#so yes i am guilty of my own charges

[cawziiku]

I sniff the air and I smell tiktokkers on this platform!!!!!! why is the sudden fluctuation of that audience so prevalent!!!! I read your comments and I know who you are!!!!!!!

please do not send your community to migrate over here i will BITE /hj

[aquaglow]

confidence guide for awkward girls 💫

LEARN TO SHUT UP. this is the first advice because it is probably the most important one, but the one that took me the longest to comprehend and master. girl, literally just shutting the fuck up does wonders. most of the times I was embarrassed out of my mind was coz I said something completely avoidable, only because I believed that being quiet was either rude or more awkward than whatever I rambled at that moment. bzzt, WRONG! being quiet means first of all being non-reactive, which gives you time to really reflect on what's being said and whether or not it even requires a response, and guess what; like 80% of the time, it does not. you are allowed to not respond, nod along, go "hmm" or "oh!" and leave it at that.

LEARN TO "FAKE" SMILE. this may seem controversial but it helps me so much. I've always been accused of looking mean, bitchy or just too serious, especially since I started to shut the fuck up (see previous item). and I am guilty as charged: I do have a RBF and when I am focused my eyebrow goes ò_o and I look judgemental and almost evil, and when I tried to balance it out by being funny or witty, it just came off even more awkward. the solution? I've started practicing a fake smile in front of the mirror when I was about 13 years old until I got the muscle memory of it so perfectly that now it's my response to nearly everything that I don't want/can't respond to. throwing an easy smile into a conversation will make you seem relaxed and in control even if you're bubbling anxious inside, and people will feel more at ease with you. also: learn to be generous with compliments, and try to make them your auto-response as well!

STOP COMPARING YOURSELF. comparison is the mark of insecurity and envy, and it's one of the ugliest and most useless habits you can have. yes, useless: what benefit do you get from comparing your face and body and circumstances to somebody else's? and please don't pretend you're getting "inspiration" from them. listen, you are your own lane. you are your entire universe. there is no other life to be lived, no other body to embody. this is it. these are the cards you were dealt with. the longer you try to peak into somebody else's cards, the longer you'll be ignoring yourself and neglecting your game. abandon ideas such as comparison, imitation or judgement towards others. confidence starts and ends with focusing on yourself.

LEARN TO CUT PEOPLE OFF. accumulating people in your life like they're pokémon is gonna be your downfall, because it's obvious not everyone can stay. imagine if a growing tree held onto all its leaves and branches, even the ones in obvious decay, how ugly and weak that tree would be, how much energy those dying parts would steal from the new ones in need of flourishing. it's the same with relationships. when someone disrespects you, hurts you, or simply doesn't align with you anymore, and you find excuses to keep this person around, what you're doing is betraying yourself, and how are you gonna have confidence in someone who betrays you? learn to cut people off or to simply let them go, and watch yourself become lighter and brighter.

QUIT BEING A BITCH. something people don't seem to understand is that the rude, conceited, mean girl persona is always revealed to be a small, petty and insecure rat on the inside. I've wasted years of potential connections trying to emulate the Blair Waldorf-y, Regina George-y vibes, trying to balance out my awkwardness with what I thought was their fierceness, because I was missing the whole point that their confident selves were lies. no girl or woman who is confident in herself spends any amount of time being a bitch, scheming to take people down, minding everyone else's business to make sure she stays on top. true confident people are kind even in the face of rudeness, they glow in shadows; their strength lies in tenderness. the sooner you give this mean girl show up, the better.

ABANDON YOUR NEED FOR APPROVAL AND COMPREHENSION FROM OTHERS. seeking approval is a very obvious trap but seeking comprehension is also dangerous, because the second people start doubting or questioning you – which is always going to happen when you decide to make a change of habits, traits, lifestyle etc – and you decide to explain yourself, you're accepting the premise that what you're doing is incomprehensible. if you're truly sure of yourself, there will be no need to assure others of yourself. if your peers or strangers don't understand it, so what? that's their enigma to sort out. respond to yourself and yourself only. if you understand and approve yourself, that's all you need, period. live for your damn self.

GOOD LUCK, LITTLE STARS 💫

[avocado-writing]

Hello! Might I ask for the lovely bg3 guys hearing tav say they're love them in the middle of an argument please? Take your time!

Astarion

Who knows what you're arguing about. It could be something sincere (his ascention) or something inane (he took your soap without asking, again) but it still slips out all the same:

"You're lucky I love you, or I'd be really angry."

The two of you stop and stare at each other for a moment, before you let out a strangled little sound and exit the conversation.

Astarion is baffled. He wasn't expecting that. Except, he sort of was? He's been trying to get you to fall for him after all, so why does it feel so... nice to hear you say it? And why does he feel so guilty?

The two of you move on like nothing's happened for a while, the tension bubbling between the two of you, until eventually he can't take it any more.

The two of you are on watch one night and he blurts out, "I love you too."

You stare at him for a long moment, he's never felt smaller. "Are you being serious?" "Yes. I am."

You look so relieved. He brings you into his arms and the two of you stay embraced for the rest of the night.

Gale

It's like you're arguing about the bomb inside him.

He's arguing it's the best solution to your problems, you're telling him that he needs to care about himself more. You're getting so frustrated that tears are starting to sting hot in your eyes.

"I wish you loved yourself like I love you, Gale."

Ah, you didn't mean to let that slip out. The two of you let the quiet sink in. You go to move away, his silence crushing, but he reaches out to grab you - not hard, but enough so that you stay.

"You love me?"

Tears come, inevitably.

"Of course I love you, Gale, you utter fool."

You can see he wants to argue about that but for once just takes the insult, pulling you into his arms so tightly you feel like he'll keep you there forever. Yes, he is a fool for not seeing it earlier.

"I love you too. You are the most precious thing in my life. I'm sorry for worrying you... and you're right, of course. You're always right."

You sleep in his arms that evening, and the Netherese Orb is never mentioned again.

Wyll

Oh, Wyll. Why would you be arguing with this sweet, kind man?

Maybe you're begging him to try and get out of his contract with Mizora, take back hold of his own life again. He's arguing about duty, what he owes to Baldur's Gate.

"I wish you'd think for once about what you owe to me, Wyll. To yourself! I love you!"

His mouth falls open, he's flabbergasted. When you try and escape he doesn't let you, following you into the forest where you run, calling your name.

Eventually you slow down enough for him to catch you and bring you in for a sweet kiss, then press his forehead against yours.

"I love you too. Of course I love you. I hate that I ever made you feel anything less than my absolute priority. You are always the first in my heart."

The two of you sit down and have a long, healthy conversation about talking things out as a couple. Making decisions together. At the end of if you come out stronger, united as a team.

Halsin

Halsin is probably the most laid-back on this list, it's hard to think of something you'd really argue about.

It comes down to this: you aren't taking care of yourself enough. Not eating properly, sleeping properly, sharing your burdens. You are trying to shoulder it all.

He keeps telling you that you need to be kinder to yourself - you keep snapping that he isn't in charge, he doesn't know what it's like. He tells you he cares about you too much to see you in pain.

You're angry at first - who is he to tell you what to do - and then you're just sad; burying your face in his chest.

"I love you too much to argue with you, Halsin," you whisper, and his heart melts.

"I love you too, my heart. Let me take care of you."

He cooks you dinner and makes sure you eat it all, draws you a bath and helps you wash. His fingers are magic. He lays down with you on your bedroll and lets his body warm yours, keeping you tight against him, only drifting off himself when he is sure you are sound asleep.

[engie-ivy]

(Fic I didn't know I wanted to write! So thank you for the inspiration, @wolfstarmicrofic!)

28th: Dogwalker AU

673 words

Some good old mutual pining between a dogwalker and his client!

Date My Hooman?

“Has he been a good boy?” Sirius is sitting on his knees, scratching Padfoot’s ears (and making quite the sight while doing so).

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. “Now you're just fishing for compliments. You know damn well Padfoot’s always a good boy.”

Sirius grins up at him. “Guilty as charged.” He looks back at Padfoot who's thoroughly enjoying his ear scratches. “I know my dog is great, but I love hearing other people tell me that my dog is great also.”

“Right you are,” Remus chuckles. “How was your day at the office?”

“Dreadfully dull,” Sirius replies instantly. “Really, Remus, you made some good career choices that you now get to play with dogs all day.”

“Well, I don't get to live in a house like that.” Remus nods towards Sirius’ three-story mansion with the sprawling garden around it.

Sirius winks at him as he gets up to his feet. “Maybe if you play your cards right.”

Remus can feel his cheeks heating up.

Before, he was just amused by Sirius’ flirtatious banter, and he actually gave it as good as he got. But now, he suddenly feels flustered, at a loss for words, and wholly out of his depth whenever Sirius makes a comment like that.

After long conversations, with Sirius being the last stop on Remus’ afternoon route, and being subjected to Sirius’ sharp mind and disarming sense of humour, things have changed for Remus.

He used to think that the best part of his day would always be seeing the excitement on a dog’s face when he reaches out to unclip their leash to let them run around the park and play with their friends, but now, it's like nothing compares to seeing the excitement on Sirius’ face at the end of the day as he crouches down to greet his beloved dog after long hours the office. Remus’ days have started to revolve around the moments he brings Padfoot home, and it's becoming A Problem.

“And that's not even taking into account cold, rain, new regulations, demanding clients,” Remus continues, as if he didn't hear Sirius’ last comment.

Then Remus’ own dog, Moony, dashes forward and starts licking a tail-wagging Padfoot’s face, like he knows he has to say goodbye to his friend for now, and Remus’ heart just melts. “Oh, who am I kidding? It's bloody amazing.”

When the dogs have said their goodbyes, it's time for their owners to do so as well.

“See you tomorrow?” Sirius asks.

“Of course.”

