#like i have no doubt it started as some kind of survival method

[cripplecharacters]

Hi there! I've got a fantasy story I've been working on for ages, and one of the characters has a magical "disability" that I've been having doubts about. (content warning for very minor self-injury.) Sorry in advance cause this is kind of a long ask, but I think it's all important context.

My story has a very slice-of-life theme in it, that despite all the grand adventure and amazing magical deeds it also focuses a lot on friendship and fighting to preserve peaceful lives, and most forms of magic are very mundane and help out with daily jobs and hobbies.

This character, part of the main cast, is a person with the common ability to grow a pair of wings and minor other body changes that allow her to fly via magic. In a region of her world where magic is taught and cast verbally, she was originally able to cast magic verbally, before she was cursed to be unable to easily use magic. This curse locked off her ability to cast magic in the standard way, and also to freely transform between her human and winged appearances, though she can still fly and use her wings normally with only some discomfort. Since she's in her winged form permanently, she discovered that if she uses her feathers to write out the words of her spells, in the dirt or on her skin or whatever, she can circumvent the curse and cast spells, though it's not comfortable to her since she's still suffering the effects of the curse and it's not a standard or reliable way to use magic. It causes her discomfort and even pain depending on the strength of the spell, and sometimes she has to pull out a feather if she needs to cast a spell right away and doesn't have any harmlessly shed feathers on hand. (like yanking out some hair, hurts but won't really bleed or cause injury unless she pulls out a big flight-devoted feather.)

Originally, her goal in the story was to find a way to break her curse, and regain both her ability to transform freely as well as speak magic in the usual way, because using her feathers in such a way was damaging her ability to cast magic at all and might have really hurt her soul if she didn't find a solution quickly. Though I've been having trouble getting that plot point to work, and I've also been reading on this blog about how perfect magical healing of disabilities is a cop-out. I've come to the conclusion that this character's condition is definitely a disability in the context of the world. Due to my magic system's development and lore, I've set the magical rule that the longer a curse has been carried by the victim, the harder it is to break by magical healing, and this character's curse has been on her long enough that it's pretty much permanent. I've thought that if I remove the "this curse will kill her if she doesn't break it" part of the plot, and simply reduce her curse to something uncomfortable and unorthodox, but manageable and survivable, I can develop her personality and her magic style around this mostly-unique method of casting magic and keep it as part of her character, instead of having to remake it all fresh once the curse is "broken," and also make it a fantasy disability. I've been doing a bit of research on chronic pain disorders and I think that's a good place to start from to make her ways of dealing with her curse believable?

I've been debating whether I want to give her back the ability to change between appearances or not, and I'm pretty sure I want to keep her in one appearance permanently, partially because while every other winged character has the ability to get rid of their wings when they're in the way, she'll have to keep them and I'll be able to use her to develop more of the culture and inventions around winged people. Her wings still function well, but she can't fly as far or as complex as some other members of the cast.

Does this sound like a reasonable path to take? Is this a good place to start developing a magical disability? I don't want to make her a token disabled-adjacent character so I'm working to expand my world and cast enough to show how real-life disability is accommodated via magic and society (don't worry, disabilities can't and won't all be magicked away by lazy worldbuilding), but I've been thinking about it as I write and I think if I commit to this character actually being disabled in her world, it'll be better for me to write her compellingly and add some realistic references and character traits for her.

If this isn't a good path for me to take with my character and story, I would love hearing any other suggestions you may have for me to treat this character and her curse, and if you have suggestions for me to implement other fantasy-adjacent disabilities instead in the small explanation I've given of my world and magic? And of course if there's any horrible glaring ableist problems you see while reading this, please let me know and I'll do even more research and fix them right away. If this isn't enough information, I can provide more, but this ask has gotten really long and I don't wanna talk endlessly.

Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for answering! I hope you're all having a good day, and a nice holiday season if you're celebrating anything!!

Hello asker,

No horrible glaring issues jumping out!

I find this pretty interesting, and I do agree with you that this character's condition is a disability in the context of her world. It does seem very adjacent to chronic pain; obviously not a 1:1 but it does track. I think it is in fact a good place to start for believability and research!

Now, on to your other questions.

Whether the curse should be lethal:

I think it would be more interesting and even more impactful if the curse wasn't lethal, and instead is something she has to learn to manage. It makes it more akin to chronic pain conditions in real life, and I really like that her unique casting method will always be a part of her. She could, for example, want to break the curse at first, and later figure it's not a necessity. Or perhaps the curse is originally lethal and it only gets partially broken — like it's been in place too long to fully break, but it stops being lethal or something similar. Or maybe she thinks it's lethal, and figures out it isn't.

It's still possible to make the curse lethal and for her to want to break it, because of course no one wants to die, but it could also definitely lead into the magically curing disabilities trope. The cure trope is, as you know, pretty tired already. It would likely be harder, and require a lot of care, and you'd definitely have to make sure there's other characters with disabilities whose main goal is not to cure them. It could also still be lethal, in the way some disabilities are in real life, and she could live out her life the way she would want to and can until she does die. I am not sure if that's what you want for your story, and it's completely fine if it isn't – I just wanted to present various different options.

Whether to give her the ability to switch during forms:

It seems you want to keep her in one form permanently, and I like that. I like that she keeps her wings even if they're in the way, I like that they aren't the same as some other members of the cast, and I like that they help her with her unique magic.

I think this seems like a very reasonable fantasy disability, and if you'd like to check out similar asks we've answered (including for winged characters), we have a fantasy disabilities tag.

Basically, in summary, it would be really impactful for her to learn to live with her disability and for the narrative to treat this positively despite the challenges.

Hope this helps, and if you have any more specific questions, feel free to send another ask.

Side note, me personally I love mundane magic and your system sounds neat. :)

– mod sparrow

[kyndredravenstories]

Eyes of Infinity: Delirium Chapter 5

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/148623040#workskin

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4

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I'm lost in the Mist.

Stumbling, shuffling along, disoriented.

Pain is my constant companion here, wrapped around me, strangling me.

No matter where I go, I can't escape it. As though it holds some kind of vengeful grudge, it hunts me and seeks to torture me. Without a doubt, it wants to kill me, but somehow I just can't die.

Over and over, it takes me to the brink. But, as soon as my heart stops, someone reaches in and squeezes it. My veins flush with adrenaline. My blood pounds in my ears, roaring like a raging waterfall. The shadowy hand squeezes and squeezes until my heart starts again.

The Mist is outraged.

The Mist yearns for my death.

It captures me. Stuffs me in a box to await my execution. Each time, it tries a new method. First, it burns me alive in a great roaring pyre. I howl as the flames overtake me and melt away my flesh and bones. My whole body turns to ash. And yet - somehow - I come back.

The cycle begins anew. I run again. Am captured. Whipped. Tortured. And then, the Mist tries to skin me as I scream and beg for it to stop. It holds me down as I writhe and twist and thrash in agony. In the end, I bleed out into the intangible ground.

Hands squeeze my heart again.

Evol flushes my veins.

And again, I come back. Again, I run. Back into my cage. Back into this endless timeless nightmare. Here, the Mist submerges me in boiling water. Blisters bubble all over me from head to toe, disfiguring my arms and legs and face.

I scream and scream. I beg. I plead.

I want to die.

Please, just let me die.

"You can endure this. Just a little longer."

Lies.

Falsehoods.

I can't survive this.

I just can't.

My heart stops again. I push away the shadowy hands. I push and shove. I bite and claw at them. But, I don't stand a chance. Without my consent, they reset the clock; they pull me back from the edge.

Ba-dum lub-dub, ba-dum lub-dub, ba-dum lub-dub...

Another heartbeat guides my own.

I can't resist as it pulls me along, back into the fray.

I'm crying now. Weeping. All dignity gone.

"Endure it, Ellara. I know you can."

Please, just let me die.

I can't stand the pain anymore.

Let me go.

Stop this cruelty.

It hurts. I can't take this.

Please. Just end it.

"Be strong. It's almost off of you."

Moment by moment, I cling to life. Cling to sanity.

Bit by bit, the pain begins to recede.

The Mist stops hunting me.

Some light enters my world.

And then sound.

Running water falling and crashing against stone. But, not a waterfall. More like a thousand droplets. Falling and crashing. Hissing. The sounds echo in an enclosed space, amplified and all encompassing. Thick fragrant steam wafts against my face, sticky and moist. My throat hurts.

Parched, I lick my lips.

"Water," I wheeze.

Something warm, pliant, and soft presses against my mouth. Water flows in, and I swallow it greedily. Again and again, the water comes. Until I can't drink anymore. Until just the softness remains. My senses reel. It tastes like heaven - lingering, molding into heated breath, reaching inside, igniting a different sort of ache. I want to reach up and capture this familiar flame, but something holds my wrists in place - an unyielding yet controlled force.

"Ellara, wake up. Look at me."

I must obey.

When he calls me like that, I must.

And so, I open my eyes.

First, I see a man's large bare feet. My stinging eyes follow long legs covered in black dress pants. Up and up, until I find muscular corded forearms. They lead to strong wrists and long-fingered warrior's hands. Large, but somehow graceful. Elegant. Beautiful.

One of these hands holds a soapy black washcloth. It smells earthy, like an herbal tincture. The man's legs rest against my hips, and his arms are wrapped around me. Not imprisoning. Not capturing. In this embrace, I feel safe. Protected. This is true even when I see that my wrists are held together before me, wrapped in a black and red Evol I've learned to recognize.

More sensations come. More realizations.

I'm naked as the day I was born. How odd. I don't remember what I was doing before this moment. I'm still confused, disoriented without a sense of time or place. Instead, I float between memories and scenery, between eras long past and things taking place far off in the future. I see faces, experience other lives. I try to understand where now is.

Where am I? Is this a dream? An illusion? I've died so many times now that I'm not afraid to face the void again.

It's just a shame...

A shame to leave him behind.

"If you'll regret leaving, then stay with me."

Yes. That's logical isn't it? I don't want to leave, so I'll just stay here in his arms.

Finally, I feel the water cascading down my body. It's warm and pleasant. Steam surrounds me. I'm sitting on a tile floor. With most of the pain gone, the tension leaves my body. I sag against the man behind me.

"Ellara, can you hear me?" a sublime voice inquires, rumbling against my ear.

"Yes," I whisper.

One of his hands slides from my arm up to my chest and neck, guiding my head until it tilts back. I take a deep, ragged breath. Red eyes consume me. Focused. Intense. As though the owner could see right into my very soul.

"Sylus?" I gasp.

He blinks. Frowns. "Talk to me," he says. "Where is the pain now?"

I try to move my body around. "My shoulder," I mumble. "My head." I lick my lips again. "Thirsty..."

He brings a narrow pitcher to my lips and tilts it back. "Slowly," he says.

I take a few sips then lean back against him, my strength spent. He shifts and moves, sliding his arms under my legs and shoulders. In a single motion, he lifts me and stands. I tug at his Evol, still wrapped around my wrists.

"Sylus, please let my arms go."

His gaze finds me again. "Not until I'm sure the toxin is out of you."

