#ok now i'm going to log out for a bit (by that i mean like. a couple of hours max fjfjdkdk)

[urfavstargirl]

you could have your desires by now.

just think about it. remember when you joined loablr- was it days? weeks? months? years??

imagine if after the first post you saw that "really made it click for you", you just stopped scrolling. you stopped looking for success stories, informative posts, etc etc, and you started applying the law. you would probably be living your dream life right now.

but instead, you stay on loablr and delude yourself into thinking you're "looking for the key to loa", when in reality, you're just lazy and you don't want to apply!

"b-but i can't manifest! i have intrusive thoughts and difficult circumstances and should i use states or a&p and do i have to believe it and which technique should i use and i-"

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!!! you're making this SO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT HAS TO BE!!!

this post is calling out everyone who's said stuff like that. this post is a sign to LOG TF OUT OF TUMBLR AND GET YOUR DESIRES!! You know what to do and how to apply, so WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU DOING IT?!

and i don't want to hear anybody going "well, i got off tumblr and persisted for a week, but i still don't have my desires!" THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM- YOU KEEP LOOKING FOR YOUR DESIRES IN THE 3D.

When are you gonna realize that when people say "persist in the 4d and understand that the 3d is irrelevant", THEY MEAN IT! FOCUS ON THE 4D!! STOP SAYING "i'm persisting in the 4d but i still don't have my desires? where are they?" IF YOU WERE ACTUALLY PERSISTING IN THE 4D, YOU WOULDN'T BE LOOKING FOR RESULTS IN THE 3D- YOU WOULD BE SATISFIED WITH IMAGINATION.

again, get off of tumblr. don't say "ok well i'm just gonna scroll for a little bit longer 🤪" i'm serious, get off of tumblr. screenshot 1 or 2 posts that really make you understand the law, then apply it!

xoxo, your fav stargirl aaliyah

[delicatereader]

I need you (stephen!hayden x reader)

• summary: Stephen is a little rusty in sex and needs some help

• warnings: well smut

• a/n: this is about hayden/stephen not the actual one. I didn't go deep with the smut bc I am just getting the hang of it so yea. enjoy! (btw I haven't proof read it so there are mistakes...

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You've had an exhausting day at work, unfortunately you have to work overnight. All you want is a get away from this shit. There were only few others with you left. You peacefully working in your space, reading reports in your spinning chair when Stephen comes in.

He hastily grabs a chair and pulls it next to you to sit. You ignore him because you what was coming, he's gonna rant about how everyone thinks he's gay and no one likes him. You didn't think that way, you've had a cute crush on him for a while but didn't do anything because you worked with him and didn't have the time. You've always liked the way he talks and his glasses (you found them slutty and hot).

"What do you think of me?" he asks

"What do you mean?" you try to confirm, still reading the reports

"What do you think me?"

"You're kind, generous and hard-working!" you reply looking at him

"No like what do you think of me?" he repeats

You let out a harsh sigh annoyed.

"Like physically, do you find me attractive?" he blurts out

"What?" you respond in surprise

"Like am I attractive?" he asks again

"Yeah? why? did someone say anything to you?" you ask him concerned

"No..." he drags

"Spill" you demand

"Ok! It's been a while since you know..." he says

"What? I don't know"

"Since you know!" he looks at his pants and back up (twice)

"Sex?" you answer

"Shhhhh!" he silences you, making you giggle

"Someone will hear you! But yeah since I had sex" he continues

"So you want to start having sex again?" you ask

"Well yeah! It's been a long time" he admits

"How long?" you ask curiously

"Ummm...2 years?"

"What!? 2 years?! omg!" you yell whilst whispering

"I'm a bit rusty..." he says

You scoff as a response, "you will be"

"Oh shut up!" he responds

"Can't belive it! 2 years!" you laugh out loud

"Yep..." he says embarrassed, nodding his head

"Ok I won't laugh! I promise! you speak" you take a deep breath

"So everyone thinks I'm gay, I accidentally let people- no men stick their tongue down my throat and the girls I get run away when they hear the gay rumours" he explains his situation

"Well they just haven't seen your search history! trust me your straight!!" you confirm for him.

He leans back on the chair shocked

"How do you know my search history?"

"The other week you left early and forgot to log out. I did it for you" you smile at him proudly

"Anyways what am I supposed to do about this? I have some friends who might be interested..." you advise resting your head on you palms.

"No" he replies instantly

"Then?" you ask raising your eyebrows waiting for some details

"I need you" he mutters

"What?" you yell in shock

"You. I mean I don't know anyone else better. I'm close to you so it won't be that awkward!" he explains further

"What?! I can't!"

"Yes you can. Nat, Smith and Jade are leaving right now" he says placing a hand on your lap

"What?" as you respond you hear an elevator reach your floor seeing your colleagues leave

"It's just us! please!" he begs. You could see the desperation in his eyes.

"If I agree to this..." you drag

"I'll owe you a million" he offers

"Fine" you shrug even though you've wanted him for so long, you put on a act.

He instantly gets off the chair and kisses you

"Is that ok?" he asks

You nod in response

His kisses get more passionate and confident. His lips are awfully soft. His hands travel from your lap to your cheeks. He starts to kiss your neck, but whilst leaving a trail of kisses from behind your ear to you collarbone you get up and turn so he is in the chair. You're sat on his lap legs on both sides of him. He slips his around your waist and let's them travel your back and slip through your hair.

You pull his dark blonde curls, making him whimper. "You like that?"

The only response you got was a moan.

He starts to unbutton your shirt kissing your chest and around your bra. You follow his actions and pull his shirt off. He takes your bra off and kisses your breasts.

You slowly start to grind on him, making his head fall back in pleasure. "Fuck y/n!"

His breath starts to get heavier. He pulls his hand from your waist to tale off his glasses. Suddenly, you stop him.

"Whay are you doing?"

"Taking of my glasses?"

You lean against his mouth with a smirk

"The glasses stays on" you demand

"You have a thing for glasses?" He asks, locking his lips with a smile and carrying pire lust in his eyes.

"Shut up!" you say rolling your eyes at him whilst giggling

"We'll see who needs to shut up after this" he says with a mischievous smile leaning back in to kiss you

[that-basic-simp]

Lose You

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader CW: Death at the end WC: 1.8k+

"You've always been careful, you've always planned everything out, and you want to go out there now?" Abby asked as she was about to change into her sleepwear.

"I heard something about a cargo coming through here with precious supplies," I said.

"I mean, kind of a good time for that to happen," Abby gestured to the large window where the sky was pitch black, rain was pounding against the glass, and lightning could be seen every other five minutes. "B-But how did you even hear about this?"

"I was out on patrol today," I began.

"With who?"

"Manny."

"Go on."

"And we came across these guys that were talking about some cargo coming in. Abby," I walked towards her. "It's not even from the US."

"It came from a different country?"

"Yes."

"Interesting."

"There has to be something valuable," I said. "Who knows, maybe we can get some more ammo to deal with the Scars. Some more gunpowder. Anything."

The gears were turning in Abby's head as her tongue poked at her cheek, creating a bump. She slowly nodded her head as she paced back and forth.

"Where at?" she asked.

"The Aquarium."

"You've got to be shitting me," she sighed.

"Are we going or what?"

Her eyes closed for a moment before she nodded her head, "Fine. But if we see so much as one infected, we're coming straight back. Understand?"

"Yes. You know me, I've always been careful."

We grabbed our gear, headed down to where they kept the guns, and Abby had to sweet talk her way into getting a couple that weren't logged for Issac's records. When questioned on what we were doing, I jumped in to say that tonight was date night and Abby thought about leaving the stadium for once. The guy handed us our guns and we were off.

"Date night?" Abby asked as she turned to face me.

"Everyone knows we're together," I said.

She just nodded, "Sometimes I wish they didn't."

"Why?" I asked and grabbed at her forearm.

"Because what if someone targets you and or I for a reason? They target me so that they can get you and use the both of us to get something they want. Because everyone knows that Issac can play favorites. And I'm one of them. They know you're good with the agriculture. What if they threaten me to get a certain fruit or vegetable before anyone else gets it. What if--"

She turned to face me and that was when I grabbed her by the collar of her tank top. I pulled her down to my height and placed my lips against hers. She tried to pull away, but I pulled her right back. She finally melted in and wrapped her arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her neck and dug my fingers into the back of her braid. She turned her head slightly to deepen the kiss.

"Jump," she mumbled in between our kisses.

I did as she said and my legs wrapped around her waist, bringing us closer together. And it allowed me to be at the same height as her. She pulled away to breathe and I pressed my forehead against hers.

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Kiss me to shut me up?"

"Because it works all the time."

She chuckled and pecked my lips, "It does work all the time, doesn't it?"

"Abs," I let out. "If anyone dares threaten either of us and you catch wind of it, you'll pound them into the ground before they can even do anything."

"I know, but--"

"Hey," I cupped her face gently in my hands. "We're going to be ok. Everyone knows that Owen is the father of Mel's baby. They know about their somewhat toxic relationship. Then they see us. They're just jealous that I got Abby motherfucking Anderson."

She giggled as I said her name like that. Her smile always made my heart leap. I kissed her once more before I jumped down from her.

"What if I wanted to carry you?" she asked.

"Oh, you're offering to carry me?" I chuckled.

"Well now that you jumped off me like that, I'm not going to," she playfully crossed her arms and turned her back to me.

"Abs, come on," I poked at her side.

"I'm not going to fall for that."

"Come on, Abby," I poked a bit more, this time, threatening to tickle her.

"Y/N!" she yelled as a warning.

I started to tickle at her sides and her laughter filled the night air. She tried to get away from me, but I kept going after her. She finally grabbed my arms and held my wrists in her one hand. Her breathing was deep as she was trying to catch it.

"Don't do that," she chuckled, trying to be serious.

"What are you going to do about it?" I smirked.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, "I will turn this whole thing around and take you back to the apartment where you won't be walking tomorrow morning."

"I wouldn't mind that," I smiled.

"But first, we need to do this," she let go of my wrists.

"Will you carry me?"

"What do you say?"

"Please?"

She opened her arms and a wide smile appeared as I jumped into her arms.

"I love you, Abby."

"I love you, too," she said.

When we reached the aquarium, she set me down and we waited behind a nearby building. There were people outside the aquarium with guns.

"What time was the cargo coming?" Abby asked.

"I think not until ten," I said.

"It's thirty 'til," she eyed her watch.

"What do you want to do until then?" I asked.

"Get out of the rain at least," Abby said and entered the building we were next to.

I followed after her and we dried off.

"What's your biggest fear?"

"You should know that one."

"Aside from heights."

"Well, for the longest time it was losing my dad. Y-You saw how that turned out."

"Yeah," I sadly nodded my head.

"Aside from that, I didn't have any fears. Not the Scars, not the infected, nothing. But then you came into my life," she sat down beside me. "And that started a new fear."

"A fear of losing me?"

She nodded.

"Even before we met and started dating, I always feared we'd lose you. Now, that 'we' turned into 'I'. I was afraid of losing you, too."

"I'm not going anywhere," she smiled and rested her hand on my leg. "We're going to have a life together. We're going to grow old and live somewhere outside the stadium. Maybe on a ranch in the middle of nowhere, just the two of us."

I smiled, "I'd like that."

She smiled, but it soon faded as she heard something I didn't. She grabbed her gun and stood up.

"Abby?"

"Shh," she said.

I stood up and grabbed my gun. I tried to listen for what she was hearing. Then, there it was. That all too familiar clicking. Abby quietly walked towards where it was coming from. I followed after her, but there was a reason why I don't do infected runs. I stepped on some glass and Abby quickly turned around. The clicking turned into a shriek as it turned to where we were. If it still had its eyes, they'd be staring us down not too long before lunging at us, flailing its arms.

"RUN!" Abby yelled and we bolted.

The clicker shrieked once more and chased after us. I was lagging behind a bit and Abby was about fifteen feet ahead of me.

"Abby!" I yelled as I turned over my shoulder.

Big mistake. I cocked my gun and turned my entire body.

"Don't shoot! Keep running!" Abby yelled as she turned to get me.

I shot, but it did nothing. I shot it once more. Nothing. Shit, this thing doesn't go down easy. I was prepping another shot as the clicker lunged and landed on top of me.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I reached for my knife, but it was too late.

I could already feel the teeth sink deep within my forearm. It was over for me. Abby came over and shot the thing multiple times in the head. The body went still and I shoved it off of me.

"Are you hurt?" she knelt down.

"N-No," I said. I was thankful that it was night.

"Come on, we need to head back."

I walked in silence as we headed back to the stadium, periodically checking on my arm whenever Abby wasn't looking. This was going to crush her. I could already feel things starting to change within me. My fingers twitched as I held the gun tightly. My movement wasn't as smooth as before and this newfound rage was starting to bubble up. But with each moment as we grew closer and closer to the stadium, it turned into fear.

"A-Abby," my voice shook.

"Yeah?" she turned.

