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[silverspectre51]

Summoning the Boy King

Darkseid was rampaging through Metropolis, Superman was injured, and the Justice League was desperate. As the League hid between fallen skyscrapers, John Constantine prepared a last-ditch effort to save the Earth.

The Hellblazer drew an intricate sigil on the ground; its circular design stretching over six feet in diameter. Most of the symbols within were space-related, while the others were themed to royalty. Batman, one of the few heroes in-the-know, grunted.

"Are you sure this king ghost can help?"

Constantine sighed and pinched his nose.

"He's the High King of the Infinite Realms, Bats, an' he's bloody powerful. He'll stop Darkseid, alright, but what he does afterward is anyone's guess. Believe me, I wouldn't be doin' this if we had a choice."

Batman sighed and glanced at the smoke-filled horizon.

"Alright, get on with it, then. We're running out of time."

Constantine nodded and placed a single offering in the center of the sigil: a squishmallow of Disney's iconic blue alien, Stitch.

"I beg your finest pardon," Batman sputtered, "What on Earth is that?"

Constantine sighed again as he took his position at the edge of the sigil.

"Mate, the book was very specific. Unlike his predecessor, the new king requires a single offering of space or alien theme that is suitable for children. It's bloody strange, but beggars can't be choosers."

Batman just shook his head and looked on. Constantine raised his hands and started the summoning chant. An eerie, green glow spread across the sigil, and light fog gathered above it. Little white orbs floated up from the ground and spiraled together, forming the slowly spinning visage of a spiral galaxy.

"Incredible..." Zatanna gasped, "This summoning is on a level all its own. This king of yours is on the level of Gods."

Finally, something began to form over the small galaxy. Batman's expression quickly softened, much to the surprise of his teammates. It was mere seconds before they understood, as a black blob full of white stars formed into the shape of a boy. The blob had spiky 'bangs' if you could call them that and eerie, glowing green eyes.

The squishmallow floated into the boy's arms and he squeezed it excitedly. At the same time, he took on a far more human form, with pale skin and snowy white hair. His eyes had whites now but still glowed green. He was dressed in black and white, royal attire with green accents, a black crown floating in a green aurora, and a black ring with a green stone. A black cape flowed down his back, its underside looking as if it were cut from a clear night sky.

"Awesome offering, dude! What can I do for ya?"

The voice was a reedy tenor in the throes of puberty, and its owner was more than a little geeky. The boy's smile was infectious, or it would have been were it not for the specific circumstance.

"How old are you?" Batman asked, his tone soft, "We weren't expecting a child."

The boy waved him off like it was nothing.

"No one ever does. And, um... technically I'm fifteen. I know, I don't look it."

Constantine cut in, clearly out of patience.

"Look, this monster Darkseid is destroying our world. We need you to stop him."

The boy turned in the air and took in the destruction around him. Somehow, he seemed to understand the situation immediately.

"Okay, but I gotta get permission first. This'll take a lot of power." He paused, taking a breath, and then yelled in a strange language. "Mom!"

Constantine paled and the other heroes shrank back as a green portal tore into existence. A young woman, barely an adult herself, floated out. She had waist-length blue hair and the same glowing, green eyes. She wore a royal outfit in white and maroon, complete with a glittering, silver tiara studded with rubies.

"What's the matter, Danny? Are you okay?"

Danny nodded.

"Mhmm! These guys need me to take out this Darkseid guy, though. Can I use my full power?"

Constantine snuck a drink from his flask. He did not sign up to deal with the fucking Queen Mother of the Infinite Realms, nor had he known she existed. God, he needed a smoke...

The Queen Mother smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her son's forehead. She spoke whilst taking his new plush.

"Yes, Danny, you may. Let me hold onto this for you so it doesn't get dirty."

Danny nodded and turned away.

"Okay, thanks mom!"

The Queen Mother vanished through and with the portal she had created. Moments later, Danny shot off into the city, with the remaining able-bodied heroes hot on his trail. The young king reached Darkseid rather quickly, engaging him while the Leaguers looked on from cover. Darkseid was foolishly amused.

"A child dares oppose me? Flee, whelp."

Batman tensed as Darkseid unleashed his Omega Effect. Two red beams shot from his eyes, and yet the young king floated firm. Two eerie, green beams shot from his own eyes and, to the shock of everyone, overpowered his foe's. Darkseid shattered into many tiny pieces which then vanished into thin air.

"Man, he really wasn't smart!" Danny grinned, "Who fires a death beam at the king of the dead?"

He received no response, as the heroes were too stunned to speak. Smiling, he saluted the group before tearing open another portal.

"Oh well; villain gone, carry on. Later guys!"

Batman glared at Constantine, but the Brit had already absconded. Heaving a sigh, he resigned himself to this new reality. Darkseid was gone, but there was an incredible new power to worry about.

(Note: My only source of information is DP canon, DP fanon, and the Justice League cartoons from the early '00s. I apologize for any inaccuracies with Batman's or Constantine's behavior.)

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

S.O.S.

König × Wife reader.

I'm the only big guy you need to handle. That's all you need dear y/n.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Warning ⚠️: mentions of violence, weapons but nothing too dark or extreme. Grammar and spelling errors. I wrote it during my lunch break, so have mercy if it's not good.

You're in the kitchen washing dishes, checking if your husband's laundry is already dry, listening to music and dancing everywhere.

Your usual routine is interrupted by a stranger knocking on your door, visitors are unusual since you and König live far from the city and almost in the middle of nowhere.

König always does everything in his possibilities to protect you when he travels or goes on long missions. It's not precisely that you need protection, you can handle the danger very well, but he insists.

And with all the reason, now you're here with a knife from the kitchen, hiding it behind your back. You Open the door and there's two big guys wearing suits.

- Oh, Good afternoon, We're looking for... König?

- He's not here, sorry.

You're closing the door when one of them plants his foot in the doorframe.

- I understand, well, can you tell me when we can find him?

Exasperated and sighing loudly to show how annoyed you're feeling by these intruders, you talk again.

- What do you need from him? I mean, if you know where he lives, how is it possible you don't know at what time you can find him?

One of them is not happy with this attitude, so he lost his Temper.

- Listen To me you little fucker!

The other who looks more professional in his job, puts a hand over the chest of his partner indicating him he needs to calm down to mess up the whole plan.

- Pardon my mate, we had a long trip and we're thirsty, hungry and tired. If we can't find him at least can you serve me a glass of water?

All the danger and alarms in your brain are turned on, ringing uncontrollably, the adrenaline is increasing and running through your veins, it has been a while since you had combat, you're out of practice, so... Why not?.

You left the knife quickly at the flowerpot near to the door, opening it and allowing them to come in, playing fool, inviting them to take a seat while you go to the kitchen.

You're serving the water when you feel the presence of someone behind you. You know what will happen, you've been in this kind of situation before, more times that you can tell. So, it's quick, one of them tries to bring you down, fails, the other runs to you ready to stab you without mercy, avoiding the hit but somehow you feel like you didn't take the best decision, two guys almost tall and big as your husband against you, who's not very strong as before, bad idea Y/n.

So while you're still avoiding punches and trying to not die, you press the hidden button in your bracelet, yes, König idea and after you thought he was overreacting, now you're blessed you have it, basically the bracelet sends an S.O.S text with your location and periodically sends a message with your health status. König doesn't need more details, as long as you're still breathing, that's enough for him to find you and kill whoever made the big mistake to hurt or take what is his.

And it worked, König was landing at the base when his phone received a new notification he couldn't ignore. A red icon that he recognizes instantly. 'S.O.S Y/N'. He felt shivers running up and down, a cold sweat in his forehead and the palm of his hands, his heart beat increased. He runs to his car, driving as crazy while he tries to read about your health status, your location, thank god you're breathing, dehydrated and at home... Well, actually that's not good, how is it possible you're in danger if you're at home? He will know it as soon as he's at the house.

He doesn't know how fast he drove, he only cares about you. He needs to see you with his own eyes. As soon as he saw the house he parked, not exactly out of the house but also not so far, just at the right distance to not make much noise. Taking a different way to get in the house through the backyard, he can see you now, there's broken furniture, bullets in the walls. You have a purple eye, bathed in sweat but you don't seem badly injured. But these two guys are still pointing at you with their weapons, spitting on your face, hurting you, he can't, he can't stay there just observing how they disrespect his wife. His thoughts are interrupted by the conversation between you and the intruders.

- Where is König! You're making me lose my patience!

- I already told you. I don't know.

- You're stubborn. I'll change that soon, we have the whole day little one.

- Go ahead, try.

König always admired how good you are to keep your confidence and calm in this kind of situation. But his heart aches just to see how they treat his woman.

Once again and before he could move, he listens again, this time the conversation is not about him. The man who has been behind his comrade all this time, finally participates in your conversation.

- Wait a minute, I've seen you before, you worked for KorTac. Am I right?

- So what? (His comrade asks like if it wasn't important)

- Man, you were like a legend, a fuckin' pain in our asses during your years of service, how did they call you? Your codename... It was an animal.

- Maus.

- Yeah! That one, oh man! Now look at you, trapped after all those years escaping and surviving to all those explosions you orchestrated, now you're here. How does it feel to be with the claws against your throat?

You're trying to not get mad before responding when a black big shadow passes outside, you could see him through the window. Now you can relax, you're safe. So you can laugh at their faces with that mocking smile.

- Well... Who says it's me the one who's trapped?

Both look at each other concerned by your response, looking around the room searching for any danger, but there's nothing at the sight.

One of them points with his gun on your forehead.

- What do you mean? Tell me, NOW!

He's finishing the sentence when the gasp of his comrade fills the silence, then, the sound of his corpse hitting the ground.

The guy who's still pointing at you doesn't know what hits him, just a giant in black jumping on him, hitting over and over and over again, before the man can die, König demands answers.

- Who sent you? How dare you to point at my wife with your weapon, huh? In my fuckin' house! How did you find us?

The poor guy can't even speak anymore, his jaw is broken. König's anger can be controlled, once he starts it's difficult to make him stop. So he goes back to hit him over and over until his victim can't keep breathing.

König takes a few seconds to recover himself, you have never been afraid of his anger or in whatever he becomes when he wears his mask, he knows it and yet, he tries his best to not let you see that part of him, even if you already saw it like a thousand times before.

Once he's calmed he walks and starts to help you with the ropes around your hands and ankles.

- Liebling, geht es dir gut? (Darling, are you alright?) what happened?

- I'm okay Kö, It's my fault, I thought I could still handle two big guys... They were looking for you and I just thought I could... I'm Sorry my love.

While you're observing him with your puppy eyes, His eyes are full of surprise, but then he simply laughs. He certainly wasn't expecting that answer.

- Oh, Liebling. Wann wirst du es verstehen? (Oh sweetheart, when will you understand?) I'm the only big guy you need to handle.

He places his hands around your face and starts to kiss you, carefully to not hurt you but at the same time intensely to let you know how blessed he feels knowing you're safe. Of course he would find out who sent those guys and he will make them pay for what they did, no one comes to his house and hurts his pretty wife without paying for such disrespect.

[queenendless]

ÆŁŁ ƏŸƏ§ ØŊ MƏ

A/n: This was gonna be for another series. But this idea popped up for this one instead.

Pairing: Seto Kaiba x Yami Yugi x F!Reader.

Self aware AU. Inspired by Cross Duel and Duel Links; especially plot wise. Other YGO sequel series mentioned. But mostly DM. Mainly on these two.

CW: Depression, dysphoria and dysmorphia implied, chronic ailments; based off my own issues. Brief swearing, blood, violence. But also fluff, hurt/comfort, and romance/dark romance.

You spend many a day into the late nights, wasting the hours away by watching whatever and every other thing to dash away the emptiness you have inside. Whether on the TV, your laptop, to even your phone, you get lost into the vibrant, upbeat, tear-jerking moments of your favorite media. Shows, movies, games and beyond.

Like an iconic anime on a trading card game.

Having gotten late to the party, you quickly fell for the series, the plot, and its cast. Most of all, the reincarnated Pharaoh and his fated rival for his life.

The appeal of a brand new game peaked your interest. More so a fan game. The mechanics of Duel Links paired with the 2D CG moving models of Cross Duel. An immersive app combining all the series.

While you weren't the best at such competitive games, you still found yourself enjoying the experience. With every series up to the present day. So many characters to unlock and many decks to make. You weren't good at memorizing names, though. But your top two would be your #1 priority.

Anything to help you get through the days. Your job less, disabled days. Cooped up in your room, blocking out the yelling and slamming doors and intrusive thoughts.

Focusing on their handsome faces and familiar voices kept you calm and elated as you always switched between the two throughout your playthrough.

"You're a long way from become a true duelist ... but I can see you have the interest and potential for it. Stick with me and I'll make it worth your while."

"Not to fret. Each battle helps you learn and improve. So long as I am at your side, you'll be amazed at how far you'll go. I'm looking forward to it."

Hearing their voices, seeing those beautiful faces, gave you such serotonin as you stay cooped up in your own little safe haven, escaping from the suffocating cracked home life into the YGO verse.

You spent the next few days grinding in this immersive game, your free time spent leveling up, collecting your favorite cards, and raising the trust level of your other liked favorites. Especially to see the interactions, crossovers, and more as you picked up their voices.

The surprising sight of tapping all over your screen to see their hair and attire rustle paired with such flushed alarmed expressions poking their faces.

"You've got a lot of nerve to mess with the President of Kaiba Corp ..." The sight of him flicking you followed by the immediate firm tap on your forehead made you yelp loudly, nearing dropping the phone. Seeing Seto's laughing face on screen made your strewn expression lighten. "Well deserved."

Yami's raised brow look made you look away in shame. "Pardon me, but I'm right here. There was no need for that." The firm poke to your cheek made you jump in alarm and drop your phone on your bed, gaping at Yami's chuckling face. "Now that was well called for."

It had been a week when that happened. The real world influence from the digital world held in your hand. Startled, alarmed, concerned you had to close the app and take a while to process your racing, anxious self. The app flickered from blue to red. Your phone screen glitches.

Escaping to your laptop proved fruitless. For seeing your lockscreen darken and distort yourself, only to show the cast walking and chatting along the metropolis setting of the game you just checked out of in alarm. A certain white trench coat wearing giant walked along the screen, only to stop and turn to face you. Frozen in place, you watched as he walked head on in, getting closer when he started speaking in his usual snide, sarcastic tone.

