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robininthelabyrinth · 5 years ago

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My fav MDZS stories are ones where Mo Xuanyu lives and WWX takes him under his wing when the Sacrifice Summons goes slightly wrong. I would love to see your version of this au bc your writing is very very good and I've fallen in love. However you want to character MXY is fine, but I know you'll make him compelling.

also on ao3 because long

“It’s not wrong if you write it down,” Mo Xuanyu muttered to himself like a mantra as he scribbled down a rough explanation of what he was going to do. “If you write it down, it’s just an experiment, and that makes it okay.”

That’s what they used to say back at Koi Tower. Not all of them, no – most people didn’t talk to him, stupid shy useless stuttering bastard that he was.

But Jin Guangyao had smiled at him, smiled the way he smiled at everyone no matter how lowly, and Mo Xuanyu, flattered at the unfamiliar feeling of positive familial attention, had tentatively smiled back. That had been a mistake, of course, but he hadn’t realized it at the time – he was still young, then.

He hadn’t been crazy, then.

(Had he? He didn’t remember. The screaming nightmares weren’t until later, after he’d swallowed down that medicine that Jin Guangyao gave to him, that he’d forced down his throat with Xue Yang holding his shoulders down – they’d been regretful about it, he remembered that. That’d been nice. No one’d ever been sorry about what they’d done to him before. Or after, for that matter.)

That came later, though. Towards the end. The experiments – that was earlier, wasn’t it?

Yes. Back when Jin Guangyao still thought he might be useful, and he let him follow him around; back before Xue Yang had disappeared – wait, if Xue Yang had disappeared, who’d held him down? – back when he still called him Xue-gege because Xue Yang thought it was funny, and if he did that he could sit around in a place where no one would find him and watch while Xue Yang did…stuff.

Usually bad stuff.

Still, it was better than being anywhere else in Koi Tower. With Madame Jin, who hated him and threw things at him, just like Auntie Mo did, and his father who wanted him to talk about girls (Mo Xuanyu didn’t know anything about girls), and all the people who giggled at him and talked about him behind their sleeves as if he couldn’t still hear them.

If you write it down, it’s just an experiment, Jin Guangyao told him, smiling, because he always smiled. That’s why what Xue Yang does is okay.

Xue Yang taught him the basics of drawing arrays, how to hold the brush in your hand and push spiritual energy into it. Mo Xuanyu didn’t have very much, so it made him very tired and then he dropped the brush; that made Xue Yang laugh at him, push him down until his face was on the ground so he could get a better look at what he was drawing, and then he got bored and pulled him back up to try again.

It was still better than being taught by the Jin sect cultivators who sneered at him and ordered him to get hit with boards any time he made a mistake, and Mo Xuanyu made a lot of mistakes.

Mo Xuanyu didn’t like to talk to people much, wasn’t very good at it. Wasn’t much good for anything, really.

Except this, he supposed. This was something he could do.

Xue Yang taught him the basics of drawing arrays, but it was only ever the basics – as soon as he figured out how to do it, Jin Guangyao took over the teaching, and he only ever wanted Mo Xuanyu to learn one array in specific.

It didn’t have a name. It was an ancient, forbidden technique; those didn’t get names. Jin Guangyao’d found it in a book, hidden on an abandoned old mountain – a place where lots of people died in a battle a long time ago, and then again not so long ago – and he’d thought it was just right for Mo Xuanyu.

The array required blood, blood of the caster, incisions all over – painful ones – and the point of it was to offer up your body to some extremely villainous ghoul so that it could take revenge for you.

“But I don’t want revenge,” he’d told Jin Guangyao, plaintive and naïve. “And I don’t know any villainous ghouls.”

“You don’t have to ask for revenge,” Jin Guangyao had told him, patient. He was always patient when he wanted something. “You can ask for something else, if you want. Revenge is just the usual reason.”

“Not many things besides revenge are worth sacrificing your soul for,” Xue Yang had opined, and Jin Guangyao had glared at him like he’d said something stupid. “What? It’s true.”

“We’ll discuss the Chang clan later, Chengmei. I was talking to Xuanyu.”

Mo Xuanyu had been poking at the manuscripts, feeling doubtful, and Xue Yang’d huffed and grabbed them. “Don’t touch the papers! Wei Wuxian didn’t leave much behind; I’m not losing the bit we got.”

“Wei Wuxian,” Mo Xuanyu had said, feeling the weight of it on his tongue. He didn’t know much, but even he’d heard about the Yiling Patriarch. “Is he the villainous ghoul you want me to summon?”

“No,” Xue Yang’d giggled. “He wants you to bring back Nie Mingjue.”

Mo Xuanyu hadn’t known that name – he really didn’t know anything – but the weeks that Jin Guangyao thought that he could one day become him were probably the best in his life. He’d never been petted or coaxed before, never been treated so well; he ate nice food every day, wore nice clothing, slept as late as he liked, took lots of baths…Jin Guangyao wanted his body to be in good condition before he did the ritual. He gave him lotions to make his skin feel soft, used medicine to nourish his organs, spent hours and hours teaching him to braid his hair the way the Nies did, all complicated and pretty yet practical.

(“He’ll hate it so much,” Jin Guangyao whispered in his ear on the nights he let Mo Xuanyu share his pillow. “Soft and decadent and weak – you’ve got the weakest golden core I’ve ever seen, Xuanyu, weaker even than me, and you’re too useless to even have any ambition to make it stronger. I could push you down with one hand, overpower you, make you crawl…no one will ever be scared of you. Let’s see how much you like being the weak one, da-ge.”)

It’d only been when the ritual failed – not just once, but many times, no matter how many cuts Mo Xuanyu made on his arms or how well he painted the array – that Jin Guangyao had given up on Mo Xuanyu.

They hadn’t been able to figure out why it wasn’t working, back then, but now Mo Xuanyu thought that maybe he just hadn’t wanted it enough back then. He’d wanted to make Jin Guangyao happy, yes, and he hadn’t really cared what it cost to do it – Jin Guangyao’s arguments that he was useless and pointless, his life worthless, and so he might as well do something useful with his death were pretty convincing – but he hadn’t wanted it.

He wanted it now, though.

Something worth sacrificing your soul – it really could only be revenge, couldn’t it? Xue-gege knew what he was talking about. Revenge was something you needed, something that ate away at your soul until sacrificing it was the only thing left to be done with it, and that, that, was what was going to make the ritual work this time.

Mo Xuanyu was going to get revenge. Revenge on Auntie Mo, on Master Mo, on Mo Ziyuan, on A-Tong…they deserved it. He hated them. He hated what they did to him and how often they did it, he hated that this was his life and that nothing would ever get better, he hated hated hated…!

(“You don’t have to do this,” the young sect leader surnamed Nie had told him when they’d had tea for the last time. He’d bought Mo Xuanyu the cosmetics he liked – he’d offered to buy him something nicer, but Mo Xuanyu had his preferences; the expensive stuff didn’t feel heavy and greasy on his face, didn’t make him feel like he’d painted himself into being somebody else, someone braver. “Just so you know.”

“I know,” Mo Xuanyu’d said. Sect Leader Nie had come to ask him for any information he had about Jin Guangyao. He didn’t say why, but – Nie, Mo Xuanyu’d thought to himself, Nie like Nie Mingjue – he hadn’t been at all expecting to hear the story Mo Xuanyu’d had to tell him. He hadn’t been the one to suggest the ritual, that’d been Mo Xuanyu – he hated, hated, hated – but Mo Xuanyu never did learn the name of any of those extremely villainous ghouls so he’d asked him for a suggestion.

He’d suggested Wei Wuxian, and that’d made Mo Xuanyu giggle to the point of hysterics. Don’t touch the papers, Wei Wuxian didn’t leave much behind – oh, Xue-gege, you’d think this was so funny!)

“Gotta write it down,” he said to himself as he made the cuts and drew the array: it was already starting to glow in a way it hadn’t any of the other times he’d done it, and it wasn’t that he’d gotten any stronger. “Writing it down makes it okay…”

He went to get some paper, and that’s when the cat came in. A big old fisher cat, vicious and mean.

And, well, Jin Guangyao and Xue Yang were always talking about how you’re supposed to try stuff out before you do the real thing – practice makes perfect, that’s what they always said, until the day Jin Guangyao got tired of Xue Yang’s practice and made him disappear, and after that it wasn’t all that long until the day that he got tired of Mo Xuanyu, too, and made the sect kick him out.

(They said he was a cutsleeve, which was true, and they said he’d attacked Jin Guangyao, which was laughable – wasn’t Jin Guangyao the one who was always commenting on how weak Mo Xuanyu was? But that was after he drank the medicine that came with the nightmares and the weird spasms and the rest of it, and it wasn’t as if anyone in Koi Tower had ever listened to anything he said even before that.)

He wasn’t actually going to do anything bad to the cat. He just wanted to use it to make sure he got the markings all done right; it wasn’t as if the array would actually work, not without him in the middle – this array ran on resentment, on revenge, and how much resentment could a cat have?

Apparently Mo Xuanyu’d underestimated cats, or possibly his array-drawing skills, or maybe even it was only that he’d poured so much hatred into the array that when he put the cat down in the middle to see if the positioning was right the whole thing exploded right in Mo Xuanyu’s face.

He woke up to Mo Ziyuan kicking him and yelling about how dare he report him to his parents (he hadn’t reported anything, just asked for his stuff back, he hadn’t even meant to do that because he knew it was pointless but they’d asked what he was thinking about and it had just slipped out) while A-Tong broke all his stuff, but that was pretty normal so he didn’t think too much about it.

The cat leaping for Mo Ziyuan’s face, howling something that sounded an awful lot like the words fuck you except sort of halfway into being a cat’s meow, was new.

Kind of funny, too.

Mo Xuanyu giggled and lay back down on the floor while Mo Ziyuan ran out, crying for his mother, with A-Tong right on his heels as always.

The cat made its way back over to him and jumped up on his chest, looking down at him. It was a pretty handsome cat, now that Mo Xuanyu was looking at it: long and black, with white on its chest and like little socks on its forepaws, a noble appearance that had been concealed by the messy state of its fur.

“I’m sorry I accidentally nearly sacrificed you to a villainous ghoul,” Mo Xuanyu said to it.

“Who told you that I’m a villainous ghoul?” the cat said back. “You couldn’t find another wandering ghost as harmless as me!”

Mo Xuanyu was crazy, yes, but it wasn’t – it wasn’t that type of crazy. He had fits that sent him down to the floor, limbs thrashing crazily; he had days in which he wanted to do nothing but die; screaming nightmares at night and sometimes during the day, hearing and seeing things that weren’t there…

This was still new.

“Did you just talk?” he checked.

“You bet I talked,” the cat said. “Now tell me, how in the world did you manage to offer up the body of a cat? That’s not how that ritual’s supposed to work!”

“It was supposed to be my body, Master Cat,” Mo Xuanyu explained. “But they said that you should always try something out first –”

“First off, you shouldn’t be sacrificing yourself either,” the cat said. “That’s your soul you’re talking about – the ritual just says the soul goes back to the earth, but what if it destroys it entirely? You could’ve been doomed never to reincarnate!”

“That sounds restful,” Mo Xuanyu said wistfully.

“…you have serious issues. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Master Cat.”

“Stop calling me ‘Master Cat’. You know my name, you can use it.”

Mo Xuanyu blinked, long and slow. “But I don’t know your name? You were just the stray that lived out back behind the grocer…”

“I’m Wei Wuxian! You summoned me here and offered me a body!”

Mo Xuanyu hadn’t realized it’d worked. “Does that mean you won’t help me get revenge?” he asked, disappointed.