I'm too exhausted to argue. Instead, I try to look around. I don't recognize this bathroom at all.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe. For now, that's all you need to worry about." He shoulders open a glass door and steps out of a marble shower stall.

"Where are you taking me?" I murmur, leaning my head against his shoulder. I'm starting to feel sleepy again.

Sylus doesn't answer any more of my questions. Moving slowly so he doesn't jostle me, he brings me to an adjoining room with what looks like an enormous bath tub. There's a control panel next to it with a plethora of different buttons that glow different colors. Atop it sits a long glass case, and within floats what looks like an emerald Protocore. The water is the same color, illuminated with gentle lighting under each jet. Recognition flares, but it's brief. Before I can identify what the bath tub is, the memory slips away from me.

I'm silent as he lowers me into the churning green water. Resting my head against the back of the tub, I examine Sylus. His clothes are sopping wet, and water drips from his silver hair. Aside from his dress pants, he's still wearing his trademark black and red shirt. What disturbs me is all the blood staining the fabric. Suddenly worried, I reach a shaking hand out to him.

"You're hurt," I croak out. "How did you get injured?"

He takes my hand into his, threading his fingers with mine just the way I like.

"It's not my blood," he says without a hint of emotion.

I struggle to remember what came before I awoke in the shower with him. "Were we...fighting? Was I wounded?"

Still frowning, he urges me to turn my head to the side.

"What are you doing?"

He examines something on my head for a minute then releases me. Our eyes meet again.

"You were shot," he says. "I dug out the bullets."

With a wave of his hand, he releases the Evol around my wrists. My hand comes up to feel my shoulder, the source of the sharpest discomfort. I gasp when I feel thick stitching sticking out against my skin. Then the pain knifes into me, and I cry out. Sylus curses and snags my hand, yanking it back.

"Don't touch it," he warns. "Lie still. You need a few more hours in the water to heal." He scratches the back of his neck, looking suddenly uncertain. "Stitching a wound isn't something I have practice with. It will probably scar."

"How long have I been here?"

"About twenty six hours now."

I hold my breath. "You've...you've been here with me that long?"

"If I wasn't with you, you would have died." He pauses, as though hesitating. "The toxin nearly killed you."

"LUMINIS," I say, suddenly remembering. "There's no antidote, and we can't get one unless we can get a sample." Memories start rushing back. "That's why we went there with Xavier. To find one."

I suddenly gasp. "Xavier! I need to contact him right away."

"Not yet," Sylus says. His hand pushes against my chest to make sure I don't try to stand up, and suddenly my thoughts scatter.

Oh, Lord.

I'm naked.

The realization successfully shuts me up. My ears burn.

"Stay in the water," Sylus says. "After your wounds are sterilized, you can do as you please." He smirks. "Within reasonable limits."

The man in front of me has never been reasonable. In fact, I'm pretty sure the word can't be used in conjunction with his existence. I'm worried that Xavier doesn't know where I am. I can't remember how everything ended, but he has a tendency to be overprotective. Though no one would ever know it, he worries. Just imagining how concerned he must be right now puts me on edge. I want to reach out to him immediately.

While I'm pondering all this, Sylus stands up and begins stripping out of his wet clothes. My thought process comes to a halt when he peels off his shirt, revealing a body the Gods would envy. My breath catches, and my mouth goes dry. As though sensing my regard, Sylus turns his head to me and smiles.

"What is it?" he asks, feigning ignorance.

"Can I have some clothes?"

"After your bath," he says, stepping into a nearby closet. When he comes back out, he's wearing dry black sweatpants and matching tank. A white towel hangs around his bare shoulders. While drying the back of his hair, he pads over to the tub and sits down on the floor, joining our hands again. I bite my lower lip when he kisses the inside of my wrist. His thumb begins to stroke my hand.

"Thank you, Sylus," I say, my cheeks hot.

"What exactly for?" he smirks.

"Saving my life." I want to say more. Much much more. But, my vision starts to go blurry. "How did you know...about Noxis? Were you planning to go to that club the whole time?"

Sylus chuckles. "Barely got one foot out of the grave and already back to Hunter mode?" He squeezes my hand. "I'll answer your questions when you're better. For now, just relax."

"There's no time," I protest. "We can't let anyone else be exposed to LUMINIS."

I shrink back when Sylus leans closer. I recognize the twinkle in his eyes, and my heart flutters.

"Should I climb in there with you?" he teases. "Will that help you relax?"

Somehow, I doubt it.

My gaze rolls from his eyes to his lips. He runs his index finger against my mouth.

"I said relax, sweetie, not tempt me."

"...not trying to."

"Go to sleep." His features soften. The churning water massages all my sore muscles, tugging me into a trance. Soon, I feel like I'm going to drift off. My eyes close, and I feel a warm hand press against my cheek.

"Rest now," he says.

His voice follows me into the dark.

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From the moment Xavier's one way earpiece explodes with the sounds of gunfire and battle, his mind and body hones in on a singular goal: get back to the Mythe and help his partner. He drops off Tara at the hospital as promised, but he doesn't have the luxury of explaining anything. He rushes back outside to the EV charging stations where he parked his 270HM. The bike roars to life as he scans his executive ID card.

The gunfire in his ears stops. The earpiece goes silent.

Xavier pushes the gleaming black and white bike to its limits, setting off alarm after alarm. It flies over the smooth highway at a speed most operators couldn't comprehend. Lights and other vehicles blur together as he soars past them, weaving in and out between other cars and trucks moving along the road. The average Hunter would need months of specialized training to handle half this speed, but to Xavier even this feels much too slow.

Like a bullet, he shoots through the frozen night air. His clothes are too delicate for this sort of endeavor, and soon ice begins to build up on his knees, gloves, and shoulders. He can't feel it; the only ice he can sense now is the dread growing in his heart. The guilt. The frustration. He should never have left Ellara alone in such a dangerous place.

The computer shrieks warnings about high speeds and demands for him to slow down, but he is past listening. He overrides the console when it tries to slow him down by force. It's highly illegal, and he will likely face a reprimand. But, Ellara's life hangs in the balance, and he doesn't care how many laws he breaks if it means he can protect her.

He slides to a stop in the falling snow in the Mythe's driveway just as the explosions start. The first one sends his bike lurching sideways. Xavier jumps to take cover behind a rock formation as deafening blasts rend the air. Shockwaves rip through the area. Trees shake. The ground quakes and shudders. He has to look away from the blinding light to avoid it damaging his eyes, recognizing the shape and coloration of the explosions.

If he had to guess based on past experience, he would have pointed a finger at Onychinus and the unique "hightowers" they use for their explosions. Though this isn't N109, he doesn't put it past them to take the opportunity to carve out their rivals. And no wonder. With LUMINIS gaining traction and popularity, Noxis is rising too high too fast; they're operating as cutting edge competition.

Gritting his teeth as he pushes back his fear for Ellara, he abandons his bike and runs to the keening building. Just the thought of her being trapped inside steals his breath. She must have gotten out. Surely, she already made it through the emergency exit like they'd planned.

Closer to the Mythe, it's hell.

A burning, blazing, hellfire.

People scream as they pour out of the Mythe in a violent stampede. Most maim and injure each other in their desperation to reach safety. No matter who it is, humans all fall into their base instincts when their lives are at stake. They knew what they were getting into when attending this event, and Xavier doesn't give them a second thought. Even knowing it's too late, he draws his blade and picks his way around the flames and falling debris to the back of the nightclub.

The veranda is in shambles. Ripped up wires and broken glass bulbs hang from a cracked and ravaged pergola. Bodies litter the burning wood. Snow and blood mixes together and melts from the heat, pouring between the cracks in a sickening river of red. Bullet shells coat the ground, and a familiar smell cuts through the smoke and melting plastic to waft to his nose.

LUMINIS.

A lot of it.

Xavier's hand grips his blade so hard that his palm grows numb.

Above, he hears the tumultuous cry of a murder of crows.

He searches through the death and destruction, his chest tight, not even wanting to consider that he'll find her body among the dead.

She's stronger than that.

She'd defied bigger odds.

The crows circle above him as he flips over every corpse. Searches above and below the veranda. Examines the riverbank. Searches and searches until he realizes his hands are shaking.

He'd left her.

Everything in his gut had been screaming for him not to leave her this night.

And yet, he had.

One large crow - larger than any he's seen before - settles on a nearby tree branch and stares at him with gleaming red eyes.

...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...............

Xavier straightens when his earpiece hisses with static. Holding his breath, he presses it closer against his ear, realizing that he can hear voices cutting in and out.

And then the screaming starts.

Her screaming.

And it is the most horrible sound he's ever heard.

She's in pain. Indescribable pain.

And there is nothing he can do to stop it.

His mind and body shut down. He closes off every single thought, pressing the earpiece even closer, hoping to hear any kind of clue as to where Ellara is now.

More voices overlay the screams.

Get her in the water!

Too much...bleeding won't stop...

...shit got all over her...call the Boss...

...not gonna make it...

The screams don't stop. Xavier sits beside the riverbank for what seems like hours, listening to her scream, his hands still shaking. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to forget the sound. For as long as he lives, he will remember this moment.

And then something changes. Another voice crackles across the mic - stone cold and low.

...I've got you...Ellara, I'm here now...

The sudden sound of running water makes everything much harder to hear.

...endure this...know you can...

Chaotic sounds and motions. The screaming starts to die down into weak cries of suffering.

...Sy...lus...

Ellara says the name like a prayer.

...Sy...lus...kill me...kill me...it hurts...

...not going anywhere...you can endure this...

And then silence. No more sound. No more screaming. Sylus. Sylus. Not many people with such a name. Could it be the leader of Onychinus? Impossible. Or perhaps not. Improbable, yes, but rumors had been circulating that Sylus had returned. And if such a man knew of the Aether core in Ellara's heart, she might have caught his interest.

Xavier begins to walk in an aimless direction, instinct moving his body more than his mind. Everything feels numb now, and the only thing he can register is that she's alive. She's alive. As long as she's alive, he can find her. As long as her heart is beating, he will bring her back. No matter who is with her now. Even if it is the King of the Underworld.

As he walks, the crow follows. It stares at him, unnaturally still. It's eyes watch every one of his movements, but it's not the crow watching - it's someone watching through it. A suspicion begins to form. He turns to the animal and sends blades of light flying towards it. Faster than any bird could be, it dodges them and flies away.

Two days pass in a blur. Two long and agonizing days. The first twenty four hours after the explosion are torture. He picks at the earpiece in his ear, afraid to remove it, afraid to part with it in case he hears another clue of Ellara's whereabouts. Every crackle, every bit of static, every tiny noise makes him jump.

The second day, UNICORNS files her as a Hunter missing in action. Plans are made to search for her through larger channels. Still silence from the earpiece. As though she really is dead. Anger, torment, guilt, sorrow - the hurricane threatens to swallow him whole. He can't sleep. Can't eat. Nothing can stop the sensation of something clawing at his chest.

And then, on the third night, his Hunter's watch rings out with an unfamiliar tone.

Sitting in the darkness of his apartment, he lifts his head to look at it.

Number unknown. Will you accept this message?

Hardly daring to breathe, Xavier clicks to receive the data.

Numbers flash up on the holo screen.