"(Username) huh? To tell the truth, Y/n sounds better to say. How do I know your name, you ask? From your account profile, obviously." The roll of those piercing blue eyes was in character. The low soft words that came after were not. "I didn't mean to scare you off earlier. I was actually starting to enjoy myself around you. You're tolerable, at best."

The tri colored star shaped head of his rival peaked out from the side, guilt laced in his features, when he came in fully. "He won't bite you, if that's your concern. But, I too apologize for alarming you. We mean you no harm, Y/n. Honest."

The uncertainty of this meta phenomenon taking place before you was mellowed out at the sight of THE rival pair acknowledging you. Pinching yourself hard to smacking your cheeks to make sure you weren't in lala land now.

Dopamine and endorphins came hand in hand as their eyes widened in astonishment at the way your entire expression lite up, covering your now squealing mouth, not wanting to draw unwanted attention from your folks, your lips curving peaking out beneath your hands. It's all real.

You spent the remainder of that night asking them anything and everything you ever wanted to tell them, curled up in bed, smiling dazedly, lost in the nostalgic fuzzy experience that is these self aware anime baes, bouncing off each other in prideful, sparky conversation. The corner of their eyes caught sight of you sound asleep, Yami smiling tenderly at the sight and Seto's eyes giving off the same aura.

The following week since that night, you felt more energized and motivated than you have in a long time. You were curious if any other fellow players experienced such a phenomenon. Being able to interact with them, actually talk to them outside the contrivances, even offline was a relief. Even your old dead TV was brought to life by the sights of the vibrant series setting; Domino City. Numbers, Dueltaining, Links, and beyond. The world of dueling was seemingly endless.

"Artificial intelligence is more real now than ever. Not to mention virtual reality. So it was only a matter of time. This game is experimental proof of that self awarness. Not all of us are that bright, though."

Joey's pinched face cameo over that comment didn't go unnoticed by as evidence by Seto's snide face. Mai dragging Joey off screen to see kisses literally flying off in the background had the CEO turn pink at the PDA.

"I'd rather glimpse into the real world to broaden my knowledge. Every single being that's connected to us gives us insight. Getting to know you Y/n has been the best experience in all of it."

Waving to Yugi, Jaden and Yusei driving recklessly on the latter's duel runner in the off distance made you crack out a laugh. The charmin smile Yami gave at the sight of your expression caught your eye, turning you a bashful pink, to which he deeply chuckled in kind.

But even you need a break every now and then. You have bad days. And by bad, it gets BAD. Constant styes or eye irritations. Circulation issues in the feet. Swollen ankles. Depression, stress and many intrusive thoughts becoming hyperactive in that tired scarred mind.

Demented suffocating folks. Dysfunctional argumentative drama. And you? Walled up in their corner, feeling years older than their actual age, self pity and self hate over this defective body. The thoughts of self made wounds made on every defective part of you brought on tears every time.

So, fights like the one you just experienced today brought tears, swelling, and the truth to light. Your own fault for believing your own flesh and blood would provide genuine professional help, for the body and mind. But all they can afford is gaslighting, dogpiling criticism. Slamming doors, holing up in your room and blasting tunes through your ear buds was your only affordable escapism.

Black, blue and red glitches overtake your phone. It all happened in such a blur. Layers of warmth swallowed you whole, brushing away those tears, as you felt your face pressed gently against such support, protectivness enveloping you.

"Now that's just bullshit. Everyone’s flawed. If you count me and my many attempts at dethroning my one and only rival myself as one, go right ahead. Point being, screw them. You're genuine. Flaws and all ... you're perfect."

"You should never feel ashamed of yourself or your appearance. You should feel comfortable in your own skin. Regardless of what others choose to believe, your own feelings matter the most. When I look at you, I see nothing but a goddess in my eyes."

Digital character gaining form in reality before you changed things. Just as soon as they were there, they were gone, leaving you fuzzy or better ... and for worse?

The rare times when you had to go out on trips or even taking walks by yourself around your area meant you waving your phone around, being their window into more of your life. Even giving a room tour meant them blushing at spotting chibi plushies of them on your nightstand; their egos rising at further proof of you being smitten with them.

Only when everyone else in your household went to bed would you go hogging up the living room couch and be on your laptop and phone to get lost in watching your movies, shows or whatever to lift your spirits. Yet these late night binges bring with them chronic headaches that would kick in during your all night bends, leaving you closing your eyes and falling sound asleep to drive off the pain on top of your flared up feet covered in cold compresses.

Your laptop flickered and buffered in distortions as whatever you were watching is halted as entities literally come out of your screen. Warmth brushed your flushed cheeks, rubbed your scalp to soothe your aches, rewarded by your hums of content, as murmurs of their names parted your lips, causing the seed of possessiveness to grow at such a rate.

"They don't deserve your tears. They don't even deserve you. None of them are worth it. Unlike them, you've always been deserving of greater and better things. And I'll make sure of it."

"Please dream sweet dears, my dear. It hurts me to see you like this. Things will get better ... they will be better ... you will not suffer alone anymore."

But all good things come to an end. And this was no exception. For there came that time when you were in so much agony, suffering to the point where you wanted the rest of your ignorant home to suffer with you. Eyes too Strained to open. Feet too swollen to walk. Even your neck and scalp were stiff in pain. Your own body fell apart and all you could do was cry in silence, stuck in bed, as you just wanted to be free of it all.

A cold storm raged outside, tipping things over the edge. Your phone vibrating and dinging with notifications were left unchecked. The various reports of disapperances over your fellow real life players and the like. The strong voices of your kings calling out to you were left unanswered as you were too still and quiet.

So they animated right out of your phone screen. The eye of Udjat glowing as the Pharaoh dealt the fatal blows. Thrown furniture exploding. Glass shattering. Ear shattering screams cut off midway. Gurgling cries of agony follow right after. Thumps hitting the floor. The tall shadow of his megalomaniac partner covered your frail weak body as he carefully took you in his arms. It was now or never.

"Seto, are you sure about this? Bringing an actual human over to our side is too risky. Her body will not survive it."

"Please. My next gen solid vision system is visionary. Finding you across dimensions, for example. Connecting others across time and space through dueling has broken boundaries. Linking the cerebrum of those that have accessed my side project app has allowed us to view everyones memories and knowledge of our counterparts in this world has expanded our reach. Sharing our energy with her shall give the strength she needs to cross over. And besides, you practically begged me to take her with us from the start."

"Don't tell me THE Seto Kaiba is jealous about sharing me with another now. As if dragging me out of the afterlife wasn't enough for you. Part of me is still wrapping around your experiment on cross dimensional expansion. Regardless if we're just avatar copies based on fiction, we're still alive. We're past the point of no return. I just hope Y/n will understand."

"Take me ... take me away from here ... please."

Your consent was the trigger. Crimson met solid hologram as their combined hold made you feel at peace at last, blue and golden energy seeping into you, falling fast asleep. The next time you woke up, all the pain left your body, replaced with such looseness. Such levity. Basking in the endless streams of code and ethereal light. The faces of many familiar characters standing about among those like you that now obtained their virtual anime counterparts.

Smothered in between such defined sturdy bodies to remind you of your situation, your heart hammered on in the blue eyed and violet eyed gazes of your two Kings gazing down at you with such fervor, pristine looking with no signs of crimson staining their attire, right before they both layered gentle kisses all over your face. Their sculpted veiny hands held each of yours, tracing your very real skin, squeezing them to assure you that this is all happening. Tears of joy filled your healthy e/c eyes and giggles filled their ears as the sight of you brimming with happiness made their own hearts tremble at the hold you have on them. And vice versa.

Reshaping the future of dueling outsides the confines of an app game takes so much work, you know. Gaining sentience and all that. And it means everything to them to have you there with them for their journey across the Yu-Gi-Oh! multiverse. Hand in hand in hand. For life. These two Kings have finally found their Queen.

"Welcome home."

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 33: Infiltration

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Splinter rushes down the hall and into the elevator, slamming the buttons frantically. The doors finally slide open and he rushes in, practically punching the key for the lobby. It's an eternal misery as he waits for the elevator to arrive, and he instantly bursts through as soon as the bell dings and the doors release him.

"Michelangelo!" he shouts in a mad panic, searching all over for him. "My son, where are you?!"

His heart pounds in his chest as he rushes up and down the streets looking for him. He thinks he sees a blur of dark green and bright yellow scurry away into the town.

"MIKEY!"

Splinter runs after him, though he knows he's already lost him. With Mikey's newfound speed and agility -- not to mention the wall-crawling advantage he now possesses -- Mikey will be long gone by the time he reaches the point he last saw him.

Splinter rushes to the first person he sees -- a bear Yokai leading a group of young children down the street.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asks, hands quivering from anxiety. "Did you happen to see a lizard-turtle-snake-jaguar-monkey mutant run through here?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asks, flabbergasted. "A what now?"

"My son! He's green with yellow spots and long claws and a tail," Splinter rambles. "He ran off and I can't find him!"

"I didn't see anyone like that," the bear Yokai answers, still a bit concerned and confused.

Splinter thanks her anyways and runs off in the direction he last saw Mikey go. He approaches an axolotl couple and asks the same thing. And he gets the same result from them, too.

"Meh," the husband shrugs. "Didn't see nuthin'."

"Sorry, I can't say I have," the wife sighs.

Splinter groans and continues to run, calling out his son's name as he does.

"Mikey!" he cries, over and over and over again.

After an hour or two, he gives up. Mostly because he's exhausted from all the running around in circles, and because he's losing his voice from the shouting.

Splinter sighs, sliding down against a stone pillar and contemplating his next move -- when he hears a buzz from his pockets. It's his cellphone. He doesn't even need to see the caller ID. He instantly knows who it is and why they're calling. He hesitates, swallows, and pulls out the phone. The screen is blue, with one of Leo's baby pictures as the icon.

He taps the green button, answering the call. He tries to greet his son, but the words get caught up in his throat. Splinter waits for Leo to engage first.

"...Dad? Hello? Are you there?" Leo asks.

"...Y-yes, Blue. I'm here."

"Hey, where are you guys? We just got back to the room and it's empty. Did you take Mikey out or --"

"Leonardo."

The line falls silent. Splinter very rarely uses their names. Leo knows that whatever follows... is bad, bad news.

"...What happened....?" He whispers nervously.

"Did you not call for Mikey? Didn't you see him?"

"Call for --? No, why would I -- Pop, just tell me what happened! Isn't he with you?"

Splinter swallows again. He forces the words out.

"Michelangelo ran away from me."

Silence.

"...Where are you?"

"In the Hidden City center square --"

A blue light sparks from behind him, a sound of swirling wind and sparkling magic. He turns to see a portal open up, and Leo steps through -- face pale as a sheet, his expression constantly switching between absolutely furious and utterly devastated. He hangs up the phone, which he's practically crushing in his grip as he stomps forwards.

"Pop," he says, voice low and eyes wide. "What. Happened."

Splinter shakily explains about how he'd fallen asleep during the movie, and woken up to find Mikey in a manic state going around the room and shouting for Leo. He told him how Mikey said he'd heard his brother calling out for him. As he recounts the event to his son, the rest of the group pour through the portal, wondering what has happened. Splinter catches them up as best he can.

"...And then he jumped out the window and went off to look for you," Splinter stammers. "I went after him from the lobby, but by that point he'd already gotten to far away that I lost him in the crowds."

The old rat sighs loudly.

"I am so sorry, my son. I should have --"

Leo takes his father's hands in his own, getting down on one knee to be eye-level with him.

"It... it's not your fault, Dad," Leo trembles. "I should have known he wasn't ready... But I thought he'd learned his lesson. I thought I could trust him to..."

Leo groans, lowering his head in despondency.

"I just can't believe he made up a story about me calling him."

"...I'm not so sure he did..." Splinter murmurs.

Leo looks back up at him. His forehead wrinkles in confusion.

"What do you mean? He had to have made it up! I didn't call for him, and even if I did, I was miles above ground and even more miles away fighting noise-cancelling mutants! And you yourself said you didn't hear anything!"

"But that doesn't mean he didn't hear something."

Raph steps forwards, scratching the back of his head as he tries to understand.

"What're ya sayin', Pops? That Mikey heard something he thought was Leo?"

"Yes. Mikey wears his heart on his sleeve, his thoughts are never hidden. I saw the look on his face, how he responded... this wasn't an act. He wouldn't do that. He heard something. I am sure of it."

"Could it have been an auditory hallucination?" Donnie wonders aloud.

"There are hundreds of Yokai down here, many with mystic abilities and genetic ones," Splinter counters. "You'll find several people know how to mimic a voice."

"That doesn't explain why only Mikey heard it," Donnie chimes in. "And why someone would want to mimic Nardo's voice to --"

"...To lure Mikey away?" Leo finishes.

The group exchange glances.

"What if... it wasn't a Yokai or a mutant that figured out how to copy Leo's voice?" Raph realizes.

He turns to Leo, who grits his teeth and nods.

"Donnie. Trackers. Now."

"Already on it, leader," Donnie returns, clicking away at his wrist tech. "He's above the surface. Judging from the speed and direction he's going, I'd say he's in a vehicle."

"They found him," Leo gasps. "They're taking him back to the TCRI!"

"I'll call Bishop," Casey says, whipping out a cell phone and dialing the number he was given.

"What do we do?!" April shouts worriedly. "The last time we lost him, he was gone for a whole week and came back with no memories! We can't let them do that to him again, we gotta save him!"

"It won't be enough to just 'save him' this time," Donnie adds. "They'll only keep coming back for him. We have to stop the TCRI for good!"

"But how?" Raph asks, pacing back and forth. "I mean, how do we take down a secret government organization without violating any laws or branding ourselves as terrorists?"

"He has a good point," April relents. "You guys are already viewed as, like, New York City's personal cryptids! And the other mutants aren't exactly helping your case right now..."

"Maybe we can... I dunno, ask for help?" Leo thinks aloud. "From that Bishop guy? He said something about trying to take down the TCRI and the EPF. Maybe he can help --"

"I don't think so," Casey mumbles, nervously looking back at the group. "The number's been disconnected. I can't get through to him."

"What do you mean, disconnected?" Leo asks.

"It means that the phone is no longer in service," Donnie explains.

"Thank you, Dee. Where would we be without you."

"Probably in a dark hole making elaborate dances to elder gods hoping to get the cable working again."

Leo rolls his eyes.

"He meant what does it mean if a government agent that was working to help us suddenly has his personal phone disconnected, Dee," April grumbles.