“I don’t exactly have much of a choice, do I?” The cat – Wei Wuxian – huffed. “That stupid ritual…how many cuts do you have?”

“Four,” Mo Xuanyu said automatically, except when he checked they were about half-there, half-gone, and after a little bit of investigating it looked like the other half of them were echoed in appropriately parallel locations on Wei Wuxian’s fuzzy feline body. “Oops.”

“Oops, he says,” Wei Wuxian said, but he already sounded cheerful again. “Seems like you bound our souls together when you brought me back – probably because there were too many souls in the center of the array, once you added in the cat. Anyway, don’t count me out – two legs or four, I can still help you get revenge. Who on, by the way?”

Mo Xuanyu tried to explain. He wasn’t very good at it, tongue tripping over his words as he tried to put into words why he hated them so much that the idea of killing them had possessed him in every one of his three souls and seven spirits, and it all sounded really stupid when he said it so he went off on a tangent and explained how his father had wanted to use him but he was too useless for that, and his half-brother wanted to kill him but he was too useless for that, and his family just wanted him to die, but –

“Too useless for that,” Wei Wuxian said, and his ears were pinned back against his head with his hackles raised and fur all puffed up all over. “Yeah, I got the gist. Okay. I’m sold. Let’s kill ‘em.”

“Really?”

“…I’m actually pretty bad at cold-blooded murder, even if the people you want me to kill do sound like scum. Hmm. Maybe we could just cause them a lot of trouble? A lot of trouble?”

“That seems like a bad idea,” Mo Xuanyu said doubtfully.

It was, if only because Mo Xuanyu was about as terrible at causing a disaster as he was at anything else.

Wei Wuxian ran off into the main greeting hall and started knocking things around, bellowing unconvincing meows as if he’d never met a cat in his life, and Mo Xuanyu wanted to die of embarrassment, stuttering apologies at the visiting Lan sect disciples that looked about as awkward about the whole thing as he was.

(They’d tried to get him to deal with the fierce corpses first, sending him out to the hills and yelling at him to do something, but he’d never been invited to night-hunts back at the Jin sect so he just stood around uselessly until they’d given up and invited some real cultivators.)

Auntie Mo was furious – even more so when Mo Ziyuan showed up and started trying to hit Mo Xuanyu for being a liar, except he wasn’t lying (Wei Wuxian had shouted something about theft and robbery, about cutting off someone’s hand if they stole from him again, and everyone thought it was Mo Xuanyu doing the yelling and then he’d had to explain, hadn’t he?) and eventually the entire thing got to be so stressful that it brought on one of his fits.

He woke up not long afterward, with his head in a Lan sect disciple’s lap – he was transferring spiritual energy, which was nice of him but unnecessary – and Wei Wuxian on his chest, frantically licking his cheek and trying to whisper questions of “Are you okay? Mo Xuanyu? Can you hear me?” into his ear.

“I’m okay,” he said, blinking away the daze. There were broken teacups and wine jars tossed all around – it must have been one of the screaming fits, where he threw himself down on the floor and tossed and turned and screamed and sometimes frothed at the mouth. He broke a lot of things during those fits, almost always his own. “Sorry for disturbing you.”

“I told you he was a lunatic,” Auntie Mo said, her voice shrill as always. “Always breaking our things, and then he still complains when A-Yuan borrows a little, as if he wouldn’t just break it himself anyway…! Wretched thing! Useless thing! Honored cultivators, please pardon us this embarrassment, forgive me. We’ll take him away at once –”

Mo Xuanyu flinched, and the Lan sect cultivator who still had his fingers on his pulse frowned. He was very young, and Lan sect; he’d probably never encountered a lunatic before. “No need,” he said. “We need to go and get started with setting up the array in the Western Courtyard. Senior Mo here can show us where it is…can’t you?”

“I can,” Mo Xuanyu said, eager to avoid being locked away again. He scrambled to his feet, not forgetting to scoop up Wei Wuxian the troublemaker. “Follow me.”

They said a few more words, reminders not to go outside once the array was set up, and then they followed him, talking quietly behind him –

“Why’d you call him Senior, Sizhui?” one of the Lan sect disciples was asking the other in an undertone. “He’s a lunatic!”

“He’s a cultivator,” the one that had helped him earlier said. “He has a golden core, and he’s older than we are; that means he’s a senior.”

“He’s got a golden core? No way! He paints his face like he’s a hanged ghost!”

“Jingyi! What does it matter what he does with his face? It’s true, I felt it when I transferred him spiritual energy. Anyway, I didn’t want him to get punished just for having a fit…hey!”

That last exclamation had been because Wei Wuxian had twisted out of Mo Xuanyu’s arms and leaped towards the flags they were carrying, snatching one to the ground and rolling around with it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Mo Xuanyu said, wanting to cry. He didn’t have any grudge against these Lan sect disciples; why was Wei Wuxian making trouble for them? “I didn’t mean to mess up your flag formation, or the…”

“Spirit Summon Flag,” Wei Wuxian muttered from his feet and Mo Xuanyu quickly used a foot to slide him back behind him and pretended he’d been the one to speak, smiling earnestly at them. “Weak, with a range of no more than five li, but serviceable enough; they can go ahead and use it.”

“You know about Spirit Summon Flags?” the taller Lan sect disciple – the one who’d been called Jingyi – asked, looking surprised, and Lan Sizhui elbowed him in the ribs.

Mo Xuanyu shrugged helplessly. “They used them sometimes at the Jin sect,” he said, which was true, even though he’d never gotten involved in that sort of thing. Saying that just made them all look even more surprised, though; probably at the idea that a lunatic like him had been part of the Jin sect in any way shape or form. “That was back before I went crazy. And you don’t have to call me senior – I got kicked out before I learned anything useful.”

“You’re still a fellow cultivator,” Lan Sizhui said, and smiled at him. Mo Xuanyu felt his face go red and he looked away, regretting how easily he showed his emotions; it would probably embarrass Lan Sizhui later on, when he heard the rumors about Mo Xuanyu’s sexual preference. That wasn’t the reason he’d blushed, he’d never had any interest in children – it was only that he liked it when people smiled at him.

“I’ll be going,” he said, and grabbed at Wei Wuxian again, only to miss and nearly trip before finally managing to pick him up. “Good luck with your hunt. I hope it goes well.”

It did not go well. Mo Ziyuan got himself killed by stealing a Spirit Summon Flag – Mo Xuanyu and Wei Wuxian both checked their left arm or forepaw at the same time, seeing the cut there heal up before their eyes; apparently the curse considered it to be close enough, maybe because Wei Wuxian had invented the thing – and somehow Mo Xuanyu ended up being accused of his murderer.

And that was before things got really bad.

“Set up a blocking array at the corner,” Wei Wuxian hissed in his ear.

“I can’t!” Mo Xuanyu said, hiding behind a tree. “I don’t know any arrays!”

“What?! Impossible. You did the body offering array – that’s extremely difficult, especially for someone of your cultivation level.”

“It’s the only one I was ever taught,” Mo Xuanyu explained, and Wei Wuxian’s fur suddenly puffed up all over again.

“Someone is going to die, and not necessarily the Mo family,” he said darkly; it might have been more intimidating if Mo Xuanyu hadn’t tied a red ribbon around his throat earlier to try to make the idea of him being someone’s pet a little more believable. “Whoever did that really only wanted you for one thing, didn’t they? I wonder why they wanted me back so badly.”

Mo Xuanyu was about to explain that actually Wei Wuxian hadn’t been the original target, but then there was more yelling – the Lan sect juniors were very competent but the ghost hand was terrifying – and Wei Wuxian got distracted, hissing at Mo Xuanyu to kick Lan Jingyi.

He obeyed on instinct, which saved Lan Sizhui’s life, and then Wei Wuxian was out of his hands again, streaking towards the corpses like a bolt of feline lightning, and suddenly there were three more corpses standing up and fighting against the possessed remains of Auntie Mo.

“Looks like I can still cultivate,” Wei Wuxian said happily, strolling back over and using the tree to leap back up to Mo Xuanyu’s shoulder. “I thought I should be able to use your golden core, given the way the curse bound us together…how are we doing on the curse, anyway?”

Mo Xuanyu checked. “I think that’s everyone, actually? I should thank whoever sent the ghost hand.”

Wei Wuxian was silent for a moment. “Huh, you’re right,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking about it at first, but those Spirit Summon Flags definitely didn’t have enough of a range to summon a ghost hand like that from far away – and we would have heard of a lot more deaths if it’d been that close. Someone must have released it near here.”

Mo Xuanyu hadn’t been thinking along those lines at all. It was only that no matter where he lived, Mo Manor or Koi Tower, there was almost always someone causing bad things to happen.

“Should we do something to help?” he asked hesitantly, watching the battle unfold and then flinching when there was an unexpected sound – two strums on a guqin, full of spiritual power.

“Nope!” Wei Wuxian said. “In fact, we should leave. Right now.”

“Leave…?”

“You can’t be planning on staying at Mo Manor now that everyone’s dead? Come on! Let’s go! Hanguang-jun’s here; he’ll take care of the ghost hand.”

“I wasn’t planning anything,” Mo Xuanyu argued even as he headed towards the exit obediently. “I was going to be dead, and the body would be yours, and you could do whatever you liked with it when you were done.”

“Well, we’re done,” Wei Wuxian said. “And you’re not dead. You’re just going to have to live with that.”

“Live with…not being dead?”

“Just accept the glorious wisdom of your elders already,” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully. “Either way: we go. As quickly as possible. Before anyone notices. Is there anything you need to pack? We should take the donkey in that courtyard.”

“And money,” Mo Xuanyu said practically, heading for Auntie Mo’s room first. After all, she was dead and wouldn’t need it, and he was the last living heir of the Mo family – it was only reasonable that he take the first pick before everyone else got it. “You can always use money, even if you’re dead. Or a cat.”

Travelling was a bizarre experience.

Mo Xuanyu hadn’t been allowed to go outside of Mo Manor in a few years – Wei Wuxian hissed and spat some very impressive curses on the Mo family name, present company excluded – and even at his time in the Jin sect, he’d always been taken places by other people. Now, for the first time, he was alone…well, alone but for Wei Wuxian, who insisted that they had to stay together, curse or no curse, because of how they’d been bound. Mo Xuanyu suspected the real reason was because he didn’t think Mo Xuanyu could make it by himself, and he was probably right.

At any rate, he didn’t have anywhere to go, so instead he followed Wei Wuxian’s instructions to head towards Dafan Mountain to see if they could find some tombs that Wei Wuxian would be able to use. He still had fits, still wanted to die rather a lot, but he ended up spending so much of his time trying to coax the donkey (dubbed Little Apple by Wei Wuxian after they figured out that apples were the best and possibly only incentive to get it moving) that he didn’t have time to think about it too much.

Not being around either Auntie Mo or anyone from the Jin sect helped. Wei Wuxian wasn’t too bad – he may have been a villainous ghoul once, but now he was a cat.

“Didn’t you used to cultivate with a flute?” he asked as they walked along the mountain paths late at night. Well, the donkey walked, Mo Xuanyu rode the donkey, and Wei Wuxian rode in Mo Xuanyu’s arms. “What are you going to do about that? You can’t play a flute anymore; you’re a cat.”

“Cats are innately musical creatures,” Wei Wuxian said. His voice had become a lot more human in the past few days, rich and compelling and increasingly lacking the rough meows that had initially interrupted his speech. It was no surprise that someone as talented as him could pick up being a cat faster than Mo Xuanyu had ever learned to pick up being human.