“Great.” Sirius beams at him. “Looking forward to it.”

Remus’ heart skips a beat at those words. Yes, definitely A Problem.

Sirius has given Remus the key to the annex besides the main house, so he can pick up Padfoot, take him for a long walk, and then, by the time they return, Sirius will be back from the office and usually already waiting on them.

Sirius has actually turned the annex into a space especially for Padfoot, with water and food, several dog beds, toys, and a dog door, so he can go in and out to the yard whenever he wants. Sirius has even hung framed pictures on the walls of him and Padfoot together. A fuzzy feeling spreads across Remus’ chest upon seeing those pictures. A Problem indeed.

Padfoot immediately comes running, happily wagging his tail, brimming with excitement to go on his walk.

“Calm down, Pads,” Remus laughs, as the dog keeps circling his legs and jumping up and down. “Come on, I need to attach your leash, otherwise we can't go. Hey, what you've got there, buddy?” He spots a piece of paper neatly tucked underneath Padfoot’s collar and he plucks it out. As he unfolds it, he realizes it's a note.

And as he reads, a huge smile starts to spread across Remus’ face.

Dear Remus,

You might have noticed that my hooman has quite a crush on you.

Will you please save me from his desperate pining, and let my hooman take you out on a date?

[wordbunch]

Time to say a handful of things abt s02 finale!!!

under the cut so you can avoid it! :)

However I am very much looking forward to reading everyones comments opinions feelings etc ♡

Did I expect to cry over the death of freaking king durin in the first 0.3 minutes??? That scene was so incredibly well done and I was like omg am I glad to be witnessing this for the first time🥹😭 yes I'm still pissed I couldn't see LOTR in cinemas cause I was still in freaking diapers

NAAARSILLLLLLLL narsil our beloved, I was squealing, yes OUT LOUD. narsil bbygirl you will always be famous 💅🏻 elendil go slay

I know yall pay him dust but ISILDUR I always love to see him and I love him and theo being the resident trouble brothers duo (its giving merry and pippin but Doomed). Sorry not sorry but yall moved on too fast (I DIDNT!) from the fact he feels guilty for his moms death. pls i am HUGGING HIM! his doe eyes I am deceased. pls I just want to stare at his face for eternity. MY PERSONAL HEADCANON WAS CONFIRMED 😩💦 that boy kisses like he is STARVEDDDD

[Redacted thoughts here]

Stranger yes we knew he was gonna be gandalf but. I love a name drop. I love Tom and I love choosing friendship over power and I love the staff and I love everything . They're giving me my childhood dreamlike feeling and I am so grateful I get to see a glimpse of that story 🥹💛

So many SPEECHES foreshadowing SO MANY THINGS. I am obsessed. The absolute cruelty of celebrimbors death and the death of his works....the one SINGLE TEAR on annatars face....dare I say peak p o e t I c cinema.

Where do I even begin with HALADRIEL ✨️✨️✨️ charlie the lord of acting and just like. in his eyes you can see everything and more. I need to write a dissertation on their duel istg

The way he didnt hesitate to absolutely PURR "GALADRRRIEL" every. single. time. [Redacted thoughts]

I WOULD HAVE PLACED A CROWN ON YOUR HEAD.

do you want me to like die?????

I SEE YOU.

yes actually they do want me to die.

HUMAN HALBRAND???

And RIP to me indeed.

[Ultra redacted thoughts]

I audibly WHIMPERED. sweet lord i was like My poor babygirl has to endure this manipulation 😩😩😩😩 he stooped so low and I was so here for it but girl i would have F O L D E D 😔✊🏻

Then galadriel on galadriel violence??? The only thing better than galadriel TWO galadriels actually.

but then.

the elrond and rivendell of it all. rob aramayo has never looked more gorgeous than when he took nenya to heal Gal. WE GET TO SEE HEALER ELROND GROWING INTO HIMSELF WITH OUR OWN EYES!!!! you don't UNDERSTAND i spent 20 YEARS dreaming of rivendell and now I get to see it coming to be!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💚 the way that you can see gears turning in his head as he takes the ring. the camerawork ate and devoured i fear - with your own eyes you can see him growing. developing. like yes I am feeling more ready to take charge of some things. what if I CAN do it. what if I CAN make so many things and people so much better????

and u will babyboy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Do i even need to add i had full body chills at the scene of elrond,gil,galadriel and arondir!!!!!!! on the cliff!!!!!!

BITCH THE SUN STILL RISES!!!!! Pity CAN defeat sauron!!! friendship and light DO WIN over darkness!!!! The tolkienism of it all. i will rewatch a hundred times and then some.

[koukouture]

I will forever think about this now because yeah this applies to an astounding amount of characters in ffxiv whom you could see their friendship with WoL as more of a convenience and how they use WoL as a tool. I think Aymeric is obviously guilty of it (bc of the above image) but I also think to some extent the Crystal Exarch is guilty of this (yeah ik it's not for HIS benefit but he still did kinda use WoL and he would not have taken it well if WoL stopped being a hero)

So many characters that are "friends" with WoL kind of only see them for what they can do. I think to some extent even the Scions are like that. Actually come to think of it, the Scions are the most egregious case of this because WoL is their champion. After we killed Ifrit that solidified WoL as something to be used and thrown at any danger that came at the world.

A lot of characters The Exarch included only know WoL as the hero. For what they can do for everyone else and it makes me insaaaannnneee. Likes yes OBVIOUSLY Exarch/G'raha admires the WoL as a hero and sure he got to know us for a time- but he just thinks that we are the hero from the books. WoL is inspiring; they give people hope and they give people the strength to push on but that's all he knows them for. Listen, I'm still on post Shadowbringers, but so far Exarch has done nothing but sing our praises as hero and yeah I'm sure he has good intentions but it's still a little dehumanizing that to him that's all WoL is. Everyone is free to make their WoL's relationships with the other characters whatever the hell they want ofc, but I kinda read a lot of the characters this way just because it's so easy to water down one person for only cherry picked parts of their whole personality. Celebrities are the best example of this but we also to this to the people around us every single day.

I think Aymeric and WoL's relationship has also sort of been put into question with this moment (for me at least) because now I'm thinking "Oh my god, Aymeric did extend his friendship to WoL for either his own gain or for that of Ishgard's" and it's not a rag on him I love Aymeric but he is a politician. I don't doubt he admires WoL for all they've done for Ishgard, but I also don't think that if Aymeric hadn't pushed us we wouldn't have ended the Dragonsong war. I wouldn't say he manipulated us, but he didn't exactly have any qualms about making us battle on the Steps of Faith for Ishgard- yk, the closed off nation that's pretty hostile to outsiders- despite not knowing us for super long at that point. He thought that we could get it done and was like "Sure. You can fight for my country" and yeah I think Alphinaud's handling of the whole thing was also to blame- but Aymeric being okay with letting an outsider deal with things that should be handled by the Temple Knights is kinda sus to me now lmao. Like you are in charge of Ishgard's military shouldn't YOU have dealt with this???? Okay lol.

Listen, obviously I still love Aymeric and Exarch/G'raha but I think the potential that they only see WoL for their deeds is great and would make for an interesting hurdle to get over in a relationship. Actually, you can literally just slap this onto almost any character you want to ship with your WoL and it will be an interesting point of tension. The possibility that they only love WoL for being the hero and not in spite of it.

Anyways I need to thibk about this more bc I just finished the little Elidibus plot of Shadowbringers which is sort of about how heroes are remembered and how history can easily twisted and/or forgotten so uh yeah. I have lots of thoughts and I am very normal.

[empvrealities]

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drana , 23 , she / they . asks ok !

( last updated : jan 9, ’25. )

hi, hello, hi !! i’m adriana, but please feel free to call me 𝓭.rana — that is the ( nick ) name i go by online and the one i’m most comfortable with. i am a linguistic & intercultural mediation graduate aspiring to get into audiovisual / multimedia translation & dialogue adaptation; fluent in italian ( mothertongue ) and english especially, i know my way around a spanish dictionary but completely fail wherever french is involved. funny, but i promise this has nothing to do with the french. love and hate you guys.

interests of mine include procedural dramas ( for the love of all that is holy guys watch fringe, nobody knows or talks about it and idc it is a crime in my book ), broadway / musicals, behavioural analysis, criminology, horror ﹢ thriller genre, text–based roleplay ( guilty pleasure ), hozier, arctic monkeys, chase atlantic, dog training & equestrianism. the autumn–ish, winter–ish vibe ? love it. absorbed it into my very being. i am it & it is me. i am that one brownish, reddish leaf that refuses to let go of the branch & holds on for dear life. the cup of warm, sweet chocolate that warms your hands on the coldest of afternoons, but especially the too hot to handle cup of coffee that you throw on your enemies out of pure spite, because why the hell not. i am also ( very obviously ) all over the place. i’m trying to be funny. or interesting. some of you guys may say i’m very much not funny. nor interesting. ( rude. but maybe fair ? )

⁎* 𓆃 *⁎

though i haven’t been involved with the shifting community prior to like, 2023, i have been lurking around shifttok since early 2020, mid–quarantine. yes, i somehow managed to survive early shifttok & shook off all of the misinfo that stubbornly clung to me like second skin for the better part of three years ( yikes. ) tiktok–wise, i’ve fallen back to old lurking habits. i don’t know if i’ll ever pick that account back up. but i heard good things about the tumblr side of the community ( better than both shifttok & shifttwt at least ); & i missed having a safe space to chat everything shifting–related in. my inbox & asks for this blog are open & are to remain so. please feel free to drop whatever in there. ♡

dni : basic dni criteria ( racists, lgbtphobes, misoginists, zionists... you know who you are. don’t be weird ), anti–shifters & non–shifters. if you don’t like who i’m shifting for ( nobody problematic, dw ) just don’t interact. for your own safety & mine, i will not be following or interacting with any minors.