"Oh, that. Well, that would indicate that his cover's been blown and they eradicated all proof of his existence so no one will suspect anything when he also disappears," Donatello elaborates.

The group go silent.

"Well, this can't be good at all."

"I'll try calling the other number, then..." Casey whimpers.

"What other number?" Leo asks.

"Agent Bishop gave me his contact info and one for a scientist or something that was helping him out. Professor Honeycomb, I think..."

Casey types the number into the phone and dials.

It's silent as they all listen with baited breath.

The phone rings once. Twice. Thrice.

"H-hello? Who is this? How did you get this number --"

"Uhhhhhh hi, i-is this Professor Honeycomb?" Casey mumbles.

"Honeycutt, and y-yes, it is! Who is this?"

"My name is Casey Jones, Agent Bishop gave me this number for emergencies and --"

The voice on the other end shushes him quickly.

"Please, keep your voice down... Bishop gave you this number? Then... you're one of the mutants? Or the human child?"

"I'm the human," Casey confirms. "Where's Bishop? He's not answering my calls..."

Honeycutt's voice pauses before hoarsely whispering back to him.

"...Bishop was taken prisoner by the TCRI. They found out he was working as a double agent for you guys... I don't know what happened to him beyond that. They haven't told me anything concerning his condition --"

"When was this?!" Leo asks, jutting into the conversation.

"Th-three days ago," Honeycutt responds. "They took him to a sublevel and locked me in my lab. Hang on a mo', you sound familiar--"

"Wait, they found you out too?" Casey yells. "B-but how do you have a phone?"

"It's my private burner phone, I keep it hidden for emergencies. Though, I'll have to destroy it after this call..."

"Listen, Honey-guy, they found Mikey again. They're bringing him back to the building as we speak. Is there anything can you tell us that might help?" Leo asks.

They hear Honeycutt hum as he thinks it through.

"Well, I know that they've been commissioning a heck of a lot of weapons designs and strange technologies, so if you were planning on storming the castle, prepare for heavy artillery. And be aware, they have video evidence of your existence."

"Video?"

"Yes. During the invasion. That's how we were able to identify the human boy -- er, Casey. And we have some surveillance of your home base, as well as drone shots of you fighting at the pier and in a junkyard. There's even some audio clips, if I'm not mistaken."

"Audio..." Leo connects. "That's how they had my voice... they caught me on tape!"

"You do talk the most," Donnie chimes in. "And the loudest."

Leo grumbles at him as Casey tries to continue the conversation with Professor Honeycutt.

"Why do they want Mikey so badly?"

"I can't say I am entirely sure, my field of research is mostly limited to the technological side of things. But I do know that Dr. Rod Timothy considers mutants to be the next evolution of humanity, and Dr. Chaplin was incredibly invested with Mikey's powerset and abilities. The last test he did with him seemed to really excite him."

"What test?"

"The test with the A.L.P.H.A. device--"

The phone's speakers pick up the sound of sliding doors, and a gruff voice that chastises Professor Honeycutt.

"Hey! Whatt're you doin'?"

"O-oh! Nothing, just... uh... talking to myself! Being isolated in an office space for a week can really affect a person's mental health, you know!"

"Well, cut it out! And get back to work!!"

"A-absolutely, sir! My apologies... Um... goodbye..."

Casey hears Professor Honeycutt lean close and whisper into his receiver.

"And good luck!"

The phone clicks. The line goes dead. The group stands in silence, exchanging soft glances between one another as they contemplate what to do next.

"...So? Any ideas?"

"We're going after him," Leo growls. "Now."

"NOW??" Casey gawks. "Are you serious? We have no plan, no idea what to do, or what kinds of weapons they have!"

"He's kinda right, Leo, this isn't exactly the time to do a 'go-in-guns-blazing-to-save-your-brother-because-the-enemy-kidnapped-them' type of thing," Raph mumbles, his hand subconsciously reaching for his eye.

"Well, last time we waited a week before going in! I'm not doing that to Mikey again. We're going back in there. Today."

"With what plan?" Donnie counters.

"With this plan..."

Leo gathers the group together in a huddle as he explains their next moves.

"Me, Raph, and Donnie will use our ninja skills to enter in from the vents at the roof."

"But what about me and CJ?" April asks.

"You'll need a distraction to get in. And I think I have a pretty good one in mind..."

.

.

.

Inside the TCRI lobby, the secretary sits behind her desk, typing away. A security guard sits beside her, trying unsuccessfully to flirt. It's late afternoon, and she's ready for a break so she can doomscroll on Facebook while absentmindedly eating her bagged lunch. She doesn't notice several people take position outside the front. But she does notice when when a young woman kicks the door to the lobby open with a furious expression.

"Hey, lady!" Cassandra Jones shouts, commanding attention. "You work at the TCRI or something?!"

"A-ah, yes?" The poor woman stammers, jolted by the sudden noise and aggression. "How can I help you?"

“I wanna see the boss man right now!” Cass yells as she rushes into the building. “I got a complaint against one of your products!”

“Excuse me?” The guard at the counter asks incredulously. “What product?”

“My toaster!” She yells, slamming a beat-up appliance onto the desk. “Look at this! It’s pathetic!”

“Um… we don’t… make toasters?” The secretary tries.

“Oh yeah? Then explain this!” Cassandra shouts, lifting up the bottom of the toaster to show a pathetic logo hastily printed on the bottom.

“…That says ‘RITC’, ma’am.”

“I wanna see the head geek!” Cass bellows, jumping up onto the countertop and pointing her hockey stick at the secretary. “Or I’m gonna smash this place to bits!”

Cassandra starts whacking the toaster with her hockey stick, then rams it into the computer. Sparks fly, and the secretary yipes as she hides under the desk, shouting for additional security.

Several guards rush in from an elevator. As they do, Casey Jr. and April run into the building quickly.

“GIVE ME TOASTERS OR GIVE ME DEATH!!” Cass battle-cries, body slamming into the guards that run in. “GIRL SCOUT SQUADRON, ATTACK!”

Several ten year olds rush in from their hiding places previously stationed within the lobby, and begin to pummel the men with stale brownies.

"Dang, Cass has been training them well," April mutters as she and CJ dash towards the closing elevator and slip through.

Cassandra winks at the two, giving them a thumbs-up before the doors slide shut and the lift takes them away.

"Well, that was easy enough," Casey Jr. sighs. "What's next, Commander?"

"You remember the plan," April says as she climbs onto his shoulders and lifts up the ceiling panel. "The guys will enter in through the roof and find Mikey. You go looking for Honeycutt and Bishop, and get them out. I'm going to the records room to find any information on this 'A.L.P.H.A. device' or whatever the doc called it."

"And we meet back at the turtle tank in 30 minutes, unless they call to abort the mission," CJ finishes.

"Right! See you then," April adieus, climbing through the vent and clambering away.

CJ stays in the lift, waiting for his floor. Following the building plans that Donnie had accessed for the original rescue mission, the private offices would be near the top floor.

The doors open, and CJ peeks around the corner.

The halls are empty. But there are security cameras twelve feet apart from each other. CJ activates a device from his gloves that Present Donnie made for him, igniting several mini zappers and firing them one-by-one at the cameras. They each go down with a fritz and a zitz.

Casey Jones Jr. makes his way down the hall. He'll rescue Honeycutt first, then the two of them will find where they've been keeping Bishop.

CJ runs, passing each door with caution. They all have names printed on them... Dr. V. Falco... Dr. R. Cobrato... Dr. F. O'Toole... Prof. L. Cycloid... Dr. M. Malignus... Dr. M. Richards... How many scientists does this place have?!

Casey spots one door in particular -- Prof. Z. Honeycutt! That's the one!

He goes to the door and starts pounding. It's locked. He rams against it, once -- twice -- three times! The hinges break loose and the door cracks down the center. Casey kicks it down the rest of the way and rushes into the apartment room.

"Professor Honeycutt!" He calls out. "Professor! I'm here to... rescue... you...?"

The apartment is empty.

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.

.

April kicks the emergency exit panel down and slides through the tiny opening into the hall. For the most part, it's deserted. There is one guard, but he's going to the exit stairs. Now's her chance!

April books it to the end of the hall, skidding to a halt as she gets to the records room. There's a keypad lock, but she's been prepared for this! She whips out a small ninpo USB drive that Donnie made for her and slams it into the keypad. There's a crackle of purple sparks, the keypad glitches, and then dings. The locks click and the door slides open. April peeks through and sees the room is empty. She ducks in before a security guard can catch her. It's dimly lit, but the files are all here. Now she just has to find the right one...

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[marzipanandminutiae]

The Other Nightgown Set, or, The Most Underappreciated Crimson Peak Costume

okay, CPeak fans. when I say Edith's nightgown, what do you picture?

this, right?

RIP to the gorgeous silk dressing-gown we never see after this scene. but I digress.

and yes, that is the more iconic one. but you're forgetting my own dearest-beloved, my #cozygoals, my unsung hero of Victwardian gothic loungewear...The Buffalo Robe/Nightgown Set

finding photos of this is ridiculously difficult, and that strikes me as a travesty. but it's a robe of a goldy-chartreuse silk-velvet, with what appears to be a salmon lining (silk again, I'm guessing), floral appliques, and a black sash. She appears to be wearing a lacy cotton nightgown underneath, although a rather short one- only to mid-calf. Interesting.

because Netflix cannot be screenshotted, I took photos with my phone of some details- pardon the quality, glare, etc.

The collar has piping of the lining fabric. This is done by wrapping a thin cord in the material you want to pipe with, and then stitching that whole affair between two pieces being seamed together. It's a pain in the ass to execute, IMO, but such a nice detail.

Our heroine is furnished with POCKETS! you can see lace on either side of the robe "skirt," either decorative pocket flaps or outlining the openings for normal, flap-less pockets. I can't quite tell which.

A slightly better view of said pockets as Edith regards the door that Eleanor (her mother) just opened using Ghost PowersTM.

I didn't screenshot this specifically, but her sash is a black ribbon- of course -with gold edges.

The Buffalo Robe interests me because it seems much more practical than what she wears at Allerdale. Sure, it's goth-tinged and lovely, but it also looks...cozy. It's not all the way up her neck, it's not silk brocade- it's soft velvet, and with pockets to boot. It's something the audience could see themselves throwing on over their own nightwear to lounge around the house. Plus, those pockets bespeak a need to carry things and do Activities- not just wander around crumbling manors with a candelabra looking appropriately ingenuecore. It kind of plays into an interpretive theory I have about Edith falling into the "world" of the Gothic when she goes to Allerdale- she's no longer in reality, sort of, so she gets this over-the-top fantastical nightgown as her primary outfit.

It also bears, I think, more resemblance to actual dressing-gowns and wrappers of the period than her Allerdale nightwear set:

(Dressing gown, 1880s. Fashion Museum, Bath, England. Earlier than Edith's vague 1895-7 aesthetic, but still similar.)

(Deaccessioned from the Rochester Historical Museum, New York, USA. This is described in the listing as an "1880s day dress" and the bodice does have a hidden button closure, but. Come on. The visual similarities are insane. I'm not convinced that Kate Hawley didn't see this dress somehow. Also earlier; also pretty close regardless.)

Makes you wonder if Lucille's got a more practical option stashed away somewhere, too...

[fumifooms]

Do you know about the Marchil h-doujin, just called "Marchil Meshi"? (Dunno wether you're comfortable about adult content regarding the ship. If not, sorry and feel free to ignore).

Imagine my surprise… When a few months ago, I was looking up places to buy doujins for dunmeshi online bc of that new-ish laimar (sfw) doujin and I find, many many nsfw ones bUT AMONGST THE HORDE… MARCHIL MESHI. I ate it up. It’s a lil iconic to me ngl, I quote it in my head sometimes. Marcille angrily gesturing always gets me cackling. It honestly has no business being this good, it was made pretty early on in the story so many years ago, and STILL! So in character, and honestly so funny, AND no weird business either. Like listen, I scour the internet, looking for any marchil content, any marchil content at all… And find a dry af desert, no life here, literally jackshit nothing. Only Pixiv has some afaik but the nsfw is def… Hm. 😔 (2 fics tagged chirumaru on there btw!! That aren’t mine lol) Thank you marchil meshi author if I had to pick 1 piece of marchil nsfw to exist I’d choose this one (honestly that’s already so close to reality lol) Thank u Asaki Takayuki I owe u my life. I like zines but I’ve never bought doujins before so it didn’t cross my mind, but dunmeshi is taking a lot of my first times in fandom engagement and I bought said laimar doujin just the other day hehe 

I do want to keep my blog generally sfw but yes I’m 100% cheering on nsfw marchil content from the shadows, glad that ao3’s finally getting some too. I hope that fic writer makes more… Tallman Chil is so so good but I hope they also do some more general premises, which the end notes on that one do make me hopeful 👀 I want more marchil writers in general. More marchil fanartists. Sfw nsfw idk I need to be fed 😭 (<- This post was drafted before that new marchil smut fic WOOHOO. So much new marchil content this week!!)

Oh while I’m here, I find this so funny/odd, but in japanese fandom ship names are simply the beginning of each name smushed together, like marchil or chilmar. The order of the names is that the first one is the "top"… Idk how jp fandoms live without switches but aight, but in m/f ships this means that typically the man is the first half of the ship name right. WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT marchil is so much more used than chilmar lmaoo. Even more stats: On Pixiv, the tag marchil had all the artworks, but the chilmar tag had all the fics. Ain’t that wack to think about. Anyways marchil or chilmar idc you go guys

Sighh thinking about them. They are so "I beg your pardon??!" "Then beg", "Fuck you!" "Fuck me yourself you coward"… Forget stamens and pistils, Chil is the cursed "You see, there are keys and there are locks…"

More under cut since I don’t get to talk about this often, screenshots and hcs for horny time

^ said panel that lives rent free in my head and makes me giggle. I wish I’d just put the whole page here it’s my fave but nahh go find it yourself

Why are they like this. Like what is thatttt

I need to stop collecting these I’m making myself feel insane (thank you fic writer for that last one I’d never noticed but omg)

Alright hc time what was I gonna talk about… Ah yes ah yes. I def think Chil is a pest, he’s horny and he wants sex and is flagrant about it, but also we know that he stayed faithful for 4 years without getting any, I feel like realistically the relationship sex wise would 100% be on Marcille’s pace. And this is the fun part, bc would Marcille be very eager? Would she want to do the romance book correct™️ route and that means no tapping until marriage, or he needs to court her all princely first? I hc that elves have a much lower libido than humans because of the whole long af lifespan thing, it’d be kinda funny if Marcille was like "Let’s take things slow… 🥺" aka first base achieved after two years of being together lol

But seee that’s the thing too bc Marcille is so afraid of loss she might rush through things as well, she very well could like, jump on him right after confessing. Is Chilchuck kind of a shithead or is he very gentlemanly and romantic, wanting to do it right and treat her well? They are such a blank canvas of sexual chemistry listen LISTENNN there are just so so many ways you can go with them they are so special. God the banter… They cannot stop bantering for a second I swear So many kinks they could fit… I like uhh praise kink for him and for her… Idk she just really loves him and the emotional adoration is what’s at the core of her enjoying it all so like, loving Chilchuck kink, which turns out those two really match together 🫶 He makes her sing and ummm um you see where this goes. They are so grossly in love and into each other

They are so domestic. I hate them

[imomisoplays]

Ham Ramen

Hello, tombler!