Mo Xuanyu narrowed his eyes. “That’s a lie, right?” Wei Wuxian had been trying to teach him how to distinguish those, but they weren’t having very much success with it. “I don’t think I’ve heard a single decent sound out of –”

“Why don’t we see who’s making that noise?” Wei Wuxian said loudly, so they dismounted and went to go look.

There were people yelling, caught in a golden net.

“Can you get them down?” he asked Wei Wuxian, who reached out with his claws to grab a leaf, muttering something that was probably uncomplimentary.

And then –

Oh, no.

“Why are you hiding behind a tree again?” Wei Wuxian asked him, not keeping especially quiet. “Don’t tell me you’re hiding from that little Jin sect boy who clearly didn’t have a mother to teach him?”

Mo Xuanyu dropped him like he was a boiling hot skillet.

Like everything he’d ever done on instinct, the move immediately backfired: Wei Wuxian landed on Little Apple’s foreleg claws first and suddenly Little Apple was braying loud enough to wake the dead, which set Wei Wuxian off yowling and hissing right back at him.

“Who is that?!” Jin Ling demanded, striding over with an extremely cross expression that suggested he’d heard the bit about mothers. “Who is – oh. It’s you.”

Mo Xuanyu weakly lifted up a hand. “Uh…it’s nice to see you, Jin Ling.”

Wei Wuxian’s yowls cut off as if he’d been suddenly smothered.

Jin Ling glared at him. “Stupid cutsleeve, you think I didn’t hear what you said earlier?”

“I didn’t!” Mo Xuanyu said immediately, starting to shake at once. He couldn’t bear it when people in bright yellow were angry at him, not since those last few days at the Jin sect; it was a sure-fire way to bring on a fit. “I swear I didn’t! I – I –”

Jin Ling lifted his sword and Mo Xuanyu squatted down to cover his head at once, feeling his eyes overflow with blubbering tears as he began to panic. “I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t,” he wailed. “Don’t hit me! I don’t want to drink any medicine! I don’t want to get hit! I didn’t do it!”

“You…!” Jin Ling didn’t seem to know what to do now. “You’re such a coward! You – damnit!”

Mo Xuanyu had his face hidden away, so he didn’t see what Jin Ling did next, braced as he was for a blow. He could vaguely hear the sword being put away, but that didn’t diminish his fear in the slightest: the majority of the Jin sect had never been willing to use swords on each other, thinking it disgraceful. Even Jin Guangyao didn’t use his sword very much – he preferred other methods.

Mo Xuanyu was most afraid of those other methods.

He flinched violently when someone lightly touched his shoulder.

“Stop crying, you’re making a fool of yourself!” Jin Ling said, his harsh voice at odds with the gentle touch of his fingers. “Have some thought to your face, okay?! You can’t embarrass yourself like this! Aren’t you my uncle, after all?”

“He’s your what?!” Wei Wuxian’s muffled voice came from under a bush.

“It’s true no matter how you look at it, even if I don’t want it to be,” Jin Ling said with a sniff, clearly assuming the exclamation had come from Mo Xuanyu. “Listen here, what are you doing on Dafan Mountain anyway?”

Mo Xuanyu snuffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Well, my cat –”

“Night hunting!” Wei Wuxian hissed.

“I mean, I was night hunting,” Mo Xuanyu repeated obediently, then frowned. “That’s not really believable, is it?”

Jin Ling looked pityingly at him. “Not really. Do you need – is there something…?”

“Those words from earlier were really rude,” Wei Wuxian said from the bushes, and Mo Xuanyu covered his face with his hands. “They shouldn’t have been said.”

“Yeah, well, whatever. It’s not like I haven’t heard it all before –”

“Jin Ling, get away from him,” a low, cold voice said from behind him.

Mo Xuanyu’s shoulders slumped. It wasn’t relief so much as it was resignation: if there was one thing he knew, that everyone knew, it was that you didn’t cross Jiang Cheng. They said he could smell the stink of demonic cultivation on you, and once he did, that was that, and Mo Xuanyu was pretty sure, though no one had ever said for sure, that the body offering array was some form of demonic cultivation.

They said Jiang Cheng would take demonic cultivators back to the Lotus Pier to be tortured to death.

Mo Xuanyu was almost looking forward to it. Other than the horrible sword flights back and forth to Koi Tower in Lanling, Dafan Mountain was the furthest from home he’d been, and Wei Wuxian had been waxing poetic about the beauties of the Lotus Pier for days now; it would be nice to see it, however briefly, before he died.

He’d probably get to see lots of Jiang Cheng, too – he’d only ever caught glimpses of him before, when he was visiting Koi Tower, so he’d never had a chance to look his fill. And whatever could be said about the man’s temper, it couldn’t be denied that he had a first-rate face.

“Why?” Jin Ling asked, not moving. “It’s only Mo Xuanyu. Did you ever meet him? He’s –”

“Not him,” Jiang Cheng said, and he looked – bemused? That wasn’t the expression Mo Xuanyu would have been expecting. “It was – Wei Wuxian…wait, the cat?!”

Mo Xuanyu’s mouth dropped open in shock. How did he know?

“Definitely not!” Wei Wuxian blurted out, which didn’t seem smart, and suddenly Jiang Cheng looked extremely confused and abruptly sat down.

“Uncle, what are you talking about?” Jin Ling said. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Jiang Cheng said, a hand to his temple as if he had a headache, or possibly questioning his sanity. “It’s – it’s the cat. I heard – that voice – Wei Wuxian wouldn’t be sniveling on the ground like a newborn infant, and the only other thing around is – so it must be –”

“Is lunacy contagious or something?” Jin Ling demanded. “Uncle, I know you’ve been looking for him for years, but you can’t seriously think Wei Wuxian resurrected himself as a cat!”

“Meow!” Wei Wuxian said desperately, except it was as awful a meow as it’d ever been – entirely human. “Meow, meow –”

“That voice –!”

“Uncle!”

“Shut up!” Mo Xuanyu abruptly yelled, pushed entirely beyond his limits. “All of you! Just shut up! Stop yelling and stop harassing my cat!”

With that, he grabbed Wei Wuxian and ran blindly into the woods.

He kept running until the air wouldn’t enter his lungs anymore, and then he fell down under a tree and burst into tears again, the fear and panic and exercise all escalating uncontrollably until he fell into another fit, no matter how much Wei Wuxian tried to talk him down.

When Mo Xuanyu woke up, he felt as though he really had gotten beaten up by Jin Ling, even though he knew he hadn’t been. He groaned.

“You’re awake again, good,” Wei Wuxian said. He was standing on his two hind legs, forepaws behind his back as he slowly paced a circle. “Those fits of yours – they only started after you went crazy, you said?”

Mo Xuanyu nodded and sat up, rubbing his face – he didn’t have a mirror to check, but all those tears must have messed up his make-up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the case of cosmetics he’d insisted on taking the time to remove from Mo Manor, no matter how much Wei Wuxian had urged him to leave quickly before they were found.

“Based on the things you’ve said, it seems like there was a particular point in time where you went crazy – enough that you can accurately pin-point things as being before and after.”

Mo Xuanyu nodded again, using his fingers to apply more red paint around his eyes, which were still a little swollen and tender from all the crying.

“And you said something when Jin Ling was holding his sword – damnit, that was Suihua, I should have recognized it at once – anyway, you said something about…about not wanting to drink medicine?”

Wei Wuxian certainly fixated on the strangest things, Mo Xuanyu reflected. Maybe lunacy really was contagious.

“Someone poisoned you,” Wei Wuxian concluded. He still had the red ribbon around his neck – in combination with the way he was just barely maintaining his upright balance and the way his tail was lashing around, it was rather cute. “If it took place in the Jin sect, it was probably something with quicksilver, since they use it to make vermillion. It damages the brain and liver if consumed in high quantities, and it’s associated with epilepsy, hallucinations, and terrible nightmares; it’s been used since ancient times to make men into fools.”

Mo Xuanyu nodded politely, mostly disinterested. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know who was behind it, and it didn’t really matter what exactly was involved – if anything, the medicine could almost be seen as Jin Guangyao’s way of being nice. He could have had Mo Xuanyu disappeared the way he did for Xue Yang, or he could have fed him to Xue Yang’s fierce corpses, or even just slit his throat...at least by going mad, Mo Xuanyu would still be useful to Jin Guangyao, a vivid demonstration that any madness in their bloodline must have come from their shared father’s side, not the mother.

He wasn’t sure why Jin Guangyao cared about that, but at least he wasn’t dead. No, wait, didn’t he want to be dead? His half-brother was so confusing sometimes.

Maybe sending Mo Xuanyu back to Mo Manor, back to Auntie Mo and all the others that Jin Guangyao knew Mo Xuanyu feared, maybe it was supposed to teach him how to hate enough, so that he could make the ritual work – if so, Mo Xuanyu’d probably disappointed Jin Guangyao all over again.

“…some ways to at least ease the symptoms, maybe more if we can find a good enough doctor.” Wei Wuxian was still talking, for some reason. “At least you have your golden core; if you were a regular person, there wouldn’t be any hope at all.”

“Hope is overrated,” Mo Xuanyu said. “It just makes it worse when you’re inevitably disappointed, and then you die, if you’re lucky.”

Xue-gege had taught him that one, and he was even pretty sure he’d quoted it correctly, but Wei Wuxian didn’t look particularly impressed.

“I’ve heard that quicksilver poisoning can cause qi deviation, which is associated with suicidal urges,” Wei Wuxian said, dropping to all four legs and then hopping onto his shoulder. “Let me try to stabilize your qi – maybe it’ll keep you from saying things like that all the time. Go on, get up and stretch your legs a bit; they’re probably sore from all the running and thrashing you were doing.”

Mo Xuanyu walked all right, walked right into a confrontation with a stone goddess, which was honestly just how this day was going. Wei Wuxian really needed to stop being so surprised when bad things happened.

“Can you play the flute?” Wei Wuxian hissed into his ear, all thoughts of qi stabilization forgotten. “I need to summon something powerful, and yowling, while surprisingly effective, isn’t going to cut it.”

“I can play the dizi,” Mo Xuanyu offered. “But I’m not good at it, and anyway we don’t have –”

“Good enough! Grab that piece of bamboo and give it to me, I can use my claws to make the holes, and you can follow the tune that I show you –”

Wei Wuxian meowed, Mo Xuanyu played, and Wei Wuxian’s ears went flat backwards in apparent agony.

“Whoever taught you should be tortured to death,” he said briefly before resuming his guidance, focusing in on whatever demonic cultivation technique he was doing – it made the Ghost General appear, so Mo Xuanyu assumed it was successful, although Wei Wuxian’s shocked muttering suggested something had gone wrong regardless. Again, not much of a surprise.

One thing led to another, and then a tall man in Lan sect white showed up along with the juniors from Mo Manor, along with Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, and at that point Mo Xuanyu decided that some of this bad luck had to be Wei Wuxian’s, because even the worst of his bad days weren’t usually this bad.

Wei Wuxian panicked when they bumped into the tall man – Hanguang-jun, apparently? Mo Xuanyu vaguely recalled hearing about him, but he’d never come to Koi Tower while Mo Xuanyu had been there – and it was very uncomfortable to have a panicking cat on his shoulder, especially when he was still trying to remember enough flute-playing to follow along with the tune Wei Wuxian was meowing, something more relaxing to try to calm down the Ghost General.

“…Wei Ying?” Hanguang-jun said, staring at the cat.

Mo Xuanyu stopped playing and turned his head to stare at Wei Wuxian. “How are you this obvious?” he asked.

“This is not my fault,” Wei Wuxian exclaimed, aggravated. “I’m a cat! Nobody should be blaming me!”