✡ ❛ supernatural @ the third winchester, 25. ( wo ) man of letters, ¾ of team free will. the middle child ( kinda ) & sam’s twin sister — older by like five minutes. rest assured i play the “older sibling” card every chance i get. insufferable ? he deserves it. ⁎ i’m what the angels define a blessed child, imbued with angelic grace and endowed with angelic–like abilities. castiel’s charge and lover. whoops, i guess ?

main tag: #✳ᬊ：the family business﹒

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✡ ❛ criminal minds @ the bau’s specialist in cult & ritualistic crimes ﹢ victim advocacy, formerly an officer for the los angeles police department ( lapd )’s k–9 unit. 29, italian–american. raised by rossi & his ( late ) first wife in my sick, constantly in–and–out of the hospital mother’s stead. my biological father is out of the picture ( read as: stuck behind prison bars. ) ⁎ dynamics with the team are all fine & dandy. then again, reid may just be the one honest to god bane of my existence. hate him, love him, love to hate him & hate to love him. or however it goes.

fun fact — when not busy with bau–related work, i’m in charge of overseeing the fbi’s k–9 dogs’ training. because... hell yeah ?

main tag: #✳ᬊ：wheels up in 30﹒

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✡ ❛ supernatural x criminal minds @ john’s bastard daughter & half–sister to the winchesters. from a mol family before the mol "disbanded". fbi agent & unit chief of the prd ( preternatural research & defense ) unit, successors to the american men of letters. specialist in undercover ops, linguistics ( enochian ), demonology ﹢ werewolf lore, tracking, hunting. called to deal with violent cases where the supernatural ﹢ hunters are suspected to be involved & tasked to "protect" its existence while eradicating the problem at its source. without alerting the general population, nor local law enforcement.

crossover drs are fun. they are. huh-uh. really.

main tag: #✳ᬊ：confidential﹒

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✡ ❛ yellowstone @ a cozier experience than what’s seen in the show, for all of my western & cattle–driving & horse–taming dreams. fourth dutton child & youngest daughter, one of three barrel racers competing for the ranch ( my main mount is a palomino ahq mare ) & kennel manager of the dutton border collies, also situated on the ranch’s land, where we raise and train our working stockdogs. a blood feud between my s/o’s family & mine makes for a nice romeo & juliet trope — minus the deaths.

main tag: tba.

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[deepestnightcolor]

Hi! I love your writing and how you picture Sam 💛 Could I make a request? Like Sam taking the farmer to Zuzu City? Could be something romantic? Something else 👀 Sam sharing part of his past maybe? It's up to you, thank you 💖

ᴀ/ɴ: Hehe...So I can explain, really! No, I can't really. I don't know what happened here, my fingers had a mind of their own and this just happened! I hope you will enjoy! Thank you so, so much for your request and the compliment <3 I love writing Sammy Wammy!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 2608 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: trauma, angst, daddy issues(?) THERE'S ALSO FLUFF AND SOFTNESS!

☾ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☽

He was fidgeting next to you in his bus seat, and he had been for the last half an hour, worsening the closer the two of you got to Zuzu City. It was either his leg bouncing up and down, or his fingers wandering through his hair, just to comb it back into place moments later. Every now and then he shifted around on the seat as he tried to get comfortable, just to return to bouncing his leg.

You had been watching Sam, your hand wrapped around his, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin. You had rarely ever seen him so nervous. Energetic, yes, but this was pure and simple nervousness. Still, you hadn’t dared to ask about it just now, knowing that he would tell you about it when he was ready.

“Oh, look, a baby cow!” You called out, leading your intertwined hands to the window to point at the passing baby animal. A chuckle rumbled from next to you, a pair of blue eyes being mirrored by the window. “Like you don’t have some running around your farm almost every year?” He teased back, making you smile at his reflection. “Well, you see me almost every day and still get excited like a lovesick puppy when you see me, don’t you?” Another chuckle, lighter than the first one had been. His chin found its way on your shoulder so he could follow the blur of scenery with you; his voice now incredibly close to your ear. “Guilty as charged and yet blameless,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it, falling back into his seat.

Sam had surprised you with his wish to go to Zuzu City pretty much the evening before. He wanted to show you something, he had explained. Refresh some memories, maybe. He had been very vague in his reasoning, but the look in his eyes had told you everything you needed to know; that he needed you there with him. And who were you to refuse your Sammy boy? You had gotten up a little earlier than usual to care for all the animals, even early enough to get under the shower and throw on a fresh change of clothes before meeting Sam at the bus stop. He hadn’t been nervous then, but there had been a rubber band around his hand, which meant there was something he didn’t want to forget. Instead of asking him, you had pressed a kiss to his lips, enjoying his bubbly conversation as you got on the bus. However, his flow of words had slowly begun to cease the further you had gone from Pelican Town, and instead, his nervous fidgeting had picked up.

“Look, Zuzu.” His words were barely audible. A mere whisper, almost drowning in the sound of the growling motor. Still, you had heard it, and you had looked ahead to see the city building up in the distance. The sight always filled you with a feeling of dread and thankfulness. Memories of Joja cooperate bleeding into the feeling of hope you had when you took the leap and started your journey to become a farmer. You were pretty certain these conflicted feelings would have an impact on your voice as well, but Sam’s was filled with a hint of fear, an edge of respect. It made you wrap your arm around him, press a kiss to his cheek. Whispering “You’ll be fine, I am here,” in his ear. Sam gave you a smile of gratitude, almost shooting up from his seat when the bus came to a halt.

Hesitation kept him in place, but then his hand reached out for yours again, only moving forward when he felt the warmth of your palm against his, and how your fingers ghosted over his skin. He wordlessly took the bag you had brought, shouldering it while the two of you hopped off the bus.

There was no need to ask the blond what you would do now; his long legs set a fast pace, leaving you no other option but to follow. You stumbled through streets that you had once known and that seemed to be natural to Sam. He weaved the two of you through the onslaught of pedestrians, working against the flow like he had never done anything that wasn’t this. Every five steps he looked over his shoulder to check if you were still following him, as if his hand didn’t hold you to him like a leash. Not that you minded, quite the contrary; While Sam seemingly had no problem navigating through the masses of bodies, through the twists and turns of the city, you certainly weren’t used to this anymore.  It was loud and fast and felt like everyone was pulling you away from your beloved, like they were tugging at you. Too many bodies, too much noise, and you could have sworn that the two of you were getting lost in the city’s gaping mouth- until you weren’t.

Sam had abruptly halted in front of an apartment complex, his eyes searching the rows of windows for a particular one. Suddenly, his hand flew forward, pointer finger leading your gaze to a window that seemed like all the others, but had the man’s finger trembling. “That’s…That’s where it all started.”

If this had been a video game, you would have been sure that any moment now a soft soundtrack would start playing, underlining the impact that this place had taken on Sam, but also pointing out the trust he must feel toward you to be sharing this with you right now.

“We were living here. That was the window to my room – if you squint closely, you can still see the imprints my stickers have left on the window…I put them there when mom wasn’t looking. We didn’t get them off- not until we moved, anyway. When we moved they complied almost immediately. It felt hopeless when I peeled them off. Like the last act of rebellion was giving in…”

He bit around his lower lip, obviously considering if he should go on. Really share this with you. What if you thought he was weird? Melodramatic? But then there were your words. So soft, so understanding. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me…But I am here. To listen. To support you.” Since there wasn’t any music, you pressed around his hand, trying to underline how serious you were. It seemed enough for your boyfriend.

“We moved around a lot, you know? And I always…Ya know, I always was the class clown in school, but that didn’t mean I had many friends,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “moving around a lot meant changing schools a lot. And this… this was the first place I erm…I felt good to be at. I didn’t feel completely hopeless when entering like I did everywhere else. We got settled here. Mom really worked on making this place our place. It felt like…Yes, like we would settle. Even my grades got better, hah! I don’t think I ever got grades that high again.” His knuckles turned white with how hard he was holding on to his backpack strap, the fond smile that had been adorning his lips now a bitter grimace. “It was summer. Hot and loud, like today. I think Vince was about three when we got the letter. I picked it up, and it felt like…Like it was fucking burning my hand. I don’t know. It felt weird, it gave me the urge to throw it away. But it was my father’s, and who was I to throw my father’s stuff away? Especially a letter? Now I wish I did, but- but I didn’t. I brought it to him, I was happy that awful shit of paper was off of my skin and the feeling slowly stopped prickling on my hand…But when I saw my father’s face. Fuckin’ hell. He looked at me like I had told him I had gotten three girls pregnant and was running away from them – so disappointed and angry. He told me to go to my room, and really, fucking really, I had never been so confused in my LIFE.”

Sam had now begun wandering up and down in front of the building like an animal caught and chained to a wall, too nervous and fierce to sit still and accept its fate, but too weak to break free and run away. You followed his steps, attempting to show him that you were here by kissing his arm and sometimes knuckles, by just humming and caressing him, and it seemed to work as he slowed his steps.

“Turns out – he was called in for the war. I delivered the news that my father was going to war, you know? My dad, a garbage man. Drafted for a war. From then on out, it was like doom had moved in with us. Mom and dad kept having screaming matches in the bedroom. My mom didn’t know what she should do, my dad screaming back that he would serve, as that’s what he needed to do. For this country, for us. My dad, barely able to look me in the eye anymore. Me, not knowing what I had done, why I was to blame.”