I’ll be moving on to Nanami Ito’s household soon, so I thought I’ll indulge myself with this last recipe (for a while!) from the ranch. However, today we’re not cooking with Stella, but please welcome (a) very special guest(s) – give it up for Osh Coush B'Gosh! It’s the club's (puny) name for cousins Leia, Soleil and Frejr. A little refresher if needed: Leia and Soleil are Stella’s children, while Frejr is Vienna’s son. Stella and Vienna are daughters of Kiyoshi Ito, making everybody introduced in this post Kiyoshi's grandkids. I consider adding Nanami's kids to the cousins' club too when they're older, since Kiyoshi and his wife Aria basically raised Nanami in my game. Phew, maybe a detailed family tree is needed for context.

One of the club's activities is to watch movie, and @midnitehearts's Studio Ghibli Movie Mod enabled us to watch Ponyo, an animated movie from the renowned Japanese production house Studio Ghibli. The gorgeous television set is the TELLY by @charlypancakes -- I use this television set everywhere, as the modern frame version can be seen in the background on Vienna's house here. So, so versatile. And if the TV is not centered on the fireplace, please pardon my (lack of) object-placement skill 😅

Soleil and Frejr are feeling particularly hungry after watching the scene where Sousuke and Ponyo eats ramen. The iconic "It's ham!" surely made their stomachs growl. Also, look at how cute they are. They will become teenagers soon, look at those puppy eyes! My friend told me this is exactly how parents felt seeing their kids growing up and becoming older. What a turn of events that I get to feel this with my imaginary sims children first. 🥹

As insinuated with some hints above, today we are cooking ham ramen from Ponyo. The recipe cc is made by @oni28 (click here to download). Please be aware that you would need to have Oni's Recipe Pack Mod (updated regularly on their Patreon) for the recipe to appear in your game.

Let me also introduce you to today's cook: Leia Ren. She's a straight A student on Chestnut Ridge High School, working part-time as a video game streamer and with an interest in robotics. Leia had the opportunity to graduate early, but since she hasn't decided what she wants to do for college, she still attended school as usual. Leia also helps in taking care of the horses, but she's not a hardcore horse person (completely different story with Soleil).

Ingredients for this recipe is simple but guaranteed to taste good: soft-boiled eggs, ham, and instant ramen. Loving the nod to the OG Nissin’s Chicken ramen package here. Leia's CC earrings are from @nolan-sims and can be downloaded here -- I always have at least one sim who uses a variation of Nolan's earrings for every outfit. Leia's mom Stella used to be that sim, but I revamped her style to be more refined (...or snob. Stella is that lady who lives in a ranch, owns two horses and does gardening everyday while being a snob y'all) as she grew older, so I'd like to imagine Stella passed down all these cute accessories to her daughter.

Leia slices the eggs and the ham. Are you wondering where Soleil and Frejr are? Well, they're on the kitchen too, stealing ham one slice at a time.

Leia starts boiling water to cook the instant ramen. The entire kitchen could hear Soleil's stomach growls. Our puppy Sol is shy because he's the only one being hungry, if only he knew Frejr is too but apparently a better actor.

After the ramen is cooked and plated, place the slices of ham and boiled eggs, and garnish with green onion. I love how @oni28 even made the bowl exactly like in the movie. It's the detail for me.

WE LOVE HAM! AND RAMEN! And we clearly do not have time for obligatory dining table photoshoot today, since the boys already went in and obliterated the food.

Ending the post with another angle of my Sol puppy. Next time we see him on this blog, he might probably be a teenager already... Ah, the hearts you'll break, young lad. Anyway, see you on the next one. Dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for ham ramen is taken from this post and this post.

Imomiso’s note: This post is originally posted on the now deleted blog.

[marky-iplier]

Bactor, wholesome Bactor? Pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺👉👈

Of course! Here u go :3 I'm not sure if this counts as wholesome but I tried sobs

Unexpected Confession (Actor!Mark x Butler Ben)

Valentine's Day. A day filled with love. However, not for Mark, perhaps. His, well now, ex-wife, had divorced him so he wasn't sure what to do on the day. He didn't have any ongoing project, he couldn't just stay in his manor for Valentine's Day. That would be sad. But, in reality, he did have someone to spend with and he finally knew what to do.

Ben's POV

I just finished dressing up in my room, just another day being a butler. It was around 8 in the morning and Master was not awake yet. He told me he wanted to go out and get some things for tonight. He wanted me to wake him up if he hadn't woken up after 9 AM.

After weeks of him, being alone, it felt miserable to see him being broken and sad. I also had this feeling that I tried to push away to maintain professionalism over being personal. It was hard, really hard but I couldn't help it. It was a job I needed to face. The news of the divorce saddened me but somehow I felt relieved. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

I went up to his room and opened the curtain, he just rolled over under his blanket, facing away from the window. I grabbed his iconic dark red silky robe and hung it on the bed frame,

“Can you turn off the lamp, please?” he groaned, plumping his face on the pillow. 

“Sir, it’s already past 8. I am afraid you need to wake up due to your schedule today,” I said. I grabbed some of his clothes on the floor and put them away in the laundry basket, then stood beside him to give him his robe when he finally stood up,

“Fuck, is it today? What date is it?” He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand, “14th February. It is Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, yeah. Is the driver here already?” he asked while standing up on the side of the table, I gave him his robe as he covered his half-naked body was only covered with negligees. I looked at my watch, “He will be here in 15 minutes, sir.”

“That’s enough time to get ready. Oh yeah, you’re coming with me for today,” he blurted. I was surprised, usually when he went out, I would stay in the manor to make sure everything was okay.

“Pardon?” I needed to make sure what I heard was correct. Him? Asking me to go with him?

“Yes, you’re coming with me to go out today. Now, will you excuse me, I need to get ready.” He went past me, heading to his bathroom.

I just stood there, trying to process what was going on. I did not expect that. This was going to be nice. I went downstairs to make sure the chef was already cooking breakfast for all of us.

“Is the breakfast ready?” I asked, walking inside the kitchen. The chef put down a plate of bacon, egg, and toast on the counter. Then, another plate of pancakes. I just grabbed two pieces of toast for myself from the stack of cooked toast, since I hadn’t had my breakfast.

"Oh yeah, have fun on your go out," the chef teased, smiling to himself while cooking breakfast for himself. I just turned around and looked at him confusingly, "How did you know?"

"I know everything in this house. Don't ask." Huh. Although I tried not to think about it too much, he was right. The chef knew about everything and everyone in this house because of his little buddy. I put down the plate of breakfast on the dining table, along with the utensils. I went to the bar to make his favorite morning cocktail, Mimosa.

It took me a couple of minutes to make the drink, and without delay, after finishing it, I went to the dining table to put down his drink. Everything was settled. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder which caused me to jump a bit, "Well, isn't this a wonderful morning, don't you think, Ben?" 

I exhaled, "Yes, indeed. I should check on the driver to get us ready, sir." Before I walked out of the room, he called my name, "Ben. Hold on. Why don't you sit down here with me? You can have these pancakes. Enjoy the morning with me,"

"Oh, I don't think that is necessary. I already had my own feast for this morning." He was still insisting, pushing the plate of pancakes to the empty side of the table in front of him,

"Please, I insist. I don't want to get too full." He took a bite of his toast. I couldn't resist his plead. I smiled and sat down in front of him, grabbing the utensils in the middle of the table. 

"Thank you," I said before eating the pancakes. He opened his mouth which was slightly full from the meal, "Yeah, yeah, no problem."

The breakfast was silent. This wasn't the first time he did this, it was pretty common so it wasn't something special. He just wanted to have someone to eat with after his divorce. I finished my food faster than him, oddly, because his food had less portion than mine. 

"I shall check on the driver now." I wiped my mouth and got up from my seat, heading to the front door. 

The car was ready and parked perfectly. I smiled and headed back to the dining table, "Sir, the car is waiting for you." He just finished drinking, "Oh my god, you know me so well, Ben. I will wait for you in the car, okay?" He tapped me on the shoulder. I grabbed the empty dirty plates, glasses, and utensils on the table to put them away in the sink. The chef was enjoying his food on the counter, "Here are the dirty dishes. I will go now."

"Yeah, man. Enjoy your time," he said. I went outside to where the car was, the passenger front seat was empty because Master took the back seat, his favorite seat. 

"Good Morning, Butler Ben," the driver greeted me when I got in.

"Good Morning."

"So, are we going to the Boutique, Mr. Iplier?" He looked up while reading a magazine, "Oh yeah, yeah. You know which one. Also, can you play another radio channel too? I'm kinda getting bored with this one. You know, to try something new," he said as he continued reading the magazine.

"Of course, anything for you, sir." The driver changed the radio channel as the car started, driving to one of the most popular department stores, I. Magnin.

The day went on, it was about a 45-minute drive from the manor. We went through the department store to get a new suit but the size seemed to be bigger than his. Odd. He also got a box of chocolate, a flower bouquet, and a wrapped gift. It wasn't much for him, was he going on a date? He looked at the time, we had been there for more than an hour. Why did it hurt me a bit knowing he got a new date?

"It seemed like that's all. We should head back now, don't want to miss my afternoon nap," he said while stretching his body. The Driver and I were just assisting him with his shopping bags. We just walked around the department store for quite a long time now. 

We headed back to the car, putting the items beside him as I went to the front passenger seat. Master was just sitting there in the back while crossing his legs while we drove back to the manor.

Third Person POV

Timeskip

Time passed by, and Actor Mark was getting ready for something. It was almost sunset, Ben on the other hand was cleaning up the house. The thought of Mark going on a date was stuck in his head, hurting him inside. He had been on the first floor for the whole afternoon since Mark had told him not to go upstairs because he didn't want to be bothered? So, he did what he asked, not going upstairs. 

After cleaning, Ben decided to head back to his room and clean up, taking a shower. He didn't have much plan that evening, perhaps, reading a book would help past the time.

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There were knocks on the door while he was fixing his tie after showering, and he wasn't sure who it was, the door was then opened, and it was The Chef, "Ben, Mark wants to see you upstairs on the balcony, he said that he needed help to prepare for his date or something." Ben looked at him, he needed to examine his facial reaction just in case he was messing around with him since he always did that to him,

"How can I be sure that you're not messing with me?"

"See it for yourself, man. You know how it is when Mark is mad." He narrowed his eyes as he walked past him, heading upstairs to the balcony.

The sun was slowly setting, it was a beautiful view along with dim lights from the city in the distance. He walked out to see a table set, the tablecloth, a vase of roses, candelabra, utensils, glasses, and plates. He didn't set this for sure. There was also the chocolate box and bouquet on one of the chairs. Ben felt relieved knowing Mark wouldn't be as miserable as he was after the divorce but again, a scar was made along the relief. 

'Wait, he's not here. Chef, I'm gonna come for yo-'

"Ah! Ben! There you are!" The familiar voice appeared behind me, he was admiring how amazing Actor looked in the suit, it was a different suit that I hadn't seen before, it wasn't the one that he bought. He shook his head a bit to brush off the thoughts, noticing he was holding two boxes that were wrapped beautifully.

"What do you need me for, sir?" he asked. Actor sat down on the opposite chair from where the bouquet and chocolate box were,

"How do I look?" he asked while facing me. 'Beautiful' 

"You look amazing, sir. Who is the lucky one if I may ask?" 

"Well..." He got up and looked down at the boxes, Ben was waiting for the answer nervously and anxiously. 

"One of the most amazing people I ever met." He smiled to himself, "I'm sure the person must've felt lucky to have you, si-"

"... and he's standing in front of me." 

Ben's POV

What? 

I was shocked by what he said. Me? No. The feelings that I had pushed aside came back at me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, I mean, he meant it as a friend, perhaps,

"I wasn't sure when the feeling appeared but every time you were there for me, it was like the first time feeling love again. I love you, Ben. Happy Valentine's Day," he softly said. His hands extended to me, lending me the boxes of gifts.

"You should try the suit, I'm sure it looks good on you," I was still speechless about what was going on but gracefully accepted the gifts. All this time, he also had the same feeling as me, perhaps burying it down. Or was he waiting for this moment to come?

"I... I am sorry. I am out of words. Thank you. I..." He was waiting for my answer, I couldn't form words in my head, "I also have been feeling the same way. I was just afraid that it would ruin my job." There I said it.

"Oh, Ben..." he stopped for a moment, "I noticed it, I was just waiting for this moment. I just thought that maybe it'd be more romantic if we do it right here, at this moment, during Valentine's Day." I smiled to myself, what were these butterflies feeling in my stomach? Should I just do it? Do it, Ben. Kiss him.

I put down the boxes on the chair. I turned around to face him as we both got closer, I could feel my heart beating faster, slightly sweating. I was taller than him so I needed to look down to see his eyes, I put my hand on his waist and slowly leaned down, planting my lips on his. He smiled and kissed me back. 

After waiting, it felt amazing. All those emotions just felt fulfilled. The connection and chemistry were strong, I could feel them. It was passionate. It wasn't long until I let go, "I should try on the suit now. Again, thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Mark from now on." I grabbed the bigger box, "I will."

I went to change to the new suit for the date tonight. The date that I didn't expect. 

It was truly planted as a core memory for me.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

White lies

Time to out myself as NieLan shipper I guess.

Special thanks to @apho-sappho for pitching and brainstorming this idea with me <3

This is part of my LWJ and NHS are besties agenda, this time modern AU flavored

Enjoy!