“I think I’m losing my mind,” Jiang Cheng, located somewhere further away on the field, said, his voice sounding strangled. “I really do swear I just heard….”

“That was me!” Mo Xuanyu said quickly. “Totally me! I picked up ventriloquism to better process the auditory hallucinations! I’m very sick, and also a lunatic – you can just ignore me!”

Nobody seemed especially convinced.

“…Sect Leader Jiang,” Hanguang-jun said after a while. “There are very good healers dedicated to the calming of the mind at the Cloud Recesses. I can take Young Master Mo – and his cat – with me to see them, which I think will be beneficial to everyone involved.”

“Fine,” Jiang Cheng said. “But I’m coming too. I think I need it.”

Hanguang-jun frowned for a moment and the two of them stared at each other for a long time, unspoken emotions crackling in the air between them. Finally, he nodded. “Very well.”

“You know, I don’t think we’ve ever agreed to go to -” Wei Wuxian started to say, but Mo Xuanyu stuffed his fingers over his little snout. Hanguang-jun was the second master of the Lan sect, which meant Zewu-jun was his brother, and Zewu-jun was Jin Guangyao’s friend – and you didn’t go against what Jin Guangyao wanted, not if you knew what was good for you.

Mo Xuanyu might be stupid, but even he could figure something out after it hurt enough.

“It’s fine,” he said. “We’ll go with you for a little, but you have to promise to let us go afterwards. You have to promise, you hear me? I don’t want to be locked away again!”

Hanguang-jun had a strange expression on his face, which was about the same as the expression on Jiang Cheng’s face, and Jin Ling’s, and all the Lan juniors – had Mo Xuanyu said something wrong?

“Your freedom and safety will be assured,” Hanguang-jun said.

“And my cat’s!”

Jiang Cheng put his hand on his head, looking pained.

“And your cat,” Hanguang-jun agreed peaceably, and turned and started to lead the way.

Mo Xuanyu and all the others followed behind.

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian muttered in Mo Xuanyu’s ear once the others were far enough ahead to not immediately overhear. “We can go with Lan Zhan back to Gusu one time. They really do have good healers there, anyway – but I want to talk to him about that ghost hand. Someone released it right next to Mo Manor, probably the same person who wanted me back so badly that he taught you how to do the body offering array, and I want to have words with that person.”

Mo Xuanyu was a little confused: was it Sect Leader Nie he wanted to talk to or Jin Guangyao? And why was Wei Wuxian so angry at them? They were both so nice, at least some of the time…better not to ask.

“You should get some Emperor’s Smile when you get to Gusu,” Wei Wuxian added.

“I don’t drink,” Mo Xuanyu objected.

“For me.”

“Cats don’t drink.”

“I’m not planning on being a cat forever,” Wei Wuxian said. “And won’t that be a surprise to everyone?”

Mo Xuanyu thought about it. “No,” he said after a moment. “I really don’t think it will be, actually.”

#mdzs #mo xuanyu #wei wuxian #jin guangyao #xue yang #lan wangji #jiang cheng #jin ling #nie huaisang #my fic #my fics #dark #just assume ALL the trigger warnings #Anonymous

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xbarrjallenx · 6 years ago

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Hogwarts Memories

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Newt’s Hogwarts Memories were impossible to be forgotten and it was time to share it to their friends.

Word count: 1.407

Posted: 29th of November 2018

A/N: I’m back with another imagine, yay! My first one: “One Out Of Two” has almost reached 300 notes and I’m so grateful the many people liked it. I am so inspired in this days and I have other 3 imagines about Newt, ready to be posted and such.

I would love if you give me some feedbacks about my stories and I would also appreciate if you send me some requests for Fantastic Beasts characters. Thank you so much!

Oh, this imagine is based on a scene in the first film. You may remember it as soon as you read it!

- G. x

“Hey, Newt. Who is she?” Queenie’s soft voice pierced in your ear and you watched her while she thrusted her head to her right, pointing at something that she saw on Newt’s working bench inside the cabin.

You were inside Newt’s briefcase and you were feeding his creatures together with your new acquaintances: Jacob, Queenie and Tina. You just finished taking care of the Graphorns, but you quickly helped Newt on organising some of his creatures food on the wooden table.

“Ah, that’s no one.” You saw Newt, your best friend, look at Queenie, giving her all of his attention, but he quickly broke the eye contact and anxiously fixed the things on the table.

“Leta Lestrange?” Queenie mumbled, reading Newt’s mind. The man stopped on moving, dropping everything that he was doing. You saw him gulp from across the table and he was just so embarrassed.

Leta. Leta Lestrange. She was one of your most veritable friends when you were still studying at Hogwarts. She was the second person you met during your first night at your new school, the first one was Newt, and ever since that night, you three became inseparable.

In a group of three people, two of them were considered as outcasts: Newt was a very introvert kid, often bullied, and Leta had a bad reputation because of how her family treated her. The three of you were different, especially your characteristics and your family backgrounds, but your friendship was one of the most beautiful friendships that the walls of Hogwarts have ever seen.

You often defended your friends from their bullies and you even made your house lose points in some circumstances, but you freely did that because they were the most important people in your life.

“I’ve heard about that family. Aren’t they kind of- you know?” Queenie stated, focusing her eyes on Newt’s face.

“Please don’t read my mind.” Your best friend politely pleaded. He was uncomfortable with their topic and you understood him, because you also remembered how your promises and friendship were broken.

Right after yours and Leta’s graduation, Newt was expelled during his sixth year, you all still stuck together. Years have passed and you lived happily with them, but what was the thing that destroyed most of the friendships? Love.

You knew that Newt loved Leta. You noticed it, mostly when Newt took the blame for her wrong actions, decisions and choices at Hogwarts. In fact, it was the reason why Newt was led to expulsion. He loved her more than anyone and anything in the world, but she didn’t love him back. She chose someone else and this time, it was her heart that made a wrong choice: she loved Theseus Scamander, Newt’s older brother.

Leta was the reason why the trio became a duo, but you couldn’t just blame her. She couldn’t dictate her heart who to love or not, just like you couldn’t dictate your heart to stop loving Newt.

“Sorry, I asked you not to!” Newt’s frustrated voice snapped you back to the reality. He was angry and hurting, you know that. He really was.

“I know, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Queenie sighed and you felt the tension between them. It was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. “People are easiest to read when they are hurting.”

“Oh, I’m not hurting.” Newt flashed his toothy but embarrassed smile, noticing that you were listening to their conversation. He gave you a gentle nod to assure that he was fine, that he was not hurting anymore, but you knew that it was a lie. “Anyway, it was a long time ago.”

“That was a real close friendship you had at school, together with (Y/N).” Queenie pointed out, looking at you.

“Yes, well, neither of Leta and I really fitted in at school and (Y/N) was the one who saved us from our bullies, so we -” Newt attempted to be dismissive, but Queenie was just so interested about your story.

“- became real close. For years.” Newt nodded, Queenie walking towards Newt. She then pulled up a very concerned face and stated something that made your heart thump in a very abnormal way. “She was a taker, you need a giver.”

Newt looked at you and tried to catch your gaze, but you did everything to avoid him. It was an unusual situation for the two of you, because right after Leta’s confession about her and Theseus’ relationship, no one has ever dared to talk about love again, not you and mostly not Newt. You both feared to ruin the strong friendship that you have, even though you felt something towards each other.

“(Y/N) is the giver.” Queenie murmured, but you still managed to hear her. You weren’t far from them after all. She was still reading Newt’s mind and you wondered what he really thought about you. “You really both care for each other.”

Newt flashed you a shy smile while his cheeks were flushing red. He left Leta’s memories at the back of his head and focused at the person who stayed by his side. “Yes, (Y/N) is the most ge-”

“What are you two talking about?” Tina suddenly blurted out, walking towards the wooden table, and cutting Newt from what he was about to say. Tina was roaming around the area to admire the animals and you could say that she really had fun on doing so.

“Ah, nothing.” Newt’s deep voice was heard as he shook his head to shake his thoughts off his mind. You suddenly pouted and Queenie just gave you a sympathetic look, probably she read your mind too.

“School.” Queenie answered, which was not a lie, because they were basically talking about the friendship that he had at school.

“School.” You and Newt repeated in unison.

“Di-did you say school?” You heard Jacob’s voice and you saw that he was walking towards the group. “Is there a school? A wizardry school? Here in America?”

“Of course, Ilvermorny!” Queenie enthusiastically answered. “It’s only the best Wizard school in the whole world.”

“Hmm!” You caught Newt’s gaze and you smirked at each other.

“I think that the best Wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts.” Newt debated, defending it even after he was expelled.

“Hogwarts?” Jacob curiously asked, corrugating his forehead.

You nodded in response and smiled at your friends. “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please.” You sang, still getting the exact tone of your school’s theme song right. “Newt!”

“Oh, no!” Newt shyly smiled, violently shaking his head. You playfully rolled your eyes and you went towards his place to grab his hand. He just needed to shake his thoughts off, he couldn’t keep on hurting himself because of a girl that would never love him, not now, not ever.

“Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees,” you continued, nudging Newt’s ribs to ask him sing. “our heads could do with filling, with some interesting stuff.”

“C’mon, Newt!” Jacob cheered for his friend and Newt just humorously sighed, defeated.

“For now they’re bare and full of air,” Your best friend cheerfully sang, while you waved your hands in the air. “dead flies and bits of fluff.”

“So teach us things worth knowing, bring back what we forgot,” You sang in unison and smiled at each other. Your friends and Newt’s creatures giddily watched you, following the beat. “just do the best, we’ll do the rest and learn until our brains rot.”

You earned some loud cheers from your friends and some of the fantastic beasts, but you and Newt just laughed, remembering all the moments that happened during your study at Hogwarts. You’ve been through thick and thin with your best friends, through rough and hard times with your academics, but Hogwarts was still one of the best things that you have ever experienced in your life.

“I want to be a wizard!” Jacob exclaimed and you giggled at his statement. You understood him because if you were born a muggle, you were sure that you would have wished to be a wizard too.

“Do you see why it is the best Wizarding school ever?” Newt energetically asked to his new friends, proudly grabbing your hand and tightly holding it. “Because it was the place where I found the most genuine and important person in my life, also known as my best friend.”

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langernameohnebedeutung · 6 years ago

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Would you have any recommendations on where one could hear/learn a German accent? I'm learning the language but my most recent teacher said that my accent/pronunciation is not very good despite being at a B1 level. I think this is probably due to I have not one, not two, but THREE separate American accents already because of how many times we moved when I was younger, so adding another accent is hell my mouth cannot keep up. Thanks for your time.

Hey sorry that I took my time answering this.Okay, first of, Josie’s personal opinion time (feel free to skip this lmao): It’s not bad to have an accent. Everyone has an accent - not just because of your native tongue but also because of the people around you, your class, family, friends or whoever you practice with. I have a German accent and probably always will have, because I learnt English from teachers with German accents, with partners and fellow pupils who had a German accent and now I study English at a German university and people around me still speak with the same accent. 90% of the conversations I hold in English are German-accented English. But at this point, I refuse to consider my accent “inferior” to...a Yorkshire accent or a New York accent just because those are “native” accents. Of course, it’s also not bad or anything to want to sound like a native speaker and I’m not going to tell you that if you truly want to speak like a native-speaker you shouldn’t pursue that interest - but it’s something few people really 100% accomplish, so pls make sure you’re not putting the actually important things like vocab, grammar and you know - enjoyment - on hold to pursue something really elusive that your teacher thinks is important. It is very hard to accomplish especially for someone not living in Germany and Germany is a country with a lot of different regional and foreign accents, so most of us have some experience with different pronunciations - so you will most likely be understood.

