#shadow ban prison

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

okay so this shadow ban is so frustrating. I'm constantly seeing people in my feed who I used to interact with, and it's been nada since I was put in prison. soooooo...

if you see this, can you kindly like it (or reblog) so I can get an idea of how many/which actual people know I still exist?

[thebctman]

I’m finally free holy shit!

[shadowandlightt]

Of Nightmares and Memories | Eleven | Azriel x Rhys' little sister! Reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Shadows dance around you as you stand in the hall of the townhouse. You hadn’t stepped foot inside of it before. Hardly even paid any attention to it when you were little. You were sure Rhys had to have updated the interior. Because the townhouses on this block were nice, sure, but not nearly as cozy as this one seemed. 

Outside, the city was buzzing with life. So much so that it made you want to shrink away even further. Run to the mountains again, lock yourself away in the house of wind. Cassian and Azriel both resided there….you wouldn’t be alone. But you couldn’t face leaving Rhys, even if he had Feyre to worry about. 

First taking her to the prison, then taking her to the Weaver. He had to be insane. He wouldn’t clue you in on what was happening in the world, but you knew something had to be going on. He made mention of feeling safer once you were in Valaris, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. But you did hear him. And you would press him on it later. But now you needed to find your own footing again. 

“He had the twins set up a room for you,” Azriel said softly, hand gently resting on your shoulder, “No one can get in this house without permission, Rhys saw to that. And that includes me and Cass.” 

“Cassian,” You breathed out, suddenly remembering the man who was once like a second brother to you, “Where is he?” 

You spin around to face Az, and the door. There’s a look of surprise on Az’s face. The last time you saw Cassian, you’d punched him hard enough to break his nose. You had gotten into an awful fight with one another, that didn’t end until his blood was dripping on the floor. You remembered feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of him bleeding everywhere. 

“Sulking,” Az’s lips turned up slightly, “He wanted to go to summer, but he’s since been banned from the court for destroying a building or two.”

“He what?” You questioned, eyes darting back to meet his. 

“Story for another time.”

“Can you bring him here?” You question, not ready to fly at all, let alone to the House of Wind. 

“Why don’t we fly to him?” Az rose his eyebrows in a question. 

You shook your head, backing away from him just a step, “I don’t want to fly.” 

You didn’t want to summon your wings, something you hadn’t done since the day you were taken. You hadn’t allowed yourself that one pleasure, not when your mother’s wings were so cruelly cleaved from her body. Not when you had two long, thick, scars running down the length of your back from where Tamlin’s brothers cut into your flesh, thinking somehow they’d bring out the wings that were once there. 

“You don’t want to fly?” He questioned slowly, “You love to fly.” 

Your head shakes again as he tucks his wings impossibly tighter to his body, as if he was trying to hide them amongst the shadows that dwelled there. He didn’t know in full what happened to you, or at least you hoped he didn’t. You hoped his shadows hadn’t reported to him as it happened, only adding to the chaos of him trying to reach you in time. 

But by the time he made it to that clearing all that was left was two bodies hacked into pieces, one of your mother and one of your maid that accompanied you everywhere, and more blood than should have been possible. You could remember the way the grass was coated with it, soaking into the earth below. You wondered if it left a stain on that land. 

“Come back to me,” Az whispered, stepping towards you, “Leave all of that behind, and come back to me.”

“I’m right here, Az.” 

“Are you though?” He questioned softly, “Because I’m not so sure you are.”

You shiver with the memories that keep flooding your head. The sound of his voice as he begged you to be strong, that he would be there soon. 

Breathe, you had to remind yourself. Breathe, you’re free again. You’re home in Valaris, you’re with Azriel, and he would never let anything bad happen to you as long as you’re with him. You knew that in your very bones. But it didn’t make this any easier. 

Little Star?

Rhys’ voice made you jump, forgetting for a moment that you could still speak to one another. It seemed strange having him in your head after so long apart, you hadn’t even noticed the feeling of his mental claws gently stroking your mind. 

I’m okay. I promise Rhys. 

Az doesn’t seem to think so.

You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to send a vulgar gesture down the line back to Rhys. Instead you flopped down in a near by chair. 

Az needs to mind his own business for once. 

Go flying with him. Please.

Go tell Feyre she’s your mate, dear brother, and I’ll think about it. 

He retracted from your mind with that. The feeling of him being gone left you feeling utterly empty. You’d forgotten what it felt like to have someone else in your mind, how full you felt. Full of life, full of thought. Full of emotion and oftentimes joy. 

“Don’t rat me out to my brother,” You grumble at Azriel. 

“I’m just worried,” He admits, stepping to sit on the edge of the chair across from you. 

“You have no reason to worry,” You try to convince him, acting as if you’re brushing off some dirt from your shoulder. 

“I think I have every reason,” He said so softly you almost didn’t hear him, “Why won’t you come flying with me?” 

You shake your head again, “If you witnessed what I did that day, you wouldn't want to fly either.”

Her screams echoed in your ears. Terror ripped through your bones again, no matter how hard you tried to fight it. You remind yourself again and again that you’re safe, and free, and home. Because this place felt more like a home than the House of Wind ever did.  

“You weren’t there, you couldn’t understand,” You told him quietly. 

“Don’t remind me that I failed you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t fail me.”

“I didn’t make it to you in time,” He replies, “I failed you in that way, and in every way after for the last few hundred years. I gave up on you.”

“Everyone did,” You simply shrugged, “I even gave up. I don’t blame you for what happened that day.”

The sound of mighty wings cut off any reply that Azriel could have, before the door was being shoved open and Cassian came quite literally running inside. His hair was half up in a messy bun, dripping with sweat. His shirt was haphazardly thrown on, like he’d been in the throws of training when someone, probably Rhys, told him to get his ass down to the townhouse. He looked around, chest heaving with every breath. He wasn’t out of shape, no he was far from that. But you’d watched him train before, you knew how hard he worked. And you could imagine he was panicked, just by the look on his face. 

He dropped the broadsword he held in his hand, staggering forward a few steps. You gently stood, not wanting to spook him. But he already looked as if he’d seen a ghost, and maybe he had. Because you certainly felt like a ghost of who you’d once been. A ghost of the person that used to laugh alongside Cassian at everything. 

“Y/N?” His voice broke, “Brother, what kind of trick is this?” He turned his full attention to Azirel, demanding answers. 

Azriel said nothing though, only inclining his head towards you. A silent confirmation. Tears filled the general’s eyes as he looked you over, trying to reconcile the girl he once knew when the women standing before him. 

Your own eyes glossed over as you watched him. He shook slightly, so slightly it could’ve been missed, if you weren't paying so close attention to him. He surged forward, so quickly he was nothing more than a blur of dark hair and wings as he scooped you up in his arms, pulling you from the ground. He held you as tightly as he possibly could, sobs leaving his body. You couldn’t stop your own sobs as they shook your whole body. Clutching onto him, you breathed in his scent. Something distinctly Cassian and the smell of sweat. Truthfully, he reeked and needed a bath. 