The stadium was just over the hill.

"I-I can't go back with you."

"W-What do you--"

Her eyes slowly grew wider as she knew what I meant.

"No, no, no, no, no," she grabbed my arm and pulled out her light.

There she could see the teeth marks and the bulging veins.

"No, no, no!" her eyes found mine.

I wanted to die right there. The fear and pain in her eyes. The tears that were about to spill. How her lip trembled as she knew what she had to do. She shook her head.

"I-I can't."

"Please, Abby," I pleaded.

"I am not doing that. I'd rather shoot myself than do it."

"A-Abby, please. If not now, you might have to do it later down the road."

She shook her head once more, "I-I'd tell you to fight it, but I know that's pointless."

"Abby," I reached down and grabbed her hand. She didn't pull back or recoil with disgust. "I will always love you."

"I love you, Y/N," she whispered.

"And with this love, I will let you go."

"Y/N," she said.

"Live for me, Abs," I smiled.

"Y/N," her tone grew serious as I grabbed my pistol that was in my bag. "D-Don't do this, Y/N."

"I won't let you make this decision," I said and loaded the gun.

"Y/N, no!"

From that moment forward, time felt like it was slowing down. The gun felt heavy in my hands as I raised it up and pressed it to my head. A flash of lightning appeared behind Abby, illuminating her face. Her eyes were already dull and void of life, but there was so much pain she tried to suppress. Her hand reached out as she stepped towards me, trying to remove the gun from my hand. I just smiled at her and mouthed the words 'I love you' to her for the very last time. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. The sound rang throughout the stormy night as I fell to the ground.

Briefly, just briefly, I opened my eyes and found the blue sky of a summer day above me. The sun was warm on my skin and I could hear the bees buzzing. A golden sea of wheat surrounded me as I was laying down on my back. I reached up to grab at the sky and that was when a figure walked above me. I could never forget that dirty blonde hair that was always in a long braid, the freckles that danced underneath her eyes like constellations in the sky. Her smile that always warmed my heart. And in that moment, of what could have been, soothed me as my body hit the ground.

[leftpoetrymoon]

Our beloved

(Rafayel x you x Xavier)

They say when you fell in love it feels so ethereal..

That's exactly what happened to me when I met them.

What is my fate? Do I truly know everything? Or am I just a puppet?

Do I even deserve their love when they don't belong to me or do they?

So confusing...

But let me tell you one thing.

Falling in love is like magic, When you fell in love with someone you will get lost in an unknown world.

You don't know the path or the places anything at all. But when you slowly recognise them you'll see the true beauty of that unknown world.

Remember if anything happens to that world you can withstand it but it will hurt you so much..

Like a dagger piercing through a heart,

Like the powerful force when you fell from a cliff,

Like a person slitting their wrists.

But trust me you can change that world..

The process maybe a bit long but believe in yourself.

Even if you get lost, you'll appear again in same path to find your world again.

So, trust yourself and never let go of the love that you cherish so much.

Even if you feel like you don't deserve It, it's not the truth.

You deserve all the love in this world my dear..

**°°°**

Soft music playing in the background. Outside my window people are going on to do their daily activities, if you hear clearly you can make out of the noise of cats meowing. What a peaceful day huh?

But me? While everyone out dating and enjoying their lives here I am dating my books! I mean I don't want a man but why does the universe have to rub it on my face that i'm single!?

Forget that! Who needs boys? All of them are liars- wait not everyone! Who needs them when I have Xavier and Rafayel!?

I looked at my phone and picks it up, opening the love and deep space app I logged in and saw Xavier sleeping. How cute!!! I tapped at him multiple time but he didn't woke up.

After I finished my daily agenda I went to the home screen and saw that Xavier was still sleeping, "My baby~ still sleeping huh? Did you overworked yesterday?  My sweet baby-"

"I will get much better sleep if you are here with me"

Huh? The fuck?who was that? I'm pretty sure that I live alone then? I looked at Xavier who was still sleeping... Nah it can't be him. I read too much fanfic.

"Why are you so quiet my love?" I looked at Xavier and my eyes widen in shock! it was him! He was the one who spoke Just now!

"X-Xavier?"

"Yes my love?"

I quickly went to interaction mode instead of standing he was still sitting on the couch but he was So close to the screen.

I tapped his face, he just smiled and winks "How are you today my love? Why didn't you log in this morning? I was so excited to see you, but you didn't came..."

Oh. Yeah I log in daily at morning to do my daily agenda but I forgot today because I went apply to the college.

"Sorry Xavier... I went to apply at the college today, that's why I didn't came earlier.." I looked at him and apologized. "It's ok, no worries. I was just curious..that's all.."

I looked at the outfit he was wearing, to my surprise it was lumiere's outfit!! "Wah! You're wearing lumiere's outfit Xavier!!"

His eyes sharpened and looked at me with narrow eyes, "I was out that's why i'm wearing this..."

How silly of me.. Mc must have asked him to wear this.. "Out? You normally don't wore this though?" I was curious because if he went out like that wouldn't that be suspicious? "I was experimenting something, so I went to my destroyed spaceship to deal with that"

Huh? That's new? Did he finally found a way to return to Philos? "Huh? Did you finally found out how to go back to philos?" He looked at me and shook his head.

"Why would I go back there when I already found something that I love at here?"

What? Doesn't he have to go back to his queen? "I know what you're thinking, believe me my myth is not correct. I was the prince of Philos. And there was no Mc in my timeline at Philos. Yes she existed but we were not lovers.

And most of all she was Philos queen not mine. We came here to find a cure but you know What happened afterwards."

"Then? What about the others? " if What he said was true then- "I don't know about that and I never met them. So don't worry ok?"

"If you say so...."

I still can't believe Xavier is talking to me and I am talking to him casually. I got snapped out of my thoughts when I heard his voice again.

"When are you going to start uni?"

"In two months..." yea, After all i'm 17 now and I left my house after all that problem. Finally i'm free but sometimes I feel lonely.

Xavier looked at the time and smiled in a sorry way. "Sorry my love but i'm late for work.. I'll see you later ok?"

I pouted a little but smiled. After all he's a hunter, so yeah he needs to go."bye Xavier"

I turned off my phone and started to scribble on my notebook about- wait! Did he just called me my love!? I'm going to die in happiness!!!!

I really can't believe he talked to me!!! I'm going to die in happiness again!!!

But I wonder if he didn't love Mc then who does he love? I mean she's the source of his home planet... Let's just focus on unpacking for now.

After all I finally escaped from that darn household of mine.

Xavier turned off the phone and went to the hunter's association. He came because there was a mission near at mo art studio aka rafayel's house.

When Jenna told him the location he got irritated because rafayel is searching for Y/n too. That's why he broke the fourth wall  before rafayel and talked to her.

Because he know that she likes both of them.

And That's what got him irritated because She likes that fish too!

He arrived at Mo art studio and knocked on the door. But there was no response. So he Just barged in and went to the living room.

The house looked like a mess. I mean a beautiful mess. Walls were painted with vibrant colours and it looked like a paradise.

As much Xavier want to protest he can't help but admire the paintings.

There were so much portraits. What caught his eye was a painting of Y/n... She looked so etheral in that painting. She was wearing a blue pastel dress with a star pendant. Rafayel did a very awesome job.

He found Rafayel painting a large portrait of sea. But Rafayel didn't noticed him because he was sitting on a ladder so high and it was very silent.

Xavier cleared his throat which made Rafayel look down at him. Rafayel widened his eyes and points finger at him. "You're the hunter they assigned? What a surprise! The prince is here at my studio! Who allowed you!- move!!"

Xavier moved quickly before rafayel fell on top of him. He looked at Rafayel who was rubbing his forhead from the impact.

"I know you're the one who killed Raymond and i won't say anything because you had a valid reason. I'm not here for the mission."

Xavier finished the tea which was given by Rafayel. Speaking of him he was looking at Xavier curiously. Because he know that the prince won't come to him unless it's about her.

"So? Why did you came here?" Xavier looked at him and spoke with a determined tone. "I finally figured out how to travel though dimensions or how to bring someone to our dimension without risk."

Rafayel widened his eyes and looked at him with a mischievous glint on them. "Does that mean my cutie can be here?"

Xavier spoke to him with narrowed eyes, "yes, she can but for that I need your help rafayel."

Rafayel chucked at him. "I'll do anything for my cutie to came here~"

Phew... What a wonderful day! I looked around my room which was neatly decorated. I finally unpacked all of my things and arranged them. Dang! It's really hard to do work for those who are experts in laziness!

I looked at the photo which was at my bed. It was a photo of my mother and me when she was still around. I smiled and hugged the photo. If only she didn't die I would still be at that household.

But i'm grateful that I moved here. Yea, i'm a scaredy cat It's true. Sometimes I wonder if only my mother didn't divorced my dad and didn't come to her abusive parents house would she still be alive?

The universe is really cruel believe me. It took away the only the one I was holding onto without even a bit of mercy. I really wish my mother will have her next life full of happiness without me.

As much as I hate to say it, If only she didn't married my dad she would have definitely lived like a queen. If only she didn't died on that accident my life wouldn't have been this messy.

Seriously living with my grandparents and from experience i'm saying i'm really scared of men. You may think i'm overreacting but believe me, my family made me like this. That's why i'm avoiding relationships because i'm terrified that they will abuse me.

My only escape is love and deep space. Seeing them makes me smile. How I wish I was Mc. Maybe if I was born as Mc would I have received that much love? But I shouldn't be greedy. I'm grateful for who I am right now.

Xavier and Rafayel. I'm obsessed with both of them. I mean all of them have tragic endings, but these two? It utterly broke my heart. I mean Rafayel waited 800 years for her and Xavier? God only knows how long.

But after talking with Xavier which is very shocking but i'm saying like It's normal, he said that Mc was not his lover... Then who? Maybe their story is different from what we knew.

I mean infold is the creator But maybe in their universe their story is different.. After all we're just players behind the screen. So we can't believe everything what we see.

I'm really confused... Let's not think about that for now. I looked at the time and it was 6:00 pm! Huh!? I started unpacking at 12:00 pm! Time moves real fast! I should buy groceries and dinner. I have to go out for that... Lets  just get it over with.

I placed the photo back on my bed and opened the dresser. It was full of baggy hoodies. I pick one and wore it. I made a small low ponytail because my hair is that short. I picked up the purse and put on my shoes to go out.

I should take coco with me. After all she's been home all day. "Coco ! Come baby let's go out for a walk!" My cat appeared behind the sofa and run towards me letting out soft meows. She's a white and black ragdoll with doll-like blue eyes.  My precious baby!

I picked her up and kissed her Forhead. "Let's go out shall we!" She looked up and lets out a soft meow. I locked my apartment's door and started to walk on the busy streets.

I entered the super market and bought all the necessary things and snacks for coco. I went to the cashier counter and paid the money and walked out of the super market.

The night sky is so beautiful, so much stars are on there. I looked at coco and smiled. She's still the reason that I dont have depression. As much as she's a brat I really can't live without her.

I walked back to home but my guts says that something is going to happen. I opened the front door and to my surprise I heard two familiar voice coming from the living room.

"Why does she have lumiere plushie?" wait this voice is too familiar-" so this is her house huh.."

This voice is rafayel's!? How is it possible!? Wait if the first one is Xavier means he already saw my lumeire's collection!?

"Meow" as soon as coco meowed there was a pin drop silence. Bracing myself I slowly step into the living room to see that If i'm finally became a delusional bitch or they are actually here. I'm not delusional! They really are in my apartment!

"A-am I dreaming?" my mouth blurted out before thinking anything. Rafayel looked at me and smiled gently. "No cutie, you're not dreaming~" I can't believe my eyes... They are real, right in front of me not as a 3d but in flesh.

"But how did you two ended up at my house?"

Before Rafayel speaks Xavier intertwines, "This was the experiment I was telling you.. We travelled through dimensions and ended up here.."

I glanced at the two of them who was drinking the coffee I gave them. Rafayel was glaring daggers at my cat, meanwhile glaring at my lumiere plushies. From what  said, instead of Mc, Xavier went to mo art studio to interrogate rafayel to talk about raymond but suddenly a wanderer appeared. The wanderer was different from other wanderers.

As they were fighting, Xavier and rafayel used both of their evol same time at the wanderer  which caused a fluctuation and found themselves at my home. This is really different from the story which was given by infold.

"So, does any of you know how to go back to your world?" as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth Xavier shakes his head and Rafayel looked sad. Xavier looked like he was choosing his words carefully, with a steady voice he spoke "That is the thing Y/n.. We know how to go back but we have some things to do here..."

Things to do? Don't they have to go back to meet her? I looked at Rafayel to see his expression but his face remained the same.

"Um.. Until then where will you two be staying?-"

"With you." Before I finish my words both of them spoke at the same time leaving me dumbfounded. With me? Seriously? I'm slowly starting to feel flustered. Fuck. This is the first time i'm having a long conversation with men let alone two! Oh god...