Now, the my actual answer to your question:

Listening to people always helps, so does talking. I noticed it when I was still in school. I started watching American shows and it strongly affected my vocabulary and pronunciation - mind you, we were taught to speak strictly British English, American English was an evil taboo - but later I discovered my love for British films and tv shows and I reverted to the English I learnt at school, for the most part (not regarding the language level but the variety). So I definitely recommend exposing yourself to native German-speakers bc otherwise, your main influence will be your fellow students.

There are a lot of German shows on Netflix - you can check if some of them have English subtitles, I know “Dark” for example does. (I’m not sure about Vorstadtweiber, but if you want to get a taste of a Viennese accent, this might also be fun to check out. “Extra3″ is a German satire show that puts all its episodes on Youtube and with a VPN you can also access the ZDF Mediathek and RTL-Now, two very big German tv channels).

It’s especially helpful to watch out for words you’ve so far only seen in their written form so that you know you struggle with. If you hear them, maybe stop the video and try to repeat it. If you’re interested in specific accents from specific regions (which might be a bit hard, mind you) you can also look for some source material from different regions. For example the German audio of “My Fair Lady” has her speaking with a very thick Berliner accent instead of Cockney, so that’s something you might find interesting bc it’s a film you might already be familiar with. Another tip: I noticed about myself that I easily start thinking in another language, even if I’m really far from fluent and miss words. And doing that I noticed that my inner monologue still has a German accent but it’s much weaker than when you know. my actual physical mouth is involved, for some reason. I can also imitate different English accents in my head much better than I can when I speak - you might try that and even talk to yourself. If there’s no one to tell you you are doing it wrong, it becomes much easier to experiment and have fun with language.

In my experience, it also helps to imitate the accent the speakers of your target language have while speaking your language: I noticed that when I was practising Russian on duolingo: Now, duolingo makes you repeat sentences to practice your pronunciation and my Russian pronunciation was horrible - until I purposefully tried to sound “Russian” - suddenly Duo understood what I was saying. So you might try to speak German with what feels like an exaggerated German accent to you, even if it feels weird at first. (I do the same when I want to sound British)Another thing that helped me (much more than teachers ever did) is to watch English people contemplate and imitate and play with German accents - because even if it’s something I made fun of a lot these last days, it’s interesting and helpful, because if done for comedic or storytelling purposes (I’m going to give an example of that later on), it often highlights the aspects that make it sound different from a native pronunciation and help you localise these aspects in your own language use. That said - the reason I make fun especially of British people playing Germans is that their accents are often based on other British people pretending to be German, not actual Germans so it sounds...very different from the way we speak English. So keep in mind that it’s not always authentic. (Personally, I still think I learnt how not to pronounce the word “convenience” from an episode of Blackadder but that’s another story)

Okay I threatened that I would add an example on how accents in media might help you understand your own accent better:

There are many examples of English-speakers pretending to speak German, but since you are already at B1 and probably speak better German than most of them (many just say stuff without knowing the words or even...just make up sounds that they think sound German), so I picked a film scene that I mentioned in a post a few days ago: the pub scene from Inglorious Basterds (which I saw on youtube is apparently popular for language teaching purposes).

It’s interesting because Michael Fassbender is half-German and knows the language somewhat so he at least knows what the words he’s saying mean. Also, he’s surrounded by native speakers which make for good comparison material. (mind you, Inglorious Basterds is obv. a film about the NS-era so while the German they speak sounds rather modern, I can understand if you would like to avoid that content. Especially since the second video ends in a shooting.) I couldn’t find the whole scene online but if you have the DVD, you might want to look into it, because it’s much longer than the excerpts I found online and maybe you can spot more of the language patterns I will point. (It also has Christoph Waltz in it and his Austrian dialect which might also be interesting to you)

Now, what you need to know is that Fassbender plays an English spy pretending to be a German officer - but when someone points out his accent, he tries to pretend to be Swiss. He does a pretty good job speaking German actually and a German would understand every word he is saying (unlike we do with some other actors pretending to speak German) - but it’s also very obvious with every word that he’s not a native speaker (and no one would actually mistake him for Swiss.) (btw if you want to check out what an actual Swiss dialect sounds like: (x) (I could imagine it’s very difficult for English speakers, because it has a lot of “ch” sounds and is very guttural.

Now, back to Inglorious Basterds:

The first thing that’s very interesting to look at is the first 30 seconds of the first video because it’s clear that they made Fassbender exaggerate his accent because in that scene it leads to a German soldier he’s talking to noticing and pointing out his strange pronunciation. At 0:35 in the first video it’s very, very obvious when he yells the word “zurückkehren” (which finally makes the soldier address the issue)- because he pronounces it “zurück-kerr-än” - a very typical pronunciation with an English accent. Whereas a German would usually say: zurück-kehr’n” (You can compare it to one of the Germans saying “zurückkehren” at minute 2:30) It is also interesting to compare how Fassbender pronounces an “r” vs. how the Germans do it - because he pronounces it like you would in English, while the German “r” sound is a bit harsher and produced a little bit further back in the throat. (Tip: If You can feel it vibrate in your mouth, you’re doing it rrrright).

When he says “rrrrrüpelhaft” it seems as if he’s trying to pronounce the “r” like a native speaker there - but overdoes it. (Fassbender does the same exaggerated “r” sound at 2:56 with the word “Regisseur” and at 2:33 with “Riefenstahl”) - which just sounds a bit off. Compare it to Til Schweiger at 1:00 saying “betrunken (oder völlig) verrückt”. btw If you compare the way Schweiger says “sprechen” in that sentence with Michael Fassbender saying “sprechen” at 2:35 you will also notice the difference in the way they pronounce the “ch”.In that sequence at 2:30, Fassbender also says “gesehen” a lot - and always pronounces it G-esehen, while a German would probably pronounce it ge-seh-’n

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Something that many German learners struggle with - that you can observe in these videos as well - is the pronunciation of infinitive verbs. German verbs, as you know, usually end in “-en” (gehen, sagen, sprechen, hoffen. etc). Now, German speakers usually barely utter the second “e” at all, it’s often: geh’n, sag’n, sprech’n - it*s something that sounds a little off sometimes when Fassbender speaks, because he often puts more emphasis on it than a German would for example when he asks “Haben Sie den Riefenstahl Film gesehen?” or at 3:24 in the second video when he says “aufsteh.en.”You can also observe the impact of the native English - at 2:50 when he says “Brüder” it comes out as “Brüddr” which sounds a lot like “brother” - while in German, the “ü” is stressed and the “r” is almost inaudible.I think the biggest challenge for English-speakers is the “ch” (which unexperienced speakers often turn into a “k” sound - for example turning “Nacht” into “nackt”, always fun). You can see Fassbender struggle a little with that a few times as well (it’s particularly important to keep in mind that there are two “ch” sounds - the one produced in the front of your mouth like in “ich” or “frech” or the one produced farther back in your mouth like in “Nacht” or “Bach” - so if you encounter a word with a “ch”, it’s best to check out which one it is.You can also see him struggle with the long words in German - he basically forces “tausendjähriges” out very quickly which sounds very strange and mechanical and at 3:20 in the second video he has a different strategy and stresses EVERY part of the world Hauptsturmbannführer: “Haupt. Sturm. Bann. Führer.” which sounds ... strange even when done for dramatic purposes. You can compare that to the way the German actor says the same word at 3:31. (especially if you pay attention to how they pronounce “Führer” you will notice the proximity issue. “Führer” is a word that many English-speakers find difficult to pronounce and I think it’s a) because many English-speakers are familiar with the word “Führer” but never heard a German pronounce it b) because of the close proximity of an “ü” and two “r” sounds. When Fassbender pronounces “Führer” it sounds very much like an English person would pronounce the world in an English context while the German guy pronounces it like a German does - that’s something else to keep in mind, that words you might be familiar with like “Volkswagen” or “Weltschmerz” or any of the others are usually pronounced with an accent when English-speakers use them (The same is, of course, true for any other loan words)

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There*s a similar scene in First Class also with Michael Fassbender sitting in a pub with Nazis (seriously that’s... a huge part of his repertoire it seems) which you might want to check out bc again, he speaks German and the other guys are native speakers so if you want to keep looking for different pronunciations and accents, it might be interesting.

(Also “Auslautverhärtung” is a big issue with English-speakers and German-speakers. The reason why German speakers tend to say things like “sayin-k” and “goin-k” and “leavin-k” is because the last sound of a word is usually spoken harsher in German than it is English. English-speakers often have the opposite problem and swallow the last sound a little. I didn’t notice particularly jarring examples of that in these scenes, but it’s still something to keep in mind)

All of that said and done and dissected, I think natural development and interacting with native speakers is much more effective and fun than just trying to avoid certain pronunciations or imitate how other people sound, especially bc I don’t want to bore you with technicalities or even worse, make you nervous about speaking because honestly? Accents are fun and everyone has them. Don’t worry too much about it

If you speak slowly, people will understand you and if you spend some time around native speakers, it will help a lot, it has a strong impact on the way you speak (so obviously i recommend listening to a lot of spoken German, watch films, shows, youtube etc.) And yes, pronunciation is important - you need to be understood after all - but having an accent is natural. Everyone has at least a regional accent and I don’t understand why foreign accents are automatically considered a flaw or a sign that someone isn’t able to communicate fully in that language they learnt.

I recommend you focus on words and grammar and listening and reading comprehension and let things grow naturally and don’t actually enjoy having an accent. There’s nothing wrong with it.

#nonfandom #languages #Anonymous

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super-mario-girl · 6 years ago

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Ocean Moon, a Steven Universe fanfic - Chapter 15: Epilogue

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When they at last landed back on Earth the following day, they were greeted with a crowd surrounding them along the beach where the ship had landed. It appeared as though the news of their disappearance reached the town. It wasn't exactly the welcome party they were expecting, but it was a pleasant surprise.

As the five were escorted through the crowd, they heard a few feminine voices calling out.

”MARA!”

”Guys!” Mara yelled. A group of three Pearls ran through the crowd towards them, extremely relieved to see her. Pulling her into a group hug, she became overwhelmed with happiness. This was what Mara had been missing all this time. It was so great to have them back, and a part of her felt guilty for taking them for granted.

”Oh my stars, we were so worried! We didn’t know where you were!” a tan one with short hair and a beige sweater exclaimed, her pearl atop her forehead. Mara could tell that she looked like she had been through some stress. Maybe it was best not to tell them about Bustamite right away. She knew Cashmere would have a heart attack.

Mara hugged her tightly, tears of joy running down her face. ”Cashmere...”

”We thought you might have gone missing or kidnapped or worse!” a blue haired pearl with a checkered dress and a head-side gem told her, waving her hands back and forth to convey her emotions.

“Don’t worry, Gingham. I’m fine.” Mara assured her, hugging her as well. ”I’m alright. You don't have to worry anymore.”

”Cashmere was freaking out like crazy! It was nuts!” Gingham added, breaking away from the hug. "We told her you'd probably be fine, but we still had that feeling something could have gone wrong."

“Even Velvet was crying.” Cashmere pointed out.

“Really?” Mara was a bit surprised. Velvet wasn't really one to show much emotion, she mostly kept to herself.

“Yeah...” said the third Pearl in a low, quiet voice. This Pearl was a dark red one with smooth, long hair that went down her back. Like Mara, her pearl was located on her navel, but it was made to look like it was a part of her outfit.

“We’re so glad you’re back!” Cashmere shouted, her voice filled with relief.

“You smell like saltwater!” Gingham retorted.