“How are you alive?” He cried, not so discreetly, “We helped Rhys bury your body.” 

“No, you didn’t. That’s what they wanted you to think,” You try to explain, “It was Michaa that you buried.” 

“But-” 

“Don’t grill her on this, Cass,” Azriel warned, finally speaking. 

Cassian set you down and held you at arm’s length, finally really looking you over. You’d grown taller since the last time he saw you. He assumed in another life, you would've been fuller too, but you still looked gaunt even after a while away from the spring court. Your hair was longer and darker, much like Rhys’. Your eyes weren’t as bright as they once were, but the light was slowly coming back to them. You were slowly coming back to life. 

“I missed you, Cassi,” You sniffed, knowing how much he hated that nickname when you were children. But you couldn’t say Cassian when you first met him. 

“Cauldron boil me,” He groans out, using the back of his hand to wipe at his eyes, “I never thought I’d hear you call me that again.”

“I need a drink,” He says suddenly, making his way into the kitchen, “Az?” 

“Pour me one too.” Az nods his head, sinking into the chair once more. 

He looked older, and yet just as young as you’d seen him the last time. But with the way he held himself, you could tell that he’d seen many horrors in the hundreds of years that you’d been gone. He’d dealt with too much. 

“Me too,” You agree, sinking into your own chair, feeling the weight pulling you down. 

“You aren’t old enough,” Was Cassian’s quick response. 

You raise an eyebrow at him in challenge, “I’m old enough to fuck, therefore I’m old enough to drink.” 

Both males cringe, eyes going wide, wings flaring. You groan out, realizing what you’d just said. You were sure Rhys had figured it out already, why you smelled so much like Lucien when he saw you on Firenight. Why you still smelled faintly like the male.

“I’ll get it myself,” You push yourself up again and push past Cassian, “Territorial male bastards.” 

Both males follow you into the kitchen as you grab for the decanter tucked on the corner of the counter. The room feels almost too small with both of them and their wings closing in on you. You felt trapped again. 

“Who,exactly, were you fucking?” Azriel asked with cold precision. 

“None of your business, Shadowsinger.” You snap back, downing the knuckles’ worth of alcohol. 

Shadows swirl angrily around you. Some listening to Az, some listening to you. The fought one another, colliding in the middle of the kitchen in a black patch. Cassian’s wings were flared wide muscles tensing. 

“You know I can find out,” Az warns. 

“Can you?” You question, “Because you didn’t even know I was alive for the past few hundred years. How are you supposed to find out anything when you couldn’t even do that?” 

You could physically see the moment the words settled down in him. He jerked back as if you’d hit him, wings suddenly snapping in tight to his body. Even Cassian took a step back. You swallowed, feeling bad for throwing that back in his face. You tried to step towards him, but he only backed out of the doorway and made for the front entrance, slamming the door behind him. You heard the beat of wings a moment later. 

“That was a low blow,” Cass warned you, “Even for you, Y/N.” 

Even for you…because you used to fight with Cass and Rhys, viciously, but never with Az. You never felt the need to fight with him, because he was always on your side. He always seemed to understand you. He knew how far to push you. You, however, pushed him too far this time. 

You could feel yourself sink. Head hung low as you looked at the glass in your hands. You didn’t know how to be around people anymore. It seemed odd, being free again. Being back with your family, even though Rhys and Amren were gone in Summer with Feyre. You longed for Mor, who seemed to have made herself scarce, knowing you’d need time to sort out yourself. You wished she wouldn’t have left you alone with the boys though. You were making a complete mess out of everything.

“ Cass, I-” 

“Don’t apologize to me,” He shook his head, “Find Az and apologize to him. He beat himself up for centuries for not making it to you in time. I seem to think he’ll blame himself until the day he dies.” 

“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” You admit to him, so softly you aren’t sure if he hears. 

He’s quiet for a time, so very quiet that you can hardly make out the sound of him breathing, “Do what, Little one?” He finally questions. 

The sound of the name that only he called you, brings tears to your eyes. You curl in on yourself, wrapping your arms around you like a protective barrier. Cassian’s dark eyes softened at the sight, his wings drooping slightly. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you thought of how broken Azriel must feel. It made your chest feel as if it was going to break in two. 

“I don’t know how to live anymore,” You reply, utterly defeated. 

“C’mere,” He opens his arms wide for you, dark eyes shining. You step into his arms, feeling their strength wrap around you. For a moment you feel safe again, like the little girl he once knew, “We’ll figure this out, I promise. We won’t let you down again.” 

“You didn’t let me down the first time,” You promised him, “But I think I might be too broken to fix.”

“No, no one is too broken.”

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[buttercuparry]

I cannot bear this. Parents, children, sisters, brothers everyone in Gaza has begged the world to do something, anything, to stop this genocide. We had names of journalists, hundreds of them who died, we mourned them. We reblogged videos of Moataz, of Bisan. We read aloud the poems of Refaat Alareer. Now we can't even keep track of the bombings, of the shellings, of the lives lost. We see the ICJ ruling carrying no meaning, having no power to bring Israel to justice. Every last hospital in Gaza has been bombed and so much of those structures have been made unfunctionable. Mothers cannot give birth safely, they cannot feed their children, insulin is not easily available, inhalers are running out. And still there is no ceasefire.

This is @nesmamomen 's text to me. We talked just a few minutes ago and i am shaking. A few days ago she was so distraught. She said that even prisoner's on death row are asked what their last wish was. What they wanted to eat. In Gaza people are bombed in their sleep, families are bombed on Eid. No courtesy extends to them. How is this fair?

So please pleaae help the gofundmes to reach their goal. Help families evacuate. Please please donate to Nesma's fundraiser. Follow her at @nesmamomen . She is repeatedly asking you to follow her because tumblr is nuking gazan blogs. Tumblr is shadow banning them. If you follow Nesma, then at least you will have her posts on your dash.