"Cutie! Don't worry! We'll help you to do the chores, and even cook for you.. Please let us stay here.."

" yeah... We'll do that, and you won't have to spend money on us.. So until we finish our mission Please let us stay here..my love"

Arghh these two! Giving me puppy eyes will definitely make me melt! I mean I don't mind them staying here but I'll definitely do something very embarrassing if I keep seeing them daily! My heart can't handle it!! I already know this is the game that i'm going to lose.

"...fine. I'm not that heartless to kick you two out of my house."

How did this happen again? Now i'm stuck in a position which is embarrassing but also it feels to comfortable. Both of them are beside me sleeping very soundly that you can say they're innocent.

Xavier is hugging my waist while Rafayel burried his face on the crook of my neck. Here I am blushing like my face is going to explode.

Flashback ....

Just like they promised they made dinner rafayel did most of the thing because Xavier will do more than help so.. Yeah. My gosh! After a wonderful dinner this conversation started.....

"Where will you two be sleeping?" I was curious because I have only one bed and the couch is not comfortable for either of them according to their height. I really wanted to say 'Let's sleep together' but that will be real embarrassing for me. So I kept my mouth shut waiting for their answers.

"Why cutie? Can't we all just share your bed?~"

Rafayel spoke with a flirty tone which made my eyes go wide. That damn fish! He's deliberately making me blush! I looked at Xavier for his answer but! He was smirking too!! "Yes. The couch is not comfortable to sleep for us or you. So let's just share the bed, besides the bed is larger for more than three"

Yeah. Xavier is correct. The couch is comfortable for me but I won't say it that loud and besides the bed is larger for more than three person. I want to behave like a good human being but my delulu version is winning! Fuck it! It's a chance that I can't escape.

"Fine.."

When i said that words I forgot to notice the dark expression on their face. Rafayel and Xavier was looking at me with a predator eyes but my dumbass brain forget to notice that.

Present..

So that's what happened. Mother please forgive your innocent daughter for shamelessly enjoying this situation. I gave myself up to them. They unconsciously tightened their grip on me.

Rafayel buried his face on my chest and snuggled on them and Xavier pulled me back into his chest like i'll run away if they loosened their grip on me. I slowly caressed Rafayel's hair and got lost in thoughts.

This feels like a dream honestly.. I talked to xavier this morning at my phone which turned my world upside down and at night xavier and rafayel both are at my arms hugging me tight like i'll disappear.

But just like Xavier said, if Mc was not his lover for whom he had made the promise? I mean according to anecdote of distant youth he met a girl during his highschool days but she died because of her disease at her heart. Then his myth will happen after that.

But if Mc was the queen of Philos but not his lover from the anecdote then who was she? So confusing! I looked down at rafayel who was hugging me like a kola. If xavier story is not true from what I've known the game then is Rafayel's story is not true from what i've known?

I mean rafayel waited 800 years for her and from what i've saw from the story, Mc would have already met him but instead of her Xavier met him at the Mo art studio.

Just What is happening in my life!? I've finally escaped from the household of mine and arrived at Chennai again to live peacefully with my cat coco. But now? I'm having two magnificent handsome men on my arms!

If It's really a dream I don't want to wake up!

Fate is really a surprise thing.

Isn't It?

One minute it act cruel to you,

And another minute it acts like a good person.

But, just maybe

Can I have this moment for the rest of my life?

••••••

[lorata]

Hi, hope you’re doing well! Unfortunately I’ve had a bit of a shocker today and missed out on a leadership role that I worked really hard for :( any advice from your victors?

aw no I'm sorry!

i'm ah, hm. trying to poll the peanut gallery is interesting given their various approaches range from "make strategic threats and carry out as necessary" (adessa), "cheat and try again" (devon, misha), "use an extreme level of violence that makes people fear for their own safety" (enobaria, claudius, callista), "use normal violence" (many others), "accept the inevitable" (nero) or "internalize failure" (emory, alec)

the mentor answer if this happened to a kiddo, i think, is that just like with muscles, no training is wasted: whatever you did to prepare for this one will help you in whatever the next one is. and right now all you need is to find your job for right now, sunrise to sunset to sunrise. even if that job is eating and sleeping and swinging a sword around to give all those feelings somewhere to go.

OK now they're actually taking this seriously let's try again

emory says: cook something, even if it's just a sandwich. focus on each step. eat it when you're done. bonus, make extra and give it to someone else. try remember that no one else defines your worth

misha says: light a fire, climb a tree, go someplace HIGH, get the body moving, anything to keep that stuck feeling away

devon says: paint! don't worry if it's good, don't even try to make it look like anything! use water on a sidewalk or draw in condensation and don't worry about permanence because everything passes

enobaria says: kill them stab something, make something with your hands that lets you be a little violent. also find a friend and bite yell, complain, throw things, be as mean and petty about it as you need

brutus says: damn right no one else defines your worth! do heavy work - lift stumps, swing sticks around, roll some logs, rearrange your furniture, do laundry (misha!), whatever, be present in your body. you are here, you are breathing, this ain't the end

lyme says: clean. pick a surface you've been ignoring or a clutter spot that's been staring at you and deal with it, clean out the inside of your fridge and toss away anything old and expired. sometimes you just need a reminder you accomplished something.

claudius says: kill them play music (doesn't have to be good! doesn't have to sound like anything!), go for a walk, pay attention to what's around you, get outside your head. life has a funny way of turning out

petra says: kill them work out, lift heavy things, punch something, move your body, break things, go outside and scream as loud as you can, do a wall-sit until your legs shake. don't hold it inside

callista says: kill them find a small, furry animal and take it hostage show it love - they don't know anything about capitalism, they only know food and cuddles. wonderful. also wear something that baffles everyone else but pleases you and delight in your impeccable taste

nero says: make something with your hands, fix something, ask someone if there’s something you can do to help and do it. find a connection between you and someone else, you and the earth, and ground yourself

adessa says: kill them ruin them destroy them emotionally plot their demise this is not the arena; one mistake or missed opportunity does not mean death. find a worthy companion and instruct them to list your positive qualities. don't contradict them; that is counterintuitive

odin says: take solace in your friends and family! food and drink and company won't change the situation but at least you are not alone

ronan says: they are watching how you take rejection as much as if you got it. this is your chance to show that you're not petty, and they'll remember you next time. in the meantime, make yourself invaluable to the one who did get it [and so on, Mr. I Eat Poisoned Cookies and Play Chess with President Snow on the Regular]

alec: have you tried spite? way more motivating than you'd think. also, when in doubt climb a tree and imagine your most annoying friend telling you what you need but don't want to hear

and as a bonus, injured creed says: your only job right now is to take care of yourself. it will feel awful for a while, but you are more than this moment and life isn't just an off-branch of the path you should have taken. one day you'll find the sacrifice you were truly made for

[cucvdetroit84]

how chastity has saved my life. True story!

ok here is kind of a long story but I feel like I need to tell it. I'm been on tumblr for a while now and I feel safe here to share from a few of my experiences. Or one of my favorite kinks ever is chastity and orgasm denial. I love to be denied that happy ending. But this story actually does have a very happy ending. For years and years I was addicted to porn and masterbating all the time. Now that's a big difference between enjoying it and it controlling your entire life! Mine was an addiction as it just controlled me. I tried to quit and tried to lessen my reliance on it but to no avail. Well fast forward to about a year ago. I was addicted to it and doing it probably around 3-5 times a day. I couldn't stop. Well we had a fire at our home and I ended up losing everything and I mean everything. I was lost and I ended up digging myself into a deep deep dark pit. I didn't want to push forward anymore. It led me into a very deep depression. One night I was struggling really really bad and I had decided that it just wasn't worth it anymore. I logged in to onlyfans. And I had a message from someone. Now I'm use to getting these messages from ladies advertising their content. But this one was different. For privacy reasons I'm not going to say who it was from but it was a simple and sweet message. She asked me hi, how are you doing today. Well I decided just to entertain her a little bit and I responded back with not good. Well long story short we got to talking and I told her about what I was going through and she was a online mistress and we had a little online session and I ended up ordering a clip from her. But she helped to distract me from my problems I was facing. And we talked about my kinks and chastity being one of them. And then by the end of the night, she ended up becoming my mistress and I became her sub. I still was feeling depressed and lost not knowing how to push forward. Because if you don't know, after a fire at your home you have nothing and there are so many people and businesses contacting you and is very very overwhelming. I lost everything I worked so hard to gain. But before this point on my life, I wasn't living the best life I could. Well she kept me locked in chastity and I always have done this solo. And that's a very big difference when your self locked vs when someone else is making the rules and holding your keys. One of them is that when your very horny, you just can't unlock and rub one out. You have to get out approved of first. Because your mistress owns that part of you! You no longer own it or get to decide when you get to play with it, she does! It's a really really hot feeling at first. But as desire grows inside you, you become more and more reliant on her for any form of relief no matter how good or how bad it feels. Anyways, day by day I grew stronger and she distracted me from the hell I was facing in life. She gave me purpose and drive. My eternal flame inside of me was extinguished and she has relit it. We started with 2 weeks of chastity followed by a full orgasm, then went to a month followed by an orgasm. Did that for a while and then locktober began. We discussed it and decided that she should have full 100% control of how long I'm locked up for. So that's what happened. Went through locktober, had a few accidents and she punished me for them but I'm grateful for her for doing this for me. I ended up forgetting about my depression and my situation in life and focused on being a good and loyal sub for her. Well locktober came to and end but she decided that that wasn't long enough and increased my time without release into no nut November. Now the longest I've ever went without release in chastity was barely 30 days. And again had some accidents in chastity and she started to punish me more and more severely. Because it was a plain disrespect to her and her rules. Now went though no nut November and again she decided that I need more time in chastity so went straight into denial December. Now the only form of sex or masterbating that I got to experience was anal play.

[that-one-unhinged-dadvid-blog]

Since Dadvid isn't canon, I decided to do it by myself! A dadvid fic of David adopting Max is under the cut!

Summer was finally over, and most of the children had already been picked up by their parents except for Max, who was sitting on a log with his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Well…" Gwen vacillated, shifting from side to side "I guess it's…I guess it's about time I go…"

David had a gentle grip on her shoulders, speaking to her kindly, yet firmly. "Don't second guess yourself, you're gonna rock this, Gwen!" Both corners of Gwen's mouth turned upright as she placed one hand on David's. "Thanks…I really needed that.." David nodded "Well, I believe in you! I'll be cheering you on! Bye, Gwen." Gwen smiled "Bye David."

She started to leave but then was stopped by David holding her hand. Gwen and David both looked down, and David quickly retracted his hand, cheeks burning red. While Gwen awkwardly placed her hands back to hide side. David put his hands up "Sorry! I just wanted to ask, do you-" Gwen put her hand up, interrupting him "If you ask if I have your number I swear to god…" David's mouth turned into a thin line as he shuffled awkwardly and rubbed his arm. Gwen raised an eyebrow "You were going to ask that, were you?" David slumped his shoulder, his lips turned into a frown, deflated as he let out an "Mhm…" Gwen sighed before hugging him "I'm gonna miss your stupidity…" David wanted to be offended by that, but it was impossible to do when she said that with so much fondness in her voice. Then she broke the hug "Yes, I do have your number, you should know that since you checked to make sure I had it. Multiple times." David lamented "Sorry…I'm just gonna miss you a ton." Gwen smiled "Yeah, yeah, I'll miss you too."

Gwen looked over at Max "So, are you going to stay with him until his parents arrive?" David beamed with a thumbs up "Of course! And I'll have a little word with his parents." Gwen sighed "I'd love to as well…but I gotta go. You have what I would say to them written down, right?" David pulled out a note and quickly read through it "Yep!" Gwen smiled "Okay, bye David." While she was walking to her car, she stopped by Max and ruffled his hair. "I'm gonna miss you, little satan." Max rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye." Gwen chuckled and walked to her car, she put 2 middle fingers in the air when she yelled "FUCK YOU CAMP CAMPBELL!" and went into her car and drove away. With Max staring at the car as it drove off.

David sat next to Max. Max flinched as he looked next to him. David chucked "Jumpy, huh? Are you distracted? Is everything ok?" Max shrugged as he looked at the trees. "Just thinking about the first thing I do when I finally get off of this fucking nightmare camp…" Well, that's what Max said, but he was staring off into the direction Gwen's car used to be. David put his hand on Max's shoulder "Hey…I miss her too." Max's eyes turned wide for a split second before he caterwauled "What?! I don't miss-!" David gave him a knowing look and Max just looked down, body slumping.

David's face fell before he comforted "She's going to miss you too.." Max flinched upright, looking at him for a split second with what looked an awful lot like hope in his eyes, before he turned away, muttering "Whatever I don't care…"

David exhaled contently before he chirped "I'm going to stay with you till your parents arrive, ok?" Max groaned "Yes, you totally had to say that because I totally thought that you would leave a 10-year-old child alone in some random fucking summer camp." David narrowed his eyes "Max…language." Max sighed "Whatever. Can I have your phone? I don't just want to stay here with you while doing nothing. That's even worse than when I'm with you doing something." That comment only hurt David a little bit, mostly used to Max's insults by now. Especially since he only means them like, 10% of the time. David fished his phone out of his pocket and gave it to Max.