There was a smile on his face, this time sour. “Can you believe blaming your kid for having to go to war?” He sighed, and you only now realized that he was sweating. You felt helpless, as if you saw the little blond boy right in front of you, so pained, so confused- “I tried to make it up to him first because I felt like I had to. Showing him my best grades, showing him the new skills I had learned. Showing him projects I started, but he didn’t- he told me he had more important things at hand. The screaming matches kept up, and I- I don’t know. I stopped paying attention at school again. The friends I had were the only comfort I had – my dad apparently hated me, and my mom was so busy with Vincent and preparing for my dad’s absence…Don’t get me wrong. She did everything for us. But- I didn’t feel seen. I felt invisible at home, but I had my friends.  At some point, though, they sat me down and told me we would move. To Pelican Town, where it was safe. Safer than here, at least. I threw a complete temper tantrum, kicked the table, yelled at them. I even ran out on the streets. When my mom found me the next morning, she had a similar look in her eyes as dad, but she was…defeated. Done.”

He inhaled sharply, a quiver making his voice unsteady. “. We packed our stuff, we packed our car and then we went to Pelican Town, it didn’t matter how much I begged. It didn’t matter that I barricaded myself in the room. It didn’t matter that I told them that this was home. We packed, and we went.  The car ride was so, so silent. Eerily so. Not even the radio played. I…erm. I believed that at least the doom that moved in with us would stay behind, in that small apartment in the city. But it followed us. Mom and dad didn’t scream anymore. They seemed…done. I think the implications of dad going to war, the possibilities…They finally kicked in. They kicked in for me, too. What I had delivered to my dad that day. What it meant. What it could lead to.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Sam.” “I know that now. I have always supressed this memory, always supressed that guilt. My dad even hugged me when he had to go and told me he was sorry. That he loved me. But… the ghost of these last memories here have been haunting me, and…and I needed to let them go. I needed to bring them back here and let them go.” Sam finally turned around to you, allowing you to see his face. Tears had left a trail behind on his heated-up cheeks, and more were falling from these precious blue eyes that you had fallen in love with. You wrapped your arms around him, which had something snap in Sam. His shoulders tensed as he sobbed into your neck, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, scared you would fade just like the good memories in that apartment had, good slowly being replaced by the darkness of the threatening unknown. But you wouldn’t fade.

You allowed Sam to cry in your arms, holding his shaking body to yours, making yourself his rock in the turbulent seas of his emotions, making yourself steady for him so he could break down. Sam held you and sobbed, tears flowing into your shirt. “Wasn’t your fault, Sammy,” you whispered, kissing his head.

You didn’t know how long you were standing there, holding Sam to you while he cried. You didn’t care, either. At some point, though, loud sobs ebbed into soft sniffles, the stream of tears ceasing against your soaked shirt. Sam’s shoulders slumped, his grip on you slowly loosening, instead holding you now as well. He held you like you held him, before slowly lifting his head. He swallowed thickly, slowly looking down at you, who was still holding him. You were still there. You smiled up at him, rubbing your thumb over his wet cheeks. “How about…we replace those memories with some good ones? Some that make you feel good when thinking of Zuzu?” Sam didn’t have much time to answer you, because this time, you dragged him along. If you still remembered correctly, there was an old music shop around the main street somewhere, and you had the feeling some sweet music would do your pained beloved just right. His eyes went big when he saw the shop, his pace almost immediately picking up. “Fuck, I always wanted to come here!” You laughed as you followed along, allowing your boyfriend’s sudden burst of excitement luring you in. You were watching your boyfriend stare at the records in awe as he wandered the aisles. “Look, babe! The song that reminds me of you!” He called out, holding up a record. Cursive letters revealed Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love”, blue eyes that still held a hint of the boy you had seen just mere moments before now slowly sparkling at you. Like sunshine catching in freshly fallen raindrops. And Yoba, how you loved him.

It had taken hours for you to wander the city, your bag on Sam’s back had been joined by several others you had gathered on your shopping spree. One of his hands was still holding onto yours as you passed the house again. The blond slowly came to an halt mustering the building with a sense of melancholy. He had had to leave a safe space, but he had found new ones. In Seb, in his house in Pelican Town, in Vincent, and most importantly; in you. Finally, he was ready to let go.

He drew in a long breath, his eyes wandering to the window above you one last time. With a tilt of his head, he realized that the imprint of the stickers he had once left there were no longer there; faded like the curtains that fluttered in the wind. “I…I think I am ready to go.” “Are you? We can stay for a little longer if you want.” He shook his head, wiping over his eyes. “I am ready to go home.”

[the-marron]

Confession: I like the ending of Guardian drama.

And yes, whoever just thought "because you like angst, you sick cryptid, you" - yes, yes, guilty as charged.

But there is more to it than just "my favourites die and I like that for some reason", and I would like to share my other reasons.

Now, those of you who don't like it because of the emotional impact it caused them - I hear you and I won't attempt to change your minds, it is upsetting when people who deserve everything don't get it, especially if it's because they are not the "correct romance". So this is not me trying to convince anyone that this ending is *happy*, far from it. Or that you should like it, you do you.

I just want to tell you what I see in it. Spoilers under the cut.

Sorry, no pictures because I will try to be concise.

See, Priest is a fascinating author who not only weaves amazing stories with endearing, complicated characters, but who also aims her pen at different injustices and flaws of the reality she observes. Whoever read Mo Du, or Guardian, probably noticed that she points out different social issues that she finds concerning or worth talking about. Some of them even made it into the drama, and got elaborated on.

An incomplete list:

- illegal immigration problem (Dixing/Haixing tensions)

- nepotism (ZYL, GCC)

- children left with elders not equipped to care for them (Li Qian)

- healthcare that depends on money and connections ( the Zu Ma arc, the entire Merit Brush arc)

Just to name a few.

Now, one of the things that is shown to be a big problem from the very beginning is the Xingdu Ministry - they want ZYL to stop causing trouble, to keep the existence of Dixing hidden, they conduct their own shady experiments on Dixingren and Haixingren too.

Now, when Ye Zun starts appearing in Haixing and the team already knows that his goal is to incite the Dixingren to attack, ZYL goes to the Minister and tells him that he wants to warn the people, to prepare them for what's coming and to try to dissipate the tensions before YZ comes.

The Ministry declines.

They try to cover it up, even when the Minister gets kidnapped, even when Zhao Xinci was kidnapped, the Ministry's policy is: deny, deny, deny. "Let's wait it out, let's not cause panic, let's not make any hasty movements"

Then Ya Qing uploads the files and reveals everything about the SID to the world and... Xingdu Ministry allows the hunt for everyone in the SID.

And then, the finale happens, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei give their lives to save the two worlds and...

Nothing changes.

Dixing and Haixing are separated, and yes Dixing gets light again, the clock starts, but these two worlds did not learn to co-exist, no.

The Ministry didn't change their tune any - they cover up the cost of victory. Shen Wei is no longer a concern anyone speaks about for long, and there is a stranger walking in Zhao Yunlan's body, assuring people a year later that everything is fine, that the crisis will not be repeated, that the heroes of the day, the SID, are still here.

That's the tragedy of the ending and also the part that points an accusing finger at the people in power. The real heroes are swept under the rug, the word 'sacrifice' is not uttered in the open, it's a 'victory'. Sounds familiar, if you look at history.

Lin Jing and Da Qing come to Yunlan's flat because this is the only place where they can still mourn, where they can say out loud "these people are no longer here and we miss them."

But the official narration is different.

According to the official version of events, there is no professor Shen and Zhao Yunlan is alive, the hero is still here.

Except he isn't. The drama ends up in a lie, Dixing changed but Haixing didn't. Officially there is no one to mourn.

I am aware that I am approaching it through the lenses of someone who watches propaganda pieces and analyses them for fun, but I find this ending really interesting, because it is a real tragedy consciously wrapped into a pretty present - "look, nothing happened! No one died, life goes on", but the inclusion of Zhang Shi walking around in ZYL's body with a heartbreak on his face is here for a reason, I believe.

This is a propaganda in the making, happening before our very eyes.

And I think it's a very Priest thing to do, to draw our attention to how horrible it is. Because we, the viewers, know the real costs - Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan, Sha Ya, Wang Zheng - we know these characters, we spent 40 episodes getting to know them and care about them. How dare you say they are acceptable numbers. How dare you say there were no sacrifices?

And yet that's what the Xingdu Ministry wants you to accept.

And yeah, we, the viewers should absolutely be angry about that.

[geddy-leesbian]

Leon starts softly crying when he wakes up alone. Of course it wasn't real. Of course it was all just a dream. Of course Luis didn't really charge back into his life like a knight in shining armor, enthusiastically volunteering to fix almost every single problem in Leon's life. It was too good to be true. Leon cries harder when he turns his head to face the nightstand and sees a wad of cash. He didn't dream it. Luis really did drop everything to rush to Leon after he called and made promises, and then he left. Leon feels so cheap and used. Luis came over, had sex with Leon, then put cash on the nightstand and left. He feels like a whore.