Link to gfm

[opencommunion]

Palestinians from several of the displaced communities described the same pattern to +972: Israeli settlers arrive with their herds and prevent them from grazing on land where Palestinians have grazed for decades; then armed settlers would proceed to harass them day and night, even entering houses, without the army or police intervening. Everyone described the same, overwhelming feelings of fear and distress under the shadow of these settler invasions. “It’s like 1948,” said Mohammed Hussein, a resident of Ein Samia — invoking the year of the Nakba (“catastrophe”) and the expulsion of hundreds of thousands of Palestinians from their homeland during Israel’s establishment. According to the Palestinian residents, the situation grew worse following the establishment and growth of several grazing settler outposts in the area in recent years; settler violence and further expansion also noticeably escalated since the current Israeli government, led by extremist far-right parties, was sworn in last December. ... The Israeli authorities, along with the settlers, have played a central role in the displacement. For years, the occupation apparatus has banned the Palestinian communities from construction; demolished their homes; denied them connection to water and electricity; stopped them from paving roads; issued demolition orders for schools built with funds from the European Union; established and recognized Jewish settlements; and, of course, stood by during settler violence.  ... “We have always been under occupation, in a prison with checkpoints, but now we live in a prison van,” said Ali Abu al-Kabash, 60, sitting in a tent he had set up in an open area across the Allon Road. Abu al-Kabash, who is originally from a-Samu, near Hebron, moved to the Ramallah area in the 1980s, and to the area near Ras a-Tin in 1995. “Before the [last] election, the settlers would run away if there were a few of us [facing them]. Today, they attack because the government is with them. The police, the army, and the Shin Bet are all with them,” he added. “For 25 years we lived a normal life,” Abu al-Kabash continued. “In recent years, the settlers came and established two outposts [Micah’s Farm and Malachei HaShalom]. They blocked the road between us and Ein al-Rashash, and the one that goes down toward Fasayil. We would herd in the area, but they came to us in the name of the government and the Civil Administration and said that the land belongs to the settlers. They brought sheep to eat the food we grew for our sheep … They enter houses, sometimes with many soldiers, taking photos, even when there are girls, women, and old men present.” According to Abu al-Kabash, the violence increased after the Muslim holiday of Eid al-Fitr in May. “They park at the entrance of the homes. Some of them are under 12 years old, under the age of criminal responsibility. They go in, look in the refrigerator, or at our phones. What can we do? They want Area C for Israel, to take control of the land through the settlers, but without war. But where will we go? The occupation is everywhere.” Ras a-Tin, which neighbors al-Qabun, was subjected to similar harassment and severe violence by settlers. On the day its residents fled, in July 2022, Ahmad Kaabna, the mukhtar of Ras a-Tin — who died suddenly in early August at age 60 — told a group of activists: “The settlers frightened the women, the children — everyone. They came to the homes at night in groups of 10-15 people … the army with them. If you talk to them and say ‘get away, get out of here,’ they call the army or the police, who come and arrest the young [Palestinians].”

[bunnakit]

one of the most difficult parts of navigating ATEEZ lore is you have to decide which avenue you're going to operate under -

are you operating under the assumption that they've traversed dimensions (A -> Z) with elements of time travel interspersed and the Halateez are tangible human beings they can interact with?

or are you operating under the theory that they've only time traveled "to a different world" (because the future is so bleak it feels like a new world entirely) and the Halateez are shadows of their future, no longer occupying that space-time because ATEEZ has taken their place and the Halateez are only reflections of their inner selves?*

and depending on your choice are you assuming Halazia is a third dimension where the events of the timeline occurred differently? or that it's instead even further into the future and what may be in store for society if ATEEZ cannot fix things in the Z era, the time of the Halateez?

this is why i think it's so difficult to say any one theory is correct when there is so much unconfirmed, so many elements to play with, and so many details to turn over in our head. it's an absolute blast to navigate and experiment with. i wonder if someday we'll have it all spelled out to us but part of me almost hopes it never is. (and i know some things have been 'confirmed' in interviews but we know KQ and HJ are known to be very tricky with the way they word and tease things.)

*i personally find it very curious that we only ever see interactions between the two through some form of reflective surface - aside from answer but even then they're lifting a glass to cheers and it could be said that they're viewing their reflections through that glass. (and we know reflective surfaces are banned in strictland for the sense of identity they can grant.)

there is also no direct dialogue between them in any of the diaries except a brief interaction between hongjoong and the version of him trapped in the glass on the prison island, when he adopts the black pirate costume for himself. we know the guardians can take people's voices, i don't think it's out of the realm of possibility for them to take and contain souls {no more, keep your soul} - especially of those they want to punish rather than dispose of - or for this to be some moment of self reflection and a realization of the path he wants to take moving forward

[morrieandlicky]

I realized something rather unsettling about E.M. Forster’s Maurice: it would’ve never happened at all—in fact it was so close to never having been written. 

Why? Because the novel is a direct result of Forster's visit to Edward Carpenter and George Merril in 1913—specifically, a direct result of a Merril’s touch on Forster’s backside, but broadly of Carpenter’s philosophy and the life he had with his lover, the lower-class Merrill. But here’s the thing: Edward Carpenter and George Merril were almost charged, arrested, and/or imprisoned because of their sexuality and relationship. 

Having published his controversial The Intermediate Sex which sought to justify homosexual love, Edward Carpenter came under fire and faced a large public reaction. Someone named D O’Brien, a member of a right-wing group instigated his own large-scale campaign against Carpenter. He printed out pamphlets and wrote letters accusing Carpenter, even sent them to the Home Office and the police who then started investigating Carpenter. The authorities evaluated Carpenter’s published books on homosexuality to determine merits of persecuting him.

However, the Director of Public Persecution at the time, Charles, decided not to open any legal proceeding. Because with the shadow of Oscar Wilde’s infamous trial still palpably felt in the society, he did not want to stir any public discussion about sex or homosexuality through Carpenter or his books. As such, no proceeding against Carpenter happened, and his books were not banned. This ended in 1909. 

But the investigation did not stop there. The Derbyshire police was concerned with—and anxious about—getting a case against Carpenter and Merrill as two homosexuals. I think that since Carpenter was upper-class and had a solid reputation, the police went after Merrill instead, especially because O’Brien’s letters mentioned names of several people who knew about Merrill’s "indecencies". But these people were of no avail. Hence, no incriminating evidence was found against Carpenter “beyond strong suspicion”, and before 1911, the whole thing was thus, finally, dropped. 

And Forster’s visit to the two men living together in Millthorpe happened in 1913. 

(Below: a 1911 census showing Edward Carpenter, the head of house, living together with George Merrill, the housekeeper)

Imagine: had Carpenter and Merril been caught—and imprisonment was most certain for Merril due to his lower station—they wouldn’t have been together at where they were in 1913. Forster probably wouldn’t have visited Carpenter at their cottage at all, and thus, Maurice and its happy ending would’ve never been formed. The lives of the real life Maurice Hall and Alec Scudder could’ve been destroyed before their fictional counterparts had been conceived—and Forster would’ve never seen the happy gay couple he knew to write a gay romance novel with a happy ending. 

(Forster could’ve written and even published another version of Maurice—albeit one with tragic ending and deaths of gay characters.)

I used to think Carpenter and Merrill evaded the laws and got through it all because they were smart and brave and discreet, but now I know they were also incredibly lucky, in the sense that it’s almost like Carpenter and Merrill were destined by some higher power to be together and live in an Edwardian gay fairy tale of happily ever after; they were meant to survive as outlaws and to welcome Forster into their home and inspire him to write a gay novel with a happy ending. “Fate has mated it perfectly,” might I quote from Forster himself. 

(Below: a 1921 census showing Carpenter and Merrill living together still)

Probably in an alternate universe, Carpenter and Merrill were indeed arrested. Merrill went to prison and suffered the same as Wilde did; Carpenter however was let off due to his status (just like Forster had imagined for Maurice and Alec in real life his terminal notes). I don't want to wonder or ponder too much on that because for now, I'm just glad that I live in this timeline where a homosexual happy ending indeed happened in real life as well as in fiction, in the most impossible times.