Wei Wuxian sighs, contently, as he takes his place on top of Lan Wangji, thoroughly sated and impossibly cuddly after their third round of the night. Lan Wangji can't help stealing a little kiss from his red lips, eyes trailing over the mess of bitemarks on his neck and collarbones. He looks really good like that, hair messy and eyes glassy, his skin bearing the proof of what they've just done.

"We really need to buy Huaisang a bottle of something for letting us do this at his place." He says, a finger tracing over Lan Wangji's jawline.

"Mn. Bourbon. It's his favorite."

"My, my, no wonder your brother thinks the two of you are actually dating."

"Wei Ying."

"I mean, you do know a lot about him. That's a prerequisite for a relationship, isn't it?"

"You know it's nothing like that." Lan Wangji rolls his eyes as he runs a hand through Wei Wuxian's hair to disentangle it. "My brother thinks if he likes a Nie, everyone should."

"To be fair, they are quite attractive." Wei Ying pretends to think. "They're also rich."

"I am also rich." Lan Wangji defends, irrationally jealous. Wei Ying laughs and kisses him.

"Anyway," he continues, "we can't really blame him, can we? The Nies are a catch. And it's cute, for him and Nie Mingjue to date, and you to date Huaisang too."

"He is not at all my type." Lan Wangji huffs. "Only you are."

"Of course you'd say that now that you got me in your bed." Wei Wuxian teases, "It would be a bit disrespectful not to."

Lan Wangji's eyes glint with mischief. "I thought you liked disrespectful."

"Shameless, Lan Zhan! You know that's not what I meant!"

Lan Wangji kisses him to hide a laugh.

"No, but if you think about it, you and Huaisang have been friends since you were children, right? There's, like, a friends-to-lovers trope right there."

"Wei Ying."

He laughs and kisses Lan Wangji himself, slow and playful, before he decides he wants to ask more, actually. "For real now, what was your brother even thinking pairing you up with Nie Huaisang of all people?"

"He believed we were... compatible. Since we have been friends for so long. And he and Nie Mingjue arranged these accidental dates for us."

"Accidental dates?"

"Like inviting us out to the movies and them not showing up, making reservations for two people instead of four and the likes."

Wei Ying giggled. Lan Wangji continued.

"They would also spy on us, but we always noticed them."

"How did they not give it up? I mean, I love you but you can get pretty awkward."

A deep sigh. "Huaisang decided it would be convenient to lean into it. He could use me as a cover up."

"Why, cause you're so good and so rule-abiding?"

"Mn. He would lie that we are going out together and instead go do whatever else he wanted that his brother disapproved of."

"Like right now?"

"Exactly."

"Where even is he?"

"I believe he went clubbing. Nie Mingjue has forbidden him from doing so after he maxed our three credit cards last time."

"Kind of iconic if you think about it. I'd love to have the money to do that."

"I can give you mine if you want. My card doesn't have a spending limit."

But before Wei Wuxian can make some dirty joke about that, Lan Wangji's phone goes off, Nie Mingjue's name lighting up the screen.

Lan Wangji sighs, sliding his finger over to answer. "Yes?"

Nie Mingjue's voice, barely above the noise around him, comes through. "Is my brother with you?"

"Yes."

There is an unnatural pause after.

"Try again."

Lan Wangji pales only a little bit. "Pardon?"

"My brother is currently sucking face with a stripper at the same nightclub I am in with Xichen. So, as I said, try again."

Lan Wangji's grip on his phone falters. "I have nothing to say in my defense."

"Good. Your brother is... out of it, but a talk is in order tomorrow."

Another unnatural pause.

"And say hello to Wei Wuxian for me." Nie Mingjue says and hangs up, his voice carrying proof of the teasing smile on his face.

Tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day.

[coldslaws]

REAL THO, the amount of found-family potential in that man is insane, he just looks like he radiates warmth and acceptance that eventually bleeds into N, their family dynamic needs to be studied under a microscope

Which is why the Anime version of him pissed me off so bad. Did you know that in the anime he falls asleep during his battle with Ash which completely embarrassed his Bouffalant, and in response to it not listening to him when he wakes up because he embarrassed it he smacks it on it's behind to force it into a head charge???

HE WOULD NEVER. It ends up charging at him instead tho (deserved) his Volcarona is never even featured in the story either! How are you going to have Alder and not show his most iconic Pokemon!? Asinine, I say, asinine!

He also hits on every woman he can get his hands on, like a Unovan Brock. Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, and eventually Cynthia. Him hitting on Cynthia basically sealed his fate as a shit ass character in the eyes of people who only watch the anime. It's sad.

- 💌

AWFULLLL BAD AWFUL. SCORN. HE WOULD NOT. 👎 ive never watched ash's anime outside of when i was like, a microbe. ive been considering it just to see what they do with n (and i hear anthea and concordia are much more present and fleshed out too) but if i have to be subjected to shitass alder i may explode so idk. at least evolutions, short lived as it is, gives alder a decent portrayal. ns reaction to his "he's conned all of us!" always makes me. hrgggrg.hh. you know

its kinda funny because ash's anime isn't even the only medium to totally splice his character for no reason. there's another manga out there where alder is weirdly like. eccentric to put it nicely, unhinged to put it honestly. he throws hilbert in the trash for some reason and attacks him repeatedly. he sides with n, not because he believes in their ideals, but because he wants to be left alive after the world gets scorched. he's just weird and borderline evil. mind you i never read this manga myself directly cuz iirc i couldn't find an english translation but i just read a synopsis and viewed the untranslated pages and was like. pardon? so maybe my understanding isn't totally accurate, idk

the awesome part about pokemon existing in various different mediums at the hands of a ton of different writers is the broadness and nuance in each character portrayal you can find. and the awful part about pokemon existing in various different mediums at the hands of a ton of different writers is the broadness and nuance in each character portrayal you can find. am i right gamers

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 45: What Follows in Shadow

What do I even need to say at this point? There's going to be spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series in this post? Block the tags? Some kind of quip about the picture here being the result of seeing spoilers and/or protection against it? Not so. This place is far too decayed to be much of anything, anymore.

Not so for the chapter though! It starts with an icon of the Flame of Tar Valon, another reflection of how the crew would have died so many times in these early days if it weren't for Moiraine keeping them going.

“I had not dreamed the decay had gone so far. If the bridges themselves are breaking, it may be that I cannot find the path you want. It may be that I cannot find a path back, either. The bridges could be falling behind us even now.”

It's cute that Loial assumes any amount of significant decay means the whole thing must be collapsing as they speak. Everything must seem hasty to an Ogier.

Rand took the bay up beside the Ogier. “When this is over, Loial, you show me your stedding, and I’ll show you Emond’s Field. No Ways, though. We’ll walk, or ride, if it takes all summer.”

I hope that they do get to do this, after everything is over. Loial absolutely deserves to know Rand is alive - once he's published his book - and getting to be road trip buddies is exactly what they'd both love.

The Aes Sedai rubbed her fingers against her palms distastefully. “You feel the taint, the corruption of the Power that made the Ways. I will not use the One Power in the Ways unless I must. The taint is so strong that whatever I tried to do would surely be corrupted.”

Was it even safe to channel in the Ways back before the corruption? The place is so orthogonal to normal reality that you'd think the Power would be weird here as a general rule.

“People there mentioned a gleeman, but they said nothing of him dying. They would have, I think, if a gleeman had been killed. Whitebridge is not so big as for a gleeman to be a small thing. And Thom is a part of the Pattern that weaves itself around you three. Too important a part, I believe, to be cut off yet.”

No body = no death. It's a trope that's about as old as storytelling, so Rand should be ashamed of himself for not being sufficiently genre savvy.

Rand found himself grinning back. Burn me, if I didn’t come out best for a change. I wish I knew as much about women as Perrin.

This is possibly the only time that it makes sense for one of the boys to assume that another boy is more of an expert than him, what with Perrin being solely responsible for this victory by mentioning Aram while Egwene's getting jealous about Min. I'm really glad we're basically done with this because this version of Egwene is annoying. I miss likable Egwene.

As she passed from him to Mat, he wondered if she thought it was that simple, that she could tell him he was safe and he would believe it. But somehow he did feel safe—safer, at least. Thinking that, he drifted into sleep and did not dream.

Sounds like it is that simple, Rand. Placebos are powerful things!

Lan pushed the bow down before Mat could nock another. “Stop that, you village idiot. There’s no way to tell who it is.”

Let's just all appreciate how wonderful life can be when Lan snarks. I am willing to pardon the show for most all the rest of its Episode 7 & 8 awfulness that couldn't be helped because of COVID and Harris leaving but that was no reason for them not to steal Disney's CGI actor insertion tech just so that we could hear Daniel Henney say those words.

“If you fall behind, Warder,” Loial said firmly, “you’ll spend the rest of your life in the Ways. Even if you can read Ogier, I have never heard or read of a human who could find his path off the first Island lacking an Ogier guide. Can you read Ogier?”

Didn't humans make this place, Loial? Surely those dudes were able to go between the first steddings to connect them?

The Aes Sedai faced them calmly. “Trollocs.” She ignored their frightened gasps. “Or Fades. Those are Trolloc runes. The Trollocs have discovered how to enter the Ways. That must be how they got to the Two Rivers undiscovered; through the Waygate at Manetheren. There is at least one Waygate in the Blight.” She glanced toward Lan before continuing; the Warder was far enough away that only the faint light of his lantern could be seen.

Moiraine is normally so subtle and here she's just going, "Great job to your family for making our lives so much harder, Lan. Shame they couldn't hold Malkier for just five more decades. It only lasted a thousand years before they fucked it up."

Moiraine might not have believed a trap could be set for them, but for all the haste she spoke of, she made them travel more slowly than before, pausing before letting them onto any bridge, or off one onto an Island. She would step Aldieb forward, feeling the air in front of her with an outstretched hand, and not even Loial, or Lan, was allowed to go ahead until she gave permission.

I really wonder what she's up to here. She says she's not channeling in the Ways unless absolutely necessary, so it can't be any active probing with saidar. Moiraine also can't sense anything happening with saidin at all, so that doesn't work. Are the circumstances so dire that she's channeling a very small weave of the power, wiggling it around in the hopes of finding somewhere it can't go because there's already saidin, and then letting go as quickly as possible?

Loial pulled his horse up just short of the next Island and cocked his head to listen. Slowly his face paled, and he licked his lips. “Machin Shin,” he whispered hoarsely. “The Black Wind. The Light illumine and protect us. It’s the Black Wind.”

Machin Shin is that delightful third ingredient in the inhuman cess pit that Padan Fain is about to become. It's another standout bit of weirdness in that like Mashadar we don't really get any hint as to why metaphysical evil should suddenly take animate form. There's lots of theories about where the wind really comes from, both semi-credible (another Ba'alzamon project, since the Ways only started going dark around the time of Hawkwing) and bizarre (a parasite that infected the Ways even though most parasites need some kind of reason to exist), and we get neither answer nor (unlike mashadar) resolution. Perhaps Jordan intended for the Ways to be cleared out during the Last Battle as part of some desperate gambit to save Caemlyn? We'll never know.

Moiraine raised her staff and flame lanced from the end of it. It was not the pure, white flame that Rand remembered from Emond’s Field, and the battle before Shadar Logoth. Sickly yellow streaked through the fire, and slow-drifting flecks of black, like soot. A thin, acrid smoke drifted from the flame, setting Loial coughing and the horses dancing nervously, but Moiraine thrust it at the gates. The smoke rasped Rand’s throat and burned his nose.

Pro-tip should you ever find yourself in an extra-dimensional singularity with keyed points of egress: Do not try to burn through the barriers! It will not end well and depending on just how badly you bork space-time it may not appreciably end.

The wind shrieked in agony; it screamed in rage. The thousand murmurs that hid in the wind roared like thunder, roars of madness, half-heard voices cackling and howling promises that twisted Rand’s stomach as much by the pleasure in them as by what he almost understood them to say.

It's interesting that Rand's first true taste of madness isn't from channeling at all, huh? If I'd told you this paragraph was part of his Callandor sequence in Path of Daggers, wouldn't you have been pretty likely to believe me?

Flesh so fine, so fine to tear, to gash the skin; skin to strip, to plait, so nice to plait the strips, so nice, so red the drops that fall; blood so red, so red, so sweet; sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams. . . .

Another great mantra for meditating to! Always sing your screams folks!

“There is worse to be faced yet,” Moiraine said softly. Rand did not think she meant it to be heard.

She meant for you to hear it Rand, just not any of the others, or the political queen here woulda kept her mouth entirely shut.

And now it's time for me to close my mouth, folks. See you next time as we finally make it to Fal Dara and get the real dangers going!

[kyra45]

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[savage-rhi]

Mending Shadows // Chapter 11

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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As soon as Ardyn closed the doors to his residence, he pressed his back to the wooden frame. An irate sigh coursed through him as he could feel his phone blowing up in his left jacket pocket. He wanted nothing more than to hit a wall, however, he couldn’t afford to cause a scene. Not when there were several Imperial Help and guardsmen lurking about the halls. 

Rubbing his forehead, Ardyn lingered on Y/N’s last remark in the bathroom. The same guilt he had while at Verstael’s lab bubbled up inside of him. He wasn’t one to feel remorse like this, and it troubled Ardyn a great deal. Before it could consume him further, he looked up and noticed the Imperial Help he had dismissed from Y/N’s side. She was humming a faint tune, somehow off key, and Ardyn could scarcely believe it. 

An idea began to brew while he observed the Imperial Help rearranging some plants near one of the grand windows, looking out into Gralea. Ardyn wanted to limit Y/N to himself given their precarious partnership, but he knew that wouldn’t last forever; not when he was going to primp them into becoming an imperial icon. Then there was his duties as Chancellor. He had more than enough missing assignments to last a lifetime after his absence, which didn't leave much wiggle room to be at Y/N’s side minus the time he had painstakingly carved out. 

There was also a sinking thought that dwelled in Ardyn’s heart: he didn’t want Y/N to feel isolated from the world. As much as he held bitterness toward them for past transgressions, he dare not put them through anything similar to what he endured at Angelgard. 

Thus, Ardyn eyeballed the Imperial Help. He raised his brow every so often at her odd mannerisms while she cleaned. He could tell she was clumsy. Not someone he would stake counting on for his personal use, but he tried to keep in mind that Y/N seemed at ease with her presence. Keeping Y/N complacent and content was what mattered the most.

He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, then decided to make his presence known. 

“My dear,” Ardyn raised his voice. His gaze neutral while he watched the poor woman spin around and stumble, nearly knocking over a tall vase with flowers in it.