“Yeah, there was a lot of that where I was.” Mara laughed awkwardly. “Oh... by the way, I kind of brought someone back from space...”

“You what?!” the three of them exclaimed.

She brought Shelley from behind her. Still a bit nervous and obviously not being used to the planet, the new Pearl avoided eye contact. ”Guys, this is Shelley. We found her on the Ocean Moon.” she explained. ”Canwepleaseletherstaybecauseshehasnowhereelsetogo pretty please?”

”Woah, slow down.” Gingham interrupted. ”You want her to live with us?”

”Listen, I know it’s all so sudden, but she was trapped on that moon for so long, she has no idea what the world is like now.”

”I don’t know...” Cashmere replied, unsure. ”We hardly know her.”

”Don’t worry, I can help her out and stuff.”

”Mara, we just got you back, and that whole incident has gotten all of us pretty shaken up.” Cashmere told her. ”And now you come back with an extra person. This is a lot to take in, you know.”

”Come on, pleeeeeeeaaaasssssse?” she begged. ”I can teach her about Earth culture, and it’s not like she has to eat or anything!”

”I don’t know...”

”I’ll allow it.” Velvet interrupted.

”Yeah, come on, C! It’ll be fun!” Gingham told her.

“Well, I suppose a fifth Pearl wouldn’t hurt.”

“Yes!” Mara jumped. “Oh boy, we’re going to have so much fun!”

“Fun?” Shelley questioned, rather confused. “I don’t understand...”

“We’ll explain it later.” the hybrid assured her.

“Now that’s settled, we have something to tell you.” Cashmere revealed.

”What is it?”

”Remember all those discussions we had about moving to Beach City?” Velvet asked.

Mara nodded. ”What about it?”

”It’s official. We’re moving.”

Mara’s face lit up. ”Really?” she asked, excitedly. ”But what about the shop?”

”We’re merging with another shop. You’ve heard of Cutie’s House of Beauty, right?” Cash told her. "The one run by Yellow Pearl?"

“Yellow Pearl?!" Mara's jaw dropped. "Cutie's? Of course I know that shop!"

“Well, in order to do so, we’re going to have to move to Beach City, I hope that’s okay with you.”

”Yes! It's more than okay!” Mara exclaimed, jumping up and down. ”Now I don’t have to worry about missing my new friends! Speaking of which, hey guys!”

Diana looked over at Mara and walked to her. “Mara, Stevonnie’s here!”

”Wait, really?” Not only was Mara going to meet Yellow Pearl, but Stevonnie too? It was as if she could just faint!

“This is your chance to say hi!” she encouraged her.

“Where are they?” Mara asked, her heart pounding with anticipation.

“Over there!” Diana pointed towards a figure with long, dark brown hair talking to someone else. It was indeed Stevonnie, the oldest hybrid in existence.

Mara turned towards the other Pearls. “I’ll be right back, okay?” She ran off back into the crowd in excitement. Was she really about to meet them? Was this even real? She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

”Alrighty!” Gingham nodded, getting a good look at the new Pearl. ”So, Shelley, huh?”

”My name is Pearl.” she deadpanned. ”I still don't understand why I'm being referred to as 'Shelley'."

"We've got a lot of work to do..." Velvet sighed.

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Making her way around, she navigated through a crowd of people all talking at once. It was a bit overwhelming, but as she got closer to the legendary hybrid it became easier for her to manage. It felt so unreal, being right in front of Stevonnie Universe. She also couldn't help but feel nervous, too. Mara gathered all the strength she had in herself to approach them. This was her chance to thank them for inspiring her. For a moment, she paused though, out of fear that she would sound annoying. But she pushed her fears away as she went for it anyway.

“Excuse me,” Mara tapped on Stevonnie’s shoulder. They turned around and looked down to see her. Here it was. The big moment. “You must be Stevonnie!”

“Of course I am.” they replied.

Immediately the girl became starstruck. “Hi, my name’s Mara! I’m so excited to meet you! I’ve heard so many great things about you!”

Stevonnie looked at this hybrid girl they had never met before. They were used to seeing new people all the time, so it didn't bother them as much as one would think. ”That’s wonderful. I don’t think we’ve met.”

”Well, I’m moving to Beach City so you might see me more.” she explained. “But wow, I can’t believe I’m talking to you right now!”

”I can’t wait. Welcome to Beach City, Mara.” They smiled. Noticing her gem, they began to realize something. Could it be? This girl reminded her of someone they hadn’t seen in around thirty years. Someone important...

"You know, you mean a lot to me. I'm pretty sure a lot of hybrids would say the same thing." Mara rambled on. She wasn't prepared for this, but she made do. "I just wanted to thank you. For everything."

Stevonnie paused. Had she really followed her Diamond’s footsteps after all? This fact was a lot to take in. After they took a better look, they knew it was indeed her daughter.Taking a deep breath, they shook her hand. They felt themselves getting a little emotional. No, now wasn’t the time. “Welcome, back.”

---

Eyeball walked towards Doc, a smile on her face. Despite her happiness, she remained calm and professional, saluting her fellow Ruby with her hand on her forehead. She was worried about what she had to say about what could technically been seen as a failure, but Doc seemed to be in a good mood despite the setback.

”Welcome, back soldier. I'm so glad to see you alive and well.” Doc greeted, patting her on the back.

”We got more important news.” the veteran revealed.

”Do tell.” Doc requested.

"Okay, well..." she paused in order to get the right words out of her mouth. The fact that she managed to defeat a Bustamite, a rare and powerful type of Gem, was already unbelievable. But it was something she had to tell her. ”My group and I were attacked by a rogue Bustamite.”

”A Bustamite?!” Doc murmured, losing her professional stance. ”My stars! And you survived?”

“It wasn’t easy, let me tell you.” Eyeball tried to word it in a way that didn't sound like she was bragging.

“How’d you do it? Those Bustamites can’t be messed with.” Doc leaned forward, visibly interested in what the other Ruby had to say.

”I was able to use my skills to destabilize her. She is guilty of both assault and illegal ownership of a Pearl.” Eyeball explained. ”The bubble has been sent for evaluation.”

”You did good. I’m proud of you.” the chest Ruby congratulated. “Your first leading mission was indeed a success.”

“But the ship crashed, preventing us from getting to our intended destination.”

“While that is true, you also were able to stop a criminal and keep your group safe. That doesn’t sound like a failure to me.” she assured her. “You did just fine.”

”Thank you, Doc.” Eyeball said, pulling her into a hug and smiling. "It's good to be back."

---

”HEEEYYYYY!” a large crowd of Quartzes dogpiled onto Betty, an act of affection that would scare most people. “Betty’s back!” The group toppled her onto the ground while all talking at once excitedly. Several chants of “you’re back” could be heard from them. Betty had to push a few of them off of her before standing back up and breathing heavily. Even for someone who was half Agate, this whole endeavor wore her out more than she anticipated. Perhaps she needed a nice bath when she got home.

“Guys, guys, gimme some space, will ya?” she requested, still recovering from what had happened before. She was used to this from them, but it had been a while.

“We missed you!” Sharky, one of the Amethysts, cheered. “We didn’t wanna lose ya.”

"Elle almost went looking for you herself and I had to stop her." Skinny

“You gotta tell us about space, girl!” Jay, another one with curly hair, demanded, jumping up and down.

“What did you see?” Carnelian tugged on her braid in order to get her attention, something the short Gem had developed a quite endearing habit of since the hybrid started wearing them as a kid.

Betty smiled. It was nice to see how much they cared for her despite their problems with her mother in the past. They treated her like she was one of them, giving her a kinship with them, especially after the death of her father. The Famethyst really were a family, and the tightest-knit one she knew of.

"Oh man, we ended up on this ocean planet and stayed inside an abandoned base." she revealed, brushing the dust off her clothes. "We fought this angry pink Gem with telekinetic powers and someone almost got killed!"

"Sick!" a pinkish looking Amethyst shouted.

"Give us more of the details!" Sharky added after giving her a playful punch on the shoulder.

Betty gave them a smug look and softly punched her back. “I’ll tell you about it later, after I introduce you to my new boyfriend.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” they all screamed, dramatically pretending to fall back in shock.

Betty couldn't help but laugh at their reaction. She had a lot to tell them about the Ocean Moon and Harry. Would they even like him? They probably would, but there was always that worry she had that they might intimidate him.

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Harry looked around the crowd for someone, an anxious look on his face. Where was he? It wouldn't be unlike him not to show up, but it was the least he could do for something as important as this. Or at least send someone to get his son for him.

Luckily, he spotted a familiar figure. “Dad!” he called out upon seeing an older man in a fancy gray suit. He had brown skin much like his son, and his dark hair showed signs of visible graying. By the look on his face, he seemed concerned.

”I was worried about you, son.” he told him. ”I had a feeling I shouldn't have let you go on this trip.”

”But Dad, I-”

”You could have been hurt!” he interrupted. "I don't want to lose you."

”But I’m fine!” he exclaimed. ”Besides, I’m 29. You have no control over me and I would have gone anyway even if you were against it." he crossed his arms. "You really should start treating me like an adult.”

"I care about you a lot. But I also care about your well being." he put his hand on his son's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "I have to make sure you don't hurt yourself or you image."

"Come on, is my image really that important?"

”This discussion is over.” his father stated. ”Say goodbye to your friends, because we’re going home right away.”

”Can’t you at least let me introduce you to my new girlfriend?”

“You got a girlfriend?” He pulled his hand away.

"Yes. I know I'm suppose to get your approval first, but I want to make my own decisions on this." his son explained to him. Sick of being treated like a child, he felt the need to start calling his own shots. And his love life would be among the first.

Mr. Ross took a deep breath and sighed. “You can introduce me to her later, I have an important meeting to attend to.”

“Ugh, fine.” Harry groaned. There really was no reasoning with him. As long as he lived with him, there were so many rules he had to deal with. He walked toward Betty, dreading the goodbye.

---

“Diana, there you are!” a high pitched voice called out. Diana turned to see an Aquamarine wearing a doctor’s outfit, her hair tied up neatly. Flying towards her with a clipboard in hand, she had a friendly demeanor and some important information to tell. “Just making sure everyone is accounted for. I need you and all the others to meet me at my office sometime this week to make sure none of you caught any new diseases.” she glanced over at Diana’s bruises. ”But it looks like you need to be looked at immediately.”

”Sorry, there was a bit of roughing up.” she admitted, wincing while remembering the sensation of being thrown. Something told her she'd be feeling that for a while. Good thing hybrids were stronger than a normal human.

”I can tell.” the Aquamarine looked at her with concern. ”Can you still fly?”

“Pretty sure I can. We can fly there in a minute.” she replied, then looked around for someone in particular. ”Dr. Marine, where’s my dad?”

“I visited him today to drop off his medication.” she told her, checking something off of the clipboard. “He couldn’t make it due to his condition. You know how it is.”

“Right.” Diana looked down, a bit disappointed. “He is getting old after all.” Jamie had seen better years. Now an old man, there were many things he could no longer do, having retired from both his job of being a mailman and his passion for acting. Luckily, Diana had taken after him. But she knew that his time was limited and he was fading away.

“Diana!” another voice shouted. She saw Peridot running towards her, leaping into a hug. “See, I knew you’d be okay!”

“Ooh! Careful!” Diana exclaimed, her body still a bit sore from the fight.

”Sorry, sorry.” Peridot moved back a little. ”I was so worried when I was told you didn’t make it, so I went and scanned the route area to look for any stray planetoids you might have ended up on!” she explained. “And my calculations were correct! Welcome home, Di.”

Diana smiled. Classic Peridot. ”Is everything okay at home?”