Source: https://blog.nationalarchives.gov.uk/edward-carpenter-free-love-advocate-and-lgbtq-rights-pioneer/

[nonrussian]

Have you heard of a woman named Kobra Hassani? Kobra is a hardworking and talented businesswoman, journalist and activist for the rights of women and the poor in Afghanistan. After the US withdrew its troops, the residents found themselves defenseless against the Taliban and Kobra fled the country. She went to get another education in Ukraine. But even there Kobra found itself under fire and had to urgently evacuate. The carriers promised her that they would send her to Poland, but in the end they deceived her and sent her to Russia. Russian politicians call the banned terrorist organization Taliban "normal guys." The Taliban goes on visiting delegations to Moscow. Kobra had already spent two years in a Russian prison, where she complained of violence. Today, a Russian court sentenced an Afghan journalist and women's rights activist: deportation to Afghanistan, where she will face the death penalty. Journalists and women at high risk in Afghanistan. Kobra Hassani - both. The Taliban tortures and executes unwanted women, including gang rape. Her story is hardly covered in Russian media; Russia loves censorship. The Afghan media won’t write about her either. The world community has lost interest in Afghanistan; it is no longer fashionable. I don’t know how long is left before she is forced to be sent to the Taliban - hours or a couple more days. I ask you to make her story public. It's about life and death I beg you • Share her story with the world. On all your social networks. Share this news with online communities and bloggers you know. Organizations like Amnesty International. • You can tag international organizations and even politicians in your posts. • I understand how terrible this sounds, but her life could have been saved by exchanging her for Russian prisoners in foreign prisons. Perhaps the international community should at least discuss this decision? There will not be a second Kobra - it is unlikely that any more refugees will want to flee to Ukraine, this was a long time ago. And Russia is also avoided. There will not be a permanent exchange of hostages, this is one unique case. Just one of these, but human life is important! • Remember that we have very little time. I know everyone is overwhelmed with big news and it may sound a little overwhelming, but all it really takes now is to copy and paste a piece of text. This can help. • You are not obliged to fulfill all the points, publish these proposals - maybe others will do something. Maybe they will even create a petition for non-Russian politicians who could influence this incident. • It is within our power to at least cover this story. Kobra is a hardworking, smart and talented person with a big heart. She had no obligation to become an activist for the rights of women and the poor, but while living in Afghanistan, she chose to be their voice. Perhaps now someone can become her voice? Let's not let her die in the shadows of obscurity. Sorry if I ruined your mood. But I promise you will feel better if you do even a small thing for her.

P.S. Its no my text, its copypasta. But I didn’t find any news in English.

[nyaagolor]

Good morning I’m having a moment. Design hcs under the cut

- It’s hard to tell because of Reko’s makeup, but the yabusiblings have the exact same eye shape! They have hooded lids and slightly upturned almond shaped eyes with prominent eye bags. Reko covers her entire lid + eyebags with eyeliner / shadow, which gives her eyes a different vibe than Alice’s. They also both have very long lashes, which Reko accentuates with mascara

- They both have their ears pierced, but Alice has only the single lobe pierced because he’s nervous around needles (he uses T gel let’s be real) while Reko has like 8 piercings per ear. Alice rarely wears earrings anyway so it doesn’t matter much

- They have a similar eyebrow shape, but Alice’s are shorter and thicker while Reko’s are thinner and longer. Alice shapes them like that on purpose

- Reko’s nose is very round, small, and flat, while Alice has a way higher nose bridge and a more defined shape

- Alice’s face is more tapered and his cheekbones are higher. Reko has a more rounded face, but also has a more wide jawline and chin which Alice is a little jealous about. Their cheeks are both very round so they tend to squint when they smile too wide :)

- They both had a very similar physique, but Alice is extremely tall so he used to look lithe / almost lanky. He now has a much thicker neck and broader shoulders than Reko because he works out a lot

- Reko and Alice have very stringy hair that easily juts out messily in all directions, and used to have matching bangs. The blond strip of Reko’s hair used to be grown out to mirror Alice’s consistent bang style, but when he went to prison she chopped most of it off, only leaving the one blond strand long. She couldn’t bear to cut it completely.

Assorted other hcs not pictured bc I didn’t want to draw fullbodies:

- They have pretty similar proportions for the most part, so Alice used to look way thinner than Reko because of his height and extremely long legs

- They’re the same shoe size. Alice hates this

- Even though they can fit in a lot of the same clothes (they have similar proportions and sizes, Alice is just taller), Alice is banned from wearing Reko’s shirts— his chest is too wide and he stretches them out, which drives her crazy

[labrxnth]

Prison Break- Part 4 (Leon Kennedy x Reader series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

CW: Death Island spoilers, suicide thoughts/intentions

WC: 2572

Summary: You and your co-worker Leon Kennedy are sent on a mission to rescue a kidnapped robotic engineer Dr. Antonio Taylor. The journey for him leads the two of you to somewhere you thought you would never go, Alcatraz.

A/N: I guess Tumblr fucking shadow banned me. The last part got flagged. Idk if this part will or not so.... have fun I guess. Also, remember how at the beginning of this fic I said that this was me trying to remember the lines from a month ago? Yeah… it’s really starting to show now

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

“Leon?” Jill asked, her eyes looking over him. The pair stared at each other, trying to process the words that they were thinking. 

“You got a gun?” Leon asked. 

“No,” she replied. Leon’s hand went into his vest, pulling out a handgun and twirling it, so the hand grip was facing her and he was holding the barrel. 

“Now you do,” He said and lightly smirked. 

“Thanks,” she replied, taking the gun and making sure it was loaded. 

As if on cue, an infected stumbled through the waterways towards them. 

“Uh Jill, any idea why that’s here?” Leon asked, firing bullets at it and the one behind it. 

“Those… used to be tourists,” she replied, shooting them as well. 

“That’s some fucked up tour,” Leon retorted and watched the two go down.

A slithering sound cut across the water of the sewers. Both of their eyes darted to where the sound came from. The sewers were dark, the few between lights on the cobblestone being the only source of light. 

Leon could’ve sworn the light was playing tricks on him as he watched something <em>emerge</em> from the water. 

The creature crawled up onto the stone walkway, on all fours. It’s brain was exposed and it didn’t have any eyes. 

A licker was the one thing that Leon could’ve gone his entire life without running into again.

Scratch that, there were <em>multiple</em> things that Leon could go his entire life without seeing again. But lickers were definitely high on that list. 

It crawled towards Leon and Jill, almost sniffing the air trying to get their scent. They were completely still, looking at each other in agreement to deal with it quietly. The wet footprints echoed through the hall as it made its way towards the two. 

After it got a little too close for comfort, they aimed their guns at the licker’s brain and unloaded their bullets. As if their day couldn’t get any better, the licker growled at them and started running. 