Coordinates.

Some words below.

Pick up in two days at midnight. Come alone. Deviate, and never see her again.

[alexanderlightweight]

I don't think I even have an ask but Lawd that older Alec raised by his strict Trueblood grandparents is just gold. That ending where he smirks at Jia and sends Izzy and Jace back to Alicante? *chefs kisses*

My asexual ass is so so attracted to a competent confident Alec who knows his boundaries and had the freedom to demand and enforce them. Just ... I adore him putting everyone in their place. How does he meet Magnus in this verse? Do we know how the differe t power balance at the beginning changes their dynamic, if at all?

I am so happy with everything in this verse but will always always appreciate more when others can send in prompts you like for it.

oh i'm glad it's being enjoyed! have a piece because this will kind of explain some of the power dynamics between them.

and well, i think it's pretty well known how much i love competent!malec and individually impressing each other with competence, not just their teamwork. and this alec was raised differently, he's much more confident than canon!alec.

<3 lumine

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Alec takes a breath and then, before Magnus twirls his fingers and excuses himself, steps around his desk.

Their meeting is done, they are no longer meeting solely as leaders to different factions of the same world.

“Magnus—” Alec says, because he hasn’t let himself get this far to be held back by his fears. “I can’t go out with you publicly, not anywhere right now. It wouldn’t be safe, for either of us.” Because Alec knows the clave will try and use this as a reason to attack Magnus.

He’s the High Warlock of Brooklyn and on the Council of Elders. He’s the inventor of the portal and the Inventor.

Magnus is as feared as he’s revered and renown and Alec can’t afford to let either of them paint a target on each other’s back and Alec isn’t prepared to protect Magnus from Alec’s enemies, or himself from Magnus’.

“I— you can say no. You deserve someone who can stand proudly by your side—” Alec doesn’t see the wide-eyed, shocked way that Magnus is staring at him. He’s nervous but he knows what he wants and it’s only because he wants this so badly that his words try to slither away.

“But I want that, someday. So, if you’re okay with it, we could start with drinks? Somewhere just the two of us.”

“And where would we find the right level of privacy, Alexander?” Magnus says and he steps over to Alec, gliding like an arrow through a cloud and Alec bites back a sigh of want.

“Anywhere you think is safe. I trust you Magnus,” Alec tells him, because he does. Alec would never have asked Magnus back to redo the wards entirely if he didn’t trust him, no matter how beautiful of a man he is.

Alec trusts his instincts and his instincts purr when he’s near Magnus. Magnus’ presence and his magic and even now, the wards of the Institute, are soothing and Alec adores them.

“It’s the clave I don’t trust. I have no real family backing anymore, Magnus. I’m a valuable asset to the clave but I’ve never dabbled in politics. I would have no leverage in the face of their bigotry, and I’ve seen what the clave does to people it doesn’t like.”

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Magnus waits a single breath and then he steps up to Alexander and reaches out, tilting Alexander’s face up from where Alexander is studying his hands with a determined furrow.

At first, Alexander’s gaze met Magnus’ own, but it grew shuttered and shadowed as Alexander remembered the evils of the clave. It’s what assures Magnus that this isn’t because of shame — Magnus has had quite enough of being a dirty little secret — and is entirely about survival.

Alexander is wise and methodical in a way that tells Magnus he must have plans and Magnus is willing to extend a little trust, to make this a mutual admittance.

“I’ve lived it.” Magnus tells him quietly, “so never doubt that I understand the power and hatred the clave can wield. If that is your reasoning than I can accept it, I can even agree with it. You wouldn’t be safe here, not yet.”

Alexander seems pleased and a little surprised that Magnus is being mutually considerate, and Magnus mentally tuts as he leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of Alexander’s mouth.

This will be — by Alexander’s admittance — his first relationship due to Alexander growing up with what he calls ‘higher standards than what my mother had’.

Which is a rather low bar until Magnus realized that Alexander has denied every single person he’s ever met, until meeting Magnus. Which means that Alexander must feel the same instinctual, almost primal interest that Magnus does.

So, in the interest of respect, Magnus is going to be as gentlemanly and courteous as he can bear, for Alexander’s sake.

That is the plan, at least until Alexander whines against his mouth.

There’s a displeased grumble when Magnus starts to pull away and then strong hands are wrapping around Magnus. An arm around his waist and a hand on the back of his neck.  Alexander is inexperienced but hungry and eager and determined.

He licks into Magnus’ mouth, their teeth clacking together until Magnus croons and gentles him, tugging on Alexander’s hair. He sucks on his boy’s tongue until he has Alexander’s fingers leaving bruises on his skin.  Magnus groans into the kiss and drags his teeth down Alexander’s tongue, leaving a sting behind that has Alexander grinding up against him.

“Magnus—” Alexander whispers against his lips, “unless you glamour yourself, you’ll need to portal out of my office, and I don’t think we should give that part away just yet.”

Magnus freezes, because he didn’t realize Alexander knew he’d left a backdoor just for Magnus. Alexander smirks at him, kiss bruised lips pulled into a smug grin as he lets Magnus pull himself away. 

Magnus knows he must look much the same kind of debauched and he sighs, snapping away the signs with his fingers before he gives Alexander a leer.

“When you said you’d never been interested in anyone before, I didn’t expect this, Alexander.” He raises an eyebrow teasingly and gets a chuckle in return.

“I said you’ll be my first, I didn’t say it was because of a lack of offers.” Alexander smirks at him and Magnus wants to lick it off his face. “I’ve had enough past suitors hoping to become my wife that I’m not lacking in my self-worth, Magnus.”

“Did you?” Magnus asks something writhing inside of him and he steps forward, giving Alexander a parting kiss and biting his lip in farewell. “Well, perhaps darling I’ll just have to give you even better reasons to be confident. I’m sure I can find ways that outmatch those of failed suitors?”

Alexander nods, delight in crinkling of his eyes as smiles, basking in Magnus’ promise and attention.

[furiousgoldfish]

(osdd, personal, tw suicidal ideation)

So I know I just posted about how happy I am to be back, but I am also incredibly confused and have nobody to talk to about this, so I'm going to try and sort out my thoughts here.

After I came back, I didn't hear any other alter in my head, I assumed they understood I was too overwhelmed with emotions to take care of them all, and maybe some of them just didn't wanna talk to me anymore because I was mute for 6 months. However, I soon found myself depressed, sick and starving, because I will be generally too sad to make food or to eat. Sickness has caused me severe pain but I'm used to waiting it out, pain feels normal. And also, it seems that my old protector, who used to jump in when things were going bad, isn't here anymore.

My old protector was working tirelessly to block any suicidal thought I had, before I even had it, so that I was unaware of how suicidal I am. I knew this was going on only because this alter showed me exactly what they do, and let me experience genuine suicidal thoughts I had for 2 days, and it was like, endless stream of suicidal thoughts, very difficult to deal with. And just to be clear I'm not even suicidal, I want to live, the reason I have a stream of suicidal thoughts is just because life is so unmanageable and painful, the suicidal thoughts just get naturally generated, because the brain is looking for an exit from all that pain. I think naturally, some things are worse than death, like torture, or endless pain, and we as a community understand that. And I'm often exposed to that kind of pain so my brain is just like, 'ummm isn't it time to cut this shitshow short', and then my protector would be like NO and block the thoughts so I would just be 'yeah pain is normal lets keep going' and that's just my life.

Anyway, after a few days of not eating enough, I started hearing an alter just yelling at me to buy food, very determined and persuasive, they were listing all the things I needed to get, and I'm very reluctant to do such a thing, but the alter was very insistent that I absolutely have to, so I got some food, immediately ate it. Then later I was in too much pain to be able to fall asleep and they yelled at me again, to take pain medicine, and they kept on and on until I eventually took some.

To me being yelled at felt like someone caring so I'm quite content with this, but I don't know who this alter is, I cannot recognize them. Even though I had alters yell at me about things before, it was never really like this, in this protective manner, they just yelled about things they wanted. I wanna know who this is, and they're not telling. And why can't I hear anyone else? I doubt they all merged or disappeared, unlikely.

It also seems that the only method this protector has to protect me is to yell at me until I do whatever is necessary for survival, they can't block my thoughts or take over and do it, which has me a little concerned. I'm used to protectors just taking over and doing things that I can't, and physically preventing me from taking any suicidal actions, and now I have to be persuaded to do it myself.

Part of me is enjoying that I can have all of my thoughts now, even the suicidal ones, but I can also easily be pushed into suicidal ideation, especially when in pain, I feel a bit on edge, like something bad could happen at any moment and I wouldn't have good protective measures to deal with it.

Also it feels like my body was just waiting for me to be back to spring into all kinds of illnesses and pain, while the other host, who does not feel emotions, was active, we weren't even sick! I am starting to believe that getting in touch with all the traumatic emotions just destroyed my immune system completely, half of my body is inflamed and it's not even getting better, and I can't even chew solid food. And also I have nobody to talk to and I'm just trying to hang on and believe that it will not always be like this and eventually I will find a way to heal.

[spinchip]

prompt for a ficlet! zane on a dating app if ur looking for something lighthearted lol. if not how about zane and acting animalistic? like the juxtaposition between something manmade backed into a corner, suddenly primal and afraid

The wires sticking out the side of his head are raw severed copper, clean cut with specialized pliers.  They’d been using those wires to ravage his programming, each cable and cord routed over to a sophisticated set-up specifically built to crack AI firewalls and scour data for information.

Her name was Mrs. Black, and she was the ringleader. A group of hackers that specialized in artificial intelligence, known for their brutality and the fact that every mark they'd hit was non-functional by the end of their time together. Zane was the most recent target on her list, the information in his system fetching a pretty penny with the right clientele- along with her fellow hacker Neal and their bodyguard Raven, they'd managed to arrange a situation where Zane was out on his own and then- well, they knew how to take down a nindroid. It had been child's play.

They had not been expecting the ninja to track them down so soon, and as such- when the remaining five of them had dropped in on them, they'd abandoned ship. Which meant Neal scrambling to pack up any irreplaceable equipment while Raven and Mrs. Black kept the ninja busy. Mrs. Black had ordered it of him, and Neal hadn't hesitated to follow her order, not even pausing to adjust his glasses before he was cutting through active communication links scrambling Zane's mind. There is no telling the kind of damage that could do.

Zane had been comatose the entire time he’d been plugged into the machine, all of his processing power squirreled away into his inner mechanisms in a losing fight. After the last wire is cut and Mrs. Black yanks the main connection cord out, Zane come back to awareness like a drowning man surfacing from the water. his eyes, lidded and glazed, snap open and his pupils blow wide. his wrists are held together with a zip tie that he snaps as he scrambles back, knocking over the chair in the process and flinging himself into a roll across the warehouse floor. Flinching away from them all, the cool and logical expression he always wore is replaced with wild fear. He wasn’t thinking clearly so he didn't pursue the exit, just attempted to put as much space as possible between himself and the other bodies in the room. He tucks himself into a corner Crouched down low, his hands are pressed on the wall to either side of him, and his eyes are struggling to focus on anyone in the room. His eyes are on them, but he’s not seeing them.