“Of course, Jamie, Emile, and Judy are going to be so relieved!” the green Gem exclaimed. “Putzie kept asking when you were coming back.”

“They did?”

“You should have seen it! But we’re all glad you’re back, you know?” Peridot assured her. Diana felt the same, she had really missed everyone and was just eager to see them.

”Peridot’s right.” Dr. Marine added. ”But first, we need to get you to the hospital.”

---

“Do ya really gotta get going so soon?” Betty asked. “The fam’s eager to meet you.”

“Unfortunately.” Harry explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s on a tight schedule.”

“You’d think he’d be more happy to see you, at the very least.” Betty put her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed. Not at Harry, but his father.

“You don’t know my dad.” he told her. “He does care about me, he’s just awful at showing it.”

“I guess so.” she replied. “Do you have my number?”

“Not yet.” he realized. ”What is it?”

“Let me put it in for you.”

He handed her his phone and she began entering her number. “We really should hang out.” Harry told her. ”I could show you the city.”

“I’ve already been to a city, just not yours. Besides, you gotta come to my place, first.” Betty told him, giving his phone back. “We’ll show you how to have some real fun!”

“Oh yeah?” he teased. Just then, Betty snuck a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah.” she giggled as he blushed. ”Gotcha, city boy.” For the first time ever, she said it as an endearing term. They pulled into one more hug before parting.

---

Somewhere in Beach City, a Pearl leaned against a white fence in front of her light indigo house. She wore a dark purple dress that stopped below her knees and black kitten heels. Her medium length hair, a slightly different shade of violet, flipped at the end, and her appearance was amplified by her black choker and loose bracelet. Her medium purple pearl was out of sight, just behind her upper back.

There was an air of pride around her, as if she was secretly showing herself off should anyone had been around. Looking at the sunset, she smiled. Her lavender skin almost shining against the sunlight.

However, her thoughts were cut short when she saw another Pearl walking towards her.

This one seemed to appear to be the opposite of her. She had short, curly black hair that seemed to be a tad bit messy. Her baggy clothes and lack of shoes contrasted against her neat outfit, and her faded black skin seemed to be covered in ash. Atop her forehead was a proudly placed black pearl.

Despite being polar opposites, they were happy to see each other.

“Hey, Charcoal.” the purple Pearl greeted, revealing her smooth voice. “Catch anything on fire today?”

“No, Candy. I haven’t.” she said, almost disappointed. Her voice was a bit husky. “Been tryna convince Goldie to let me be exempt from the firework ban.”

“She has a point, you know.” Candy reminded her. "Remember the noise complaints?"

“Hey, a Pearl’s gotta get her fix.” the black Pearl defended, leaning against the same fence.

"Thank the stars there's no rule against sex."

Charcoal rolled her eyes. “Anyway, we’re getting new neighbors. A bunch of new Pearls.”

”Nice.” Candy replied, filing her nails. ”I’ve been really bored here with the house next to me empty. Hope they’re cute.”

”I heard one of them’s a hybrid. And another’s new to Earth. Imagine that.” she said as she took out what appeared to be a box of cigarettes, clearly old fashioned for this day and age. It's not like she cared, though.

”We’ve all been new to Earth at some point.” Candy stopped filing her nails and pulled out a compact mirror, admiring her reflection.

”True.” Charcoal mused.

”I just hope the other Pearls aren’t too hard on them. I mean, a hybrid and a newbie?”

”You know Ocean’s probably gonna pull some shit.” she told her, lighting a cigarette and putting it in her mouth. She blew a cloud of smoke. “She always does.”

“I think I’d better warn them about her.” Candy closed the compact mirror and put it away.

“She definitely will if she sees them hanging with you.” Charcoal pointed out.

“Oh bother!” she responded. “She’s the one who oughta keep her nose out of people’s business.” She knew firsthand how one nosey Pearl can ruin one’s reputation, and the last thing she wanted was for someone else to deal with the same problem. “I should still make sure they settle in alright.”

“That sounds nice.” Charcoal responded. “Let me know when they get here, I want to give them a welcoming gift.”

“Let me guess,” the purple Pearl paused. “Lighters?”

“You know me too well, Can.” she chuckled. It was quiet for a moment. A bunch of seagulls flew by, paying no attention to the two.

Candy interrupted the silence. “But they don’t, and that’s what’s great about meeting new people, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Charcoal yawned, taking another drag of her cigarette.

The two looked on for a moment and wondered about what would happen next. Things had become a bit too quiet lately, it was almost a bit nerve wracking. Maybe some new neighbors was exactly what Candy, and the rest of Pearl Row, needed.

#finally finished!#steven universe #su #su fanfic #fanfic #ocean moon #ocean moon fanfic #era 3 au #ao3 #steven universe fanfic

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queenevaine · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas everyone! I have a special Christmas fic for those who are fans of Kingfield, but I also wanted to say thank you all sooooo so much for all the love and support of my writing. Seriously, I can’t express just how much it means to me, especially as someone who has written stuff before and gotten little to no comments/feedback on it. I check every single reblog to see what people say about it, and it makes me so extremely happy and grateful to see people adoring it. You guys are why I enjoy writing so much and am able to keep going, so thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you all enjoy this!

A bit of tagging, because plenty of this was inspired by @notthebasement pointing out a Kingfield dynamic in ‘Something Just Like This’ by Coldplay. It ends sweetly, I swear.

Dwight enjoyed the snow falling from the grey sky, a change from the normal dreariness that surrounded the campfire. Christmas was fast approaching, not that he knew exactly when, but sometime soon would be fine for exchanging gifts and celebrating. The thought of the holiday approaching was heavy on Dwight’s mind. He wanted to get presents for the others, especially for David for saving him so many times that Dwight couldn’t count. There had to be something in the Entity’s realm he could put together to fully convey how grateful he was.

Dwight was sure David was too good for him. He had a blunt attitude, and could be antagonistic, but when David cared about something, he put everything into it. With the Christmas season approaching, Dwight wanted to do something nice and prove himself. He wasn’t all that special, but he could manage plenty of varying situations without stress.

Dwight had vowed to himself to find some alcohol, a rarity in the realm of the Entity. He didn’t care for it himself, but the present would probably be something David would enjoy. Trial after trial, Dwight took back bits and pieces of anything notable to make an offering. A bottle from Gas Heaven, bits of leaves from Coldwind Farm, a paper to write on, and mud to make the paper stick to the bottle.

The offering crackled and melted in the flames of the campfire, before it abruptly sputtered out and plunged Dwight into the darkness. When the fog cleared, Dwight was in the cornfield of the Rotten Fields. He immediately looked around, spotting Nea in the distance and Ace’s aura further away. Dwight started searching for a nearby chest, rummaging through the worn, ambiguous shapes that the Entity clearly put there to fill the space.

His hand hit something hard, but not the plastic like in the flashlights or the metal of the keys. He grabbed the bottle out of the chest, grinning as he spun it in his hands. He stood and kept his grip around the neck of the bottle firm, determined not to drop it or lose it. I just have to escape now. With new resolve, Dwight focused on the generators. One already lit up, and he could sense Ace working on another.

He took deep breaths to calm himself. He was normally nervous, but was still able to compose himself enough to lead the others. This time, there was a little more at stake that Dwight didn’t want to lose. The generator Ace was working on lit up, and soon after his own was powered. He felt the pit in his stomach, the fear of losing everything he had spent a little over a week putting together over hundreds of trials.

He heard the humming before ever hearing his heartbeat race. He kept close to obstacles in the field, waiting for the Huntress to pass by before moving on. He heard her wind up a hatchet, and looked over his shoulder to spot the glowing eyes behind the mask. Without any hesitation, he got up and bolted as the hatchet slammed into the hay bales that had been beside him. She yelled in frustration, chasing after him with the axe in her hands.

She gained quickly, throwing another hatchet at Dwight and catching his shoulder. He couldn’t help crying out in pain, but quickly bit his lip to stifle it. Another generator lit up, but the Huntress didn’t even flinch in her focus. He could distract her long enough to let the others finish the generators and open a gate, and then he would just have to make it out. Easy enough, right? He knew how to keep a Killer busy around pallets. He clenched his fists tightly as he ran, determined to make it out alive.

The last generator lit up and the exit doors blared as the Huntress’ axe slammed into his back while sliding across a pallet. He groaned in pain, crawling as close to the pallet as he could while he formed a plan. I am not dying today. The boards of wood shattered and splintered, the Huntress continuing her humming again as she reached to pick up Dwight.

In a swift motion, Dwight grabbed the nearest board of wood and slammed it across the Huntress’ face, catching her off guard as she staggered and groaned, then roared with anger. Dwight took the opportunity to get up and run, as painful as it was. She shouted at him now, in a language he didn’t understand, but it wasn’t hard to tell that she was incredibly upset. He ran for the red lights in the distance, zig-zagging between rocks, trees, and walls to avoid another hatchet.

His heart kept pounding as he ran, seeing Nea and David in the exit gate. His thought was immediately to hide the bottle, he couldn’t go to all this effort to have the surprise wasted. Almost on cue, the Huntress’ hatchet soared through the air, embedding into Dwight’s forearm and make him drop the bottle.

The cry he let out was more of frustration than of pain as he heard the unmistakable shatter of glass. The pain was second to the anger of having gone to all the effort of making this happen, only to lose it in a single second. He heard David running towards him, shouting with his usual anger.

“Oi, Rabbit bitch! Fuck off!”

Her attention shifted, and she chased David off as he ran back into the cornfield. Nea wrapped Dwight’s injuries with bandages, keeping her attention wary for the Huntress coming back. Their gaze snapped to the fields as they heard David scream, and Dwight could tell the Huntress had caught him and put him on a hook. He moved to go back and save him, but Nea stopped him.

“She’s not gonna move, we gotta go or die too.”

The thought only made Dwight even angrier. He glared at Nea, letting out an annoyed breath.

“I’m not leaving him behind.”

Dwight looked back to where David was hanging, seeing the wordless motion that the Huntress wasn’t leaving, and going back would nearly be suicide. Despite it all, Dwight walked back towards the field and toward the cause of his racing heartbeat. Nea grabbed his injured forearm, making him wince.

“We don’t have a choice, unless we all wanna die too.”

“Let go of my arm.”

The stern tone in his voice caught Nea off-guard, but the shock of it only lasted a moment on her face.

“We’re leaving, whether you want to or not.”

“I said. Let. Go.”

The two stood there in a silent staring match, even as Nea’s hand dug into his injured arm. Without warning, she suddenly yanked Dwight towards the exit and past the barrier the Entity allowed them to stay before finding themselves at the campfire. The campfire materialized in front of Dwight, making him shout in a release of every emotion. He spun around, getting in Nea’s face.

“YOU LEFT HIM TO DIE!”

Nea shoved Dwight backwards, staring back with a cold, bitter calmness.

“Don’t fucking get in my face.”

Dwight felt his face getting hot with anger. He wanted so badly to hit her, to take it out on her for making him leave David behind. He felt like a failure, a week of preparation gone in an instant, and leaving David to die was the last straw. He took a deep breath.

“Don’t you ever think of doing that again.”

He didn’t wait for her response, instead turning around to walk into the woods surrounding the campfire. He’d be back eventually, the Entity made sure of that, but he needed to clear his head and be alone. His arm was red and already bruising from Nea’s grip earlier, shaking his head and looking up to the sky. Fucking idiot. He felt so worthless, so painfully average and forgettable.