“Uh oh,” Leon said, taking aim at the creature. 

More shadowy figures emerged from the water and like ants, more lickers joined the one. Eyes widening and curses flowing, Jill and Leon turned tail and ran down the walkway. 

“How many are there?!” Jill yelled as they ran, ocasionally reaching behind herself to fire a bullet. 

“I ain’t stopping to count!” Leon replied, almost scoffing. Ahead of them, Leon saw a box with a hazmat symbol on it- a flammable hazmat symbol. “Move!” He said. 

Jill rounded the corner coming up and Leon dropped the box to the ground. With a light kick, he sent it down the hallway. His eyes tracked the barrel with the sights of his Sentinel and he pulled the trigger, quickly dodging around the corner. 

Licker corpses, flames, and smoke flew past them, Leon’s hand going up to shield himself. After the chaos died down, Leon took a few deep breaths. 

“Zero,” he said and looked around the corner. 

Jill, who was also trying to catch her breath, looked at him confused. Her eyes squinted and brows furrowed. “What?” She asked. 

“You asked me how many there were,” Leon replied, a slight smirk on his face as he leaned against the brick wall. 

Jill blinked a few times, looking at him, not believing how he could be like this. They took a few more seconds to recoup and got moving again. 

Footsteps echoes through the waterways at the two of them kept moving. “So, how the hell did you get dragged into this?” Jill asked, looking ahead. 

“Me and my field partner are tracking down a robotics engineer who was doing some black market trading, the usual,” He replied. 

“Field partner? I don’t see them,” Jill said, her interest piqued. Her head turned towards him, expecting him to answer with an explanation.

“It seems like I lost her,” Leon said. “She’s tough though… she’ll make it through.”

Jill scoffed a bit, in a friendly manner. “If she’s the agent that Chris has told me about, then she’ll be fine. She can handle herself,” Jill said.

“She can,” Leon said determined. “I’m in for an earful about us getting separated though,” he added, slightly chuckling. 

“I like her already,” Jill retorted. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

“Antonio Taylor? No his name is Tony Ramirez,” Claire said, staring at you. She coughed, leaning forward, leading you to sit next to her with your hand on her shoulder. 

“No, me and Leon are tracking him down, he’s definitely our guy,” you replied gently. 

Your eyes stared at the man across the cell from you and Claire. He was older, balding, and looked terrified. His eyes were almost shaking in their sockets. 

“We’re all dead…” he whimpered, crawling more in the corner. 

You rolled your eyes and looked at the top of the cell, trying to find any faults in the bars. “Chris, when did you two get grabbed?” You asked, wondering how much time they’ve been here for. 

“About 15 minutes,” Chris gruffly replied. His voice was as tired and strained as Claire’s. The clock was ticking for all of you and your hope was in your partner. 

“Don’t worry…. Leon will get to us,” you said, smiling a bit at Claire. 

Your hope for Leon never faltered. Not since your first mission together, especially not after the mission in New York. You knew that Leon always found a way, no matter the stakes. 

And he always found his way to you. 

“Hurry up Leon…” You said under your breath. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Leon and Jill were making their way to the others, the walkways had turned into tunnels they had to crawl through. He pulled one of his gloves off with his teeth, putting it in one of the pockets on his tactical vest. 

The only light in the tunnel was from their flashlights as they made their way through. 

“So, your black market engineer… gonna tell me more?” Jill asked, trying to pass the time. She looked ahead the best that she could with Leon in front of her, trying to find any shapes in the dark. Having someone with her helped, but her brain still played out the worst scenario possible. Either the night in the Spencer mansion, September of 1998, or Wesker brainwashing her plagued her vision when she was alone.  

“Taylor? Yeah. He was making robotics for the government then decided to sell U.S. secrets to anyone willing to pay,” Leon replied, trying his best to look ahead. “And I guess ‘Bounty Hunter’ is a part of me and (Y/n)’s job description now. Why are you here?” His voice cut through Jill’s thoughts. 

“Me, Chris, and Claire are here tracking down some virus readings,” Jill replied. “Claire found some virus culture on a whale and double checked it with Rebecca. She roped me and Chris into looking into it.” 

“It seems like our cases are intertwined,” Leon replied. 

Jill looked at the tunnel they were crawling through, her eyes climbing up the brick walls. “What were these tunnels even made for?” She wondered out loud. 

“They were munition tunnels made back when this was a fort,” Leon answered without skipping a beat. 

“Didn’t know you were a tour guide,” Jill replied. 

Leon’s chuckle cut the tension in the tunnel. “I’ll be putting ‘your guide on me résumé,” he chuckled. Jill almost bumped into him when he stopped short, his hand going in the air. 

“What?” Jill whispered. 

“Can’t you feel it? There’s a draft…” Leon replied, his hand moving to right to feel the stone bricks. Feeling around them, he found one that gave when he pushed in. “Bingo..” he added and pushed it in, it falling to the ground. 

Jill got the idea and started helping him clear the poorly set bricks, making an exit for them. 

“After you,” Leon said, gesturing for Jill to go first. 

“Ladies first,” Jill replied and gestured for him to go. 

“Fine,” Leon grumbled and crawled through the exit. 

His feet hit regular concrete flooring and he was able to fully stand up. Shining his flashlight around, they must’ve been in a storage room. “It’s clear,” he said back to Jill who followed him. 

The two walked towards the door, opening it to a room with monitors and control panels everywhere along a wall. File cabinets, pipes, and white board adorned the rest of the room. 

Leon walked to the middle of it, looking around to try and find a clue about his missing doctor. Jill joined him, looking around the console. 

Suddenly, the PA system came to life and a voice cut through the room over the speakers. “Well if it isn’t Jill Valentine and Leon Kennedy,” the voice said. 

Jill and Leon stood back to back, their guns drawn faster than the blink of an eye. 

“Well, if it isn’t… whoever you are,” Leon replied. 

“Come on out and we won’t bite,” Jill said. 

“Meet me in the holding cells.. I have a few things, sorry, <em>people</em>, that you’re looking for,” the voice replied and the speakers turned off. 

Leon and Jill’s eyes locked and they ran towards the holding cells. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Over the past ten minutes, you and the Redfields had definitely deteriorated. Your breathing was more labored, feeling the shortness in your lungs, and you felt fatigued, sluggish. Every once in awhile, a cough escaped you, it ringing in your ears and chest. 

Looking across the cell from you at Claire, you could tell she wasn’t doing well either. You could only guess what Chris was like on the other side of the wall Claire was up against. 

You heart the sound of two pairs of boots hitting the ground, rubbing towards the cells. 

“Chris!” You heard Leon say. As he got closer, he saw Claire and you in the cell. “Claire, (Y/n)!” He said and ran over to the bars. Reaching through the rusted iron bars, his hand felt your forehead, then your cheeks, checking your temperature. 

“Shit, you’re burning up,” he said. 