Max took the phone and turned around to lay his legs out on the log. Meanwhile, David turned his back to him so Max would be able to lean back and be more comforted. Looking around the camp, trying to see if he could find any birds and name what species they were from looks. The noise between them was a comfortable silence as they waited.

And waited.

And waited…

….

And waited…

The sky was beginning to turn into a pinkish orange.

Nothing.

David was resting his head on his hand, eyelids feeling heavy, but then he flinched when he heard the sound of a phone hitting the ground, and suddenly felt another warm pressure on his back. He looked behind him and saw…Max. Laying with his cheek on David's back, eyes relaxed and gently closed, jaw slack. David exhaled and smiled. He looked younger than he was when he slept like this. David smiled tiredly, he didn't want to wake Max up by trying to get his phone, so he decided to excite himself just enough to stay up by identifying the different oak and floras, besides, if both David and Max were asleep, who would spot Max's parents? So David waited.

And waited…

And waited some more…

Eventually, the sky became a dark blue, and David worriedly looked up. David gently shook Max up and Max's eyes fluttered open, then he realized he was resting his face on David's back, and shuffled back until he got off of the log and onto the ground. He glared at David and demanded, "Don't." David sighed "I wasn't going to bring that up champ. But uhm…it's nighttime and your parents aren't here yet…normally I would contact them but they didn't leave their contact information on the enrollment paper." Max's eyes shook slightly, his bottom lip trembling for a split second, before he whipped his head away, so David could only see the back of his black curls. "Of course. I already told you. T-t-" Mike's voice was cracking as he said the rest of the sentence. His little hands clenched into fists, shaking, clenched so tightly that David could swear that he saw some bruises form. "-They don't care…they left me here to get rid of me…" David looked down then placed a hand on one of the boy's shoulders "Max…it's ok to be-"

Before David could finish his sentence, Max basically charged into David's chest, sobbing as he hugged David, which would've been nice, if the hug wasn't so tight that it felt like David's spine might break, how could Max be so small, but still so strong? that David leaned back as he gently returned the hug, gently patting Max's back as he sobbed, gripping the back of David's shirt like a lifeline.

After Max calmed down, he looked away from David. "We don't talk about this," Max states, voice resolute. Then he gave David a cutting glare. "Ever," Max added, emphasizing each syllable. David nodded, and Max looked at the ground before

David lightly shook Max's shoulder "Hey…c'mon, you need somewhere to sleep, I have a guest bedroom you could sleep in, it should be much more comfortable than anything you could sleep in here. Then, in the morning, we'll get some food in you, then try to find out what to do about your parents, sound good?" Max nodded slowly, wiping his face off with his hoodie sleeve. "I'm only accepting because I don't want to sleep in these shitty tents for any longer than I need to." David smiled gently "Ok, Max." He got his phone from off the ground and handed it to Max. "Here kiddo, you're probably gonna wanna play some games while I'm driving you, huh?" Max blinked as he took it. "Uh…yeah. Whatever." They walked to David's car and David looked over to Max in the back seat "Buckle up!" Max mumbled something as he buckled himself up. Then David drove them to his house in silence.

When they got there, they got out of the car. David opened the door for Max. David rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks slightly pink. "Sorry if it's a bit messy…I wasn't expecting visitors so uhm…"

It was spotless.

Max mindlessly kicked his shoes off, and they landed…somewhere, as Max looked around David's house. Meanwhile, David placed his shoes neatly on a shoe rack. David's house had light oak floors and wallpaper with pine trees. He had some cheap and swallow motivational posters, along with some quotes about nature, more specifically camping, but some were about hiking, and others were about the beauty of nature. And all of them were the most basic, generic quotes ever.

There was also a big light brown couch with a fireplace in front of it. David tilted his head and asked Max "By the way, are you hungry? I could order some pizza if you'd like!"

Max flinched as he unwillingly remembered something David told him at the Sleepy Peaks Pizza Shop. On Parent's Day.

"I'm sorry your parents don't care enough Max. You have every right to be angry. But you deserve to be happy."

Hah.

What a joke.

He didn't do much good for anyone. I mean this was a perfect example of it. David, a man who he'd been nothing but mean and nasty towards, was letting Max stay at his house's guest bedroom for tonight instead of some dingy cheap motel like how most people would. And as if that wasn't nice enough, David had to offer to feed Max too.

It made Max sick how one person could be so sickeningly sweet that a vampire would gain diabetes if they bit him.

The only reason why David hadn't abandoned Max yet like his parents is because he was too dumb and determined and way too fucking stubborn to give the boy up like how every other adult in his life has.

Max lied through his teeth "No. I'm fine." David stared, head slightly lolling to the side "You sure Max? You didn't eat anything today either." Max looked to the side "I'm just not hungry." Max lied, shrugging. David blinked then nodded, worry coating his voice "Ok…but you'll have to try eating something tomorrow, ok? It's not healthy to go too long without eating." Max waved his hand "Yeah, yeah, I got it." David went over to him "Now I'll walk you to the guest bedroom!" David walked Max over to the guest bedroom, his hand on Max's back.

Once they got to it, Max looked around. The guest bedroom was pretty plain, there were no posters on the wall, just a queen-sized bed with a nightstand with a lamp on it. Then a dresser with a medium-sized TV on it, with a remote on it. David commented, "You can watch TV, but nothing too violet or vulgar, okay?" Max sighed "Yes. Got it." David nodded slowly "I'm choosing to trust you. Don't stay up too late!" David called out, waving bye as he left.

Max sighed "Yeah, whatever. Bye, Dad." David stopped in his tracks, looking at Max. Max blinked, wondering what the hell he just said. Then his face turned red with embarrassed mortification as he realized the words that just left his mouth as he muttered

"Shit."

David was fully facing him now, looking at him with his lips in a thin line, eyes slightly wide, as if he too was processing what Max called him. His eyes sparkled and his mouth turned into that infuriating grin once he realized what Max said. Max put his hands up as a torrent of words left his mouth, one coming out of the other so fast, that even Max could barely decipher what he was saying "Waitwaitwait! Don't get the wrong idea idiot! I-I just- I-" He got cut off by David picking him up and hugging him. "Awww Max!" David bubbled. Max flailed around like a chicken with his head cutting off, well, as much as he could considering the situation. Gripping David's arms tightly as he tried to uselessly pry them off, his legs kicking the air.

But alas, it was for nothing. The bear hug David gave him effectively trapped him. "I can't believe you see me as your dad! This is the happiest day of my life!" David exulted. Max shook his head "Don't! I don't even see you as a friend! Much less my dad you fucking dumbass! I meant 'Bye David'! I just mixed them up! Now let me go! Let me go!" David gently placed Max on the bed as Max looked to his side, as if avoiding eye contact with David was the most important thing was the world right now. Max crossed his arms around his chest "About fucking time…"

Max felt a warm head on the top of his head, he looked up and saw David, his stomach churned as he saw parental love in David's eyes that he'd never seen from any other adult in his life. Why did it have to be this way? Out of anyone who could've cared about him, why did it have to be some random fucking obnoxiously cheerful camp counselor and not his own fucking parents! Angry clouded Max's mind as slapped David's hand away. "Don't fucking push it," Max growled out. "You're not my dad." Max hated how forced those words sounded coming out of his mouth. He heard an "Okay Max." Before the door closed. Max laid in the bed, forcing himself to go to sleep, so he wouldn't have to think about what happened.

So he wouldn't have to question anything.

Max was awakened by someone tenderly shaking him. Max's eyelids fluttered open and saw David. "What?" Max growled out. David sang "I got you some breakfast, Max!" Max furrowed his brows "I'm not-" He was cut off by his stomach grumbling. Quickly clutching his stomach, cheeks red with shame and embarrassment. David giggled "Well your tummy begs to differ!" He took Max's hand and got him out of bed. "Please at least try to eat, okay?" Max opened his mouth to give a sarcastic retort before David said "For me?" then Max kept his mouth shut.

When they reached the table, Max's plate was packed full of pancakes with syrup, with it already cut to sizes that would ensure that Max didn't choke. Max looked at David with an eyebrow raised. "You do realize I can cut my own food, right?" David happily hummed "Mhm!" Max sighed as he put a piece on his fork and shoveled the fork in his mouth.

…

Fuckkkkk.

It was really good.

The pancake was perfectly soft and fluffy, like eating a cloud and the syrup tasted like the perfect mix of caramel and vanilla. Meaningless to say, Max scarfed it down. When he was done, David asked "I have some leftovers, would you like some more Max?" Max didn't answer, but the way he looked away and rubbed his arm, as if silently asking "Please?" David got another pancake for Max, cutting it up and putting syrup on it, which Max then inhaled. When he was in the middle of eating it ravenously, he caught sight of David gazing fondly at him. Max quirked an eyebrow "What?" David spoke, his voice warm and dulcet as ever. "Just glad to see you eating, you hardly eat anything at camp." Max leaned back in his chair "That's because all of the camp food tastes like actual, human shit." David spat out his coffee and Max inwardly cursed, that was before David burst out laughing. He chortled "Don't- Hah! Don't say that! The Quartermaster works really hard on those meals! It's not easy to cook for 10 campers y'know!" Max rolled his eyes but silently agreed.

David suddenly looked down "By the way…there's something I need to talk to you about…" David spoke, his voice using that serious tone that Max had only heard a handful of times. Once when they were in the rain, and another time when David first found out that Max's parents were neglectful. "I found your parents' contact information through the Camp Campbell's online registry. I talked to them and…I have some bad news…they…they won't be coming to get you…I'm so sorry…"

Max's stomach dropped, tears in his eyes as he clenched his jeans, desperate to not have any of them fall. "I begged them to reconsider but they just…" David trailed off, a faraway look in his eye. Silence suffocated the atmosphere like a weighted blanket. Max finally broke it.

"So that's how it is…huh?"

David nodded "I know this is hard to hear Max…but I had to be honest with you…I found a nice, trusted adoption center, I told them about your situation, they already told the police and sent them the phone call transcript that I had with your parents as evidence They agreed to take you in, they'll-"

Max clutched his arm "So…you're just going to leave me? Drop me off at some random adoption center?"

David hesitated before he faltered "I…don't really see any other choice, Max…" Max stood up on his chair, now slightly taller than the man. Max threw his plate on the ground. It shattered loudly. Then Max grabbed David's scarf and pulled him towards him roughly.

David stumbled forward, his stomach hitting the table, causing him to clutch his midsection. He looked at Max, eyes wide "Max what are you-"

"Shut up!"

David spoke "Max, I'm really sorry about what happened, I know it's not ideal. But I promise the adoption center I chose-!"

Max boomed "Shut the fuck up and listen to me!"

David flinched but kept his mouth shut

"Why…why did you work so FUCKING hard to make me think you fucking cared, then when I actually DO believe it, you just ship me off!?" Max questioned, hands shaky. David's expression softened "Max…of course I care. This isn't about 'shipping off' I just-" Max let out a bitter laugh "Oh of course you do!" Max laughed again, although there was no happiness behind it "My mistake! I should just believe that you care about me! That's why you'll drop me off at some random adoption center right? Just leave me there, knowing I'll never get chosen because I'm-" Max gestured widely about himself. "Because I'm MAX!" David reached his hand out "Max…you're a great-" Max slapped his hand so hard that it left a red mark, and David grabbed it with his other hand, inhaling sharply. Max's eyes shook before he forced his gaze away from the pitiful sight. David somehow always had a perfect way of making Max feel like a piece of shit without even meaning to. Max clutched David's yellow scarf so hard that they both could hear fabric ripping "I can't believe I thought you were different…I should've fucking known you're all the same…you're just like my parents.." Max thought out loud, tears forming again, his bottom lip trembled, and then he shed some silent tears, hands shivering as they held onto David's scarf.

Silence again covered them before David consoled "Max…" Max slumped in his chair and covered his face with his hands, crying softly into them. The sound of Max crying made David's heart break in two. David soothed his voice soft "Max…" He walked over, got on one knee to get to Max's level, and hugged him. Max silently gasped before he let his body relax and let himself cry into his shoulder. David broke the hug to look Max in the eye. "Max…I thought about adopting you…but I thought you wouldn't like it…being my son…" Max's eyes grew wider than saucers before he scoffed turning away, wiping his face off with his hoodie sleeve. "Then you're even dumber than I thought…and we both know that's realllyyyy saying something."