All those things he said about raising it as his own child, financially supporting Leon through the rest of the pregnancy, signing the birth certificate without a paternity test, they were all just hot air. Luis probably realized it was stupid to stick around for a worthless slut like Leon and raise a kid that may or may not be his. He left some cash so he could wash his hands of everything without feeling too guilty, but it's a one time thing. Leon won't be getting ongoing financial help, he won't have a co-parent, he's never seeing Luis again. Leon closes his eyes and decides he'll treat himself to a couple minutes of sobbing and wailing instead of just trying to bottle his emotions up like usual. “Shit, shit, mi amor, what's wrong? You need me to call 911? Drive you to hospital?” “Luis?” Leon opens his eyes to see a very nervous looking, shirtless Luis looking down at him. “You're here? What?” Luis looks even more concerned by Leon's questions. “Can I touch you?” Leon nods and Luis feels his forehead and cheek with his hand, then touches his wrist. Finally his hand makes its way to Leon's back and rubs circles on it, and holds Leon's hand gently with his other hand. “I'm here because last night you called me and told me you wanted to see me, and you also told me that you're pregnant, and I promised to take care of you, does any of that ring a bell?” “No, no, I remember everything. Nothing's physically wrong, you can calm down,” Leon eventually manages to say between sobs. “Just confused. Where were you? You weren't in bed?” “Oh. Yeah. I slept on the floor. You were being a little… let's just say, assertive, in your sleep. You kept elbowing me, and kicking me, yelling at me a bit. I decided I should just sleep on the floor in the first place, rather than wait for you to kick me all the way off the bed.” “Sorry. Been having nightmares a lot lately, probably hit you fighting off something fucked up in my dream.” “Should I try to wake you up if it happens again? Save you from your bad dreams?” “If it happens again?” “Yes?” Luis's face mirrors Leon's confused expression. “If tonight you start tossing and turning like you did last night, should I let you keep resting, or try to wake you up and calm you down?” Luis slept on the fucking floor most of the night because Leon kept attacking him in his sleep, and yet he's signing up to be subjected to it all over again tonight. “Seriously? You're sleeping here tonight?” “I am. Unless you don't want me to?” “No, I want you to. Just hard to believe you want to. And you should wake me up if I get like that again. You might get punched though.” “That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for you,” Luis's body starts to feel more relaxed against Leon's as Leon's tears and rapid breathing slow. “That was what you were crying about just now? Bad dream?” “No,” It would have been so easy to just say yes and let the discussion drop, but he's trying not to lie anymore. “I cried because you weren't in bed with me. Thought I was back to the whole single parent, single income, somehow making everything work plan.”

“That's as far from reality as your nightmares are. I'm here, I won't be walking out on you, and my money is your money. Got it?” “I still feel like one day you're just going to wake up and realize how fucked up this is and that I'm not worth it and walk away.” “Shit,” Luis mutters to himself when he glances over at the clock. “As much as I want to lay here and argue with you and make promises all day long, I actually need to go. Right now. I mean, I actually needed to go an hour ago, the director is going to kill me,” Luis jumps up and picks his wrinkled shirt up off the floor and puts it on backwards, a.nd he's moving and talking too fast for Leon to get a word of warning in. “Technically, I am walking out on you right now. But I am not walking out on you. I'll be back in time for dinner, we'll have whatever you want, I love you, bye!”

[certifiedwomenkisser]

one bed - 1997 daron malakian

OK SO. this is possibly the cringiest thing i will ever write BUT PLEASE MY GUILTY PLEASURE IS THE ONE BED TROPE I LOVE IT SM 🙏

one-shot, reader is gn!! :D

(it got rlly sloppy towards the end but i was so tired when writing this so please forgive me 😭)

daron held open the door to you and his shared hotel room, you thanked him and walked through the doorway before stopping when you got into the room, daron, who was still behind you closing the door, noticed you stop

"hey, what's wrong? is the room ant infested or someth-"

you both stared at the room in front of you, the room itself was fine, the view from the window was actually quite remarkable, the only glaring issue, was the bed, or perhaps lack thereof.

there was only one bed.

how exactly did you end up in this situation? well, you had met daron by chance at your job in the coffee shop in your town, one day he came in to order a coffee and just kept coming back, a simple relationship between a barista and a regular at a coffee shop quickly bloomed into a friendship, which led to you meeting the members of the band he was in (system of a down), you went down a treat and you quickly became friends with all of them, which led to you tagging along with them to their latest concert.

thinking serj was the most trust worthy member, you all decided to put him in charge of setting up accommodation. he booked up a quaint little hotel in the town where they were preforming, everything was well and good, of course until now.

you should've known better than to trust serj, the asshole probably did it on purpose. you were hoping that this was a harmless prank and that he wasn't aware of your crush on daron. you thought you had been slick, maybe slipping up here and there, but surely not enough to be noticable? you looked to daron to see what he thought of the situation

"serj definitely did this on purpose, right?"

he turned to look at you

"oh, 100%."

he sighed before putting his bag on the floor

"well, i suppose i'll sleep on the floor"

"no, no, you don't have to do that!"

"yes, i do."

"no you definitely do not!"

you squinted your eyes at him, determined to win this debate

he sighed once again

"you know what? we can finish this discussion later, i can't win when you're like this"

he chuckled, you giggled back

"haha, i win!"

"for now."

"yeah, yeah. sure."

you both left your room before meeting up with serj, shavo and john in their room, in which they indeed had three seperate single beds each

"so, how do you like your room?"

serj asked teasingly, oh, he knew what he did alright.

"i think we're missing a bed serj, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

you punched his arm lightly, he shrugged innocently with a devilish look in his eyes

"not a clue."

serj, shavo and john started laughing while you and daron just looked at each other, embarrassed.

once it was getting late, you and daron went to your room.

he turned to you to attempt to win the debate from earlier

" i am sleeping on the floor"

"are we really still on this? daron, i genuinely do not mind, i'll sleep on the floor"

"i don't want you waking up with aches though!"

the argument went on for another 5 minutes before, somehow, daron finally won, but not without you insisting that he took your pillows to use as a sort of makeshift mattress.

you got yourself comfortable in your bed, you looked at the pillows on the floor beside you, this was ridiculous. you wouldn't mind sharing with daron, in fact you wouldn't mind in the slightest, but you weren't sure where his boundries laid, perhaps he didnt want to share with you because he preferred sleeping on his own? maybe he had a partner that he hadn't told you about, and he would feel bad about sharing a bed with someone else.

before you could get any deeper in your thoughts, the bathroom door opened and daron walked out. he was wearing a tight wife beater shirt with some loose shorts, you couldn't help but stare, the shirt he was wearing showed off his lean build perfectly, and of course, his face was looking pretty as always, you felt your face heat up slightly, you cleared your throat and awkwardly tried to hide your face.

daron, who seemed oblivious, just smiled at you and walked over to the window to close the curtains.

"are you really sure you'll be fine on the floor?"

as daron sat down on the pillows he looked up at you and smiled

"we've been over this, i'll be fine, i promise"

you couldnt help but fold at that smile

"fine."

you turned over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table before turning back over to face daron, who you could now barely see in the dark.

"goodnight daron."

"goodnight."

you werent sure how much time had passed, but you knew that it had to have been a while since u originally said goodnight, since there was no light behind the curtains anymore, daron had been tossing and turning the whole time. you leaned over the bed slightly and whispered

"daron.. daron!"

he turned over to face you

"yeah..?"

you could hear the grogginess in his voice

"please get into bed, ive heard you tossing and turning, you are gonna get no sleep at this rate"

you heard him grumble some excuse in his tired voice

"no, daron, i dont want to hear it! you're preforming a concert tomorrow, we can't have you falling asleep on stage."

he sat up, face inches apart from yours, just staring at you. you couldn't tell if this was supposed to somehow convince you to let him sleep on the floor, or if he was just that tired.

"come on, daron"

you sat up on the edge of your bed and held his face in your hands

"please?"

he was very clearly avoiding eye contact with you for a couple seconds, then he finally looked at you and sighed in defeat, too tired to argue now

"ok, ok."

you smiled at him and helped him pick up the pillows from the floor before setting them up on your now shared bed. daron climbed in beside you and sighed contently as he fell back into the mattress

"now you'll hopefully be able to catch some sleep"

"yeah.."

awkward silence.

"thanks for letting me share the bed"

"no problem dude.."

more silence.

"well, goodnight!"

"yeah, goodnight."

a couple minutes of silence pass, now that you finally had daron in a bed with you, you didn't want to let this chance go. you turned so that you were now facing him

"daron?"

"yeah?"

now that you had his attention, you weren't sure how to ask for what you wanted

"uh... this is probably a stupid question and you can say no if you want and i dont be offended.."

daron looked slightly concerned

"what's up?"

"do you... wanna cuddle?"

you said that so quietly that daron barely heard you, you were so embarrassed that you even dared to ask the question, your face began to really heat up now

"sure.."

daron said back, almost as quietly as you. he had also wanted to cuddle but didn't know how to ask. he awkwardly held open his arms for you. you quickly crawled over to him, laying your head on his chest and laying your arm across his abdomen, while he draped his arm over your body and left his hand at your waist

"are you comfortable?"

you asked, nervous about daron's sleep being more interuppted by you.

"yeah, im good, you?"

you smiled and rubbed your head lightly against his chest

"great."

you both smiled, content laying with each other

"well, i suppose this is the final goodnight" daron chuckled

"yeah..."

"goodnight then."

"goodnight.."

you paused for a couple seconds

"i love you."

you thought you said it quiet enough that daron couldn't hear you, but he heard alright.

that singular phrase kept him up all night.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

how do the m6 act when they're feeling petty??? and how does mc deal with it?

The Arcana HCs: M6 being petty

~ how do I begin to say how much I love writing about these lovely characters being typically human? Thanks for the prompt anon, enjoy! - brainrot ~

Julian

He acts petty about the smaller things as a way of being silly. He can hold onto a hurt, but he prefers to deal with that stuff more directly

You see it come out the most with his younger sister Pasha

She'll be rolling her eyes at him, telling him he's an idiot and she doesn't need his help

He'll be cleaning up after dinner with her and put everything away on the top shelves

She'll get annoyed and start telling him to pull them back down for her: "I know you know what you're doing wrong, Ilya!"

"What's that? I'm just your idiot older brother, Pasha, since when do I know what I'm doing?"

"I mean it! Take them down for me now, you know I can't reach up there!"

"I thought you didn't need my help."

He'll be giving her his usual rogueish grin, casually dodging her swipes at his kneecaps as he pulls everything back down

He wants to get his point across though, so he'll use the opportunity to reorganize her kitchen while she's distracted

Now the dish towels are in the oven and the sugar and salt are mixed up. He might even dose Pepi with some catnip on the way out

Asra

For someone with such a chillaxed approach to life, they are surprisingly easy to annoy

And yes, he gets petty when he's irritated

It rarely happens with you (usually when you're trying to annoy them on purpose), and then his petty retaliation prank is just for show (or to make a gentle point)

But if it's someone being genuinely maddening, maybe a Karen in the market place or a self-important jerk cutting in line?