If you weren’t so pressed for time, you would’ve been thankful for him. He looked like an angel swooping down from heaven to save you. In your delirious state, you saw how his shirt sleeve was tight around his bicep muscles and took a mental picture. Claire coughing snapped you back to reality. 

“I’m fine,” you said and pulled his hand away, coughing into your elbow. “Claire and Chris have been here longer…” you added. 

“Are you okay?” Leon asked the two of you. 

“I’m okay,” Claire replied, obviously lying. 

You were about to say something when the sound of a door opening caught all of your attention. Leon and Jill pointed their guns towards the balcony and you and Claire only had the strength to look in the direction. 

Out walked two figures, one you had met before. The same, blank face that you met on the highway yesterday. Maria stood next to a man that you had never seen before in your life. He looked around Chris’s age, his hair was medium length and dark. He carried a cane with him that he rhymically tapped on the ground; the sound on the metal catwalk pierced your ears. 

“I wouldn’t point your gun at me,” he said, looking at Jill and Leon. “Claire and (Y/n) are both infected, in a cell with Dr. Antonio Taylor. Soon enough Claire will turn, killing Taylor and eventually (Y/n) if she doesn’t turn fast enough.” 

Your blood ran cold as you thought about this being how your life ended. You spent the past few years trying to defeat the virus, only to be infected in the end. That and you could t even confess your long time feeling for your work partner. This was a shitty way to go. 

Claire looked up at you, her eyes conveying everything you needed to know. She was exhausted, and rightfully so, but somewhere deep in that exhaustion was the usual Redfield determination that could move mountains and punch boulders. 

“I wonder… will you shoot Claire and (Y/n)? Shoot just Claire and let your partner turn, or let them both turn and watch them rip Taylor limb from limb?” The man on the balcony asked. 

Leon looked in the cell, the gears in his head obviously turning and quick. He couldn’t shoot you even if you were turning and begging him to. You were his one weakness in the world, he couldn’t lay a finger on you to hurt you.

And Claire… the two of them had been through hell and back, being two of a handful of survivors of Raccoon City. They were friends, thick as thieves for awhile. Letting the two of you get taken by infection wasn’t what he wanted, but he <em>couldn’t</em> shoot either of you.

“Leon… it’s okay… do what you have to,” you said and coughed, looking at him. You knew what the correct choice was. Death by infection plagued your nightmares over and over again as you fell asleep. It was a scary possibility for the job you had, and now that possibility was your reality. 

“I can’t…” he said quietly, looking at you. The rhythmic tapping from the man’s cane hit the balcony again, making you wince. 

He pulled out a revolver and shot it towards your cell. Instinctively, your arms went around your head, to somehow protect it, but you felt nothing. Your blood went cold as you thought of the possibility of him shooting Claire. Shaking, your arms went down to find Claire staring back at gou, equally as fine and confused. You two turned to look at Dr. Taylor and saw a gun shot wound in his chest. The man fell over, collapsing to the ground.

Leon grunted in pain, his hand swatting his neck. Maria vaulted over the balcony and landed on the bottom floor, her eyes dead set on Leon. She punched Jill in the stomach and kicked Leon in the torso, sending him flying into the bars of your cell and laying on the floor. His back was right up against the bars. 

She went to kick him again, but the man’s voice cut through the room. “Leave him, the infection will kill him,” he said. Maria glared at you and Leon, then made her way back up to the balcony. 

“Leon…” You said and grabbed his arm through the bars. He wiggled his arm out of your hold and replaced it with his hand, looking at you. 

Your forehead leaned against the bars, <em>almost like it was against his forehead</em>. His head leaned up against the same ones and it felt like you two were the only two in the room. Everybody else faded away as you could still hear talking and everything melted away until it was just the two of you. You heard the familiar cadence and tone of Leon’s voice, he was talking, but you couldn’t make out what it was. His eyes were still locked on yours, wincing every once in a while. 

Just like the mission in New York, it was just the two of you.

And just like that mission in New York, you could’ve sworn you meant the world to him. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Catch this early on my AO3

[kidgenesisarts]

Sonic X - The Movie: Project Shadow PT6 - Attack on Prison Island P2

Created/Edited by: Me @kidgenesisarts

(My Original You Tube name is TheDayd111Returns)

(The full video was banned from You Tube in 2015)

Basically, I replaced the 4Kids voice actors of the Sonic X dub for the SA2 Dreamcast voice actors. I also replaced the sound effects and music as well for modern sound effects and music from various artists for the background. I also chopped up and blended different episodes together to extend the SA2 arc in order to make it feel more like the game. I also cut out all the scenes involving Chris Thorndyke. I want to keep this truer to the original game. Now bear with me, this was made in 2015. I know I have made a few mistakes while making this. I do plan to remake this movie one day in the future.

The original video was 1 hour and 30 mins long. But I shorten it down to parts so I'm able to upload the videos through here. Anyways, enjoy!

I'll post more parts as I go.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

a fan fic survey

If you wouldn’t mind either Liking or Commenting on this post (or even Reblogging to signal boost it), I’m trying to gage if I can actually be seen by more than a handful of bloggers. I’m aching to post some of my fic, but if I don’t have any readership left out there in the midst of my shadow ban prison, it won’t be worth the effort.

please and thank you for any response you give

(and please keep in mind I can't respond to your comments directly 'cuz of tumblr sticking me in the isolation booth)

[moodcrab]

Fixing Skyrim's Main Quest

Part III (A)

You're Finally Awake

You awake in your prison cell at Winterhold. You can speak to your cellmates, a horse thief named Lokir who is having a nervous breakdown and blames his misfortune on your other cellmate, Rala (girl Ralof), who will exposit about being a Stormcloak scout who got caught, and, in hushed tones, that we shouldn't worry, the Stormcloaks are coming to liberate the city soon! He will ask who you are (character creation) and how you ended up here. There are several options you can pick as a back story, one race specific one, and a "I can't remember/mind your business!" option if none of those fit your backstory.

Enter Hadvar, who seems to know Rala. From their conversation you gleam they are brother and sister and grew up happily in a village called Riverwood, before politics split them apart. Hadvar wants Rala to betray the location of the incoming Stormcloak attack, so that he can get her out of execution. She refuses, and though it saddens Hadvar he seems to respect her loyalty. During the conversation Rala will refer to Ulfric Stormcloak not only as "True High King" which Hadvar will disagree with, but as "Dragonborn" which Hadvar will treat as almost blasphemous. Rala will respond with something about the banning of Talos.

Towards the end of the conversation you see other prisoners being led out behind Hadvar. Times up. They are leading you out to the headsman's block. As you exit the dungeon you are hit by the bright, beautiful snowy land of Skyrim, you can look around you as you are led through the busy streets of the large bustling city of Winterhold. A large fantastical building, The College, looms in the skyline.

Just as execution seems imminent, the Stormcloak rescue mission erupts from hiding! But just as the two sides prepare to charge each other... Something happens that puts fear into both parties. A bone chilling roar followed by tremors in the earth. From the north, the vast black shadow of Alduin descends on us all.