David looked down and inquired "Max…do you want me to adopt you?" Max rolled his eyes "Noooo that's the last thing I want…that's why I was throwing a fucking fit about how I don't want you to leave me at an adoption center. Don't be a fucking idiot for once, David! Just put 2 and 2 together!" David squealed and had tears of happiness in his eyes. Max grimaced "Don't make this a whole…thing David!" David nodded and wiped his tears away with his wrist and took a steadying breath. "Ok Max, I'll have to get some adoption papers to make it official, but from this day on, you're officially my son!" David started crying tears of joy again when hugged Max tightly. "S-sorry Max…I always wanted a son, but I'm even happier that it's you! I love you, son! Oh! It feels so great to finally be able to call you my son!" And Max, for the first time, smiled, and hugged him back as he whispered, so quietly that David didn't even hear it.

"I love you too, Dad."

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

My first fic was perceived as ok so this is pt.2 of my little Zhogan propaganda. Yayyy! 🎉

(⚠️RPF below this scroll if you don’t like it ⚠️)

this is a long ass fic, 5,098 characters

ALSO if you haven't read pt.1 go ahead as it will make sense if you read from the beginning https://www.tumblr.com/stoptakingthegoodname5/759633630758928384/just-your-regular-little-bass-pro-date?source=share

/ hope you enjoy :)

Zhou’s lines: —“these are my lines”—

Logans lines: ——“these are my lines”——

/ Guess I do like the store… like you. /

Zhou laid his feet on the dash on Logans rental car, due to the different traffic laws in the states he rather be the passenger princess. It was a small little unspoken rule for the two as Logan drove the roads in the Americas, and Zhou did the roads in Asia but funny enough they do rock paper scissors for who drives around when they’re in Europe. Of course the media finds it weird that Logan or Zhou drive’s each other around but they always play it out as “oh we’re best buddies!”— and all that bullshit.

Zhou looked at his boyfriend who is straight faced at the moment eyes on the road up north of Texas to a city called Dallas, he wasn’t really paying much attention as he huffed —“broooo how long do we have to we go to this fish shop?”— Zhou said tired of being on the road Logans laugh echoed through the truck as he smiled ——“just a little bit longer dude, we still have a hour away.”—— This made the Chinese man to groan in a tired tone —“sigh of course this state is bigger than most countries in Europe this is bullshit….”—

——“now now dude we’re almost there just enjoy the ride, plus don’t crack the windshield with your feet on the dash ok?”—— Zhou rolled his eyes as he nods as the music played on the radio many cars come and go on the highway. As for Zhou he was invested in his phone scrolling mindlessly on twitter and or Instagram.

After a hour on the road they made it close to downtown Dallas and Zhou was chuckling as he helped a stressed Logan out on the highway —"bro turn left to get off I-30 we need to eastbound what the fuck are you doing"— he said cackling at the situation as his boyfriend huffed pissed off at the situation, as Texan drivers are ruthless but the Floridian was worse ——"I'm trying babe but this jackass wont move!!"—— he honked at the car in front as he floored the truck faster to barely make it into their exit. Logan heard the other diver curse them out and in an eye roll he responded to the comment ——"yeah yeah you kiss your mother with that fucking mouth?! jackass....."——

After that incident Logan and Zhou made it to the beautiful Lake on the east side of Dallas about 17 miles off to the east driving up to the Bass Pro Shops Logan kept hyping the whole trip. Zhou hopped out the F-150 as he puts his shoes on, closing the door with a soft twack he walked around the white truck to notice Logan's appearance —"really dude you're wearing that?"— Logan shocked at his boyfriend’s harsh words as he looked at his outfit ——"what whats wrong with it?! I think I look good fwi!"—— he said a bit pained that his causal wear was being criticized the irony of it all it was by his own lover! What Logan wore was a light grey tee and some loose basketball shorts which really doesn't do him any favors, and my god Birkenstocks and white socks?! Ugh the gut wrenching horror Zhou experience with that outfit be might well pass out in this parking lot.

Logan rolled his eyes and punched Zhou's arm ——"whatever jackass lets just go in the damn store"—— he knew to not annoy him further as Zhou apologized softly and held his hand as they walk in the Bass Pro. Both men walking in Zhou was hit with a massive culture shock —"my god what the fuck Is this place?!"— he said confused and a bit overwhelmed at all the sights. —"I mean like there's camo clothing everywhere! And is this place just themes as a big log cabin?!"— Logan on the other hand chuckled at Zhou's shock to this new place as the Asian didn't like the American laughing at his expense so he punched his gut —"not funny jackass!! I'm overwhelmed aren't you going to help your "boyfriend?!"—

Logan kept cackling as he wiped a stray tear off his eye before smiling painedly ——"OW? that hurt you know you prick!"—— he kept some amusement in his voice as Zhou wasn't even overstimulated he was just pissed at his lover laughing at him ——"ok bro you had your laugh, ha ha ha!"—— he said sarcastic as he felt Logan's arms wrap around his waist as he gave him a soft kiss to the neck for comfort ——"sorry babe you were too funny to tease, didn't mean to hurt your feelings...."—— Logan said more genuine in the voice that always made Zhou's heart melt after 15 seconds he sighed heavy and leaned into his touch ——"sigh sorry for lashing out man... just the culture shock y'know?"— Logan smiles and nods ——"yes dude I know I was an ass for even joking while you were in shock... hey let me make it up to you I'll buy you anything in this store on me ok? And maybe we can go to this gas station called Buc-ee's on the way back ok?"——

Zhou smiled softly as he chuckled —"spoiling me eh? anything from this store... and Buc-ee's later? Fine fine I forgive you Logan maybe I will grab a ugly camo hoodie as my first item"— with that Logan smiles softly and kissed Zhou's cheek ——"ah you seem to be getting fond of this place already, do you like the store Zhou...."—— he blushed embarrassed as he was already a kinda liking this store after all the theatrics he did before but to keep his pride he shook his head. Looking into his boyfriends eyes he sighed knowing it wasn't even worth it to lie today and he nods —"Yes bro, Guess I do like the store... like you"—

(Second story Jesus Christ, hope you guys like it and thanks to @midnight-grandprix for the header and a small mention to @kichona-s 🩷🩷😊)

((Little game to play check to see in the story a hint for Pt. 3 oooooo 👻))

[queenoftheworldisdead]

The Night Shift

Chapter 2

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! NON-CON, sexual assault, Sleep paralysis, roofed, oral.

Summary: You start a new job at the best hotel and resort in your beautiful beach town. Things start to go bad when your transferred to the night shift.

Jonathan Pine x Reader

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The dreaded time has come. You’d tried to prepare, but sleeping during the day was still somewhat impossible.

From the time clock you hear the cheerful chatter from the 2nd shifters. They’ll be more happy to see you than you than the other way around.

As you near the archway to the lobby, you spot Sarah, Connie and Amber busy at work. You haven’t really gotten to know the other two yet; they always seemed a bit distant. They probably thought you’re weird, like everyone else in your life. Maybe that’s the real reason why they moved you to the graveyard shift.

Sarah spots you and waves. You’re gonna miss her. She was the only friend you’d made so far, and now you’d be back to square one.

Third shift ran on a skeleton crew you found out. One clerk, you, and one manager, Mr. Pine, who you suspected would be holed up in his office all night like the other managers. Housekeeping and security were always on the move, never in one spot for long, and worked out of a separate building, making it nearly impossible to even cross paths. The kitchen was fully staffed but always hectic and intimidating, and shutdown at midnight.

If you could have your phone, you could push through the impending loneliness, but it was strictly against policy to have them during shifts.

“Ready for your all nighter?”

The sudden voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you let out a squeak. Heads turn from the lobby to you. You quickly lower your gaze and hide, their attention doesn’t last, but it’s still embarrassing.

“Oh, sorry darling, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mr. Pine apologizes, patting your back comfortingly.

You stiffen when his hand slips to the small of your back and lingers a bit longer than you’d like. He’s probably just being nice, you reason, but the thought doesn’t quite ease the awkwardness.

You force a small smile and he releases, as if it was what he was waiting for.

“I-It’s ok. I was just a little startled. I didn’t notice you there.” You reply, still a little frazzled.

“I’ve been told I’m a bit light-footed. I’ll do better next time and try to make myself a little less invisible." He remarks with a grin. You appreciate the light-heated attempt to comfort you. Maybe one day you'd stop acting like a startled rabbit—but probably not.

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Check-ins cool down and Connie’s the first to log off. You offer a meek goodbye before quickly scurrying away to take her spot.

Connie smiles as you cross paths, and you smile back, but realize too late that her attention is on Mr. Pine and not you.

They share a laugh and converse while you quietly take over her station, brushing off the interaction. It’s not the first time its happened, being ignored was more of what you were used to.

You log into your stations computer. Despite how modern and luxurious the hotel, the clerk computers are old and clunky and only good for handling guest and nothing more.

“Hey heads up. Bachelor party checked earlier, but left a while ago. Already drunk,” Sarah informs as she approaches. “When they get back expect a lot of noise complaints. If they get out of hand let security know, it’ll finally give them something useful to do.”

“Thanks. Will do.”

Rowdy guest were nothing new to you. If they did cut up at least it would spice up your night.

“Are you OK? You don’t look so great.” She inquires making you worry how bad you must’ve looked.

“I-I'm fine, just tired. Not used to the change yet,” you answer a bit self-conscious.

“Sarah as lovely as always,” Mr. Pine charmingly chimes in and Sarah lights up.

He’s behind you again. You should expect it by now, but you don’t. He was worse than your cat—always sneaking up on you. He really did need a bell.

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Amber leaves shortly after Sarah and your left alone on the front lines. The guests dwindle to a trickle, their footsteps echoing through the empty lobby. The usual chatter, the clink of luggage wheels, the constant buzz of activity—it’s all gone, replaced by a heavy silence. Even the light feels different at this hour, dimmer, as if the hotel itself is winding down.

As the minutes stretch on, your body feels heavier, the hum of the computer and the soft ticking of the clock blending into a lullaby that pulls you into a sleepy haze. You blink slowly, fighting to stay awake, but the lack of sleep presses down on you. Shifting in place, you try to stay alert, but your vision blurs as the screen fades in and out of focus.

A sharp knock jerks you awake. You straighten upright, heart pounding, blinking away the fog. Your eyes dart to where Mr.Pine stands, his knuckles still pressed against the archway.

“Pardon me darling, I hope I didn’t catch you unaware.”

“Oh no your fine,” you stammer, stifling a yawn into your hand.

“I see I’ve arrived just in time. Here I got you this. A gift.”

He wiggles the insulated cup with the hotel logo. You raise an eyebrow, “Coffee?”

“Its salted Carmel espresso blend, compliments of the kitchen,” he replies, handing it over. “I hear it's quiet the favorite amongst the guest these days.”

“Oh you didn’t have to,” you insist, but take it anyway. The warmth bleeds through your hands, spreading a comforting heat up through you.

“Nonsense. It’s the least I could do. Especially after earlier.“ he chuckles softly. “Hope you like it.”

You take a sip and hum at the sweet taste. It’s a bit too sweet but the spike of sugar and caffeine you hope will help fight off sleep.

“Thank you.”

He smiles at your response, but you can’t keep his gaze. He is handsome, too handsome. You pray for a guest, a call, or anything to interrupt this interaction, but nothing comes. You take another big sip as he stays. It feels like he wants you to say something, but you’re the worst person for conversation.

“How have you been finding your time with us so far?” Mr. Pine asks breaking the growing awkward silence.

“Its really great everyones so nice,” you begin to answer, but you find yourself fighting to stifle another yawn. “It’s… usually busier during the day.”

He chuckles softly. “Yes, quite right the night shift’s a different beast. No rush, no chaos.” He pauses, tilting his head.

You nod taking another sip, though your mind is starting to blur. His words are becoming harder to focus on. He’s talking, asking you another question, but you feel the weight of sleep creeping in. Your eyes start to close involuntarily. The coffee isn’t helping and now your struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Darling?” Mr. Pine softening voice breaches your haze and hand touches your shoulder gently.

You blink quickly, “Sorry, I-”

“Why don’t you take this. Our little secret.” Mr. Pine interjects. He hands you a card key to your surprise. “A nice thirty minute nap might do you some good. I’ll cover for you.”

You hesitate, but your body is begging for rest. This can’t be good for your probation period. You frown and fight through your resolve.

“I couldn’t—”

“It’s fine, this won’t reflect poorly on you,” he insists, gently nudging you. “3rd shift takes some time getting used to, and it’s dead here anyway. If by some miracle it gets crazy I’ll come for you.”

His tone is easygoing, but there’s a firmness to it, as if he’s not giving you a choice. You nod defeated and head toward the back to get your phone.

Maybe he was right, if you could get few a minutes of sleep you might be able to make it to morning.

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Its a struggle to make it to the third floor. Your eyelids grow heavier with each step, your body sluggish as though you're wading through molasses. The door numbers blur as you shuffle down the hallway, fighting to stay awake.

Finally, you find it and you fumble with the keycard, nearly dropping it in your exhaustion. The lock clicks, and you push the door open.