Barely detectable spells designed to make them question reality in a decidedly unpleasant, but harmless way

The Karen screaming about the pumpkin bread being overbaked is suddenly under a 30 minute enchantment that makes her say the opposite of what she intends to

You've never heard anyone serve compliments so angrily: "Exceptional service! This bread is flawless! You're not being unreasonable, I am!" All while slowly turning purple with rage

And oh no, look at that, the guy who shouldered his way in front of you moments ago just made a beeline for the public lavatory, almost like he has sudden diarrhea

"Oh no, MC," Asra whispers quietly in your ear, dimples dancing, "Oh nooo ..."

Nadia

She gets petty when she feels like she's been insulted or underestimated

It's not her best look, but she has a lot of pent-up resentment about feeling constantly humiliated by her older sisters

So of course, that's what she does to the unfortunate nobleman who tries to mansplain his way out of taking care of his tenants in front of her court

She'll pull out the file of information she's gathered and grill him with no mercy: "You currently own 4 properties valued at ____, correct? And you charge your tenants ____ per month?"

You watch him go pale and gulp, "er, yes, Countess. But with the rain, building costs-"

"Your maintenance to date is estimated at costing you ____, leaving over 50 separate complaints unaddressed, some of which are several years old. If my numbers are correct, (and they are always correct, nobleman) you still have _____ in profits. That should easily cover the estimated ____ required to restore acceptable living conditions. I expect to receive a glowing report from your tenants next quarter. Will there be any issues?"

She usually feels guilty afterwards, but you can't blame her. It's just so gratifying

Muriel

He can hold a grudge, but his brand of petty is hard to notice until you get to know him better

It'll only happen with people he trusts, when they do something he disapproves of

For example, the time Asra visited and decided to feed the chickens some breadcrumbs soaked in mead. Just for fun

Watching tipsy poultry stagger and drunkenly cluck around your front yard was hilarious, but also a little sad

And Muriel doesn't appreciate it when someone disrespects nature. Even Asra

He'll sulk. It's a little comedic to watch a full grown man give someone the cold shoulder and huff and stomp his way around the hut, but it's surprisingly effective

Especially when Inanna joins in, skulking by his side and shooting the occasional disdainful glare

Asra crumbles when Faust sides with them, riding on Inanna's back and blepping at her master reproachfully

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have -" *giggle* "I shouldn't have intoxicated your chickens! It was very rude of me."

Really the apology is all Muriel wants, he'll stop sulking and maybe laugh about it later

Portia

She gets petty when someone comments on an insecurity of hers without meaning to

Being the younger sister of a charismatic older brother means that she *hates* being compared to him

She'll be enjoying drinks with you one evening at the Rowdy Raven, and one of the local regulars will make the wrong comment

"Hey, it's Devorak's little sister! Look at you carrying all those drinks, I bet you can hold your liquor almost as well as he can."

Uh oh. It's on.

She'll turn, smiling sweetly, and challenge him to a drinking contest in front of the whole tavern. He'll need help getting home

She won't stop there, either. After that it's arm wrestling, darts, even an insult war in which you hear some of the most creative roasts you've ever come across

All as her Nevivon accent gets thicker and thicker, curls flying and eyes sparking with triumph as she demolishes poor fool after poor fool

She'll be embarrassed about getting so carried away the next morning while she's nursing her hangover

It's worth it because Julian is now known at the Raven as "Miss Portia's older brother"

Lucio

In the same way that he only throws his tantrums cathartically, his pettiness is his other method of handling his short temper

On one hand, you're proud of him. It's a big improvement from ordering someone's execution because he didn't like what they said about him

On the other hand, it's hard to take him seriously when his response to an unwelcome comment is to mimick it back in their faces because he can't come up with a witty comeback

He'll be passing back by a merchant he tried to haggle with earlier when their shop assistant makes a friendly jab at him

"Hey, Mr Adventurer! You back for that deal, or is it still too much?"

He'll barely miss a beat spluttering before he whirls around and responds in a squeaky mocking voice at the top of his lungs:

"Hey shopkeep! You back for that deal, or am I still too much?"

Apparently, the teenaged assistant in question is gifted in both good humor and snark. There's a crowd gathering for the free entertainment and it's fueling both of them

Neither of them seem afraid of being immature in public so you wait it out at the nearby tea stand until they're satisfied

(If you liked Lucio's part, I highly recommend the meme my lovely mutual sent me based off of it here)

[thefandomenchantress]

I’ve seen a lot of people condemning Hu for her actions towards Nico.

Which is understandable. At this point in the story, we’ve just recently started to see that her treatment of them tends to lean less towards friendly guidance and more towards babying them (Her cutting them off, and telling them that they’re just confused). In the trial, she admits that her main goal in life is to be useful. To be needed. And this undoubtedly carries over into her friendship with Nico.

It wouldn’t be completely honest to say that none of what Hu does, like her wanting to take care of others, relates to her need to be useful. While I think it’s a little unfair to say Hu doesn’t do what she does because she cares for others, and that she instead does it in order to strengthen her self-worth, I also think it’s unfair to ignore that part of her character.

But why am I saying all of this? I’m sure plenty of people have covered this topic before. Well, here’s the thing. I don’t really love how Hu is singled out in the what-she-does-isn’t-100%-selfless department.

I think it’s understandable why she’s so easily singled out, since the most recent episode made this part of her character extremely visible:

It’s abundantly clear that this is where Hu’s character arc is going. Whether she doubles down or reflects on her behavior is still up in the air.

But I think when people saw all that, they jumped to the conclusion that someone helping others partially for their own sake was a character flaw specific to Hu. I don’t agree, though.

We’re here to talk about Levi.

Ah, yes, the Ace-Nico parallels continue. But in all seriousness, I often see people debating over this part of Hu’s character. Hell, I even wrote a fic primarily about it. I haven’t, however, seen anyone talk about how Levi…Also kinda does this?

Levi wants to be a good person. He wants to be seen as a good person, he wants to be someone people can rely on for protection. The chapter is even named after his desire for this.

And maybe it’s just me…But I think that desire carries over to his friendship with Ace, just like how Hu’s desire to be useful carries over to her friendship with Nico.

Levi wants Ace to forgive him so badly. Why? Why? Honestly, it’s a question that kind of bothers me, because…

…This breakdown just doesn’t feel spontaneous to me. It feels like the entire chapter (and prologue) was leading up to it. Levi, in this moment of stress, is finally fed up with Ace, enough so that he even threatens his life.

As we’ve seen before, Levi doesn’t usually get this emotionally charged. The only way for this to happen is for these feelings of his to have been building up for a long time.

Which returns us to our question: If Levi doesn’t even seem to like Ace that much, then why does he want Ace to forgive him so badly?

It isn’t because he valued his and Ace’s friendship to an astronomical degree, (a friendship that only lasted less than a week), it’s because Ace not forgiving Levi makes Levi feel like a bad person.

He needs Ace to forgive him, to say that it’s okay and that he knows deep down Levi is a good person and didn’t mean it. Otherwise he’s stuck feeling guilty and like all the progress he’s been making towards his goal of being good is gone.

One could even say that feeling like a good person was Levi’s motivation to be friends with Ace in the first place, because let’s face it. I love Ace, I really do. And I don’t blame him for not wanting to forgive Levi immediately. If someone threatened my life like that, I’d probably need a week or maybe more to recover before wanting to forgive them. But not wanting to forgive Levi isn’t quite the equivalent to the way Ace treats Levi, even before Levi threatens him. Why would Levi genuinely want to spend so much time around a person who, in simple terms, treats him like shit?

The answer may be that being friends with Ace, someone who he thought needed protection, felt like the right thing to do. It felt like what a good person would do. They would put up with Ace’s antics in order to help him, even if it wasn’t much fun.

I’m very aware that this is an…Uncharitable look at Levi’s character. A pessimistic analysis on why he does what he does. But I believe that if we’re going to condemn Hu, maybe we should consider Levi’s actions as well.

I’m not trying to say that what Levi and Hu do is the same. But they are comparable. In the end, it feels like neither do what they do purely because they care and want to protect others. Hu wants to be useful, Levi wants to be good. And they act accordingly.

Hopefully all this makes sense. I just wanted to share a take I had on an issue I’ve seen floating around. If you want to share your thoughts on this I’d love to hear them. I’m curious to see what people think about this, since I haven’t seen people talk about it before.

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Two

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two: Can I Order You to be Executed?

Summary: Demons, angels, and humans walk into a sacrificial chamber and go looking for a fight.

            (Y/N) squirmed against the ropes as more were added to tie them to the sacrificial table in the Mayan nightclub. When they got out (because they refused to let anyone go through with sending them to Hell), they were smashing this place to bits. Seriously, this sort of theme was asking for trouble, and now (Y/N) was having to deal with the stupid irony.

            “You guys are going to regret this,” snapped (Y/N), eyes blazing with anger as they glared at Squee and Dromos.

            Dromos scoffed. “As if you have any power here. An angel is formidable, sure, but a baby bird like you? We can handle you.”

            “They can’t even bring their wings out,” said Squee.

            (Y/N) pulled against the ropes around their torso, and the itch in their wings flared as they wanted to bring them out but couldn’t.

            “Soon, this will be all over,” said Dromos. “And we can clip the bird’s wings if we have to.”

            “Can I help?” said a woman demon, walking out of the shadows.

            Yaaaay, more, thought (Y/N) sarcastically.

            “We can all pull a feather,” said Dromos, chuckling.

            I’m really going to need to talk to Dad about what he taught these guys, thought (Y/N). They’re worse than him.

            “You’re not pulling anything from me,” snapped (Y/N). They smirked. “But if you want, you can get close to my shadow.” The drugs were still subduing their abilities, but they could move their own shadow enough. “I can pull on you.”