Mrs. Black makes her retreat, and the ninja are too caught up in dealing with Zane to pursue the trio any further than the alley beside the warehouse they were hiding in.

Zane's mouth is hanging open as he pants, the rapid rise and fall of his chest out of place on a being that doesn’t need to breath. Ice sporadically bursts under his fingertips. Frost curls up the walls.

The ninja have no idea how to approach this. This isn't Zane- he was cool, calm, practical. They'd never seen him act so... so... wild.

“What's wrong with him?” Lloyd tries to keep his voice even, approaching with the others at a slow and deliberate pace. His hands are held up, palms flat like hes approaching a wild animal.

"He's disoriented," Nya starts, "I doubt this has been a pleasant experience."

Jay takes another cautious step forward, "Chances are, the hacking method they were using caused enough internal damage to trigger a deeper survival program. Probably a primitive version of his current self preservation protocol- one a lot less nuanced." He grimaces, "It's the closest thing to instinct he has, and it looks like they disarmed some of his higher thinking- possibly his memory recall or pattern recognition. he doesn't know its us."

Zane bares his teeth, eyes flickering a bright blue like a poisonous frog as if to drive home the point that he is dangerous and not to be trifled with. His internal systems beep at them in warning.

Cole takes another small step forward, "It's okay, Zane." He says gently.

Kai joins him, "Yeah, it's us. We're your friends."

The ninja are lucky they’ve trained against each other and have experience battling other ninja, because otherwise they would not have been able to dodge.

In less that a heart beat Zane forms tiny and sharp chunks of solid ice, each about the size of a quarter, and flings them across the room with enough force to snap bone. The ninja leap out of the line of fire and in less that a heartbeat, he slams his hands to the floor and freezes it over into a solid sheet of ice. They can’t catch their footing, skidding over ice and falling like dominoes.

Zane moves in an instant, shooting past them and going straight for the door.

He doesn’t make it. Samurai X had finally arrived, and Pixal had just come through the door- it takes her a millisecond to analyze the situation and she reacts fast, immediately throwing herself at Zane and tackling him to the floor. He cries out, writhing like a snake, not above biting and scratching to get her to release him. He freezes one of her arms solid but she doesn't budge, "Zane!" She holds fast, "We are trying to help you!"

Nya slips and slides her way over and finally manually shuts him down.

in the moment before he powers off, he looks so wounded and betrayed it makes Pixal feel ill. He slumps into her arms as the tension releases, and Kai and Nya work on Pixals arm while the other take a moment to look over the collection of computers he'd been hooked into.

"Is it bad?" Nya asks when Jay walks back over.

"I can't tell much from what they left behind, just that it's high quality. Coupled with their reputation... well, it isn't good. We won't know the extent of the damage until we get him home."

Pixal stares at Zane where Cole had taken him from her and laid him flat on the floor. He didn't look peaceful.

"The sooner we take him home the better." She says firmly.

With that, the Ninja head out.

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 4

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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She was so scared... so scared that she would die. He knew that fear of death, knew what it was to think the end was close at hand. Not by the same method, but fear of death none-the-less. But her scent... her taste... Over the weeks he had thought frequently of this moment, of the moment he got free, of having this opportunity. He had thought often of when he would be able to get a good taste of her. He could hear a soft whimper of fear as he lowered her into his waiting maw.

-----1 week ago-----

He could tell this was hard on her, staying here with him to care for him as she worked to free him. She looked a little pale compared to when he first saw her, and had noticeably lost weight. He had no doubt he had lost a significant amount of weight, but her hard work was preventing it from reaching a dangerous point. He was sure that after she retrieved the cart she hadn’t left the mountain again. She had found a water source, and had brought him some on several occasions as well as keeping herself and her outfit washed. 

It was obvious that despite his resisting each opportunity to take her, she was still afraid of him. She slept on the cart rather than risk leaning against him, and even when she conversed with him she stayed just out of reach. It baffled him that she would work so hard to help free him when it was clear she was concerned that he would eat her. He had tried asking her a few times about why she helped him, but her answer was always vague. He was beginning to think she couldn’t explain it, that perhaps she wasn’t even entirely sure herself.

It had started to rain again, more heavily this time. He saw her laying in the cart, the heavy rain hammering down on her unsheltered form. He could even see her starting to shiver... His kind wasn’t too bothered by temperature changes, but it obviously had an effect on her. He considered inviting her nearer, offering to keep her covered. He doubted she would accept the offer, especially now that he was starting to have a bit more freedom of movement. She knew he had enough hand movement now to be capable of moving something to his mouth.

He blinked as he watched her flinch when the hail began, the ice chunks steadily growing in size. After hesitating briefly, he tilted his hand and angled slightly towards her, “Why don’t you come rest over here? I can keep you close so you’ll be warm and dry. If the hail gets any worse, you could be injured. I’m not going to eat you. I won’t hurt you at all. I need you to get out of here, and I’m not so stupid as to ruin my only hope of survival.”

After a few moments, the hail pounding relentlessly on her, she nodded. She approached him, and once she was near enough, he raised his hand slightly to angle and cup over her, providing a temporary shelter. He watched her pause briefly before finally coming all the way over, to where both his hands were now able to reach. He slowly moved the hand now, carefully scooping her onto it before positioning the other over her like a shelter.

He was quick to let her out first thing in the morning, not wanting to risk making her uncomfortable with helping him further. He was getting closer to freedom, but he still needed her. He was glad to see that while she had woken, she wasn’t tense. She gave a faint smile, still obviously drowsy, but made no effort to hurry away from his hold. He suspected she still needed some rest, and that this current sleeping spot was more comfortable than laying in the cart. “Still tired?” He watched her nod as she yawned, “That’s alright. You’ve been working hard... I can wait a while longer for breakfast.” He didn’t exactly want to wait; he was still starving, but he also knew it wouldn’t do any good to have his rescuer’s health deteriorate. She needed rest; her wariness of him had made sleep difficult. She was having trouble hunting as much large game for him, and working to move the rocks. Her getting a little extra sleep would do them both more good than if she continually pushed herself to provide for him.

He watched her nod and close her eyes again, causing him to give a faint smile before resting his other hand over her again, to provide warmth and shelter for her. While she caught up on rest, he examined the situation, figuring out how much had been cleared and how much was left. Depending on if they got lucky and figured out which rocks were supporting others up, perhaps he could be free soon. He looked at the sleeping girl in his hand. She smelled excellent... once he was free he would have to find out just how she tasted when not mixed with the various meals provided. Definitely the first thing he wanted to do once free. 

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[random-bi-writer]

I’ve rewatched all the playthroughs of Little Nightmares to try to figure out Six and I think I know her backstory now.

This is going to be a long post. Also, it might be a little messy, I’m not really good at explaining.

In Canon, Six started her adventure from: The Nest, then The Forest, then Pale City, and then the Maw.

But if we pay attention to the background and the behavior some of the monsters exhibit, her story would be: The Forest, The School, The Nest, The Forest again, Pale City, and then the Maw.

The Forest being Six’s origin is based on how people think that the Hunter is Six’s dad. I like the idea, but the Transmissions have been corrupting people for years. The Hunter would have been extremely bloodthirsty by the time Six was born, so I really doubt they’re actually related. But it does beg the question: Why did the Hunter let Six stay alive? I’ll get back to that later.

So far now, Six’s origin seems to reside at the School. This because of a picture of her in the School and how the bullies only captured her and not with Mono. So this implies that Six was a student here, but with how she acted during the game, she probably doesn’t remember.

It’s possible but there is something that’s bothering me about it: Why would a human study in a monster school?

Because, look at Six, she’s supposedly a human. The teacher is a Rokurokubi teaching a bunch of Porcelain children. And before you say anything about the Hunter studying there in the past and is a weird human, look at this.

If you look at the Hunter’s right arm, it’s obviously a stuffing. Suggesting that, the Hunter is a doll that can move. So the school being a monster school isn’t too unlikely with the Hunter not being human.

So why is Six able to study at the school?

Well, looking closely, this school isn’t just a monster school. It’s a school for living dolls. The bullies are porcelain dolls and the Hunter is a stuffed doll.

I showed my family some game animation of Six, Rk, and Mono and they all said that Six looks like a doll.

So there are two options: The School thought that Six is a doll despite the fact that she is human or Six is a doll.

First option sounds funny and believable, Second option kinda makes more sense and I’m going to talk about it.

Every time Mono kills a bully, mist will leave their bodies.

Now how does this prove that Six is a doll? Well-

Six has mist leaving her body when turning into stone, and before you could argue about Rk. Rk was covering his face when getting turned into stone while Six was holding her head.

I’m not gonna say anything about Rcg since her game isn’t really animated the same way as the other games.

Six holding her head is kind of important, because you need to smash the bully’s head to kill it.

If that’s not enough, there’s another, well, two other reasons that Six isn’t human.

The fact that she can survive this-

And this-

And is able to walk fine despite the fact that these could kill or heavily injure a child. Also she is abnormally fast in LN2.

There’s more, and it has to do with the Nest.

Anyone remember this level in VLN? This room is right next to the Pretender’s bedroom.

This room could have been for the Pretender that the Nomes now use but it doesn’t make any sense for a number of reasons.

One, the Pretender is not a messy child. The Pretender has no reason to draw on walls, also she is not the kind of child that will break her toys on purpose when her emotions are in control.

Two, the Pretender’s method of playing is pretending. She plays with dolls. She looks like 12 turning 13, look at this room, this room is meant for someone younger than her.

Three, there’s a drawing of the Thin Man at the table. The tvs in the Nest are all just static and not working. So there’s no way the Pretender could have known about him.

Four, it might be possible for the Nomes to do the drawings, but there’s no way they’re the ones that ripped the Teddy Bear. Someone else did that.

So who was living with the Pretender and has a habit of drawing signal tower related drawings and breaking toys for fun?

It’s Six.

Six is the only kid we know so far that actually draws, and we’ve seen her break toys for fun at the Hospital chapter.

I think Six being a doll is why she’s at the Nest. She was supposed to be a playmate for the Pretender.

If the Teacher is the Pretender’s Mom and Six was a student of her school, it would make sense why the bullies would go after her. She was getting special treatment.

And it would make sense that the Hunter hasn’t hurt her because of this, it’s either the Hunter isn’t above of hurting his own kind or that he literally can’t skin Six alive. I’m still gonna go for the dad thing.

Speaking off LN2 monsters that aren’t attacking Six, let’s talk about The Doctor.

His location is what makes me intrigued the most. The Hospital is not only where Six started to act off, but the Hospital was going to have lore in it.

The Doctor was originally going to experiment on children.

So far the only names we have on every single child in this franchise are: Six, Mono, and Sabu. (Sabu is Spoon Girl, that is her name in the game files.)

They’re numbers but only two of these came across as actual names instead of numbers: Mono and Sabu. Six, however, is a number and can never come across as a normal name.

Now, with the Doctor in mind, wouldn’t it make sense, if Six’s full name is: Experiment Number 6?

Think about it, the Doctor has manequins that can move on their own. That was his doing. Now it would make sense, if he decided to experiment on a doll that can act human, and that’s where Six came from.