Still bound, you flee from the dragon as around you the whole city is collapsing into the Sea of Ghosts. You get a close call from Alduin and a great view of the city around the College falling away leaving the College untouched. You get separated from the other prisoners, and get a choice to follow Rala or Hadvar. Together you descend into Winterhold's Halls of the Dead. "That was a Dragon! OMG!" Just inside you find the body of the Priest of Orkey and his lootable robes and healing spell tome. Hadvar/Rala remarks that the priest has been stabbed, not killed by the dragon attack. Who could have done this?

The lone draugr shambles towards you, lootable blade drawn. Hadvar/Rala will sound surprised to see one here. After you kill it, they shall explain that the odd draugr might be known to attack grave robbers or unsuspecting explorers in some ancient ruined tomb out in the wilderness, but here in a city? With a priest tending to the Hall? You continue through the Hall, there's a passage into the mountains he tells you, but crypts around you start popping open, you get a quick go at archery and stealth during draugr fights but this dungeon won't be drawn out.

Eventually you'll bump into Rala/Hadvar, whoever you didn't go with, who has arrived via a separate tunnel with some of their soldiers. They will try to hold their soldiers back and focus on escape, but a fight breaks out as the earth is still quaking around you threatening to implode the tunnels at any minute. In the chaos, the sibling you entered with is killed by the other, and you flee for the exit.

And that's how we begin. You'll exit the tunnel alone as it collapses behind you. You won't be funneled to any particular settlement or quest. There is a mountain between you and Winterhold to stop an immediate return, but nowhere is off limits either. Let's rundown the major changes and discuss why I made them.

Oh and Lokir got shot.

Location. We're in Winterhold, which is now a proper city, not Helgan. Pretty much, if we're going to destroy a settlement let's do it properly. The Great Collapse in vanilla Skyrim was undercooked, let's actually experience it first hand and appreciate the devastation on return visits. The Collapse will be big news, and people will gossip about how Jarl Korir, who lost his son in the attack, is going full Stormcloak because the Empire is not coming through with aid. He, as well as Nords in general, will be highly suspect of the College for surviving untouched, shoving a bigger wedge between Nordic society and mages (First the Oblivion Crisis, now this!?)

Hadvar and Ralof. Changing Ralof to a woman is literally just change for the sake of change. Like, why not? But making them siblings rather than vague acquaintances really sets up how divisive the Civil War will be. Making one kill the other will really set the tone here. Whichever one happens to survive your playthrough will become a fucked up guilt and grief driven character if you side with them, someone you can help or condemn, and if you side against them they'll be like a mini boss in a CW battle. It did cross my mind to make them lovers instead of siblings but I think this will be better off elsewhere, like with Jon and Olfina in Whiterun.

Ulfric and Tulius. They aren't here. It never made much sense to me why Tulius wouldn't kill Ulfric on the spot. From the Empire's perspective, no trial is necessary, he's a murderer and a traitor. Vanilla Tulius not only took Ulfric to a town (not even the nearest one) he planned to execute him AFTER a horse thief and the stranger in rags. It makes no sense.

The Halls of the Dead sequence allows you to tutorial basic combat/magic/stealth quickly whilst also putting the insane amount of draugr you are about to fight in this game into context. Draugr are a thing, but now they are rising en mas, and it has something to do with the Dragons. When a dragon attacks a city the dead shall rise, people will be unable to visit their ancestral barrows anymore.

Pacing. Above all I wanted to put the world of Skyrim into context in as short a time possible for the benefit of replayability. Playing vanilla Skyrim without an alternative start mod is torture. We've done away with the lengthy carriage ride that showcases a mechanic that doesn't exist in the rest of the game. We get into the action of the Dragon attack quickly but without sacrificing tension and the tutorial dungeon is much shorter.

For more context check out

Part One - Setting:

https://www.tumblr.com/moodcrab/713523288690802688/fixing-skyrims-main-quest

Part Two - Backstory:

https://www.tumblr.com/moodcrab/714501541554454528/fixing-skyrims-main-quest

[mehriigss]

Which rottmnt turtle are you?

Raph:

- Forgot to turn off the oven

- Everyday is chest gym day

- Afraid of their own shadow

- Angle with a shotgun

- Dies if a single proton of peanut touches them

- Good boy(™)

- Uses the same underwear two days in a row to save water

- Didn't know how to use the #blacklivesmatter but used it anyway because black lives matter

- Can and will be convinced the earth is flat

- Sleeps with 173913 plushies

- Somehow father figure

Donnie:

- Sales baked goods

- Banned from Texas

- Chaotic awful

- Nows your IP and will use it against you

- Can and will convince someone that the earth is flat

- Disappeared three days but no one noticed

- Emotionally constipated

- Invests mony in cryptocurrency

- A U T I S M

- Is secretly coquette

- 1# Most wanted criminal 2023

Mikey:

- Makes naked furry drawings and places them in the fridge

- "Don't know don't care"

- Has used the #blacklivesmatter for the good

- A minor

- Noticed they were gone

- Menance to society

- Licks the frosting of the cupcakes and puts them back in the fridge

- Eats ice cream with their bare hands

- Bts stand

- Likes eco

Leo:

- Makes deez nuts jokes

- Depressed

- Would wear a "blue label" T-shirt

- "Prison's just an expensive escape room"

- Moonwalks their way in and out of trouble

- Makes yo mama jokes

- Sleep is optional

- Would put cheese sauce in the washing machine instead of soap

- Walking meme

- Feminist

- Could and did dropkick a child

- Spanish or vanish

[planet-gay-comic]

Monument of Unwavering Love Historical Figures and the Persecution of Their Love

From antiquity to the 20th century, significant individuals who were in homoromantic relationships often faced challenges and criticism. Their stories are testimonials to the courage and resilience in the face of societal hostility.

Hadrian and Antinous: Love Against the Empire The relationship between Roman Emperor Hadrian and his beloved Antinous was a mix of deep affection and public scandal. After the mysterious death of Antinous, Hadrian deified him, which caused discontent among the Roman elite. This worship was not only an act of mourning but also a defiance of the norms of Roman society.

Oscar Wilde: The Price of Truth In Victorian England, the famed writer Oscar Wilde paid a high price for his homosexual relationships. His conviction for "indecent acts" led to a harsh prison sentence that ruined his health and destroyed his career. Wilde's case was a clear signal of the intolerance toward homosexuality during this era.

Alan Turing: A War Hero Betrayed by His Own Country Alan Turing, whose work was crucial to the Allied victory in World War II, was persecuted for his homosexuality. At a time when homosexual acts were illegal in Britain, Turing underwent a medical treatment mandated by the court, which was seen as an alternative to imprisonment, and contributed to his premature death.

Frida Kahlo: An Art Icon in the Gender Norms Crossfire Although Frida Kahlo's bisexual relationships were not the cause of public animosity, she lived in a society where such relationships were considered taboo. Kahlo's self-portraits and works reflect her personal struggles and her courage to challenge the conventional gender roles of her time.