            The woman took a step back, and Squee eyed the shadow beneath (Y/N) warily. Dromos confidently took a step closer and grabbed (Y/N)’s hair. He jerked their head back, and they bit back a cry at the awkward angle their neck was forced into.

            “You’re really Lucifer’s kid. Only his kid would be so stupid as to challenge the people in charge now,” said Dromos.

            “Yeah, well, if he’s an idiot, what are you for obeying him for thousands of years?” sneered (Y/N).

            Dromos growled and roughly slammed their head against the stone before letting go and walking to Squee to make further preparations.

            (Y/N) blinked away blurry vision after hitting their head. They watched Squee hold up a vial to Dromos and the light. They knew what that meant: they were running out of time.

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            “Alright, is there anything we need to know about how to fight a demon?” asked Chloe as she, Lucifer, and the LBGTQ+ Breakfast club (minus (Y/N)) walked towards the Mayan.

            “Not really,” said Lucifer. “They’re just super strong, scary, and mean.”

            “They’re like Maze except they can’t feel pain ‘cause they’re borrowing human bodies and lack any care for any humans,” said Em.

            “So we don’t have to feel guilty if we harm the bodies?” said Marcel.

            “No, they’re dead human bodies,” said Em.

            “Well, that’s one thing off my conscious,” said Olive.

            “I really don’t think you four should be here,” said Chloe. “You’re just kids. I don’t want you fighting unkillable demons.”

            “We’re staying,” said Leon matter-of-factly.

            “Detective, they are killable,” said Lucifer, helpfully for the teens but unhelpfully for Chloe. “You just need a little extra oomph.”

            “We’ve got oomph,” said Noa.

            “Yes, but none of you are coming in,” said Lucifer. “No humans are coming into the Mayan to fight.”

            “What?!” Chloe and the teens all clamored angrily.

            “Oh, yes, I am,” said Chloe.

            “We’re not staying out here while (Y/N)’s in danger,” exclaimed Marcel.

            “Demons or no demons, they’re our friend,” said Leon.

            “It’s too dangerous for humans,” said Em, shaking their head.

            “Detective, you in particular…could cause some problems. I’m vulnerable when you’re around, remember?” said Lucifer.

            “But not when (Y/N)’s there,” said Chloe, easily seeing through Lucifer’s attempt to get her away to safety.

            “I don’t make you vulnerable, either.”

            Everyone jumped and turned to see Eve walking in the street behind them. She had followed them. Em growled and moved forward, but Olive grabbed her shirt and pulled her back with impressive strength.

            “Eve!” exclaimed Lucifer, also frustrated since he didn’t have time to deal with her. His kid was in danger inside the Mayan.

“You’re supposed to be at the Penthouse,” said Chloe.

            “I know,” said Eve. “But I needed to apologize for…for all of it, and everything I’ve put you through. And for (Y/N). I never wanted them to get hurt. I-I’m really sorry.”

            “Tell it to (Y/N),” snapped Em.

            “I-I will. That’s why I’m here. I’ve realized that I-I wanted Lucifer, or I thought I did, but I realize I’ve just been missing the person I used to be. When I was with you.” Eve looked down. “(Y/N) was right. I was trying to make you someone you’re not because I don’t know who I am. And I’m so so sorry I didn’t realize sooner.”

            “Well, I hope that you find who you are, but I really wish you’d had this epiphany before you let demons loose on Los Angeles,” said Lucifer.

            “You and me both,” said Eve.

            “I can still punish her for her lack of vision,” grumbled Em, and Marcel put his hand out so she’d run into him if she got away from Olive.

            “I know I deserve it,” said Eve. “I understand that there’s nothing I can do to make up for what I’ve done. But I’m gonna have to try. So, that’s why there’s nothing you can do to stop me from going in there.”

            “Very well,” said Lucifer after a moment. Eve didn’t seem to be lying. And he was all for having more people on their side against the demons. It meant he had a chance of saving (Y/N). “We’ll just have to wait for my brother and Maze to—”

            As if summoned, Amenadiel landed from the sky carrying Maze. His black wings disappeared into his back, and he put Maze down.

            Maze stared at Eve. “What are you doing here?”

            “Lucifer told us what you did,” said Amenadiel.

            “Hey, adults!” said Noa. “Can we focus on getting (Y/N) out of there?”

            “I’m sure you’ll all be able to argue later,” said Leon.

            “What are they doing here?” asked Maze, staring at Chloe and Lucifer.

            “Relax, they know,” said Em.

            “They know?” said Amenadiel.

            “(Y/N) told us,” said Olive.

            “We’re here to help,” said Noa.

            “So let’s focus,” said Marcel.

            “There really isn’t any time for this,” said Lucifer. “(Y/N) is in danger. We need all the help we can get.”

            “Then let’s help them,” said Chloe, touching Lucifer’s hand.

            He nodded, and everyone turned to the Mayan with pure determination.

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            Dromos walked up to the stage with the vial in hand. He raised it over (Y/N)’s tied body and uncorked the bottle. (Y/N) clamped their lips shut, determined not to drink it as he lowered it towards them. They weren’t doing any goddamned ritual.

            “Dromos!”

            A powerful voice boomed and echoed around the room. (Y/N)’s heart pounded in relief.

            “Dad!” they cried.

            Their head turned to see him, and the demons looked up from the sacrificial table to Lucifer as he stared at them. Amenadiel, Maze, Eve, and Em stood beside him. Farther back in the shadows, (Y/N) could see their friends and Chloe waiting to help.

            Everyone came…to help me? (Y/N)’s eyes widened. They knew Lucifer would care and so would their friends, but to see so many people…it was a shock.

            “Surely you know that underage drinking is illegal here on Earth,” said Lucifer, smirking.

            Dromos laughed mirthlessly as he leaned back and corked the vial protectively. “Now, you see, the thing is, I don’t take orders from you anymore. Not since the whole abdication thing. So…long live King (Y/N). We just have to clip their wings a little, and they’ll listen to some input from us. Think of us as…regents to the throne.” Dromos grinned.

            “If I’m King, can I order you to be executed?” snapped (Y/N), but they clamped their mouth shut again when Dromos dangled the vial over them.

            “Now, Lucifer, you gotta admit you’ve been a bit of a selfish king, keeping the whole Earth thing to yourself,” said Dromos.

            Isn’t it really God’s thing? thought (Y/N), but at this point they really couldn’t expect demons or angels or anyone else biblical to have logic.

            “Give me my child,” snapped Lucifer, not having anything to offer Dromos other than anger at his treatment of (Y/N), Lucifer’s child, his first love.

            “Over my dead body,” said Dromos. He chuckled. “Oh, that—that’s right. It’s already dead.” The swarm of demons around him snickered and grinned. “So you’re gonna have to get a little creative.”

            Maze drew out her demon blades, and Em pulled out their own. They jumped down to the nightclub’s dancefloor with Amenadiel and advanced on the demons. Instantly, several demons jumped towards them, and the battle began. Maze sliced through several demons, and even when she got hit, she refused to stay down. Amenadiel was just as formidable, able to take attacks and deal out ones of significant strength. Em relied on her smaller figure and speed. She dodged around attackers and slashed at muscle to slow down their human bodies. They didn’t feel the pain, but torn tendons and ligaments affected movement all the same.

            Eve had one of Maze’s knives and stabbed at demons that tried to make it out the door. Chloe was waiting for those trying to run into the fray and shot at them. Several ran for the humans guarding the exit angrily. If they could kill the humans, after all, they could bring out more demons for their cause.

            One grabbed Olive from behind, and she cried out before grabbing their wrist and throwing them over their shoulder. The ground cracked upon impact, and she stared before curling her hands into fists. If she was suddenly strong, that was fine with her. She pivoted and punched a demon going for Em.

            Noa grinned and decided to not wait around, either. Chloe was shooting demons, and Noa grabbed one running for her. The demon’s strength faltered, and he seemed to gasp for breath before falling to his knees. Em sent a knife through his head before he could recover at all.

            Leon grabbed the knife and spun on another demon, dodging the swipe from her. They grabbed her arm, and the demon blinked sluggishly as she felt herself tire. Leon took advantage of her sudden exhaustion and plunged the knife into her. Em ripped it out and went for another demon.

            Marcel hit one demon when he went for Leon, and the demon jerked back. He turned on Marcel and grabbed the teen, but as he tried to throttle him, he coughed. The demon coughed heavily, and blood spilled over his lips. Marcel made a grossed-out face and kicked the demon back. Olive grabbed him and tossed him carelessly to the side.

            None of them asked questions about what was happening and just continued fighting.

            Lucifer approached the stage, but Dromos dragged (Y/N)’s body up and held the vial over their mouth, forcing it open with his other hand.

            “Ah-ah-ah,” he said as Lucifer slowed and tensed. “I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you.”

            Two other demons lunged at Lucifer, and he blocked their attacks. They remained in front of Dromos as Lucifer narrowed his eyes.

            “You are going to pay, Dromos,” said Lucifer darkly.

            “Really? My money’s on me, pal,” said Dromos, still dangling the vial.

            The two demons attacked again, but Lucifer easily parried them. Still, one landed a hard kick, and Lucifer stepped back upon impact.

            Dromos clicked his tongue in disappointment. “You’re getting soft,” he admonished condescendingly. “Getting all mushy with the humans. It’s disgusting.”

            “Ah!” An angry yell pierced the air, and Eve threw a makeshift blindfold over Dromos’s eyes. He stumbled and let go of (Y/N). Lucifer quickly threw the other two demons to the side before grabbing his kid.

            “Dad!” they said in relief as he cut through the ropes holding them.

            “(Y/N), you have to run,” said Lucifer protectively. “Do you understand? Em and your friends will get you out.”