In the concept art, the Doctor is forcing children to get absorbed to the tvs. We know for a fact that the Tranmissions are corrupting viewers, but what if they can only corrupt humans?

So let’s think about this: The Doctor sees that humans are getting corrupted by transmissions, so while he was working on his patients, he has a secret project to see if he can make a human immune to the signal.

He makes dolls that is made out of human parts and experiments on them using tvs. Only the 6th survived.

And the Tower feels threatened by this.

The original concept was the transmission absorbing the humans, but what if there was a human that can absorb the Transmission?

Six is able to absorb souls by the end of the original game, but what if she can absorb anything that’s alive? What if she can absorb signals?

What if that’s the reason why Six is kidnapped in the first place? The Tower sees Six as someone who is too dangerous for them. They need to make sure that Six isn’t able to kill them.

So they made her trapped. They made her dependent on the fantasy they made to keep her from killing them.

But then Mono came and they decided that he was also dangerous.

So the Tower has to settle on two options: Take both of them and keep them trapped forever, or if one of them manages to escape their grasp; they have to make them as powerless as they can be before they could escape.

Seeing how Six can be at the first game, it did worked out in the Tower’s favor until the ending of the first game.

[kwikpainrelief]

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Pain relief gel has emerged as a popular solution to this widespread problem. These pain relief gels offer a convenient and effective solution to manage pain and that’s why you may also call them pain management gels. Let's explore how these gels work, their effectiveness, and how they might benefit you.

Why Do We Suffer Pain?

Let’s start off by understanding Pain. It is an unpleasant physical discomfort that serves a crucial biological function as it serves as an alarm for our body to signal that something is wrong in our bodies. These signals in the form of pain prompt us to avoid actions that might exacerbate the problem, such as walking on a sprained ankle. 

No doubt, this protective mechanism is vital for our survival. But, pain could be as severe as our as severe as our problem which can be highly disruptive in our modern, fast-paced lives. Especially, in the case of Chronic pain, it can significantly impact our ability to engage in social activities and lead a fulfilling life. If you want to stay active and productive, you need to first alleviate pain even before conquering the whole problem to make your journey to a pain-free healthy life easy and smooth.

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Active Ingredients: The type and concentration of active ingredients are crucial. NSAIDs, menthol, capsaicin, lidocaine, and some ancient ayurvedic ingredients like dashamoola are commonly used for their proven pain-relieving properties.

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In all, muscle pain relieving gel offers a practical and effective solution for managing a diverse range of physical pain, from minor muscle aches to chronic conditions like arthritis. They work through topical application to the skin and provide both analgesic and anti-inflammatory benefits. KWIK Pain relief gel  could be a must-have for pain warriors as it doesn’t only have both anti-inflammatory and analgesic properties but as its name implies, it also delivers quick lasting relief from physical pain. So, add it to your first-aid kit and take a step towards a pain-free lifestyle.

[the-firebird69]

And there's a lot going on there are a few electric vehicle companies most of them are not surviving vector is one of them their prices too high and they haven't made a vehicle for about 3 years he's looking it up and they put it on the internet and they're being arrested for it it's false advertising and people hate them for it and yeah it's the idiots here and they're messing around with our son with it a lot of people call up and they're trying to sell the zero as if it was a vector for a lot of money that's what's happening yes the's too idiots. Last night they witnessed four of their towers being removed and relocated to New Vegas. And it's a momentous occasion. We took it from them and installed it in fresh concrete using our system and we leveled it in place and held it there from below.

Now we know a few things about construction we realize your buildings were built in a fairly but some of your construction methods are so stupid as in you don't attach the building to the concrete and we saw a few of those around town it's just sitting there and if there's a big wind they're going to fall over and you know this won't be a wind for a few days at least but we got mad it was said where are those going to go and start to prep to move him and they're real easy to move and somebody got mad and said where are you moving those to it was this morning so we're not moving them there not foundations to not connected to the foundations it says we put those there on purpose would be forced to stop a storm and we said there's a storm coming and you guys don't stop the storms they said oh yeah trying to get more people and he got killed and it's happening in San Francisco tons of these juvenile jackass trumpsters are dying and their kids. And Dave is trying me in from next door trying to be consternating and a son usually kind of laughs at him but now it's getting annoying okay your whole army is dying and you're laughing cuz you're stupid and he knows it too and I'll probably have to cut your neck very badly or smash you in the head with something steal to stop you or a rock and you can do that or drop you on to the pavement and you're both about 1:30 is match or less even with your age and skill you're just so slow and weak but really he says they're so dumb I will probably have to kill one of them again and we don't doubt it but right now we're getting ready for your people so we can get rid of you so won't be an issue trumpsters. So they come up there in groups about half a trillion and are eating away at their army it's about 7% last night and now it's 6.9% and it send big bunches eventually there won't be any of them in California. So Trump is now saying is wearing some sort of dress of course yes our son says yes this is why don't you get more people up there cuz you're such pussies and stop talking like a man cuz you don't act like when Trump yeah I don't impressive kidnapping person that's really amazing hey you haven't got anything out of me except half your army's dead or more. And we know for a fact half of it is gone and the other half is leaving it's probably approaching a third today left and the smart doesn't get it and wants to try and correct English and his English is atrocious. That is just threatening because our son said anything else that was impressive it's like saying nothing and you're doing it again and we're going to get you you little tight and you know we get you you don't need you to believe it when you say to me all the time cuz it happens to you everyday and we're going to go after you today Trump. And her son said that then he said he wants his head on a platter and we're going to do that to him I'm tired of hearing that piece of s*** you come back here we're going to do that to you every time that's all three of you trumpsters. I'm sending the order in now.

What a great night. It's not a huge amount of no those are big numbers it's just that there's a bunch of them left and a lot of them and he's a big a****** at this rate it would take a year to get rid of him roughly I calculated 145 days all the ones off Islands would be gone barring all other events. If you calculate in the occasional event it would take about 25 days of this harassment from him and the others increased in this other wall going up a week ago however her son and daughter point out that he Las Vegas portion isn't started and not that many buildings once that starts it's going to be huge but Trump going up to San Francisco will cost him to fight the clones and it's one reason why they try to get them to Utah. It's a daily fight here to get your stuff in order and more and we are helping so we know all about it and some of these people really needed to go before they got here Trump and son and clone three of them they're horrible horrible people and they don't do anything and we found out how those companies were making it bja used to tell him what to do now pushed out and this guy is running around like an idiot doing nothing cuz that's what he's good at. Cheesemen too although he does more work since the other guy except what he does is actually worth something but he's like a Playboy so BJ had to get him to do stuff now they revolted and they suck and they do nothing. PGA cannot control them and it looks like he's dropped out of the presidential race no but he's not even in the polls it's so miserable it was Trump who did all the stupid s*** so I'm wondering what's going on there and nothing so it's good Trump is going to run up to San Francisco thinking he'll get information and he's going to get his ass kicked again. There's a lot of people running around saying that this shouldn't happen and things like that either the idiots and we're coming in to pull them out you're Max are too McDonald's and we heard it this morning there's too many of these trucks or idiots and they're highlighted now

We have more to talk about and we sell at the moment

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

[familiaanteomnia]

not me thinking about gabriel if he ever did get to have that family reunion.... like thinking about it (strong likely hood his parents got offed aside....) -he would be so just emotionally distraught, especially if he really couldn’t connect who they were/was desperately trying to pry at the years of memory erasing etc only to get greeted with the knowledge he lost (of course he wouldn’t outright be like “oh you’re the vague blurry figures i don’t remember- also you left me with a fucking monster so i’m oh so thrilled to connect the dots here”) -god if he could dredge up some memories/did just how much more emotional distress it would cause/especially if it means a migraine that also just no doubt rage realizing the only help they were really offered was next to nothing *anger knowing he’s gone through hell and more/well aware of Mercury’s power to have helped them more/better* just Fuming towards them, towards Mercury and at himself in several different ways. -there is no fucking way he’d be open, forthcoming about his life all those years until the encounter and he would probably be the same jokes/deflecting maybe even beyond offering a better light “i get it, you did what was best and it’s okay i love you” probably also some joke in french about his life just getting exciting/them not missing out on much (he knows it’s not true persay but coping method and placing reassurance to others higher on the list than comforting himself) -if they could kind of pick up it hasn’t been all sunshine n rainbows... like if his mother took note of the stained fingers (him probably lighting up and just the three of them silently like processing the habit cuz yeah he’s 19 not a kid anymore but still very young) just all the little details that show he’s been going through it lately (for years but especially given shit goes to hell) -some of his trying to be older attitude/coping method and survival reasoning just crumbling away (he’d probably instantly start crying if his mother hugged him and beat himself up internally for it-which also if she hugged him suddenly at first initial meeting before explaining who she was and or him figuring it out he’d probably restrain a flinch+ feel threatened as much a really small shred of what remains from childhood would be so relaxed equally so) -assuming the topic of ‘oh are you with anybody romantically’ comes up (if he’s wearing his jacket with pins i’d imagine it kept open for him to elaborate) which like i’d think his parents genuinely would just be like happiness+safety is what they really care about. might be a bit of ??? when he as vaguely he can (lets not tell the parents you’ve just met for the first time essentially about all the near deaths and deaths you’ve witnessed in a few weeks) mentions the two idiots whom he loves/have become family

[theheightofdishonor]

So I randomly rewatched tua in reverse order (s2, then s1) and i’ve come to the conclusion that my fondness for Klaus comes mostly from the latter half of season 1, after he’s off the drugs.  

As much as I feel sorry for Klaus about how often he gets ignored, I also can’t actually blame his siblings for doing so. Klaus is exhausting to care for/about and is more preoccupied with getting his next fix than about his siblings and he’s aware of that. He doesn’t hate them for it because he knows they’re justified. 

I low-key felt bad for Diego because Klaus is 100% aware Diego has a soft spot for him and has almost definitely taken advantage of that knowledge before. 

However, when he’s not wholly, selfishly consumed with finding his next fix, Klaus is ridiculously endearing, with an earnestness that begs you to love him. Think of when he’s trying to soothe Luther, unhesitantly offering his blood to save Allison, advocating for Vanya. Klaus’s love for his family is what makes him so easy to love when it would be just as easy to hate. 

And honestly, that goes for all of them. Their love for each other and how they act on it is what makes the Hargreeves likable (redeemable, even, if you want) because let’s be real, they’re all un-united, awfully adjusted, occasionally insensitive child superheroes/celebrities/soldier who have a hard time forming deep connections with people outside of each other, partially because it was near impossible to find anyone who could understand even half of what they’ve been through and partially because again, they’ve been fucked up since childhood. 

Like these idiots literally cause the apocalypse and lose each other in time, but when they meet again, they’re arguing again in five minutes and end up causing the apocalypse for the third time. It would be easy to hate them for it but it’s not and I love them (and Klaus) anyway, despite their laundry list of issues. 

[enderwoah]

ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

[wanderinginksplot]

Riye (A Favor) - Alpha-17/f!Reader fic

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Third installment of my Alpha-17/fem!reader fic!

Word-Count: 3,100

Warnings: aggressive flirtation, Alpha is rude.