Bayard Rustin: In the Shadow of the Civil Rights Movement As an openly gay man and a key advisor to Martin Luther King Jr., Bayard Rustin often had to put his sexuality behind his work for the civil rights movement in the 1960s USA. Despite his significant contributions, he was attacked by opponents both inside and outside the movement because of his homosexuality.

Leonard Matlovich: A Soldier Against Silence Vietnam War veteran Leonard Matlovich, who appeared on the cover of "Time" magazine, was one of the first to challenge the ban on homosexuality in the U.S. military. His fight against discrimination sparked a national discussion about the role of LGBTQ+ individuals in service.

Base image generated with DALL-E, overworked with SD-1.5/SDXL inpainting, manual editing and composing.

[your-local-baguette]

Freminet x mermaid!reader

Warnings: not proofread. May contain triggering subjects? Coming from a random post i read at midnight

Thank you

Wet sand and a bright sky, stars aligned forming tons of imaginary drawings named constellation. Everyone had their own, even sea creatures know as Mermaids, most thought of them as myths. The second they thought seeing one, the next they were gone. Mysterious creatures, in some mythologies, they were evil creatures banned from living on land and some thought of them as blessings and good spirit that represented serenity, peace and freedom.

Only those who can read stars knows truth, the painful truth. This world was cruel towards everyone, but mostly those that were 'different' as they perceived them. Mermaids are beautiful creatures, they only search on guiding humans, adepti and archons to the right path. The path of sincerity, dedication and honesty.

Many diver had the chance of catching the glimpse of a mermaid, but never enough to grave it into their memories. As time passed, modernity took place and Mermaids were now just an old tale taught by elder people. As many who admitted seeing one, who believed them ? no one....mermaids eventually sank into the mind of immortals and the resting consciousness of the deads.

..

SPLASH

a diver had fell in the endless depth of the sea, the bottom unknown to the human eye. A huge shadow had took place beneath the diver, waiting in pure silence for it's prey to fall into unconsciouness. The diver's eyes widened as it was far too late to save himself, his eyes closed in defeat. A warmth wrapped around his body, the warmth of a gentle embrace. If this was death, he'd gladly sink into it, he felt his body move but he had no control over any limb. His head rested against soft skin, a feeling of wet hair brushing against his face.

The diver's eyes shot open, raising his uper body in panick, has he felt himself grip on sand.' the shore?' he thought silently his face getting rid of any emotion." You're awake" a clear and serene voice ringed in his ears. He turned his head toward the direction of the voice, his irises meeting with another pair. A pair of ocean eyes, as deep as the depths of the prison that is the sea. The person had quite a tall figure, they stood barefoot in the wet sand. They looked ethereal in the rising sun behind them, wet hair sticking to their face and shoulder. A whistle if the wind came by and it blew the diver's bangs, now sticking the upper part of his forehead. The person walked closer, they gently felt their forehead. From the sight they let, it was nothing good" i am [name ] [ last name]"

The person introduced themselves, as the blond kept on losing himself in their eyes. " Freminet...thank you..for saving me..i suppose" he said in a quiet voice' introverted huh?' [name ] thought as she listened carefully, but she sighted deeply, as if he was unaware of something" do not uphold any gratitude towards me. I deserve nothing but torture and hell.." they said in a disappointed tone" people like me do not deserve gratitude...." She followed" also, you're burning up. You better get home to get treated or it might get worse" they said as their upper body rose again to stand straight.

The rising sun reflected on the clear waters of fontaine, she gently stepped into the water, kneeling down as the water level reached below her knees. Her legs disappearing to show a fish tail, as Freminet called, they looked back with a broken smile. Swimming away, leaving the sickened diver in a state of confusion." Oh! Freminet! There you are dear younger brother" a magician spike carefully" you're burning up. Let's get you home!" He said in a firm voice but the said Freminet didn't move an inch." Wait. Lyney did you see them" the blondie asked with his usual quiet voice. " See who ?" The magician lied at his best, yes he saw it, sae the Mermaid that talked to Freminet and swimmed back in to the sea. " The Mermaid" " silly you Freminet. Suck creatures do not exist. Now let's get you home before you're cold worsen" the frail diver gave in, following his older brother home. They walked through the emptied streets of fontaine, silence washed over the ambiance. It was slightly awkward.

...

Ow long has it been since that day, he did not remember. But it sure was over two years ago, he'd always have this nostalgia wash over him when he went onto the shore. But he'd never see them again would he, the sound of a flute reached his ears, curiousity washed over his mind. He followed the sound, the melody getting louder by each step he took. He stepped on the shore, the exact place brought him nostalgia, the same majestic hair has before, a fish tail curled on the side if the rock the person was resting on. He walked closer, leaving his claymore ti the side, until he was behind them at arm reach. The flute was dropped on the sand" take a seat Freminet" the same serene and calm voice echoed into his ears and mind. His quiet and introverted behavior had not changed one bit as he hesitated, seconds passed as his hand finally made it's way onto the rock. Pushing his body upwards to take a seat next to the Mermaid, he didn't say anything, his fingers tapping impatiently. They both knew what they wanted, yet, neither initiated it" how have you been, Freminet" the spelling of his name rolling off your tongue sent shiver through his spine. He didn't answer, in fact, he slid his fingers over theirs, a gentle smile graced the creatures lips as their face were brought together like magnets. Lips complementing eachother perfectly, a hand lingered on the boys chest, caressing it gently in reassurance. The other interlaced with the diver's, the mermaid pressed their body a little more each instant against the male. Lips separating, foreheads pressed against eachother's, they didn't resist the urge and went in for another kiss, earning a muffled surprised yelp, but Freminet quickly relaxed to which the creatures smiled in the contact.

After detaching from eachothers lips, [name] wiped the saliva on her bottom lip, dragging it with their finger. Freminet looked away but kept on snatching a peak, as for the Mermaid, they wrapped their arm around the male in a warm embrace.

Click

Freminet turned to look towards the noise only to see his older brother and sister with a kamera. A picture coning out of it," gah! It's so blurry! Can you do that again?" He asked towards both the new partners, Freminet cheeks quickly turned crimson" i don't mind. Only if you're up for it" [name] said in a slightly flirtatious tone. It caused Freminet to be even more embarrassed, but he easily gave in and pressed his lips against his new partner's as another click could be heard. This time Lynette held the device, a much clearer photo came out, to which she handed it to Lyney." Ah! My brother is growing up so fast!" Lynette and [name] giggled while Freminet turned into a litteral tomato, but his attention was quickly drew towards [name] has they cupped his face. He looked into their ocean eyes, the same one he drowned in, except this time, they were the loveliest eyes that held an upmost affection only for him and no one else.

The sun finished rising, as the illuminated both the lovers faces, another click was heard and tons of others, as both teenager pressed their forehead together.

" Freminet. Till fate do us apart"

[name] stated and gave him another gentle and affectionate kiss...