            “No, I have to fight with you!” said (Y/N).

            “No!” said Lucifer, grabbing their shoulders. He stared into their eyes. “This is your father trying to protect you, do you understand? I’m not letting my child stay in danger. Go.” He cupped their cheek. “Let me protect you for once.”

            (Y/N) stared at him before nodding and running off of the platform. Instantly, Em was at their side. She touched their hand to reassure (Y/N) she was there (and to reassure herself). Then, they were off, running towards the entrance where their friends were defending their exit.

            Several demons ran at them and grabbed their friends. (Y/N) reacted instinctively and raised a hand. The shadows erupted out of every pool of darkness and grabbed the demons attacking the teens. They were dragged back, and (Y/N) quickly stood in front of their friends.

            Their wings burst out from their back, bright red and glorious. They glared at the demons as the shadows rose up around them. The demons had the good sense to take a step back.

            “You threatened the people I love,” said (Y/N) darkly. “No one gets away with that.”

            The shadows grabbed the demons even as they tried to flee, and Em’s knives were ripped from their hands by shadows to plunge themselves into the many demons. The bodies slumped to the ground, permanently dead. Around them, Amenadiel, Eve, Maze, and Chloe were finishing the others. Lucifer kicked Dromos back, and the leader of the demons stumbled.

            “There’s no one left, Dromos,” said Lucifer. “Party’s over.” He was ready to punish the demon for what he’d tried to do to (Y/N). No one got away with hurting his kid. “I think it’s time you went home.”

            Dromos glared. “Make me.”

            Amenadiel and Maze grabbed Dromos’s arms while Lucifer took off his coat. “Very well.” His eyes turned red, and he took Maze’s demon blade and held it to Dromos’s throat.

            Dromos smirked. “Are you sure you want them to see this?” he said, staring over Lucifer’s shoulder.

            Lucifer faltered and glanced back at where (Y/N) stood and was watching him. He…He couldn’t be a monster in front of his kid.

            “(Y/N)…you were supposed to run,” he said, turning to them worriedly.

            “I have to protect my friends,” said (Y/N) simply.

            “It’s so sweet I’m gonna puke,” sneered Dromos.

            “I don’t want you to see this,” said Lucifer.

            “Then don’t do anything,” said (Y/N). “Just let Maze stab him. I don’t need you get revenge for me.” They swallowed. “I just need my dad.”

            Lucifer took a step towards them.

            And then the doors broke down. Everyone flinched, and Dromos laughed as an army of demons stalked through the doors with various weapons. There were even more bodies being inhabited.

            Instantly, (Y/N) backed up towards their friends, their wings fluttered nervously and angrily. Lucifer’s eyes went to Dromos in anger and then back to (Y/N) protectively. The swarm overtook the whole room, grabbing Eve and Chloe.

            They reached for (Y/N) and their friends, and even as the shadows fought to grab them, several demons grabbed (Y/N)’s wings and pulled them down. Em sliced at many hurting (Y/N), but they were one demon against a swarm. And Marcel, Leon, Olive, and Noa’s inexperience fighting was forcing them to lash out as best they could.

            Even Maze and Amenadiel were being distracted and forced to just focus on fighting. Everyone was fighting for their lives as the swarm of demons just kept coming.

            Dromos laughed. “It’s amazing how many demon souls you can suss from a little church confessional.”

            “(Y/N)!” said Lucifer, trying to push through the demons to grab their hand. His kid was in danger. I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m going to protect you!

            He grabbed their hand, and they held on tightly. “Dad!” they cried in fear. “Dad, my friends—help them!”

            Even in the midst of so much danger, they were thinking of everyone else they cared about, not themselves. They were being selfless and willing to sacrifice themself for everyone else.

            Lucifer’s heart swelled with pride. And then he decided to make (Y/N) proud. He let go of (Y/N)’s hand and stepped up on the dais again.

            “Enough!” he shouted, his voice distorting into a boom of brimstone and fire.

            His devil wings expanded from his back, and his skin and face turned devilish as his anger and desire to feed fear into the demons around him flared to life. He was Lucifer the angel, but he was also the Devil. And he would be damned if those demons didn’t remember exactly who he was.

            Everyone stared in shock and froze. The demons tensed in fear as Lucifer glared out at them.

            “Now bow down to your king!” boomed Lucifer’s demonic voice.

            The demons let go of Lucifer’s friends and knelt. Em also kneeled in fear, but (Y/N) reached out for her hand. They wouldn’t have them kneel. So, Em stayed close by their side.

            Even Dromos knelt. He could see his king wouldn’t have mercy for anyone who didn’t obey. Not when they had already done so much to displease him.

            “You do not belong here,” said Lucifer. “Go home.”

            His voice carried the command to all the demons. Instantly, every body being possessed collapsed, limp and dead. The demons were gone. Lucifer’s body faded to its natural skin tone, and he took several deep breaths as he looked out over everyone still standing. To his relief, everyone was alright.

            “’Bout time they went to Hell,” muttered (Y/N) in exhaustion, and their wings folded away. They made eye-contact with Lucifer, and he broke it first. They frowned, knowing he obviously felt shame for having to show such a side of himself. “Da—” Lucifer’s wings unfurled, and he flapped them once. He was gone. “—d.” (Y/N) sighed.

            “Go,” said Em.

            “I should stay to make sure you guys are—”

            “We’re fine,” said Marcel.

            “A bit bruised,” said Leon. “And the shock is likely setting in.”

            “But we’re fine,” said Noa before Leon could continue.

            “Go to your Dad,” said Olive. “I know he was worried.”

            (Y/N) looked at them and smiled. “Thank you for coming. Really.”

            “Of course, Birdie,” said Em. “You’re our friend.” And more.

            (Y/N) smiled and squeezed her hand. “Thank you.” They ran out of the room. They might not have flying down yet, but they were going to their Dad all the same. All the biblical bullshit be damned.

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[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Moving into the 60s! Yay! 🎉🎉

The final stretch of this story is upon us and I am pleased to say that it has held up so well for a drama of this length! There may have been some bits and pieces that I enjoyed less than others but I never once lost interest, which is great! And even the parts I didn't like are actually not bad, just maybe not on the level of the really, really good ones, which is a completely unfair comparison, because those are just insane.

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Heh.

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AND HE IS INTERVENING ON HER BEHALF. AGAIN.

He dared to cry after Madam Zhang! He dared!! And here he is again, taking the side of this idiot brat who nearly killed her.

I am so done with him. SO DONE.

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LMFAO.

If it bothers you so much, you can fuck her in the dark.

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Smart woman.

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Okay, so that is maybe not so smart.

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Who cares what you think?

You are also an enabling idiot who does not care to distinguish between right and wrong when it benefits your friends.

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LMAO, the Empress knows that Minglan is the only one with intelligent advice to give 🤣🤣

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LMAO, what Changbai. What Sheng Hong.

If she had been born a man, she would be running the empire.

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You are also an idiot and also digging your own grave.

However, the Emperor is less stupid than General Shen and you will never get to run amok the way your other idiotic counterpart did.

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LOL, the way the shit on all her grand plans 😂

She was counting on them being arrogant, protecting their own and giving her room to turn the court against them. No such luck!

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LMFAO, at last, a man gets punished for something he is actually guilty of.

If Gu Tingye shows up and volunteers to take the caning for him, I will riot.

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Oof.

So, life imprisonment it is, then.

Appropriate, considering she tried to murder a woman. Minglan did warn her that she would be the one suffering all the consequences when this came to a head but she refused to listen. She now gets to experience the full spectrum of the find out phase after indulging in all the fucking around.

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LMFAO, the complete lack of self-awareness and personal accountability, I cannot 🤣🤣

Such garbage people.

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What the fuck.

What is she supposed to do with her newborn, then?

Hell world.

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Yes! Charge out!

Start fighting by murdering your shit husband and becoming a wealthy widow. Fuck the temple and becoming a nun!

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LMAO, this imbecile.

After all that, she still tried to sneak out and disrupt the party.

Luckily, it seems like General Shen has learned his lesson.

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Watch this idiot go out and speak up for her.

I know this drama is trying to portray her as sympathetic but she also has shit for brains and I just want to smack her.

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Oh my god. How long are you going to keep taking credit for your sister's actions?

The nerve! This whole family is so shameless and opportunistic.

Also, I keep wondering about this dead sister. By all accounts, she was a reasonable woman. If she could see, she would probably be so ashamed of her family. They are using her sacrifice to coerce the goddamn Emperor to let them commit crimes with impunity. I feel like she would kill herself from shame.

[lauronk]

question tag game

thanks for the tag @marceltheshellwithflipflopson 😘

Do you make your own bed? nope lol mainly because my partner sleeps later than me so when he gets up he makes it!

Favourite number? 9

What's your job? i am the assistant manager at a library, in charge of outreach, marketing, & graphic novel collection management (a whole mishmash of things reallu)

If you could go back to school, would you? if i didn't have to work and it was paid for, then yeah actually. i've always loved learning, and if i could just accumulate degrees for funsies i would

Can you parallel park? uhhh maybe? idk, it's been a long time since i've had to even try

Do you think aliens are real? obvi

Can you drive a manual car? nope!

What's your guilty pleasure? i don't know actually. i have a ton of things i enjoy but nothing i feel guilty about. the closest would be soap operas but i've fallen off watching those lately too.

Any phobias? heights, spiders, drowning, and i'm not really claustrophobic unless it's like underground or something. you will never get my ass in a cave

Favorite childhood sport? dance!

Do you talk to yourself? yep, entirely too much probably.

Tattoos? so very many. depending on how you count them anywhere from 25-40, i just got 2 new ones about a couple weeks ago.

Favourite color? purple

Do you like puzzles? yes, although it's been a minute since i've done one, but i enjoy setting up at the table with something like game grumps or ink master playing in the background to work on one!

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