A breeze greets you as you enter. The soft neutral tones of the room blur in your vision, and the wooden accents gleam under the gentle lighting. The velvet armchair in the sitting area barely registers as your eyes fixate on the bed. King-sized, it beckons with its plump pillows, and white quilted duvet that looks as inviting as a cloud.

It’s a struggle to set your alarm, the buttons blur and you're not even sure you did it right and you’re too tired to care. Your phone lands on the nightstand with a thud as exhaustion takes over. You collapse on top of the duvet, if you don’t disturb the bed, no one will even know you were here you think.

Your body feels unbearably heavy, limbs unresponsive as you try to shift. Exhaustion pressing down as your head sinks into the pillow and the world fades away. You wait in the calm serenely, but sleep doesn’t come. Its frustrating. Dreams hover just out of reach, fragmenting and fleeting.

The soft click of the lock rouses you from the haze. Your lashes flutter open, each blink heavier than the last as you try to make out the silhouette at the doorway. Light cast a shadow over the figure as it looms quietly. The door shuts with another soft click swallowing the light with it.

Your eyes roll back and you slip back into the void and float in the darkness that surrounds you.

Through the fog you feel the bed whine and dip, gently rocking your body with it. You’re so drowsy, barely aware of what’s happening. You feel your body being shifted, but can’t quite understand why.

Your pants slip away, replaced by soft cool pecks that trail up and down your thigh slowly. Your skin bristles from the touches that trespass over your expose parts.

You mumble grumpily as you feel your thighs spread open wider and wider. Weight holds them apart and the strain begins to tingle painfully.

Desperately, you will yourself to wake up, to snap out of it. You manage to twitch your toes, but nothing else. You're frozen, trapped in your own body.

You cant see it, but you hear the slick sounds of your juices being lapped up gingerly. Your body aches as the darkness dives deep sinking into you tenderly.

It’s not right, it shouldn’t feel so good, but you can’t pull yourself out of it.

Your clit vibrates as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore it, but it’s there. The sensation too intoxicating to bare. Hot breath tickles your tender bud and you moan out helplessly.

The orgasm surges throughout your body, but no sound escapes—your tight throat. Your body buzzes its so electric, but fleeting. Warmth wraps around you sinkingly, weighing you down, drifting you back into the void.

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[solacescastleglow]

A Case for Physical Media

I can hear it now. 'OK, you pretentious asshole, we get it. You like physical media.' But here's the thing. I'm not just like this because of personal preference. I see physical media as an important element of pushing back against the late stage captialist hellscape we're in. With a simple switch from digital to physical purchases, you too can reap the many benefits to having a tangible thing in your hand.

1. Owning, not borrowing, what you buy

There's a quote from Ida Auken: you'll own nothing and you'll be happy. Personally, I disagree with the happy bit. I cannot envision myself being happy in a situation where anything I love can be taken away from me at any moment due to copyright or censorship or just because someone said so. If I paid for something, I want to own it. This is for bigger things, like where I live, but also for more mundane things like what media I consume. With physical media, it's much harder for it to be taken away.

2. The ceremony of using physical media

For most of us, the physical media we use most nowadays would be books. So imagine the process of reading. You go up to your bookshelf with only books that you chose to have, run your fingers along the spines while you choose one, hold it in your hands, curl up in a cozy place - maybe with a blanket or an animal or a warm drink, and you start reading and the world shifts around you and suddenly you're somewhere else. That's not even considering the book buying experience, by the way.

Okay, now imagine the process of listening to music on your phone. You put your headphones on, pick a playlist out of the millions out there, press play, and it starts. That's more simple, which is great if you need music quick. But what if you wanted to have the same sensory, I would venture to even say sensual, experience with music as you do with books? As far as modern options go, you're out of luck. That's why vinyl has made a comeback, and I've become super into recording cassette tapes recently, and CDs are also an option if you have a burner.

There's just something magical about having a music collection, looking at the cover art, having to really consider the choice because it's a bit of a hassle to change it, going through the steps of cleaning the surface of the vinyl and putting the needle down exactly where you want it. The inconvenience is part of the charm, it makes you really appreciate and get absorbed into the music.

3. Taking up space is a good thing, actually

Speaking of having a music collection, or a DVD collection or whatever it is, a common complaint is that it takes up more space than digital media. That's true, but consider: your identity is reflected in your living space, and what you consume is part of who you are. Are you a Music Lover, or just someone who listens to music? Are you a Reader, or someone who reads sometimes? There's nothing wrong with digital media (besides the aforementioned subscription and planned obsolescence issues), but I don't know, for me personally I prefer to have my interests on display because I'm not ashamed of them.

3.5. Alternatives when you're tight on space

Honestly, though, sometimes you just don't have the space for physical media. What I encourage in that scenario is a series of thumb drives, one for books, one for movies, etc. This is not even close to the same as physical media in my opinion, but it means that even if your favourite TV show gets taken off Netflix, you can still watch it for free. You can also watch it without internet, which is great in a blackout. Basically, if you want my advice, never buy something that you need to be logged in to access.

4. Shareability and preservation

The first part of this is based off point 1, but also the Netflix password sharing situation from a few years ago. Physical media can be shared. Obviously, you're limited to how many copies there are, but if you really want someone to watch something, giving them the DVD is going to jog their memory way more than just telling them to watch it. It's also just really nice to have physical memorabilia of your relationships with people.

There's also the fact that the internet is not always forever, especially if you're relying on websites for your consumption rather than downloading. When I was 14, there was this one epic fanfiction I loved so much that I bought hard copies of the books. Now, that's the only way to access it because the author took it off LiveJournal and AO3. Physical media can be lost, but it cannot be changed in a way that looks seamless. If you have the equipment to play it, you will have a true relic of the past, or at least evidence that something was different at some point.

5. What can you do about it?

Go to the library! I cannot stress enough how much libraries help whole communities with a variety of things, so support them the way they can support you. Look up your local library's services, because it's often not just books they lend.

For something more permanent, second hand bookshops are amazing. They help combat the fastfashionification of the publishing industry.

If you don't know of any dedicated music shops in your area, don't worry. Ebay is a great place to find older records, as is your local charity shop or estate sales. For newer ones, they should be easier to find. Remember, building up a music collection takes years, you're not going to have everything straight away.

This is in a legal grey area but I love making playlists and recording them onto cassettes. If you have the tape deck and blank tapes, it's free, and I no longer have to rely on Spotify for all my Bears in Trees listening needs. It's mine now. That being said, I do sometimes feel bad about not supporting the artist, especially since I listen to a lot of indie music, so make sure it's not available to buy before you record.

Something illegal which you should totally not do: Yo-ho-ho, aye me hearties. I would never ever do this with TV and movies, because that would mean I could burn them onto DVDs, which would be stealing. Can you believe that some people think it's okay to put whole series on Google Drive? And to think, those are just floating around the internet, for anyone to find. Also, terrible people sometimes borrow media from, say, the library, and then plug the CD drive into a computer to copy the files. Disgusting.

[gizm0-gadgetz]

Ok so

This is a thing I wrote. Its outdated now with Gadgets lore I think. Merchant Jerico is owned by @voidselfshipp (shes in an established relationship with jonny) story under the cut. How gadget joins the mechs (not really im changing it but I like how this turned out and I need to get better at sharing my stuff)

    “I think you should join us.” The offer hung in the air, neither of them responding right away. Gadget stayed focused on cleaning up their supplies, taking a moment to move the coals with their tail before stomping the traces of the fire away. Jer was watching them, not wanting to rush them into responding. 

    “You are lovely company Merchant,” They started as they began cleaning the dishes. “However, I'm not. Besides, I don't really do group work.” She took a moment to consider what they had said. 

    “But you have worked with me?” It was a simple enough point that it took them a bit to figure out a response. Their fingers tapped against the pot they were cleaning, dinging softly with each touch. 

    “Yes but we know each other, at least somewhat.” They signed, closing their eyes for a moment. “Why should I join?”

    “I think you'd fit in! It's good to have people who understand.” She hopped off the log she was sitting on and began helping them clean up. “You don't have to stay for long, but just give it a shot? We can drop you off at the next place if you really want.” They took a moment to consider the option. It wasn't like there was any reason they couldn't besides their own reluctance for closeness. “Its not like we can lose each other…so I think its worth getting to know them.” 

   “...tell me about your crew again.” They spoke softly as they focused on cleaning, well aware of how her face lit up. She began to list each member of the group, naming everything she could think of. Some of them sounded interesting; they couldn't deny that. “So, hypothetically, if I joined you-” They casually glanced up from the last dish they were cleaning and packing away. She watched them intensely, clearly invested in the next words they'd say. “What would happen?” 

    “Well you'd have to properly meet with everyone. We'd have to set up a room for you and figure out your place on the ship. There aren't too many rules to go over which helps things go faster.” She took a moment to think it over properly. “Maybe a new outfit? Thats not too much is it?” 

    “What could I even bring to the table? You already have a pilot who seems to be just fine at navigating. I don't think a second navigator would be very helpful.”

    “You could cook!”

    “We don't need to eat.”

    “Yeah but its nice.” They sighed, thinking it over. What else was in the way? 

    “What about your captain? The small creature.”

    “You mean Johnny?” 

    “Yeah. The small creature.” She snickered as they finished packing up. “Feisty man.” They shrugged before brushing dirt off their knees. “Wouldn't he have reservations? It's not like we hit it off.” 

    “Don't you worry about him. I'll take care of it. Does this mean you'll come with us?” Her eyes sparkled with joy. “Please say this means you'll come with us.” They didn't answer right away, staring up at the sky with a slight tilt of their head. 

    “Aren't you a group of…what's it called?” They frowned, snapping their fingers a few times. “BARDS! A group of bards. Storytelling performers.” She blinked a few times, staring at them curiously. 

    “I mean technically yeah. I don't see how that matters though?” 

    “I'm not a performer. I stick to myself and do my own things. I can't sing-” 

    “Oh don't lie!” She cuts them off, ignoring the look they gave her. “I know you can sing. I've seen it! Admit it or not but you move to your own melody, it just comes out most when your alone.” 

    “Right. Sure. Let's say I do sing, which I don't, even if I did, why would I perform with others? I don't work well with others.” 

    “Well you don't have to perform at all. I think it's just a hobby of theirs.” She shrugged. “It's fun to play with them but you shouldn't have to. If anything ill make sure they don't say anything!” She had a mischievous smirk that they couldn't help but roll their eyes at. They grabbed their flask and took a swig of water, thinking over all the information they'd been given. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. If anything it meant more time to hang out with Jerico and she was lovely company, really their only friend in this life. Besides she had mentioned that they would be in a similar boat as themself.

    “Fine.” She shot up like a rocket with an ecstatic look on her face. “For one trip. Okay?” She just smiled at them with a mischievous expression before taking their hand. 

    “Let's go then!” 

    “Hold on! Let me grab my stuff before you start pulling me places-” She just groaned and gestured for them to hurry up. They couldn't help but snicker as they picked everything up. Once they had everything packed away in their bag she grabbed onto them and began pulling them away. It was easy enough to not stumble on the rough terrain but as it got smoother they found themselves struggling a bit more. They entered a clearing where the crew was waiting, presumably their ship must be nearby. 

    “Johnny dear!” Jericho called out as they entered the area. The small man perked up immediately upon hearing his name, looking over with a tilt of his head and tail practically wagging upon seeing her although he seemes conflicted by Gadgets presence. “I need to talk to you, kay?” She gestured away from the group. He frowned slightly, thinking it over before one of the others elbowed him. He glared at them before quickly joining her away from the group, just far enough away so they couldn't be heard. 

    It left Gadget stood alone with the entire group staring at them. It wasn't the first time they'd seen these people, but it was the first time without Jer next to them. They weren't exactly scared nor intimidated by the group, but it made them feel uncomfortable even if they couldn't pinpoint why. There was a wide variety of body shapes and sizes making up the group, each radiating off a different type of energy. Counting them it seemed like there were two missing from what Jerico had told them so many times. Without knowing the names to the faces they couldn't figure out who was missing though. They began to mindlessly bite their lip until it bled, cursing softly when it did so. 

    After a few minutes of painfully awkward silence between the group the duo returned. Johnny was avoiding eye contact, grumbling to himself with a flustered expression. Meanwhile Jer seemed quite content, almost smug about it. She joined Gadget again as Johnny went to talk to the crew. 

    “What did you do?” They asked immediately, eyeing her with suspicion. 

   “Don’t worry about it. You get to come with us!” She grinned, pulling them into a hug. Their spikes shot up for a moment but she knew to keep her hands away from the spine so nothing happened before they slotted back into place. They took a deep breath before giving a half hearted hug back and pushing her off. 

   “Right. Cool.” Maybe part of them had been hoping that he'd say no so they could have backed out with no hard feelings but now they were in too deep. Some of the Mechanisms were looking at them as Johnny presumably explained the situation. “This is happening i guess…” Really they didn't know how to feel. They hadn't worked with a group in centuries and these people would be so different from what they had known. At least they were good at hiding their nervousness as the ship landed and she led them in. 