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You carefully straightened the neckline of your shirt, eyes on the refresher mirror. It might be silly, but today marked a full month since you had come to Kamino, and you wanted to look your best.

Your outfit had survived the morning, despite a meeting with several Kaminoans who wanted updates on your progress. You had been able to deliver good news - that you were right on schedule - but a sense of doubt overshadowed any triumph you might have felt. The first deadline had been met, but the next one promised to step up the workload, and you were already feeling overwhelmed at the idea.

Still, you were determined to push the negativity out of your mind. You would figure out a better schedule to complete the work later. Today was a celebration.

The bad thing about taking more care with your appearance was that it attracted more attention than usual from the cadets. You had politely turned away two different groups of young men by the time Alpha was due to arrive in the cafeteria. Another cadet - alone, this time - was doing his best to keep from being dismissed as well.

"Was it raining when you came in, ma’am?" he asked, leaning over you. "I have flight drills after this and it gets even more dangerous in the rain."

You did your best not to smile at the obvious way he was hinting about being a pilot. "You know, I think it was raining the last time I was near a window," you told him, voice grave.

"Then I'm going to need some luck to survive," he said dramatically, flashing you a smile he clearly hoped would be charming. "I've heard a kiss from a beautiful woman is a good start. What do you think? It might help me survive the afternoon."

"I wouldn't count on it," a dark voice warned.

The cadet stood as straight as possible as Alpha approached. The captain brushed your new pilot friend aside with a twist of his armored shoulders and sat down. He proceeded to start eating, ignoring the cadet completely.

Any other cadet would have backed away, thankful that Alpha hadn't decided to throw them directly into the oceans of Kamino, but this one was more determined than most.

He winked at you from behind Alpha's head. "By the way, my name is-"

"She doesn't want to know your name," Alpha told him. "Get out of here before I decide that I want to know it."

"Very flattering, Captain," the cadet said cheekily. "But Jango's face isn't the one I want to wake up to, yeah?"

Alpha swallowed his mouthful of food and deliberately set his fork aside, standing slowly from the table. He drew up to his full height before turning around. He was taller than the cadet, forcing the younger man to look up.

"Now I'm extremely interested," Alpha said slowly, his slow and methodical voice dripping with menace. "What's your designation?"

Behind him, you winced. You hated how glaringly obvious it was that the Kaminoans considered these men products. Also, this cadet might die in front of you and that would almost certainly ruin your ability to eat in the cafeteria anymore.

"CT-7115," the cadet said with a grin.

"Ah, part of Zackra Trem's group." Alpha raised his comlink. "Trem."

"Alpha," a female voice returned immediately.

"I've got one of your pilot cadets here in the cafeteria. 7115."

"Broadside," Trem said, clearly recognizing the number. "He's one of my best, Alpha. Don't break him too badly."

"No promises," Alpha replied, turning slightly back toward Broadside. Since you were seated directly behind Alpha, you couldn't see his expression yourself, but it was enough to make Broadside's grin slip for the first time.

"I'll make you a deal," Trem offered. "I'll give him hell here and then send him back to you tonight. I'm sure he could help you demonstrate something unpleasant to your ARCs."

Alpha considered that for a long moment while Broadside shifted uncomfortably. Eventually, he conceded, "That works."

Trem laughed. "Do I even wanna know what he did to you?"

"Harassed an uninterested female."

The laughter emanating from the comlink's speakers cut off abruptly. "In that case, I think we should coordinate punishments. I'll be in touch, Captain."

The transmission cut off suddenly and Alpha looked at Broadside once more. "You had best get to your training, son."

Broadside, looking suddenly concerned, nodded and hurried away. “What was that?” you asked quietly when Alpha had sat down across from you once more.

“I told his superior officer about his behavior.”

“What more than that?” you pressed.

Alpha grinned suddenly, and it was half a snarl. “It just so happens that his superior officer is Zackra Trem. It’s not my story to tell, but she’s got more reason than most to hate that kind of osik behavior.”

You could very well guess the rest of that story. Your heart twisted for Trem, though you had never met her. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Nice, but she wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment,” Alpha told you, not unkindly. “Feel sorry for your little pilot. She’s a Weequay who ran with Mandalorians for the past few decades. Whatever she makes him do, it won’t be pleasant.”

You chuckled at that, trying not to actually feel sorry for Broadside. In the time you had been hanging around Alpha, most of the cadets had eased up a bit on flirting, but every now and then, someone crossed the line.

Alpha picked his fork up again and shot you an intense look. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Though your immediate instinct was to be embarrassed about being overdressed, even mildly, you rolled your eyes at him. “Anything looks like too much when everyone else wears uniforms all of the time. Remember that day I wore a necklace?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Alpha said, snorting. “A necklace. What are you, a Senator?”

“Your ideas of fancy clothing are extremely skewed, I hope you know that,” you told him, adjusting your collar again.

“Hazards of the job,” Alpha replied with a casual shrug as he returned his focus to his food. “Looks okay, though.”

You paused, staring openly at him. Had Alpha just complimented you? Surely not… The universe wouldn’t survive such unexpected behavior, not without signs that space was collapsing in on itself.

Alpha noticed you watching him and lifted an eyebrow in question while he chewed. You just shook your head and applied yourself to your own lunch, avoiding his curious eyes. Explaining your thought process there would be an intensive effort, especially if your goal was to keep him from being uncomfortable.

Fortunately, avoiding Alpha’s eyes let you notice the approaching cadet sooner than your companion did, and you had time to brace yourself before the young man - even younger than you were used to seeing - opened his mouth.

“Excuse me-”

“Kriff,” Alpha said loudly, dark brows crashing down over his eyes. “Go away, kid. I’ve already ruined one cadet’s day and I have no problem adding to the list. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“N-no, sir, of course not,” the cadet told him, nodding respectfully at you as he went on. “I wanted to talk to you. Is it true you served with General Kenobi?”

"What?" Alpha asked, sounding uncertain for the first time since you had met him. You quirked your brows, unsure of whether to be amused or concerned.

"General Kenobi," the cadet repeated. "And General Skywalker, too! I heard you went on a mission with both of them. What was it like?"

"Look, kid, I don't have time to answer all your questions about Jedi-"

"That's fine!" the cadet told him. "I already know everything there is to know about the Jedi. I want to know more about your experience, specifically."

The muscles in Alpha's jaw flexed and you quickly interrupted. "What's your name?"

"Dogma, ma'am," the cadet told you, making an apologetic face. "I know names are against regulations, but my batchers won't stop calling me that. My designation is CT-4287."

“Nice to meet you, Dogma,” you said politely.

Dogma's cheeks darkened and he gave a tight nod. "You too, ma'am."

"Stop flirting with the poor boy," Alpha chided and you gaped at the captain. So much for trying to help him.

"Dogma, I'm sure Captain Alpha would love to answer any question you have," you told the young cadet, grinning triumphantly at Alpha.

"Wait," Alpha ordered, catching at your wrist before you could stand up. His hand was ridiculously huge and you found yourself shackled by his gentle grip. "You haven't finished eating."

You grinned wider at him, slipping your wrist out from between his fingers. "I'll take it with me. Have fun, you two!"

Dogma gave a half-hearted wave while Alpha glared.

---

The rest of the afternoon was spent locked away in your office, working on the second major project you had to complete. Your concerns about the deadline were unfortunately proving correct. The icy grip of stress and fear were squeezing your heart, and you were honestly relieved when someone knocked on the door of your office.

“One moment!” you called to the unseen visitor, but they didn’t seem to hear you. Instead, they continued to pound on the door until you opened it. You were unsurprised to see Alpha on the other side, glowering down at you.

“You’re mean for a nat-born,” he grumbled, brushing you aside as he pushed into the office.

After letting the door slide closed once more, you followed him over to your desk and plopped down in your chair. Rather than sit in one of the chairs opposite you, Alpha leaned his hip against the side of your desk, much closer than you were comfortable with.

In a show of belligerence, you crossed your arms and lifted your chin as you replied, “Serves you right for being rude about my outfit.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about your clothes!” Alpha denied, befuddled.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t say anything nice about them, either,” you argued childishly, conveniently forgetting his half-compliment at lunch.

Alpha frowned. “You want me to… talk about clothing with you?”

Well. Put that way, it did sound a little silly. Of all of the things you were sure Alpha did well, deep discussions about fashion might be beyond him. Honestly, they might be beyond you, too. You sighed. “No, I don’t want you to talk about clothing with me, but I was trying to look nice today. I put a lot of effort into this.”

“I don’t understand why,” Alpha said. “You look… fine… every other day.”

“Fine,” you repeated dryly. “Thanks, I was going for fine.”

“I don’t understand what I did wrong.” You were able to hear the growing frustration in his voice. “What do you want me to do?”

“Maybe don’t act like I’m wearing a ballgown to work if I show up wearing a necklace!”

“What is a ballgown?”

You stared at Alpha, the simple question making your brain screech to a halt. It was like a chasm had opened between you, and it made you reconsider a few things. Since you had arrived on Kamino, you had treated the clone troopers as if they were people you might meet out in the galaxy, but that wasn’t exactly true. You still believed that they were people - of course you did - but you were only just coming to realize how different they were from anyone you had ever met. While the troopers shared their own experiences on Kamino and had been trained to be perfect soldiers by the time they shipped out, they were startlingly young by the standards of the rest of the galaxy.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You fiddled with one of the many datapads littering your desk rather than meet Alpha’s intense gaze. “I am sorry for siccing Dogma on you, though.”

“You should be,” he growled. “He asked ten questions before I could shake him off. Ten!”

“Wow, that’s what? Five days worth of questions?” you teased.

“Five days for you,” Alpha told you seriously. “For anyone else, that’s more than I would ever answer.”

You were unreasonably touched by the reminder that Alpha let you learn things about him that no one else would ever know. Moved by a sudden surge of warmth for the ARC captain, you repeated your prior sentiment, but more fervently. “In that case, I honestly apologize for unleashing Dogma. If there’s anything I can do to make him back off, please let me know.”

Alpha’s stare was level and unwavering. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you agreed immediately, not understanding what a wildly stupid idea that was. That was fine - you would learn… and it didn’t take long.

That night at dinner, Alpha came in and sat across from you, but instead of starting the meal in silence, he leaned across the table slightly to get your attention. Lowly, he asked, “Are you still willing to help me with Dogma?”

“Yes,” you agreed simply. “Do you have a plan?”

“Yeah. Flirt with me.”

You fought not to react visibly to that. Carefully keeping your face blank and your voice flat, you replied, “What.”

He leaned even closer, eyes lit with excitement. “I’ve been threatening and trying to alienate Dogma all day, but the only time he was uncomfortable was when you flirted with him.”

“I didn’t flirt with him!” you reminded him. “I just said it was nice to meet him.”

“Fine,” Alpha conceded. “We’ll just have to do better than that if we’re going to convince him to leave me alone.”

Abruptly feeling like this was the worst idea anyone had ever had, you tried to speak in your own defense. “Alpha, I don’t think this is a good idea-”

“You said you would help me,” he reminded firmly. “He’ll be here in a minute. I need your answer.”