“C-Chancellor Izunia!” Tuti exclaimed, quickly brushing her apron and performed the formal cordial head bow. Somehow in between greetings, she managed to almost trip over herself. “Is there something you need, sir?” 

Ardyn furrowed his brows. He was beginning to have second thoughts about this arrangement, but convinced himself that he shouldn’t be quick to judge. 

“How did you get along with my guest who you so kindly helped bathe before my arrival?" 

Tuti raised her brows. Of all the questions he could have asked her, this was quite forward. Then again, she shouldn’t have expected anything less given the rumors that surrounded him. 

“They were nice!” Tuti nodded out of reassurance. “A little sad, and they looked miserable, but I was comfortable in their presence. Do you need me to assist them further?” 

Ardyn grinned. “That’s what I like to hear!” 

“Chancellor?” 

“You see,” Ardyn paused, filtering through his head on how to word his request. Like he had told Y/N earlier, Imperial Help were known gossipers. He needed to be tactful, but honest. “My dear guest isn’t of this land. They are having trouble finding their feet. Since the both of you got on so well, I’d like for you to become their personal keeper.” 

“P-personal keeper?” Tuti made a face, unsure of herself. “Beg of your pardon, Chancellor, but what would that entail?” 

This woman can’t get any more dense… Ardyn thought to himself. He sighed and smiled reassuringly. “It’s a rather simple affair, my dear?” 

“Tuti,” She almost squeaked. “My name is Tuti, sir.” 

“Tuti,” Ardyn repeated it to himself then continued. “If my guest is hungry, you get them food. If they aren’t feeling well, you call for aid on their behalf. If they need someone to rant and rave with, you let them vent. Are we on the same page?” 

“Yes, sir. So essentially,” Tuti raised a brow while her mind combed over his words. “You want me to be an assigned friend?” 

Ardyn shrugged and nodded. “In a manner of speaking, yes. However, there is an extra layer of responsibility to this position, actually, quite a few if I’m being honest.” 

“Sir,” Tuti spoke up shyly. “I’ve been working in the palace for only two years. I don’t have clearance for this sort of assignment, and I don’t think the Palace Warden will approve of something beyond my station.” 

Ardyn chuckled at her expense while hearing the fright in her voice. “Do you fear the warden?” 

“Um, fear is putting it mildly, sir.” Tuti rubbed the back of her neck, unsure if she should be honest with someone of his standing. “I’m-I’m sure you know he’s a no nonsense kind of fella!” 

“Very observant of you. I must say I am relieved I’m not the only one who thinks as such.” Ardyn smirked, watching Tuti begin to ease herself in his presence while she giggled nervously. He rested his right hand upon her shoulder, feeling Tuti freeze up like a doe. 

“At the end of the day, I am the Chancellor am I not? My word would surely override someone such as a Warden. Wouldn’t you be inclined to agree?” 

“Y-yes sir!” Tuti nodded. She felt her face turning red, mostly out of fear. Though his touch didn’t hurt by any stretch, she felt a sense of foreboding. As if Ardyn was letting her know he could easily destroy her life if he so wished. 

Tuti gulped. “What about my current  job position and duties?” 

“Think nothing of it!” Ardyn mused. “I will have a personal chit chat with the Warden and the arrangements will be made without you having to lift a finger!” 

“Okay,” Tuti murmured, not having the strength to challenge someone of his caliber. “Um, is there anything important I should know about your guest while they’re staying in Niflheim?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes. My guest,” Ardyn lowered his voice and leaned in. “Is facing an ailment that none of us should even wish upon our enemies. They are important to the empires research. I’m sure you understand what I am hinting toward.” 

Tuti’s eyes widened in shock. “The star--”

“Shh,” Ardyn put a finger to his lips to silence her. He gave Tuti’s shoulder a squeeze. “You, my dear, are one of only three people in the entirety of Niflheim that know of this. Should I hear slander, or if my guests presence alerts authority on caliber to my calling, I’ll know it was you who squealed. Do we understand each other?” 

Tuti swallowed, feeling her life flash before her very eyes. She nodded quickly to Ardyn’s statement, and froze at a singular thought. “Am I---am I---”

“Infected? No, my dear,” Ardyn shook his head. “My guest cannot spread it. If they could, they wouldn’t have the pleasure of being in my company.” 

Ardyn’s golden eyes lingered over Tuti, making sure he had instilled enough fear into her before he let go of Tuti’s shoulder and straightened his posture. He put on a wholesome smile, acting as if he wasn't menacing mere seconds ago. 

“This will be a grand opportunity for both you and my guest,” Ardyn said as a matter of fact. His smile never waning. “I am counting on you to make Y/N feel most welcome in Niflheim!”

“Certainly, sir!” Tuti gave a thankful bow with her head. 

“Grand,” Ardyn exchanged the same pleasantry in return before he gestured past Tuti. “I must be on my way to a meeting. Whatever tasks you have assigned at the moment, disregard and go back to my chambers. Keep Y/N occupied. I’ll talk to the Palace Warden about my throwing a wrench into your schedule. Good day, Tuti.” 

Ardyn brushed past her and began his journey out of the palace. All the while, Ardyn braced himself for an onslaught of discussion. The phrase “nothing is guaranteed in this life but death and taxes” crossed Ardyn’s mind, and he stifled a laugh, knowing he broke the mold with both subjects. 

At the top of Zegnatus Keep, in the hollow end of the grand imperial room, Ardyn could feel time slipping away bit by bit while he listened to the debates being had. It was such a dreary affair that he caught himself almost dozing off. Nevertheless, Ardyn was poised and focused. He had meticulously tuned out most of what was being said, save for any interesting tidbits he could later exploit or needed to make note of. 

Seldom did Ardyn offer much to the conversation overall, preferring to weigh out his options before committing. That didn’t stop him from making a jest here or there to either lighten up a bad moment, or to throw someone under a bus for humorous expense. Ardyn considered himself quite a snake in this regard, remaining coiled and silent, and only striking when necessary. There was only so much venom to go around after all. 

“Gentlemen, I am proposing that the surplus in Niflheim’s treasury, be allocated to the war efforts.” Ravus, the prince of Tenebrae began while taking the reigns of the conversation to a new subject. 

“And I’m assuming you want a pound of flesh for yourself?” Verstael chuckled from afar, smirking while Ravus cast a brief glare toward him.

The tension between the two men was so thick, that Ardyn was half tempted to tell them both to get a room. He had to stifle a laugh, earning a few raised brows from the group before he went back to listening to Ravus’s proposal. 

“As I was saying before being interrupted,” Ravus cleared his throat. “The surplus couldn’t have come at a better time. As we stand, despite taking over the Western coastlines of Lucis, we remain outnumbered when it comes to ground troops, and it’s been reported to me that the people of Tenebrae on foot are growing weak. They have been without the basics for quite some time. I implore the council, and his excellency,” he bowed his head toward Aldercapt for a brief moment. “To allocate forty percent of the surplus to be distributed to the men and women fighting this war on our behalf.” 

After Ravus made his peace, the councilmen began to talk among themselves. The sudden screech of a chair being moved grabbed everyone’s attention to Verstael, who stood up from the table and smiled at Ravus. 

“Pardon my interrupting,” 

Ardyn looked to the left at his colleague, noting the smile Verstael wore wasn’t one of kindness. It was one of malicious intent. If Ravus was a lion guarding a meal, then Verstael was very much the cunning hyena that would try and steal a morsel from the jungle kings meal.

“As it so happens,” Verstael gestured. “The Research Ministry is in need of more funding. I am in the midst of a breakthrough that will ensure the next generation of magitek soldiers are more formidable than the last. You see, gentlemen of the council, my staff have discovered the faulty gene that has made generations 4 and 5 deteriorate too quickly. It’s a relatively easy fix, however, the equipment to pull off such a large scale upgrade will be costly. I am proposing that the Research Ministry be given eighty percent of the surplus, with the rest going to Tenebrae, out of courtesy to our alliance.” 

“Eighty percent!? Hasn’t the Research Ministry taken enough funds to last several lifetimes?” Ravus, exclaimed while he stood up from the war table, casting a glare to Verstael who simply huffed in annoyance at the accusation. “Chief Besithia, your faction has received enough gil to build a magitek army five times over, while my people are starving in enemy territory!” 

“I mean no disrespect to you nor your country’s patriotism,” Verstael feigned sincerity as he gave an apologetic bow with his head toward Ravus. “However, the majority of the fighters in this war are not humans, but biomechanical soldiers. They will eventually outnumber the Lucians to where your people won’t have to put themselves in danger. I am merely trying to expedite the process so that there is not a huge loss of human life.” 

“What about the men and women currently present?” Ravus gestured bitterly. “Tenebrae has sacrificed much on behalf of the empire, and this war, for the greater good! I wish to ensure this alliance of ours continues to proposer, but I cannot continue to use living people as expendables for machines.” 

Ardyn zeroed in on the conversation, preparing himself to make an entrance. 

“Are you threatening to pull out, Deputy?” One of the councilmen spoke up concerned. 

“I am merely bringing gravity to the situation at hand,” Ravus said in his defense. “Every time there has been a new budget proposal, the majority always goes to the Research Ministry. I mean no accusations, but given how much money is being thrown at Chief Besithia and his staff, I am failing to see why anymore is needed.”

“Are you calling for an audit, dear prince?” Verstael forewarned with a gentle yet firm voice. “By all means, if you’d like to see my receipts, I wouldn’t mind us having a heart to heart. Perhaps I could even give you a tour of one of our new facilities since you seem so skeptical.” 

The underhanded threat was enough to make Ravus learn forward, tempted to crawl across the very table and wring Verstael by his thick neck. Word of mouth throughout Gralea stated that if Verstael invited someone for a lab tour, they were never found again. Ravus had come to find out that it was an open secret. From there, the words between the men and the rest of the council became less strategic and more or less bickering. 

“Excuse me,” Ardyn raised his hand, giving a playful wave while he grinned. “I have an inquiry for our esteemed Deputy Commander!” 

The chattering ceased, while all eyes drifted onto the Chancellor. Even Aldercapt watched intently and smiled. 

“Chancellor,” Ravus addressed Ardyn, giving a curt nod toward his ally. His shoulders tensed. 

Ardyn gave a bow with his head in return and smiled. “Precisely, how many battles have you won?” 

Everyone in the room was silent. The only words exchanged were physical non verbal expressions. Ravus himself was taken aback as he thought it over.

“I’ve won over fifteen, and I have led over twenty five factions into combat. Chancellor Izunia, may I ask why--”

“So you would say you’re quite competent when it comes to fighting?” 

“Yes, as you know I’ve been trained since I was a boy to become a warrior. As heir to Tenebrae, it's my duty to be competent in battle.” Ravus’s firmly stated with caution. “Chancellor Izunia, may I ask why--”

“Precisely how many wars have you won?” Ardyn interrupted. He canted his head curiously toward Ravus. 

There was a long silence among the entire group before Ardyn chuckled. “Has a goblin ripped out your tongue?” 

“I haven’t won a war,” 

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch that, can you speak up?” 

“I haven’t won a war, as of yet.” Ravus bitterly corrected toward the end, now seeing the trap he had unintentionally set up for himself. He glared while Ardyn continued. 

“As of yet,” Ardyn repeated gently, almost out of spite. Some of the councilmen chuckled quietly, while Ardyn observed Ravus grow red in the face. 

“Chancellor Izunia--”

“Deputy Commander,” Ardyn raised his charismatic voice, interrupting once more and smiled. 

“While myself and the rest of the imperial council do not sense an ounce of incompetence in a man such as yourself, my esteemed colleague Chief Besithia has you outmatched in two ways: one, Niflheim is winning this centuries drawn out battle due to the applications Chief Besithia’s staff has created. And secondly, it’s because of these very applications you yourself have made rank up the chain of command. Do pardon the potential insult, but if I so happen to recall, Chief Besithia ensured the empire’s victory over Tenebrae some odd years back thus winning a war. You did say you have yet to win one, so he has you beat there.”

“What is your point, Izunia?” Ravus glared. He was clenching his fists so hard, that his skin was turning a blue tinted opaque. 

“The point is, Ravus, that you have no credentials to justify that huge of a finance to be gifted to your country. However, I admit I could be wrong too!” Ardyn playfully said. His voice flexing to further drive home the point that he couldn’t entirely be trusted. Nevertheless, Ardyn stood up, physically commanding the entire council to gaze upon him. 

“I’d like to kindly propose to his excellency, Emperor Aldercapt, and the councilmen of the treasury to consider letting me run the numbers if only to sate the quarrel between the two gentlemen before us!” 

“Then so be it! Our Chancellor will give the final say to this transgression. I entrust a swift judgement will come along within the month.” Aldercapt exclaimed, not giving anyone in the room the chance to debate or take a vote. It was painfully obvious he was eager to move on from the subject, out of what little tolerance he had for both Ravus and Verstael. 

Ravus didn’t say a word as he sat down, although he didn’t hide his disappointment while he crossed his arms and eyed both Verstael and Ardyn with contempt. He knew damn well what Ardyn’s final decision was going to be, and he didn’t like it one bit. 

“Chancellor Izunia,” Emperor Aldercapt’s croaking voice took hold of everyone, even grasping Ravus out of his self pity. “It’s a blessing from the gods that you are still with us after your terrible malady!” 

Behind Ardyn’s smile, he gritted his teeth at the remark. While Aldercapt wasn’t a deeply religious man, he played everyone else in the council with such religious proclamations. It was a tool Ardyn himself used. 

“You honor me a great deal, excellency,” Ardyn gave a formal bow, taking off his hat and placing it over his heart. He put it back on and took a seat.  

“A pardon Emperor Aldercapt, while we are all grateful for the Chancellor’s return to chambers after taking to illness, the Deputy Commander did bring up a vital point regarding the war that has led into a bigger issue at hand.” One of the councilmen sitting next to Ravus decreed, bringing all eyes onto himself. He swallowed before continuing after no one protested, and stood up so he could project easier. 

“My reputable resources have informed me that Lucis is taking advantage of low morale amongst our human troops and Insomnia’s anti-imperial propaganda is flooding every mainstream outlet across Eos. It has gotten to the point where my colleagues and I have heard whispers that factions in Accordo may be planning rebellion.” 

“As it stands, how much ground are we to lose in Lucis?” Aldercapt asked. 

“More than thirty three percent,” The councilman sighed sadly. “That counts for the coastlines we worked so hard to establish bases near. At the rate we are heading, we can forget about re-establishing rule in Leide and Duscae.” 