    They passed a large bronze man inside and Gadget swore they saw him fiddle with his hat as he watched them go past. She hummed happily as they walked, clearly knowing the layout by heart. It was obvious to them how out of place they were. They fit in the group in theory, but in practice they could see just how out of place they were by the movements they saw out of the corner of their eye. Clearly everyone here knew each other quite well and they were suddenly in the way. 

    “Where are you leading me exactly?” They asked after a bit. 

    “Just to my room for now.” She hummed, not missing a beat. They frowned slightly before just nodding. At least it would be somewhere less alien to them as they knew her quite well. “I'll give you a tour and stuff when we're all the way up. There's no rush.”

    “Alright…if you say so.” They decide not to question it. The Merchant was someone they could trust, they had collaborated many times. There wasn't anything to be worried about. Keeping quiet wasn't too hard, they weren't much of a talker in the first place and it seemed Jer knew they were trying to process everything. They did try to take in all the details they could as they traveled through the ship but it didn't tell them much.

    “Here we are! C'mon in!” She smiled, gently pulling them into a room and shutting the door behind them. It was a decent amount of space for a one person room, certainly much better than some of the places they had stayed. There were various projects sitting around and they could see a few boxes of yarn in the corner. She took a seat on the bed and looked up at them. “See? Not so bad.” 

    “This place is massive.” They finally say after a minute of silence. “This whole ship I mean. It can't be easy to keep this all up.” 

   “Well yeah that's why we each have our own jobs.” She shrugged, moving to sit fully on the bed and crossing her legs. “Its like chores.” 

    “Right…that would take some getting used to.” They sighed and moved to sit down when the door suddenly burst open. They startled and ended up stumbling right into her bed, rolling over quickly before their spikes pierced the blankets. “What the hell!?”

    “Hullo Merchant!” They looked to the door to see one of the band members with a smile on its…oddly wooden face.  “I saw we have a new friend! Who's this chap?” They did not like when it looked right at them, fully aware of how their tail flicking revealed that feeling. Jerico just laughed. 

    “Hi Soldy!” She smiled at it as it turned its attention back to her with a tilt of its head. “This is Gadget, they'll be staying with us for a little bit.” 

    “Oh goodie!” It clapped its hands a few times, clearly more excited than the others had seemed. 

    “Gadget, this is Toy Soldier.” She smiled, gesturing to it. 

    “Right. The wooden one. Thats really its name? You guys can't think of anything else?” 

    “It likes its name.” She shrugged and looked over to it again. “Was there something you needed?” 

    “Nope! I just wanted to say hullo! So hullo!” It smiled, certainly quite expressive for being made out of wood. “Jonny seemed a bit peeved you wouldn't happen to know why would you?”

    “Ah he's probably just jealous he might lose some of my attention.” She snickered, elbowing Gadget with a smirk. “Why don't you tell him to come here?” 

     “Oki doki!” It saluted before turning around and walking off, leaving the door wide open. Gadget stared at the door for a bit before looking at Jer again as their spines clicked back into place. 

    “What's bringing him here gonna do?” 

    “You'll see!” She just giggled before laying back on her bed. They hesitated for a moment before following suit, staring up at the ceiling. This whole experience was so odd and it was only just beginning. After a few minutes she sat up again and looked to the door. 

    “You called?” They shifted slightly so they could see Johnny was leaning on the doorframe, clearly attempting to look cool despite the fact his tail was wagging. Jerico got off the bed and pulled him into a hug, running her fingers through his hair. He seemed to lean into it, very quietly purring as his hair was played with. They couldn't help but snicker. He immediately shot up with a red face. “Oi! When did you get here!?” 

    “Been here the whole time hoss.” They just shrugged, sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. “Is there a problem with that Captain?” They said it sarcastically but he didn't seem to pick up on it as he perked up upon hearing the word captain. 

    “Finally some-Hey! Stop that!!” He tried to glare at jer as she scratched his ears. 

    “Why? You're so soft!” She pouted, continuing to mess with him anyways. 

    “I…” He forced himself to look away before grumbling something about a reputation. She just smiled and kissed him on the head before stepping back. Once he finally managed to stop being so red he turned his attention back to Gadget, studying them with a slight tilt of his head. “What is it you do exactly?”

    “Depends if people hire me.” They shrugged. “For the most part I'm just a nomad. Sometimes I make maps and sell those. Once or twice I've been asked to lead groups through dangerous terrain. If anything bad happened to them…well I had nothing to do with it. Probably.” They couldn't help but grin at the way he shifted at the information. It was hard to read his body language considering how good he was at making himself look bigger. “Other than that…I'm a chef.” 

    “A chef. How helpful.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes before sighing. “Right, well this isn't a taxi service so guest or not you will have to help with stuff.” 

    “I'm hurt you would think so little of me.” They bit back with a smirk. His eyes narrowed, staring at them with a bitter expression before shaking his head with another sigh. 

    “I'll speak with Ashes about getting you a room. We should have something that'll work.” He grumbled to himself as he turned around and left the room, once again leaving the door wide open. 

    “Does nobody here know how to close a door?” They laugh, getting up to close the door themself. “I don't think he likes me very much.” 

   “He's just like that. He'll warm up, promise.” They just shrugged and took a seat on the bed. Might as well learn about the people they were going to be staying with. 

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    A room was set up surprisingly fast, it made them wonder if Jerico had been pushing for this for a while. They didn't bother to think about it too much as they shrugged their bag off and started digging through the few personal things they did have. It wasn't a lot and the room was quite simple but the thought was very nice. It wasn't very often that they slept in a proper nice bed. 

    The covers were soft, that was for sure. The whole place was quite clean and it made them feel significantly more dirty. There wasn't much for them to do in their room which meant they would have to go out and converse with the other residents; it just wasn't something they were looking forward to. Ashes had been nice, not that they had spoken for too long, just long enough to get situated. They weren't particularly looking forward to getting to know Jonny, he seemed a little full of himself. The Toy Soldier had seemed nice if a little clueless on personal space and boundaries. Everyone here seemed like they had so much energy and they weren't sure they could keep up with it. 

    Jerico had shown them around a bit and they remember seeing a kitchen that clearly didn't get too much use. Honestly it wasn't that surprising, these people didn't seem like they knew how to cook much. Maybe that would be a good way to show that they could be helpful. Really there was no reason that they had to prove themself, they were just here because Jer had been so nice. With a sigh they picked up their cooking supplies and headed to the kitchen. 

    They didn't have much in terms of supplies, mostly pantry goods but that was fine. Preserves were easy enough to work with and even if they couldn't make a proper meal everyone enjoyed snacks. Thinking about it they weren't sure all these people could eat but that didn't matter too much. It just meant more for them. 

    Really it was easy to fall back into a groove even though it had been a while since they'd worked in a proper kitchen. It gave them a lot of time to think about everything they had been told about the crew and what they had seen with their own two eyes. After deciding to make simple cookies everything just kind of fell into place and they worked with a simple rhythm. 

    The most interesting thing about the group seemed to be the ship itself. A sentient ship didn't seem that crazy of an idea, but they weren't sure how it worked. For now it seemed the best idea was to just be respectful to everyone they ran into and of the place they were staying. Yes, that was a good idea. They took a deep breath and put the cookies in the oven, setting a mental timer before closing their eyes for a moment to focus on their other senses. All they could really hear was faint chattering between groups and the occasional pair of footsteps. 

     “Hey.” They couldn't help but jump at the sudden voice. There hadn't been loud enough footsteps to suggest that someone had entered the room. They took a moment to calm themself, making their spines lock back into place before turning around to face the owner of the voice. She was shorter than they were, not by too much but just enough that it was noticeable. “Jumpy?” She asks with a tilt of her head. 

    “No,” They answered after a moment. “Not quite.” It was hard to pinpoint who they were staring at as it wasn't one of the members they'd already run into. “Is it Natasha?” She blinked a few times and looked at them curiously. 

    “Nastya.” 

    “Oh. I'm not sure how I messed that up frankly…” They sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. “Never been particularly good at names i guess. Yknow what it doesn't matter. Do you need something?” Trying to study her face proved difficult.

   “No. Just thought I smelled burning and wanted to make sure Toy Soldier isn't lighting things on fire in here again.” They just raised an eyebrow while she responded with a shrug. “It doesn't know how to cook. I overheard that you do though, a good change of pace really.”

    “I do know how to cook, yes.” Using their tail they pulled the pan out of the oven, carefully balancing it as they made sure there was a spot to set it down. Nastya was peering over their shoulder, they could feel it. 

    “Baking huh? Where'd you get all this stuff?” 

    “Some of it was here already, most of it came out of my stash though. I don't have much left though, just a few jars of preserves.” They sighed as they set the tray down, positioning it to ease cooling. “It's really not that interesting. You can leave now.”  She didn't answer right away, taking a seat on a barstool and leaning over the counter. 

   “I'm tired of hanging with the boys so if you don't mind I'd like to sit with you.” It wasn't a crazy request and they knew they should at least try to be nice since they were just a guest. They sighed as they started cleaning up what little mess they had made. 

    “I mean…fine. It's not like you're going to get anything all that entertaining.” They decided to focus on what they were doing instead of looking back at Nastya. Silence filled the air for a good few minutes as they focused on cleaning. She seemed content just watching them for the moment. 

    “What type of cookies did you make?” She asks after a while causing them to stop what they were doing. It wasn't easy to describe as they had just made the basic cookie recipe they'd used for so long now. 

   “Simple ones…easy to top with various things or enjoy plain.” 

    “What kind of stuff do you like on them?” They groaned quietly, really regretting saying that she could stay nearby. 

    “Typically I use jam since I almost always have some on me. Preserves are quite easy to make and keep well. If I'm in the right area I will pick up some chocolate.” Following her out of the corner of their eye they watched as she hopped off the stool and grabbed a cookie. It was still warm but cool enough to enjoy. She said nothing as she took a seat again. “Sure you want to eat that? Might be kind of bland.” All they got in response was a shrug. With a sigh they reached into their bag and pulled out three jars, the last of the jam from their prior batch. “Apple, blackberry and strawberry,” They explained with a gesture to each. “I don't have anything else unfortunately since I was convinced to stay when I really should have been going to restock.”

     Deep down they knew rambling like this was a bad idea but for some reason they couldn't bring themself to stop. Maybe it was just because Jer had described Nastya as a good listener. She smiled and hopped off the stool once more to grab a few utensils for the jam. They continued to watch her every move as she put a little bit of each jam on the single cookie, presumably to try each one at once.

    “Strawberry will be the sweetest and blackberry the most tart. Apple sits in the middle with a slight cinnamon flavor.” They pointed out as she took a bite. There wasn't much else to say about it all. “How often do people join your crew?” 

    “Not all that often.” She shrugged once she had finished her cookie. “I'd say before you Jerico was our last member.” 

    “I'm not staying,” They corrected with a slight frown. “Just visiting. Merchant is a good friend of mine and I want to make her happy.” Nastya just stared at them with a slight tilt of their head before smirking. 

    “Right, of course.” After a moment she hopped off the stool, brushing crumbs off her shirt. “I quite liked the blackberry.” They decided to ignore her almost mischievous expression and just nod instead. 

    “Thanks…” 

   “Would you like me to tell the others about these?” She gestured to the tray with a smile. It took them a moment to decide if they wanted to explain it all again before sighing. 

    “Yeah sure. Might as well. Can't eat these all myself.” Nastya said nothing else as she left the kitchen, leaving them alone with their thoughts. Mostly about why she had seemed so certain that they would be joining the group. It was just a visit, they didn't plan on staying any longer. 

    There wasn't much time to think it over as some of them filtered in to try the cookies. They didn't bother explaining it too in depth this time, letting a few of them know before leaving the kitchen before they could be bugged too much. There was much to think about and for the first time in a while it felt like they could actually rest around people. At the very least this would be an interesting endeavor. 

[wishmaker-astra]

Hey, Astra, I mean this with kindness but I don’t think that was a wise thing to say to Harte

//Just going to answer this OOCly

//I'm legitimately considering asking for a retcon if get a lot of people pointing this out or just having her log off for a bit or something, because it's not going to be enjoyable playing her feeling like trash about her impulsiveness causing that sort of thing. Especially since there's... not much she can do about her impulsiveness problems sometimes causing fuckups when medication outright doesn't work for her.

//Just imagine her feeling like an asshole off-screen once she realizes what did/may have triggered, ok? She's going to. She's going to know she was an idiot. You're just not going to see the consequences of it, but please don't think she's going to get off consequence free or something

//She has impulse control problems. She has ADHD-I. She's just going to be angry at herself and pissed off her meds no longer work. It's unfortunately completely in character and now something realizing didn't properly judge full consequences of this time as a writer. I wouldn't have done if knew would cause a full episode instead of her just realizing have to talk and undo damage immediately during initial her being a dumbass.

[rotomblr-multiverse-cataloguer]

Hi, I'm the rotomblr multiverse cataloguer. I'm here to figure out how many universes are connected to rotomblr and who lives in which one. After this there will be a list of them and their inhabitants, once I start acquiring data.