Your heart was pounding, one of many warnings that this was a bad idea, but you nodded anyway. Alpha smiled - he actually smiled - and the expression looked menacing on his face. “Good.”

In a moment, he had circled the table to sit beside you, his huge frame making you feel ridiculously tiny in comparison. He wasn't wearing any armor at all now, and you could feel the heat of his skin through what little space there was between you.

You tried not to obviously tense as he spoke next to your ear. "There he is, get ready."

Impossibly, Alpha managed to get closer to you, tugging behind your knee slightly so that you were angled toward him. When he had finished posing you, Alpha’s large hand lifted to cradle your face. His fingers brushed over your cheekbone before trailing down to your jaw.

"My little neverd," he murmured to you, face filled with affection.

You didn't have to feign embarrassment at the warmth in his tone matched with the intense eye contact he was giving you. When you replied, you tried not to sound squeaky but only managed to sound shaky instead. "You know Mando'a is my weakness."

He laughed, a low chuckle that sent delicious chills running over your skin. “Why do you think I use it?”

“Alpha…” you chided, managing to sound mildly flirtatious.

“Come on, little one,” he urged you, voice velvet in a way you hadn’t known it could be. “Let’s go back to your- Ah, one moment, neverd. Dogma, sit down.”

You looked over to see Dogma standing at the other side of the table. You had never even noticed, your entire focus narrowed down to Alpha. Dogma looked as embarrassed as you felt. While you were focused on Dogma, Alpha’s arm snaked around you, pressing against your waist to pull you flush against his side. Your face flamed and Dogma glanced away.

“Sir, I- I’m sorry, I forgot I’m on duty tonight,” Dogma muttered, speaking so quickly it was difficult to understand him.

“Sorry to hear that, cadet,” Alpha replied gravely, flexing his fingers against your side. It made you push a little closer to him in reflex, the tip of your nose brushing the space under his jaw as you tried to look up at him. Alpha shivered, and you weren’t sure how much of the motion was acting. “Maybe later.”

Dogma gave an awkward nod and hurried off.

Alpha started laughing even before he let you go, his muscular chest shaking against your shoulder. After a moment that felt like it had stretched an hour, he pulled his arm back and slid away a bit. You immediately felt the loss of his closeness and suddenly you were horribly uncertain of what expression you were wearing. Just in case it said more than you wanted it to, you looked back at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“I feel bad,” you admitted.

"Don't," Alpha advised, looking toward the door as well. “He’ll be fine. He’s a good soldier, just a little…”

He trailed off, apparently content to let his thought stay incomplete. You glanced over to him with an eyebrow raised, but his eyes were fixed on the door. “You can see every access point in the room from here.”

“That is why I chose this spot,” you agreed.

“Switch with me tomorrow.”

“Not a chance,” you refused. “This is my spot.”

“Then I hope you like sitting next to me,” Alpha told you. Surprised, you laughed up at him and he met your eyes. “You know, I’ve never seen anyone blush on cue.”

“Hidden talent,” you explained vaguely. Alpha didn’t seem convinced, so you changed the subject. “What does neverd mean?”

“Civilian.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. “Civilian? That’s what you used as a term of endearment?”

Alpha blinked blankly at you. “What’s wrong with it? You are a civilian.”

“Yes, but,” you thought over it for a second, “-it’s not very romantic. Usually, people say things like ‘dear’ or ‘sweetheart’.”

“How should I have known that?” Alpha asked.

It was the ballgown situation all over again, and more than you were willing to tackle that day. “Well, some warning before you want me to go undercover would be helpful.”

Alpha snorted. “How much warning do you need?”

You pretended to consider that for a moment. “Two business days, minimum.”

He frowned fiercely. “If you get two full days of warning, I expect more. I need you to show up in a disguise with three different accents ready.”

“Harsh terms,” you told him with a smile. “With those negotiation skills, you’d make a great senator."

Alpha gave you the darkest scowl you had ever seen him muster. “Watch it, neverd.”

Idly, you wondered if Alpha would protect you from himself, but the amused glimmer in his dark eyes told you it would be unnecessary.

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A/N - Pretty sure Broadside is wildly OOC, my bad. Also, sorry for the weird image for this chapter. I didn't really want the text bubbles in there, but I needed to keep Alpha's sassy hip lean.

Taglist - @imabeautifulbutterfly @cagrame @mysticalturtleenthusiast @marvel-starwars-nerd @lackofhonor

[maxwell-grant]

Gyro Zeppeli and Johnny Joestar!

Johnny Joestar:

Johnny is kind of on the lower-end of the scale of my favorite JoJos only really because I find the others more fun and/or actively entertaining and dynamic as protagonists (it takes a bit for Johnny to grow into the role), but Johnny's journey stands very much above the rest in some ways. A uniquely interesting thing about Johnny to me (although Gappy seems to follow suit, haven't finished JJL yet to tell more) is that his is maybe the most introspective journey out of all JoJos. His goals are almost questionably selfish (and his methods unquestionably so sometimes), for the most part he's not actively interested in saving the world or helping others till his ass is on the line, he has no higher dream to change the world for the better unlike Giorno, he wasn't dragged into this like Jotaro or Jolyne (if anything he quite literally dragged himself into this), and he really has nothing and no one for the most part besides Gyro, who is also lonely and for the most part equally selfish.

But, he starts his journey from a fundamentally different place compared to every JoJo before him, not just physically, not just emotionally, not even just in terms of his backstory being significantly darker and more traumatic than the others, but in the sense that he is a complete stranger to us in an even stranger world. Unlike the other JoJos, who were members of a great lineage that stopped evil again and again and who would consistently show themselves to be heroes even at their lowest, we have no frame of reference for what Johnny is like. He doesn't follow a standard set by Jonathan Joestar, he IS Jonathan Joestar. He is the one who’s setting the standard whether he likes it or not.

Rich son of a strict and demanding noble named George Joestar, with a successful brother who overshadows him, a pet named Danny, a beef with an asshole named Dio, a mentor named Zeppeli, and he’s The First JoJo. And everything goes wrong for him. His rich and spoiled tendencies don't get corrected until it's too late, he doesn't grow up to be a physical powerhouse, his father hurts him in ways that actually stick (while not even being that different from the OG George), he doesn't win against Dio not even once, he doesn't power through life's difficulties with unwielding heroic spirit, he practically gets the evil version of that via his "Dark Will". He's physically crippled and plagued by self-loathing and doubt, and his journey is, to the end, about him finding his self-worth.

My favorite thing about Johnny is that his entire journey culminates in him finding a purpose after so much time without one, and this is the real victory he has. He forms a meaningful connection with someone, he finds strength he didn't know he had to save himself and then others, he comes to term with his guilt and has his sins almost literally washed away, and grows up as a person, and the story goes through lengths to emphasize this as what mattered most in the end, and that everything else he obsessed over was secondary or meaningless. This, to me, is the point of High Voltage: following the defeat of Valentine, it's Johnny getting the chance to achieve everything he once thought he wanted, and realizing how futile it all was. He rejoins the race and has a chance of winning it, he has a chance to settle the score with Diego, and his father even comes back with the boots to apologize to him in front of everyone. And none of it matters.

He barely reacts to his father's tearful apology and doesn't spare him a single thought later (and I really, really love that reconciling with his shitty old man was given the attention it deserved). He doesn't beat Dio, not physically nor ideologically (that victory goes to Lucy, the only selfless main character), but he succeeds in doing what the OG Jonathan couldn't: he survives Dio. He doesn't win the race, the race's outcome is so meaningless at this point that it's punctuated by a joke character being the winner. He regains the physical and symbolic use of his legs in highly limited fashion, but the story treats this as an afterthought and something that doesn't weight on his mind at the end, even though it was the whole reason he followed Gyro into the race to begin with. Gyro's dead, he loses both the race and the battle with Dio, he escapes alive by the skin of his teeth, and yet he ends the story almost content, remembering his journey and Gyro's sacrifice, more ready to take on whatever the world may throw at him next. It's very poignant and I find myself thinking back to this a bit.

Gyro Zeppeli:

And that makes the first bingo!

I love Gyro. I love his ridiculous yet cool design and fighting style and stupid grill teeth and dumb songs, I love that he was the protagonist at first and retained just as much claim to it as Johnny for the most part. I love everything about his dynamic with Johnny and between the two, Gyro's the more fun to watch. His last name telegraphs his death a mile away but the path he takes to get there is fascinating.

I do think he's selfish in a similar way to Johnny is, they're both cowboys after all and commenting on that kind of Western cowboy morality is part of what Araki's doing with SBR. I never felt like Gyro’s quest to save Marco was really that much about the kid, so much as being a test against his fundamental decency (even limited as it may be) and the kick he needed to finally prove his father wrong. His and Johnny's path cross and balance each other, as Johnny starts to build up confidence and power as Gyro keeps losing stage after stage plagued by self-doubt and guilt and needs wake-up calls like Ringo Roadagain to give him focus. It's why I think Marco dying, as pointless and cruel as a kick to the teeth it may be, still kinda works, because much like Johnny, Gyro fails at everything he nominally set out to achieve, but he wins the victory that matters: he finds himself and proves himself better than his father. He leads Johnny by example and meets his fate with bravery. Gyro's terrific, definitely one of the most entertaining protagonists to watch I've ever seen.

Also holy shit does Araki find ways to draw him pretty in the covers, he's such a complete clown of a dude sometimes and you'd hardly know it going just by how he's depicted in the covers, it's a really really excellent contrast.

[writeinmysoul]

Okay. So I’ve been regularly getting frustrated about people calling Katniss and especially Neil unreliable narrators. To the point that my friend says I talk about it too often, but every time I look on tumblr, there’s another 3, 5, 7 posts referring to Neil as an unreliable narrator. And it becomes increasingly clear that many people do not actually understand what an unreliable narrator is. I also have so many different points that kind of verge into its own thing, that I have no idea how to fit it all together, but lets try.

Google says, “An unreliable narrator is an untrustworthy storyteller, most often used in narratives with a first-person point of view. The unreliable narrator is either deliberately deceptive or unintentionally misguided, forcing the reader to question their credibility as a storyteller.”

Furthermore, it also states “when looking for indicators that a narrator is unreliable include contradicting stories, incomplete explanations of events, illogical information, and even questions of the narrator's sanity.”

In my opinion, I do not believe that either Katniss or Neil are any more unreliable than any other main character that is the narrator in their story. Both in fiction and in real life, every human could be considered unreliable to some extent. As people, past experiences and perceptions are bound to influence future perceptions, how we view the world and people around us, as well as how we handle new situations. How we've been conditioned to think and believe, and especially how we've been conditioned to view ourselves will have heavy factors in this.

No two people will have the same exact experience in the same circumstance, and our re-relaying of the event could be completely different while also neither being wrong. As someone who is AuDHD, I do not always understand what is happening in a situation and could relay it the opposite of what technically happened while also never lying or deliberately misconstruing the situation. And so its clear that the same will still apply to fictional characters. They're human, tho fictional, who's past and self perception influences every interaction. So when we have two characters like Katniss Everdeen and Neil Josten, who both have a massive load of trauma and such an incredible skewed misconception of themselves, we're bound to get some sort of unreliable playback, but for one, it is not intentional, and two, as we start learning these characters and the story we are in, we can also see where this starts taking place.