The councilmen began to whisper amongst themselves in a slight panic, and Ardyn watched as Aldercapt’s face began to mirror the emotions the men all held. He glanced at Verstael who gave him a faint nod and a smile, knowing it was almost time to pull out the trump card they had carefully crafted together. 

“While we know that the Lucian army in the grand scheme of things isn’t as powerful as us, their resolve to stand together is strong. Unless we can counter their propaganda with something more effective, we may win the war but lose the people’s favor and in time, that can undo all the years we’ve put into securing Niflheim as the greatest nation in Eos. I’m not even going to elaborate on the quarrels happening among our own men in the Gahlad Region and how that has already undone peace talks with Lucian reps.” 

“Dear councilman, I may have a solution to our misfortune!” Ardyn chimed and stood up once more. He grinned in a childlike way that made Ravus tense uncomfortably. 

“Aren’t you just full of them tonight?” Ravus balked in a whisper, earning a raised brow from Aldercapt before he looked upon the Chancellor with curiosity. 

“Proceed, Chancellor.” Aldercapt gestured. 

“Most certainly! I must profess that what I am about to share may be upsetting to some, and I kindly implore the gracious men of this room to lend an ear and remain silent until I have delivered the entirety of my thoughts.” 

Ardyn took advantage of the initial shock from the council, grabbing the reigns with his words. He further solidified his dominance as he stepped away from his chair, and began to walk around the table. His stride was careful and exuberated his flamboyancy. 

“As it so happens while I was on leave, I came across a most remarkable creature while visiting our coast! This person shared with me their perilous tale of how they braved the oceans of Eos seeking refuge in Tenebrae, their ship having capsized during a storm. Once I garnered their trust, did they reveal to me that they hailed from Lucis.” 

As Ardyn suspected, the majority of the councilmen couldn’t resist chattering. An event this bold was too much to get men to shut up. Despite the scrutinizing stares, shocked faces, and even the looming glare Aldercapt held, Ardyn persisted to uphold his end. 

“After further interrogation was performed, I found the reason for their self imposed exile. This Lucian is quite disenfranchised with the monarchy, and has been unfortunately abused by the very people--the very soldiers--who were supposed to protect them during the war. The actions committed against them are so grievous, I dare not speak it aloud, not wanting to break their confidence. I leave the rest to your imagination. Even before councilman Gregor mentioned there may be descent among our ranks and those of nations we have conquered, I saw fit that taking the Lucian to the capitol would prove to be fruitful in our pursuits of winning the hearts and minds of our enemy. Think about it gentlemen: what better way to beat the Lucian’s and their propaganda than to use a citizen of their own country against them? The timing is perfect!”

“A little too perfect,” Ravus remarked loudly. He shot a calloused look at Ardyn as he drifted by his seat.

Various comments were made soon after as the chambers erupted. 

“Chancellor Izunia, while this is rather...grand in a manner of speaking, there is a strict penalty of death for enemies that cross into our lands during war. This is unheard of!” 

“No one has broken the law like this in centuries! How could you be so reckless?” 

“Can a Chancellor do that?” 

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” Ardyn gestured his arms outward while he projected his voice. Despite the growing restlessness among the flock, Ardyn remained vigilant in his charisma. He smiled warmly and acknowledged everyone with a quick look to the eyes, further pulling the men into his web. 

“I’ve heard your concerns, and as your Chancellor, I take the word of you lot seriously! So may I indulge on the facts of the matter?” He shifted his gaze onto Emperor Aldercapt, relinquishing some of his power by throwing the ball into the old man’s court. 

Ardyn knew this was risky, for Aldercapt’s eyes were embedded with a quiet rage. An anger ferocious enough to cut down a man’s logic. He could easily flip the tables, and call for Y/N’s execution before another word could be spoken. Ardyn remained audacious, even as sweat pooled at the back of his neck while he observed the stern cast of a scowl that seemed to be permanently etched on Aldercapt’s wrinkled face. 

“You may proceed, Chancellor.” Aldercapt begrudgingly stated, and gestured for the room to quiet down. 

Perfect...He had the emperor ensnared in the net along with the rest. 

“Gentlemen, I know our laws quite extensively and am aware that my bringing a Lucian back to the capitol sets a dangerous precident. Nonetheless, I followed protocol when it comes to enemy interrogation. Chief Besithia can vouch for my good faith in the Lucian. He has personally examined them too.” 

Verstael quickly got up, clearing his throat after he coughed. Ardyn couldn’t help but give a slight roll with his eyes. 

“Chancellor Izunia’s words are truth, and I and my staff have found no such information to indicate the Lucian is a spy, nor part of the Glaive.” Verstael said with confidence as he gave a bow with his head toward Aldercapt, signaling that on his neck he was being honorable. He sat back down, peering over at Ardyn with a knowing smile that he had lied through his teeth. 

“Even with this Lucian harboring such hatred for their own land, what makes you believe they will comply with being a propaganda piece for Niflheim? You said so yourself they were seeking asylum in my country.” Ravus spoke up. He narrowed his gaze upon Ardyn, making his intentions well known that he was going to try to pick this thing apart. If he could get the Chancellor to fumble, it might secure his chances of obtaining the surplus from earlier. 

Ardyn chuckled amusingly. He knew exactly what the boy was driving at. Ravus didn't have a leg to stand on, however. 

“Believe it or not dear prince, they were quite grateful for the hospitality I offered and agreed to adhere to whatever terms and conditions I or the empire see fit. I have already begun the application process to take the Lucian as my ward. If our guest behaves in a manner that is deemed worthy of great penalty, I will take responsibility for any potential trespass. Think of it as insurance. None of you standing here, especially our great excellency, will not have your reputations soiled on account of an idea gone awry.” 

Ardyn paused and felt euphoric hearing the gasps from the men within the room. If there was one thing Ardyn prided himself on, it was playing into the theatrics of the miserable old fools before him. Ardyn was slowly starting to see the light form in each of their eyes; how they were warming up to the initial idea now that the threat to the men’s egos, morals, and power had been curbed. All that he was uncertain of, was Aldercapt. 

The commotion was silenced by a wave of Aldercapt’s hand as his right arm shot up. The tension in the chambers was thick as the old man remained calm while he made his decree. 

“As unorthodox as it may seem, and quite risky, I commend Chancellor Izunia for thinking outside the box to help our great nation be seen in a warmer light across Eos. We cannot win this war without demonstrating that we are as merciful as we are indomitable,” Aldercapt turned his head to councilman Gregor. “Councilman, I would like for you and Chancellor Izunia to create a more cohesive plan of how to best exploit this idea.” 

“Yes excellency,” Gregor stood up quickly and bowed before taking his seat. 

“And Chancellor Izunia,” Aldercapt paused as his eyes lingered on Ardyn, he offered a genuine smile for the first time during this meeting. “I trust that you’ll continue to lead by example and ensure the Lucian is integrated into our customs.” 

“With the greatest of honors, my liege!” Ardyn boldly proclaimed.

“It’s settled then,” Aldercapt closed his eyes and let out a tired breath. He could feel his body yearn for rest, and decided to make one last announcement before ending the day. “Given the late hour, and these recent revelations, I believe we have conducted enough business regarding the war for the day. You are all dismissed.” 

Aldercapt stood up, observing his lessers follow suit. After the cordial bows were given, did he fixate his attention on Ardyn. 

“Chancellor, do kindly hold back.” 

Ardyn stopped mid walk upon hearing his summons. He furrowed his brows and confusion settled on his face. His mouth opened to speak, but he dare not interrupt the final conversation Aldercapt was having with one of the war sponsors. 

When Verstael walked by and toward the exit, the two men made eye contact. Ardyn rolled his eyes in the direction of the emperor. Verstael made a face and shrugged, looking beside himself as to why Aldercapt would want a private meeting since everything went well. The chief researcher then gestured with his right hand for Ardyn to text him later about the ordeal to which the latter nodded. After giving a thumbs up, Verstael departed. 

Ardyn waited until Aldercapt’s discussion finished and the last man left the war room. His eyes carefully followed the sponsor, up until the man closed the door behind him. Once the latched clicked, did Ardyn make his way over to Aldercapt. He respectfully took off his hat, placing it over his chest while giving a faint smile and a light bow with his head. 

“You wanted an audience with yours truly?” 

“Hmm.” Aldercapt nodded then gestured with his right hand. He led Ardyn and himself to one of the great windows looking down from Zegnatus Keep and into the capital. A fondness grew in the emperors eyes as he studied how tiny the world was, how it all was beneath him. 

“Tell me Izunia, what do you see when you look upon the capital from this height?” 

Ardyn raised a brow but nonetheless made his observations. While his amber eyes combed over clouds and little dots of light emitting from the ground, Ardyn was calculating. Trying to be a step ahead if possible. Alas he was stumped. He scratched the side of his nose while putting his hat back on. 

“Should only your thoughts on the subject account for anything?” Ardyn encouraged. He turned his head toward Aldercapt and offered a sincere shrug. “You are after all, the great ruler of this nation. I merely carry out your command.” 

Aldercapt smirked. “Ever the cordial gentleman. Too humble for your own good.” 

Ardyn watched Aldercapt step closer to the glass. He noted how the emperor placed his hand upon it and went neutral. 

“I’ll tell you what I see,” Aldercapt began. “I see stepping stones. Every person under my rule is a piece of a larger puzzle that will lead me to what is rightfully mine: the gift of immortality. That which you promised with your brilliance.” 

Ardyn made a fist with his right hand before he settled, he then laughed. 

“Are you worried about the progress dear Verstael and I are making? Fear not! The closer we get too obtaining the crystal from the Lucians, the sooner I can make due on my oath. I am a man of my word. You will have your immortality and perhaps your family back should the gods continue to show favor!” 

“Ah,” Aldercapt acknowledged. He then removed his hand from the window before his fingers tensed upon the glass. “You mistaken my remarks for impatience. Allow me to explain further regarding my metaphor.”

Ardyn remained perplexed. He had dedicated years to studying the psyche of the Niflheim emperor. So much so that the grand leader himself didn’t know he was a pawn in a much larger game than the one he had been conducting against Lucis. Ardyn didn’t like this “knowing” Aldercapt seemed to have now. It was as if the emperor was holding onto a secret, one that not even the Adagium could break through. 

Aldercapt’s expression suddenly became threatening. “From Zegnatus Keep, and all through the slums of Gralea, I know where every puzzle piece goes within my realm. You can imagine my shock when just now I’ve come to find that there’s an unknown variable among my grand design. A piece that doesn’t belong. I’d very much would love to hear an explanation for why the Chancellor, my second in command, neglected to touch base with me regarding his harboring of a Lucian.” 

Ardyn felt his pulse rise as did his thoughts. The groused tone of the emperor foretold where Y/N truly stood in Aldercapt's eyes, and Ardyn instinctively felt an urge to protect what was his. Hiding his trip to Lucis mattered a great deal, but as far as Ardyn was concerned, it took second precedence. 

“A thousand apologies for my serious lack of foresight,” Ardyn morosely stated while concocting a lie on the spot that he could bend to his will. He performed a full bow as an act of begging for forgiveness. "I was not myself while ill. Between the ailment and the war, communication slipped my mind. I want to assure you that the Lucian will be of no consequence to your vision. You have my word." 

The answer seemed to please Aldercapt, but an air of suspicion remained. He grunted for Ardyn to rise back up to which the Chancellor obeyed. 

“How compliant would you say they are with the propaganda plot?” 

“Thus far there has been no opposition, but do keep in mind that the poor thing has been through much. I am breaking them in little by little. I implore you to have my confidence when I say it’ll be easy to sway them.” Ardyn said as a matter of fact, making note of the doubt that began to show itself in Aldercapt’s weary eyes.

Averting his gaze toward Gralea below Zegnatus Keep, Aldercapt contemplated over Ardyn’s idea and explanation. A part of him was still enraged that the Chancellor, someone only a ranking below himself, kept something like this a secret.

“Continue to proceed with grooming this Lucian to our liking.” Aldercapt murmured. “I do hope however that this side project doesn’t become a distraction to your research on my quest for immortality.” 

“If I may,” Ardyn began, making note of Aldercapt raising a curious brow. “I understand I overstepped a great deal by not coming forth. I know too that the risk of assassination and plotted coups are nigh, and that the empire cannot afford to be weak in its homeland. If I need to be made an example of at a later time, I won’t stop your judgement.” 

Aldercapt’s eyes widened at the proposition. He raised a hand, waving down Ardyn and chuckled while shaking his head.

“No such thing will come to pass. You are Niflheim’s Chancellor. The law doesn’t touch the likes of you and I. However,” He paused and captured Ardyn’s gaze in full, daring him to try and look away.

“Yes?” 

“I don’t like being undermined,” Aldercapt stated firmly. “What you did, though it was out of seeing the greater picture of our current issues, made a mockery of me to the council. You have helped the empire a great deal with your many years of service, and have turned the tide of the war to our favor, but at this point I cannot condone acts of bad faith. I consider letting a Lucian live despite our laws, to be quite treasonous. I already let slide your little tantrum in Insomnia years ago. I will make this clear to you once and only once: step out of line again, and I can easily have you thrown back onto that sorry island known as Angelgard, where you were once a nobody. Do we understand each other?” 

A cold numbness fell upon Ardyn. Still playing to his role, he took his hat off, putting it to his chest and gave a bow. “Noted and understood.” 

“You are dismissed, Izunia.” Aldercapt said, waving him off. 

“Excellency,” Ardyn put his hat back on and began to take his leave. He was almost to the doors when he heard Aldercapt clear his throat. Ardyn stopped and turned his head to the side, listening intently. 

“Sir?” 

“A word of caution from one man to another based on observation,” Aldercapt advised. “Don’t get attached to all your ideas .” 

Ardyn scoffed, shaking his head and ventured out. As soon as the large doors closed behind him, he allowed his frustrations to show through his face. Not caring if anyone passing by took heed of it. There was no time to dwell on threats. He needed wine, a few treats, and time to ground himself for what was to come.

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Inside a Vanderpump Rules’ Finale Watch Party: ‘Super Bowl for Women’

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Hot on the heels of a certain highly publicized, certainly suspicious break-up in the Bravoverse, bars, restaurants, and homes across the nation held watch parties Wednesday night for the season finale of Vanderpump Rules. Naturally, I had to attend one, and living in New York City, I was spoiled for choice. However, a gathering at a bar on the Lower East Side, thrown by Alyssa Polinsky—otherwise known as The Bravo Witch + Astrologer—seemed, well, written in the stars.