I have tried, but I can't find any better way of showing the graph than just having the obsidian files automatically added to a repository on github. I'm sure I've seen at some point that there is a way of showing the graph there too, but I can't find it now that it's connected. If I do, I'll change it, but for now you have to download it and place it in an obsidian vault if you want to see the graph and be able to click the links to get directly to the note they say they go to. Ignore the plugins installed if you do that, just delete the folder, none of them are used in the graph.

((Also, I didn't say it before, but pelipper mail and magic anons are on, but I will ignore magic anons if they go against what I want to do with the character (I don't think it will happen often, but still).))

Here's what I look like:

Log of the changes and whatnot under the cut:

//@whys-rotomblr-hub for anything related to this or any other of my characters.

Ok, apparently github doesn't allow people to see private repositories, I should have checked that yesterday instead of today, but gitfront should fix that by allowing people to see, even if it means having to manually update the view, because I think that's one of the things it can't do. It should all be working now.

Added README.md to the repository to explain it a bit better.

Added CONTRIBUTING.md and made the repository public. I don't know why I kept insisting that it had to be private, as I see no actual reason to not make it public. I will update the gitfront thing to reflect this so people that look at it there know. Now, it should always be updated (every ten minutes).

Added a lot of tags so it's easier to search for some specific type of user, like those that research the multiverse or those that can timetravel.

Organized the universes in two folders, so it's easier to look for those that have or don't have rotomblr.

Organized the accounts and characters folders with a folder for every universe.

Added links to the blogs in their corresponding nodes.

//Added tags for the mains of those running the blogs

[blacknidstang]

spn related but rather personal vent

For various reasons i've been needing to distance myself from spn in particular beside spending less time on social media and it's been because of number of extremely harmless little things that weren't even upsetting even but making me feel down a bit and now i suddenly remembered one of them was s5 and how sam was treated, how everyone was calling him incompetent and shit when he was literally offering to get himself locked in hell for eternity with satan himself, how that was their biggest worry. I think while i think undeniably Bobby did care about Sam and i mean, i think it would be so fucking absurd to claim Dean was ok with Sam jumping into the pit, but there's this persistent dissatisfaction of how these were never.. expressed.. and i love s5. I love swan song. It still wrecks me but there's a growing annoyance.

But here's the thing, when a thing or two about a show start to piss me off i just rather pull back. Clear my head. It's not that important. I dont like to log into tumblr and cry about spn's writing and a be a bitter samgirl™️. I dont wanna spend my mental energy on something quite destructive, for myself at least (and i'm sure that wouldnt make me a joy to be around anyway). Anyway. Why am i saying these? Idk. I think i'm trying to accept that i have issues with the show that really forced me to break out of heavy obsession and become more normal about it. I think admitting it gives me some peace bc i still love the characters and i still love so much of this show so unironically, even that cursed s5 itself is forever a favorite of mine. But at one point the dissatisfaction of it wasn't worth the stay. I'm still sticking around tho but i needed to vent it out in order to go back and focus on things that i love.

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 S03E20 And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place previous episode - table of contents

It's kinda wild how much b5 is exactly to my tastes. Take this (and many other!) episode titles for example. Pretentious? Maybe. Poetic? Certainly. Full of allusion? Definitely. Makes me get shivers? Absolutely.  They even give me things to complain about. I'm well settled into complaining loudly about Londo bullshit.

Last episode's beverage (for data point purposes) was straight tequila with pepsi chaser. The hangover was vile and I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep for three hours. Today's beverage - Bitterroot Brewing Co "Dirt Church" ipa. It's alright for an IPA.

"Z MINUS 14 DAYS"

I see we've moved several letters on from "t."

Yeah!! It's another Susan Ivanova personal log episode. The telepaths they've recruited are being dispersed. Sheridan is tired, and Franklin is still pacing the halls. 

All the telepaths are being accompanied by a single Narn bodyguard. Fingers crossed for some of those bodyguards to start developing some telepathy of their own after spending a long time in close quarters with a telepath!!

Londo thinks it's time to "take care of" G'Kar?? FUCK OFF.  He wants G'Kar tricked back to Narn and executed. Thanks to the previous flashbacks, I am well aware that this plot won't play out with G'Kar's actual death. But I still want to strangle Londo. Can I isekai into B5 just long enough to goddamn murder that man?? 

Religious Theo of the religious group whatevever is being highlighted this episode. In theory I appreciate how diverse B5 is, religiously speaking. In practice....ehhh. At least when it comes to people quoting the KJV and referring to "the lord" every other sentence. 

Sheridan does look rough. And there's Delenn!!! Pretty in pink. 

"[Ivanova] said you were carrying on cranky. I looked up cranky, it said grouchy. I looked up grouchy, it said crochetly. No wonder you have such an eccentric culture. None of your words have their own meaning!" 

LOL!! Delenn is so cute. Also, very seriously, I apologize to every person who needs to learn English as an adult. It's a mess. 

Once I saw a gif of Delenn propping herself up on a elbow in bed with Sheridan and I have been FERAL to see that scene ever since. Maybe today will be the episode? Delenn climbs in bed with Sheridan to make him sleep??

Na'Toth might be alive. Or her name might simply be a trap for G'Kar. I don't think Londo's plan is going to work out. If he didn't go back to Narn for literally every other Narnuan, I'm not sure he'd go back for his aide who is probably dead. Also I 100% have more faith in Vir than this. Idk where he got them, but he has a surprisingly well-developed set of morals and empathy. 

Vir: "I won't. I won't go. I won't do it."

VIR BABY. Just say you'll do it, then go and collude and G'Kar. Londo is unhinged, threatening to have Vir's family stripped naked and whipped through the streets of Centaur's capital. What a fuck. He ought to be directing his energies towards getting back Lord Whatshisface who killed Adira on behalf of the Shadows. Refa. The show reminds me in a timely manner. 

Speaking of Refa, he's giving very desperate vibes. Trying too hard to suck up, and that puts blood in the water for the sharks to scent!!

Well. Hopefully even if Vir gives into Londo's threat and tries to trick G'Kar, his obvious nerves give away that something's wrong. 

Back to Londo and the Centauri court shenanigans. Londo is, undeniably, good at putting on the type of political front that works well on Centaur. 

Susan's blowout is so good every day I have to assume it's part of the high-tech auto-dryer when you step out of the shower...or something. Because there's no way that SUSAN IVANOVA is spending twenty minutes every day achieving the most ideal blowout that has ever been hair-dried into existence. 

OK I like the religious cabal a bit better now that I know they're smuggling up-to-date information about Earth politics into Bably 5. 

GODDANG IT. G'Kar is trying to sneak back onto Narn. Well. At least I know he lives to die another day. 

Vir, I am disappointed in. 

Centaur attack on Vir!! He lives to become Emperor another day as well. Stakes drop considerably when you know certain characters' ultimate fates. 

You know who I'd love to see again? AUNT PROPHETESS! Majel!! 

Lord Refa's eyebrows deserve their own acting credit. 

oooh, Centauri telepathy attack!! 

Poor Vir. If only he had been able to keep his position on Minbar. He looked less stressed-out when he was spending most of his time surrounded by a tranquil environment. 

The Baptist pastor is hanging out with Sheridan, who is struggling to relax enough to fall asleep while also doing paperwork. Maybe. don't do paperwork while getting ready for bed. Which the pastor is also bringing up, more delicately than I would. 

the Pastor: DELEGATE IDIOT.

OK he can stay. He is speaking common sense. 

"When youre worry tank gets full people stop coming to you, because they don't want to add to it." 

Smart. "figure out how to relax or your people will stop reading you in in an attempt to protect you." 

"Z MINUS 13 DAYS"

Zha'ha'dum minus 13 days?? 

G'Kar made it to Narn. There's climate change from the orbital bombardment. Constant wind, particulate coming down from the upper atmosphere, poor air quality. And I doubt they had recovered from the previous Centauri occupation, and possibly not even the Shadows' occupation before that! 

Emperor Cartagia is going to be traveling to B5: that seems like a significant security risk! Maybe he'll get nerfed and we'll see the glorious ascension on Emperor Londo. 

Refa's plot is to capture G'Kar instead of letting Londo do it. Fingers crossed for neither of them getting that glory. 

Delenn says there's no pattern to the Shadows' attacks. The lack of pattern is probably the point - all over the place and unpredictable so the united forces are spread as thin and widely as possible. And the tactical data sorta supports that! They haven't attacked anything in the center of the sector, so refugees are going there. And Sheridan is picking this up now, too. They could nail all the refugees at once. 

"I think this is as much about terror as it is about territory." 

Yeah. 

Hm, Delenn is horrified by Sheridan saying he needs to think like them to beat them. Unless she has a really compelling argument against it, I'm going to have to disagree. How can you counter a tactic unless you understand it? 

Londo just knocked out a Centauri guard with a punch to rescue Vir. He gets no points from me, because he put Vir in that position. 

Unfortunately G'Kar won't get to kill Londo for quite a few years, but maybe he and the resistance will get to kill Refa and his goon squad instead. 

Damn it, Londo was two steps ahead of Refa this whole time. f.ucking annoying. Well. all Centauri warmongering genocidal politics are annoying. Refa being personally in charge of the bombardment of Narn is backfiring on his right now. 

Oh so this means that Vir was an unwitting stooge in the plot all along, and that's extra scummy, considering it resulted in Vir being mindraped and made to believe he'd just given up his mentor and employer. Very very cutthroat politics. No wonder Londo didn't name the embarassment he was planning to remove on behalf of the emperor to prove House Mollari's value. 

Baptist Pastor brought a gospel singer along with him, lol. That's very on brand. And super fucking amusing juxtaposition between her music and Refa being pursued and killed. "There's no hiding place down here." Refa being beaten to death. 

Buuuut as much as I dislike Londo, I am a fan of the person responsible for untold suffering and death getting a tiny fraction of that delivered back to them. So...annoyingly... *sigh* go Londo...

It's so fucking funny that Londo had the ability to slip refa the other half of the two-part poison all along but instead he had him beaten to death for political purposes. 

Vir is angry, but probably not enough to make him break from Londo entirely. 

Delenn has a surprise for Sheridan - "the White Star was never intended to be one of a kind, only the first..." and now there's a whole fleet. 

Hm. As far as first kisses on screen go, that one was pretty dated. I'm happy for them, but the "smear your face against the other person's face" is a style I'm glad has mostly gone away. It doesn't look very pleasant, hahah. 

Mrs Sheridan, I presume?

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 4!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 4 "Under Pressure"

Timestamp: 40:29

Video Length: 4min. & 32sec.

Fabian asks Gorthalax about the Rat Grinders (Pt.1 | ‣Pt.2)

It's hard for Riz's heart rate to come down from the unfairness of it! 😭

Emily/Fig: "And Fairness is what her platform was."

Adaine/Siobahn: "Wow, the bad guy this season is XP Leveling?"

Brennan: *laughs and shrugs*

Lou: "It's 'Milestone versus XP, Junior Year!"

Brennan: "Oops!"

😂🤣💀....oh Brennan....

Usually in the first or second week of freshman year is when the kids go out to fight rats and twig gremlins.

It's a way to focus on teamwork, getting your first injury, but it's an injury that can't possibly actually drop you.

They've been doing this for their freshman and sophomore year! 😱😱

Gorthalax: "They logged three hours at the end of every school day, and nine hours every weekend. Not missing one."

Fig wants Adaine to use her jacket to get a bunch of "XP Farmers" pins so she can put them on the rat grinders 😭✋

Kristen saying that going over to spy on the rat grinders is definitely an option.

Ally: "Are they actually having fun doing this? Or are they just going through the motions?"

Kindlesnap Whatsherface 😂💀

Gorthalax is still here 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀

Kristen telling Gorthalax that she has scrying and everyone being like "He's a teacher!" 😂🤣💀

Gorthalax asks the bad kids about what the best use of their time should be 😂

Gorthalax: "You know, spite. I know the guy who invented spite. He's an ok guy. But you know- don't make revenge the priority over living your best life, is all I'd say."

Fabian: "Hear, Hear"

I love Gorthalax's character development so bad! 😭✋

Siobhan tries to roll an insight to see what level the rat grinders are but gets a NAT1! 😭✋

In-character, they wouldn't know what levels are.

Brennan: "Fighting weak opponents still teaches you a little bit."

Riz insight check. Rolls a 21!

Brennan: "-even within the anger, I don't know, it might make you more angry. It's pretty (redacted) impressive for a group of people to do something for three hours every (redacted) day. And you think about the feeling you and Adaine had when you found out that your party might have to write 10 page essays."

I'm really curious about that but I don't know what Brennan means by it 🤔

Gorthalax: Hoot, Growl!!!

Hoot, Growl designs in the dome! 😆

It's Canon now! Every time Gorthalax says "Hoot Growl", the words will appear in the Dome! 😆