For this point, neither Katniss Everdeen nor Neil Josten has ever lied to us, the audience. Yes, Neil is a liar, and he lies to everyone within the story at some point or another, but he never deliberately misguides us. He tells us every thought behind his lies, and even when he’s wrong about something, it is not intended as misdirection or any other malicious reason. More often than not, it is because he did not have all of the facts himself. Katniss has also never intentionally lied to us. She manipulates a few people around her occasionally to ensure her own and the people she cares for's survival, but it is no way to to purposefully keep us in the dark to her methods or her reasonings. We never have to question whether or not either are being honest with us, and we always know when they are lying to other people.

Additionally, we also never have to either character's sanity. We know they have a lot of trauma and both come to view themselves as expendable and come to regularly try to sacrifice themselves for the people they care about. They both have a hard time understanding people actually caring for them or wanting to be their friends, like when Katniss never understood that Madge was her friend or how shocked Neil was when Nicky called him a friend, and how they were both always shocked when anyone else did anything nice for them. But despite doubting their place in other people's hearts, they are willing to give up so much for these people. (this paragraph has started getting away from me because I'm just now realizing how similar Neil and Katniss are and how neither of them believe other people when they point out positive things about them and I have to stop before I lose my whole original point). Anyway, while both Neil and Katniss pull incredibly reckless stunts that they should possibly not survive, and we question their sanity for that, we do not question it in terms of whether we can trust what we're seeing and being told.

Moreover, I regularly see people make comments about how us not seeing this or that or not understanding something or other is because he is an unreliable narrator. And again, this is not what it means to be unreliable. Most main characters are not omniscient and will not know everything, especially things they have no reason to know or see, even if they speculate, and so not seeing or knowing something does not make them unreliable. I saw a post saying that we don't see the abuse Riko suffered because Neil is unreliable. But that makes no sense. While we know to some extent that Riko must have had his own difficulties and potential abuse, Neil would have literally no reason to see it happening. The rest of the ravens would have no reason to see it considering he is meant to be King and be the best, he cannot afford to show weakness to them, so of course he wouldn't be showing that abuse to an outsider that he is trying to bring to heel. These are regular kinds of post I see that frustrates me because not only is the unreliable narrator aspect misunderstood but so is the writing itself and these characters.

@blinksager If I don't stop here, I will literally never shut up. Sorry for making it so long and kind of all over the place lol. I just really love these books and these characters and for whatever reason, hate things being mislabeled like unreliable narrators.

Actually, if I have to hear Neil Josten (or Katniss Everdeen) referred to as an unreliable narrator one more time, I’m going to scream and lose my mind.

They simply are not.

[rainy-day-coffee]

hi... how about head cannons about the dorm leaders with a magical girl mc from either the puella magi magica madoka, magical girl site, magical girl raising project or princess tutu universe please?

I'll be doing Magical Girl Raising Project for this one! I’ll be using the abilities found in the anime since I’m not creative enough to think of any myself. The personalities of the characters themselves have nothing to do with the abilities I chose, they’re their own person! This is written as platonic! I hope this is alright!

As an extra note, this was a really interesting topic to write about. I enjoyed it! I actually just binge watched this anime for this request! It was quite good, I might pick up the light novels!

Warning: Mild mentions of gore; spoilers for Magical Girl Raising Project(?)

Dorm leaders reacting to a Magical Girl Mc

A new game has been released! Customize your own Magical Girl and work hard to defeat monsters!

Granted a 1-in-10,000 chance to be a real-life Magical Girl, the unfortunate souls who agree to the contract are unknowingly pulled into a world of bloodshed. All Magical Girls are expected to collect Magical candies through acts of helpfulness. Whomever is at the bottom of the ranking list by the end of the week is greeted by death. That is, if they can even make it that far.

Magic: Swimming through objects as if they were water - the objects do not affect the user as they pass through them.

He’s never heard of an ability quite like yours! It isn’t teleportation--it’s literally going through objects, ignoring any kind of barrier. It sounds impossible. Understandably, he doesn’t believe you until you show him.

Please refrain from popping out of random places in an attempt to scare him. He doesn’t want to be on edge everyday, the stress he has now is more than enough.

He’s curious about the whole situation. Just how and why did these “people” wrap you (and others) into such a terrible contract? How is it possible to grant these special abilities onto otherwise magicless people? Unfortunately, you most likely don’t have answers for those questions.

Sadly, Riddle doesn’t know of a way to help you out of this. The library may have some information, but the chances are slim nonetheless. He can offer assistance in candy collecting instead!

Something always seems to be going on at his dorm, it would help him greatly if you were to keep an eye on everything and everyone. He knows it isn’t much, but every little bit counts. You have his full support.

Magic: Entering the dreams of others - the ability to pass through the Dream World, granting access to the dreams of those who are currently sleeping.

He’s extremely annoyed. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s only seen you a couple times before, so why do you seem to plague all of his dreams?

In his dreams, you move so vividly and in-character, it baffles him. Dream versions of people can be accurate, but never to such an extent each time. He’ll confront you about it soon enough. He has no evidence of what you’re doing, however vivid memories of dream-you push him to demand answers anyways.

Highly uncomfortable to know his dreams, his usual safe place, can be invaded by a person. He demands that you stop. You can go bother someone else, he doesn’t need that kind of help. If he sees you in there one more time, he may have to resort to other methods to get you to stop.

In regards to earning candies, unless you ask him specifically for help, there isn’t much he can do. You can always help Ruggie out with chores around Savanaclaw and you’ll be set. It’s a good deal for both sides, you can earn some candies and Leona can finally sleep comfortably again.

He finds the system you’re stuck in deplorable. Unfortunately, he can’t get you out of it, but if you ever need extra help he can always have Ruggie find one or two ways to get you those extra candies you need.

Magic: Hearing the thoughts of those in need - with enough training, the user can pinpoint the location of a person. Additionally, they can hear thoughts apart from cries for help.

Your special magic interests him greatly. He already has a good pool of information of all the students, but being able to hear their most inner thoughts is something truly amazing. No amount of research could easily give him those kinds of details.

He has the twins watch over you for a bit, gathering as much information as they can about your situation and what you go about doing.

Given the circumstances, he doubts he can rob this ability of yours through a contract. This does however present an amazing opportunity.

This could blossom into a wonderful partnership. You need to collect candies, and he’s always willing to accept requests from those “poor” souls who need help. By helping him, you can meet your quota! The rules never did mention what kind of help you were limited to offer after all.

He pities you, nothing can be done about your situation at the moment. You can rest assured though, you’ll never be at the bottom of the leaderboard with him around!

When time allows it, Floyd and Jade will be busy poking their noses where they don’t belong. The mascot that appears when you’re around seems to come from that phone you use. If they can see it, then that means these beings have made a mistake somehow. Is it possible to find a way to free you from this through that?

Magic: Transforming into any biologically living being - the size and shape of the creature do not matter, anything is fair game.

When he first discovers your special magic, he’ll be amazed! Transformation magic isn’t exactly easy, so being able to turn into whatever creature you want sounds like a lot of fun!

He’ll be begging you to turn into a wide variety of animals. Can you please turn into a tiger? How about an elephant? Maybe an alpaca? This could go on for hours if you don’t stop him.

Upon learning the darker side of the Magical Girl world, he starts to cry. He knows the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but this is too cruel. You didn’t know you would suffer this way. They should have at least given you all the information beforehand. Better yet, they shouldn’t be doing something so awful in the first place.

Because he finds it hard to keep secrets from Jamil, he ends up telling him about you. He then needs to convince Jamil that you aren’t trying to get him killed.

He goes around asking if people need help. He wants to do everything he can to ensure you survive. Money can’t get you out of this game, he’s tried to use it but that mascot that follows you around always refuses it.

Kalim doesn’t want you to die. Just thinking about it makes his head spin and worry bubble. It wouldn’t be his fault if you died in the first place, but the guilt would consume him entirely.

Magic: Freely manipulating sound - the user can generate sound from anywhere and even recreate the voices of others. As an added result of this ability, the user has enhanced hearing.

Vil won’t forgive you if you decide to mimic Epel’s voice so he can escape. He may be evading his lessons for now, but Vil will find a way to drill them into him later on.

He never would have thought such a thing was possible. This terrible fate you’ve had forced onto you makes no sense. The beautiful power you’ve been given is nothing compared to the price. He doesn’t blame you, he blames whatever is doing this. 

If such a game exists in the world of Twisted Wonderland, he’ll use his influence to dissuade people from playing. Vil will do this behind the scenes of course, his public image has to remain intact.

He actively requests your assistance. For example, helping his dorm improve their instrument playing--your impressive hearing can detect small mistakes they need to work on. Apart from this, he regrettably can’t offer more help.

Hone your abilities and work with what you have. He knows you can prevail. Please take care of yourself as you move forward.

Magic: Receiving one futuristic tool a day - the ability to randomly pick one useful tool out of 444,444,444. The tool breaks down and is no longer of use after a day passes.

He’s in awe. A real life Magical Girl! To think they could really exist outside of anime! Just what kind of world did you come from? Forget living in a world where magic is common, Magical Girls are on a different level entirely! Curiosity gnaws at him, but given how shy he is he won’t approach you with questions himself. Ortho is more than happy to ask any questions for him in his place though!

Once he finds out you’re one of those Magical Girls, he feels a tad sympathetic. You really got the short end of the stick in life didn’t you? He knew the possibility was there, that trope is not uncommon, but a small piece of him wished it wasn’t the case.

He supposes your special magic can be compared to gacha luck. You never really know what you’re going to get. Unfortunately, in your case you can’t even calculate rates for good rolls.

If you’re willing to let him, he’ll happily take apart the tools and gadgets you get from your daily pull. One of those future items should help him create even better machines than he can now! And even they can’t, disassembling and reassembling objects he’s never seen is a thrill in and of itself

If you happen to hear a small tip from Ortho or someone else about an issue occurring around campus, it may or may not have been Idia. He has eyes all around the school, spotting problems is quite easy.

He’ll be rooting for you from the sidelines. You’re a protagonist in this story, he hopes you can make it through to the end.

Magic: Extreme regeneration - being able to recover from any wound so long as a portion of the user’s body is left.

Mortified when he finds your body all mangled and bruised after a rough “accident.” Malleus is ready to destroy whoever or whatever did this to you. He cares about you greatly, the very thought of seeing you in such a state makes his stomach churn and pure rage wash over him.

Once you explain your situation, he can grasp enough to understand the major gist of it. He doesn’t quite know what a “Magical Girl” is but obviously it isn’t something good. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in such a terrible situation.

To know that you can take care of yourself in the face of danger, makes him relieved. Although he doesn’t like the idea of you getting hurt at all, a healing ability is always wonderful to possess.

While you earn candies, Malleus will be working on a way to free you.

Even if these beings who granted you this ability are “all-powerful,” his magical capabilities are among the top in all the world. Perhaps, he can start by politely asking for answers from the leader of this group. If that seems to fail, killing off that mascot seems like a good place to start instead.