While most other watch parties likely offered variations on the iconic goat cheese balls, Pumptinis, or Scheana’s enchiladas, Polinsky’s proffered frozen concoctions, an…interesting crowd, and most unique of all, astrological analysis of the entire ensemble cast.

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7:50 pm: Two women who appear to be in their early twenties walk past me en route to the bar wearing t-shirts that read: “Never trust a Tom” and “Team Ariana.” We make eye contact, so I flash them my toothiest Midwestern grin. But because this is New York City and not middle America, they answer with a scowl.

8:00 pm: I’ve reached my destination, The Skinny Bar and Lounge. The walls are red, the ceilings are dotted with disco balls and multi-colored Christmas lights, and the overall vibe is reminiscent of a teen club of my youth—one that held foam parties, Usher remixes, and a lot of kids whose breath wreaked of Popov and dissolvable Listerine strips.

8:07 pm: I order an Aperol spritz and survey the crowd. As to be expected, the bar is teeming with women. Some have dressed for the occasion (sequins), but the majority—myself included—seem to have arrived straight from work. An even closer look reveals a surprising number of men. 

8:15 pm: “This is the Super Bowl for women,” Polinsky says. “Like, this is something we need as a society.” The host has graciously distributed sachets of smudge sticks, crystals, and an astrology cheat sheet that shows the sun, moon, and rising signs of the entire Vanderpump Rules cast sans Peter because well, no one cares. I’m not surprised to learn that Tom Schwartz—the man who couldn’t find a spine if it were served to him on a plate at SUR—is both a Libra sun and moon.

8:21 pm: I tell Polinsky I’m shocked that so many seemingly straight men are in the space. The optimist in me wonders aloud if they’re an underrepresented species in the Bravoverse. “I don’t know...I think they’re just smart enough to go to a bar with a lot of women.”

8:28 pm: On the way back to the bar, I accidentally bump into a woman wearing a Rick and Morty t-shirt who then proceeds to grip me by my love handles and follow me as if we’re starting a conga line à la Kathy Hilton.

8:33 pm: “Are you an ENFT?” the woman who introduces herself as Hannah* asks. Pardon? My handwriting, she notes  is indicative of a personality type. Or, was it my intelligence? “Smart people have good handwriting,” she says, quickly pulling up a Reddit thread and shoving it beneath my nose as if it were a sacred text. Eventually, she moves on.

8:35 pm: I strike up a conversation with two women in their early twenties—Elizabeth* a long-term fan of Vanderpump Rules, and Sarah*, who until tonight, hadn’t seen a single episode. “It’s relatable to a lot of people,” Elizabeth tells me of the show’s draw. Really? I watch because it kind of feels like a fantasy. Blessedly, my life isn’t so complicated. Sarah nods her head in agreement and notes the elevated fame Madix has managed to achieve post-split: “I mean, when I got cheated on, all I got was heartbreak.”

8:50 pm: I ask Sarah whether she thinks she’ll become a fan of the franchise after the finale. “No,” she answers succinctly. “It’s a one-night stand.” She could have done much worse!

8:55 pm: The sound at the bar is abruptly cut in lieu of a microphone in the corner. “Ladies and gentlemen,” a man announces. “Wait,” he stops short. “What’s it called again?” he prompts a nearby patron. “Oh, the season finale of Vanderpump Rules will begin in five minutes!” 

9:00 pm: The time has come, and it’s punctuated by actual screams—my own, mostly—and then an eerie nothingness. I can’t recall a time a bar has ever become this quiet.

9:07 pm: The showdown between Sandoval and Madix that’s been teased  is in full swing. He asserts the affair had nothing to do with his ego or the fact that they hadn’t had sex in a while. (The latter is too often a topic of conversation this season.) “Oh give me a fucking break,” someone spits just over my right shoulder. Literally, there’s saliva on my cheek. I peek around and find that the voice belongs to a man in his 30s who appears to have attended this watch party by himself. He’ll remain within earshot for the rest of the episode. His commentary is my favorite.

9:10 pm: “KILL HIM!” a woman nearby bellows after Sandoval asserts to Madix that Leviss actually treats him with respect. I concur!

9:15 pm: The bar has now taken the shape of a movie theater playing a horror film. Everywhere I look there are screams, shudders, sloshed drinks, and hands shoved over eyes. And then Madix utters what I will personally ensure becomes an immortal line in Bravo history: “I regret ever loving you.” 

9:22 pm: Danielle Olivera, a member of the Summer House cast, is in the building and a tall gentleman keeps ordering drinks at her behest. 

9:28 pm:  “She could’ve followed me,” Sandoval bemoans of Madix not discovering his cheating earlier. More shrieking ensues because yes, it was her fault for not catching his poorly manicured hands all over Leviss as she mourned the deaths of her beloved grandmother and dog.

9:30 pm: Sandoval becomes emotional. Again. “He’s totally faking it,” the man with the superior commentary over my right shoulder tells me. 

9:33 pm: One of the single—seemingly straight—men I noticed earlier can’t tear himself from the sight of the adulterers basking in the glow of their own gall—and Leviss’ galaxy lights. His beer sits untouched in front of him, his eyes alert and unblinking. Good for him.

9:50 pm: Things are winding down. Hannah is in a state of embrace with a dude that’s either her boyfriend or would like to be. Elizabeth and Sarah are cashing out. The raffle winners will soon be announced. The prize? I can’t be certain but I’d wager it’s a reading from Polinsky. I regret not entering. 

10:00 pm: I’ve now laughed, I’ve cried, and I’ve flipped the flatscreen off. 

10:15 pm: Only a few people have stuck around for Watch What Happens Live. Apparently, even Madix’s first tell-all post-#Scandoval isn’t enough to keep asses in the seats. Frankly, I don’t know what it says that a scandal can more easily fill a bar than a celebration of a scorned woman’s newfound successes. Madix has a hot new boyfriend and heaps of high-profile invitations—but while healing may be aspirational, apparently, it’s not nearly as enthralling as  heartbreak.

Personally, I don’t exactly revel in the very public unraveling of two strangers’ relationship as if it’s a sporting event—not even when it’s a collective experience. But the absolute bloodbath that will surely be the three-part reunion? Well, I’m already at the bar.

Let us help you procrastinate. Sign up for our daily newsletter.Inside a Vanderpump Rules’ Finale Watch Party: ‘Super Bowl for Women’ Hot on the heels of a certain highly publicized, certainly suspicious break-up in the Bravoverse, bars, restaurants, and homes across the nation held watch parties Wednesday night for the season finale of Vanderpump Rules. Naturally, I had to attend one, and living in New York City, I was spoiled for choice. However, a gathering at a bar on the Lower East Side, thrown by Alyssa Polinsky—otherwise known as The Bravo Witch + Astrologer—seemed, well, written in the stars.

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🦁🦁🦁 Hello , The Lion ���️

Whats up❓

Look , In order for ABSENCE to turn into PRESENCE one day , it is necessary to take the FIRST STEP ✅ and get what you WANT ‼️

How long can you sit in the Bushes 🌿 like a Partisan and secretly dream❓

In the swamp of dark thoughts , doubts and fears , you can drown with your head 😱

♥️♥️♥️ The Beautiful Songs 🎵 especially for you on the Topic :

🔥🔥🔥 DIANA ROSS "AIN'T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH" 💋

"DO YOU KNOW WHERE Y0U"RE GOING TO ?"

"LOVE HANGOVER" 💘

🌹🌹🌹MICHAEL JACKSON { CHILD } & HIS CRYSTAL VOICE :

"AIN'T NO SUNSHINE" ,

"I"LL BE THERE"

"WITH A CHILD"S HEART" 💋💋💋

💙💙💙 NE~YO "ONE IN MILLION" ♥️♥️♥️

JANET JACKSON

"FEEDBACK" .

TONI BRAXTON

"UN~BREAK MY HEART" 💘💘💘

TONI BRAXTON

"YOU"RE MAKIN" ME HIGH" 🔥

♥️🦁🦚🐯🦋🐻🔥

I offer you my Saving Hand , hold on ~ I will get you out of the Captivity of the Dark Forces !

Don"t be afraid ~

I"m with You 💚💜

🦁🦁🦁 Oh , what a beautiful Jacket with a COOL LION !

THE EMPEROR OF ALL BEASTS !

The Male Powerful Cosmic Force of the Lion lives in you !

The best of the bests in Nature 🌳 !

😁🤩😛 My dear 🌞 with this Bandage on your Right Hand 🤚, you remind me of the TERMINATOR 🦾

Ha Ha , a little Humor and Jokes for the Mood 💋

OH MEN ‼️

How different you are from Women ...

We women are more resilient and tolerant of pain and physical suffering .

And Men are often very vulnerable and sensitive ~ and even a small incident with the body knocks them out of their normal state .

If a Man easily cut his Finger or fell into the back seat , got a Bruise , this is already a Universal Tragedy that requires special attention from others 💥💥💥...

And at these moments , Big Men become like Children , touching and tender , sensitive and defenseless 🦋

🍓🍒🍓🍒🍓🍒🍓

You know ,

I want to sit next to you now , take you by your injured Hand , press it to my Cheek , and Kiss 💋 it .., so that your Hand is instantly healed 👌

I"m sure you know how LOVE ♥️ Heals ...

I hug you , my Big Teddy Bear 🐻 , and You become

absolutely HEALTHY 💜💜💜

My Strength , Energy & Love 💘 Heals you , do you feel❓

Amit ji 💝 , I wanna take you by the hand & go to a Cool Fashion Professional Stylist , so that He makes a New Hairstyle on your Head ...

This hairstyle of yours on KBC adds 20 years of age to you !

Hair and hairstyle should make a Person younger , fresher and more beautiful , and now I see on your head a not very attractive Hairstyle ...

You used to look much Cooler !

I mean only the Hairstyle .

Don"t take offense , okay ?

This is only my personal female view and opinion .

You can have your own opinion , maybe you like to look older , and that suits you ...

In any case , you decide what you look like ...

It is not always good when there is a lot of Honey in Admiration , sometimes healthy Criticism is also useful , right ..?

🦾 By the way , ARNIE"s favorite and iconic Terminator Phrase is "I'LL BE BACK !"

And it"s 💯 % relevant today , do you agree , my precious ..?

🙃 I remember SNOOP DOGG calling himself SNOOP LION ! 😛

By the way , I love SNOOPY , all his Songs and Movies are Super Cool !

Listen ~ you"ll like it !

SNOOP DOGG 😎 "LAY LOW" ,

"SWEAT" ,

"DROP IT LIKE IT"S HOT" ,

"PHENOMENON" ,

Many other Songs 🎵 of SNOOPY is really the Best & COOL 😎 !

NEW ALBUM "B.O.D.R" ...

Well , I hope that I entertained you tonight 🙏

I need it too , cos my mood & condition also balancing 50×50 or 0×100 , for a present f**king { pardon } situation

SINCERELY HOPE THAT WE SHALL BE SAVED ASAP 🕉 🙏 🔮🪔♥️🏮🎵

OH YAH , I LOVE 💘 YOU THE MOST WITH THIS HAIRSTYLE ⤵️👌

♥️♥️♥️ WAH , WHAT A STYLE , WHAT A CHARM , WHAT A MAN 💋

SEE YOU SOON 🕉 YOUR 🐼

DAY 5741

Jalsa, Mumbai Nov 5, 2023 Sun 10:13 PM

Birthday - EF Madhur Mohan Sharma Sunday, 5 November .. 🌹 all our wishes for this day of your birth .. love from the Ef family ..

I do make attempt despite the handicap but then when were there none .. life is the challenge of the handicapped and they always find a way and succeed .. as must they should .. so

no more apologies .. just get going ..

the kids special going on and they are not kids at all .. such fun and such a jaw dropping moment ..

Love and more later ..

Amitabh Bachchan

ॐ नमों शिवाया , दूध और जल का स्नान , तुलसी पे जल प्रतिदिन , रविवार को शिव जी पे दूध चढ़ाने के लिए मना किया था, पर GOJ के बाद चढ़ा दिया ,, 🙏🚩

[onesourceofbadinformation]

the essay on sparks' dreams is coming eventually but for now

I need to know more about how you see sparkscroach. Stat.

Also!!! I learned during my relisten of the bits with Cactoid Jim in them that my fave USSA guy, Gene Peeples, iconically Space Jewish was Space CATHOLIC in his second appearance and Space Jewish was a retcon. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. They should just give Joshua Malina all the Space Judaism jokes he seems to know what he's doing.

Also also do you remember when Billy the Bot said "I'm a metal robot wearing a hat" after a brief line flub where he and Croach swapped lines kind of? Because I think about that a lot.

I am moving so pardon the disorganized thoughts. They also used my questions for the trivia game and NOBODY REMEMBERED SPARKS' MIDDLE NAME and said MEJ wouldn't even remember. Are you kidding? MEJ would remember. Marc Evan Jackson IS Sparks Nevada. They have the same birthday!! (Proven by Danger 2.0 in which his password is August 21st which is MEJ's birthday) -Tintissi

first of all, sorry for the late response! i promise i have not been ignoring you, just very busy and wanted to take the time this deserves to respond to.

sparkscroach is just so real and true to me. in the first recorded episode they bodyswap. in the second recorded episode there is egg sac stimulation that is explicitly sexual. and it just gets worse from there. sparks impregnates croach. for anyone who hasn't listened to sparks nevada, marshal on mars, that is not a joke or exaggeration in any way. he got that martian pregnant. i love whenever they "break up" and are so fucking lost without the other. and when croach dies in sparks' arms? fuck off!!! and then off course the egg dreams. my opinion of sparkscroach is essentially "they are in love and will never admit it due to being horribly disgustingly stubborn." it's one of the first "ships" that i got really into—i was 15 when i started listening—so it has a lot of nostalgic value to me.

i wish i remembered more of these details, it's been at least 5 years since i last relistened in full... i barely remember gene peeples unfortunately, though i do remember the ussa stuff! i don't remember the "i'm a metal robot wearing a hat" either, though i do love when they fumble lines or start laughing or when things go wrong in some way. live theatre babey!!!!

also i have to be real i didn't remember sparks' middle name until i looked on his wiki page. that's really cool they used your questions for a trivia game!!! also omg his birthday is coming up...happy early space birthday sparks nevada my friend..

best of luck with moving!! :)