He held his injured arm tighter as he felt tears forming. He felt terrible, trudging through the snow to just walk. He wanted so badly to prove he was more than a nervous wreck with no real skills in anything but hiding. I can’t even have that, can I? All the others had unique skills they had mastered, and Dwight’s was to guide the others in what they already knew how to do. He sunk to the ground next to a tree, resting his head against the bark. He was still hurting, Nea had patched him up enough to only stop the bleeding. He couldn’t think about healing himself, when his thoughts were on David. What is he going to think and say? That I abandoned him?

He shook his head, trying to stop thinking like that. It wouldn’t help at all, and he didn’t want to be pitied because he was hard on himself. Even still, that didn’t stop his anxiety, afraid that David would decide that he wanted better.

He slowly looked over to the rustling of bushes, squeezing his arm as he noticed the familiar jacket and David walking out with bloody bandages wrapped around his chest. This is it. He’s going to be upset at me and break up. He took deep breaths, waiting for David to speak up. The other kneeled down next to him, head tilted slightly.

“You doing okay? Nea told me you stormed off on ‘er.”

Dwight couldn’t help the scoff.

“She leave out that she shoved me, too? We had an argument. Didn’t wanna talk to her more.”

David laughed, grinning like nothing was wrong.

“Oh yeah? I gotta teach you to throw a good punch sometime.”

Dwight smiled weakly, trying to relax himself. David’s expression immediately shifted to one of concern.

“You been crying? Th’fuck did she say to you? I’ll kick her ass into next fuckin’ week if you want.”

Dwight shook his head. Well, might as well let it all out now.

“W-we had to go. I didn’t want to leave you behind, you save me almost every time I get into trouble. I was trying to get a present for you, I spent a week getting stuff together to offer to the Entity to let me get it, and the Huntress broke it just feet away from the gate. I wanted to do something nice and surprise you, but I can’t even do that. I’m not special, and I.. I was afraid you weren’t going to want to be with me.”

Dwight let out a breath. David sat with his arms crossed.

“Dwight, d’you think I’m a fucking idiot?”

“What? No! God, no!”

David reached to grab Dwight’s uninjured arm.

“Then why th’fuck do you think I don’t know what I want? I don’t give a shit what the others think. I want to be with you, and that’s not fuckin’ changing. I protect you because I don’t want you gettin’ hurt. You don’t ‘ave to get me anything, only thing I’d miss is you.”

He’s way too good for me. Dwight felt the tears stream down his face, prompting David to pull him close. David’s hand was rubbing his back, trying his best to be comforting.

“I don’t want a perfect superhero, Dwight. Just remember that. Besides, you smacked the Huntress across the fucking face! That was amazing.”

Dwight nodded, letting out a laugh. He felt ridiculous now, but still enjoyed the comfort.

“What was the gift, anyway?”

“It, uh, was a bottle of alcohol. I don’t know if it would’ve been good or not, but, I was hoping.”

David grinned, breaking into a laugh.

“I don’t miss goin’ to a pub that much. But, I appreciate it, babe.”

David gave Dwight’s cheek a quick kiss, leaning back to smile. Dwight rubbed his face, clearing the tears away.

“Well, I thought it’d be a nice surprise. But.. oh well, I guess. Can always try again, just won’t be in time for Christmas, I think.”

“Doesn’t matter much t’me. Just keep yourself safe, yeah?”

Dwight nodded, moving to stand up.

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, David.”

David nodded, a wide grin forming on his face.

“Now, how’s about a bit of fun?”

Before Dwight could respond, David took a handful of snow and compacted it to a snowball to throw at Dwight’s face. He wiped it away, the Entity’s recreation being just as cold and soft as normal snow. With a grin, Dwight grabbed a handful of snow himself.

“Oh, you’re on!”

Instead of throwing it, Dwight reached to shove snow down David’s shirt. The undignified yelp made Dwight laugh hard.

“You little shit’ead! C’mere, you!”

David lifted Dwight off the ground with ease, walking to the nearest snowbank despite Dwight’s squirming.

“No, don’t you dare!”

Dwight was unceremoniously dropped into the snow, leaving a hole where he had fallen through. David jumped into the bank alongside Dwight, taking a large handful of snow and sticking it into Dwight’s shirt.

“DAVID, IT’S COLD!”

Despite the shouts, he was laughing the entire time.

“YOU DID TH’SAME TO ME, THIS IS REVENGE!”

Both of them were laughing, wrestling in the snow. By the time they made their way back to the campfire, their cheeks were red, and David’s jacket was around Dwight’s shoulders.

#QueenEve writes #Dead By Daylight #David King #Dwight Fairfield #Kingfield

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drv3imagines · 7 years ago

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Mod Tojo apologizes deeply. I hope my writing isn’t off…I haven’t been having a good…anything lately…Please enjoy… (I actually started to feel a little better after writing Rantaro’s…)

Rantaro Amami * He’s angry to say the least. * You work hard and try to do your best in helping others, and to top it off no one shows you the gratitude you deserve. * He understands how harsh life can be sometime, but this is too much for him to handle. * He takes a passive approach to this situation and deters you from helping anyone who doesn’t deserve it. * You of course don’t want to because you hope that maybe someday you helping others, would influence them to help someone else. * That’s…literally the sweetest thing he’s ever heard and omigoshyouaresoprecious. * So instead of dealing with this head on, Rantaro decides to take the route to show you how he feels instead. * He organizes a get-together with those who *do* show you the love and care you deserves and they organize gratitude party for you. * You didn’t think it was necessary, but he gives you a chaste kiss and hug, saying that he’d do anything to see you smile. * And he spent the rest of the party staying true to those words.

Korekiyo Shinguuji * It’s inhumane. * How is it that humans could selfishly take from such a pure and innocent soul? * It was disgusting, cruel, and a near travesty. Yet, he was kind of intrigued. * Perhaps he’d take more time to look into that aspect later, but first he must show his love who had been mistreated, a well deserved showcase of gratitude. * He spends the entire morning while you were out, arranging his house into a relaxing beauty parlor✨ * Not that you weren’t beautiful before, but there was nothing wrong with a little pampering. * He was actually excited that for once he could use some techniques he found soul settling on you~ * Of course if you didn’t like something, he had plenty of other ideas. Maybe you wouldn’t like the steamed bath he ran, that’s okay, he would attempt to give you a full body massage using techniques he learned when he traveled to a small village during his travels. * When you got home, it was late in the evening and you were very tired…but…as soon as you stepped through the door, you snapped awake again. * The dim lighting from candles was the only source of light that you could see, but the aura that came from them was captivating. * You hummed in content, mind going foggy with the relaxed environment…so lost in the bask, Korekiyo’s sudden appearance from the dark nearly gave you a heart attack. * “Ah, s/o, welcome home~ Shall we begin the treatment?~” * After making your evening one to remember, he goes back to the problem at hand. Those pesky beings who had shown there ugly sides to you with their ungratefulness; perhaps they could use a “special treatment” as well.

Kaito Momota * All he needs is a name and he’s gonna be at their doorstep giving them the (strike: beatdown) lecture of a lifetime. * No one uses his s/o! And *especially* if their gonna be jackwagons about it! * He’d definitely be fired up about this matter, acting on impulse if he ever caught someone doing it. * And when he did, it wasn’t pretty. He grabbed whoever it was by the collar of their shirt and gave them a good shake down, “talking” some sense into their head. * He’d give a speech about how amazing you were as a person and if they were gonna treat you like a sidebar then they didn’t deserve to even be acquainted with you. * And with that it’d be over with them, and time to teach you how to stick up for yourself. * He gives plenty of helpful advice to you that just because you were nice, that didn’t mean you had to take crap from anyone. * You can still be a sweetie and take names and break doors down if you had to. * … * Or, just let him handle being aggressive for now, until your coaching went on a little better. * … * Okay, then what do you suggest? * You figured it would be best to try and learn how to differentiate those who took advantage of you, and at least let you protect yourself in your own way. * Seemed fair. * But to be on the safe side he still knocks heads when he has to.

Kokichi Ouma * Whaaaaaaaat??? Someone taking advantage of his beloved, S/o-chan? * He hated the idea of puppet masters, which was what this person kind of was to you. Using you for a plan they had, be it benign or malicious. * He was gonna put a stop to it either way. * If he were to witness it in the act, he’d immediately step in and sling an arm around you (if he can reach you that is //shot). * He’d hoped his presence alone would make them back off as a warning, but he’s not as intimidating as he thinks (or what he wants others to think he thinks). * So he’s gotta step up his game and put on a little show for them. * He’d off-handedly call them out on why they were asking for the favors in the first place. * “ S/o~ They’re lying so they can get you to do it for them~ It’s so obvi!” * “I-I don’t mind if they ask, Ouma…I swear…” * “*Gasp* Well in that case, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I asked you to help me too!” * Huh? But didn’t you just say- * “By not helping them!~ They’re totally trying to guilt you into doing their stuff anyway, no good can come from *those* kinds of people ya know. Nishishishi~” * Well…maybe… * He may not be one to confront the jerk upfront, but he sure did have a way of calling them out to the point where they wouldn’t ask anymore. * It was a confusing process, but you were eventually able to see through those like he did…okay maybe on your own terms, but he did teach you a few things.

Shuuichi Saihara * He won’t lie. He was once in your shoes before, but that was before he knew that it was wrong. * But now he does and he doesn’t want to stand for it. * He works out that even if he pointed out that those people were using you, you’d try to cover for them, or tell him you just liked helping people. * He definitely knew it wasn’t his place to lecture you on who you should help and who you shouldn’t, but this was still wrong… * The best thing he could do is take a stand for the one he cared for and deal with this head on. * You were at home preparing your wonderful boyfriend a nice dinner, when you heard the door open and shut. * Shuuichi called out to you, and you told him where you were. * However, you were not expecting him to bring home a beautiful bouquet of- OMG WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, SHUUICHI?! * On his right cheek he had a nice sized bruise steadily glowing and swelling pretty bad. * “Shuuichi, what happened to you?!” * “I did what had to be done, s/o.” He says as he grabs a few materials from the kitchen drawers to make an ice pack. * He didn’t say much more than that, and you knew you wouldn’t go far in pressing too much of the issue. But you were still worried. * Even if it wasn’t his style, he immediately confronted the culprit with the truth they didn’t want to face about making others feel small and using them for their abilities. It was a cover for insecurities they had about themselves…and that was as far as he could get before he received the small reward from his bravery. * But the results that came in the future were all he cared about, as long as that person wasn’t bothering you anymore, he’d take a million of those punches. * (Even if it hurt really bad)

Kiibo * It may take him a moment, but he noticed the situation seemed fishily familiar… * He’s confused as to why you suddenly have become so busy with one person’s tasks, not because they were unreasonable…it’s just that you literally did *everything* for this person. * Hmm… * Wait a minute! * You were being taken advantage of! He had read the signs of that before in his studies of bad human habits! (Not because he wanted to have them, but he needed to understand them too…or at least try…he’s still learning) * He confronts you with this info and off the bat provides a solution to this problem. * He was going to sue them. * … * It would be considered mistreatment of a valuable person’s efforts and kindness. * Was he trying to tell a joke? * Even so, it was pretty funny and you laughed at the thought. * But he was pretty serious. “We’ll see who’s laughing when I take this matter of utmost disrespect to court officials.” * Kiibo that’s not a thing you can sue people for ^^;;;. That case would be thrown out before it even reached a judge. * Other than taking this matter to the emotion police, Kiibo would try to compensate for the problem at hand by helping you find a new cohort of friends. Those who would treat you better. * He also shared a few things that help him when he realizes he’s being taken advantage of. (Ouma: How’s that working out for ya?) * It was exciting to teach his human lover something for once, and he felt a little more worthy to be called your lover.

Gonta Gokuhara * Gonta thinks s/o’s kindness is very touching and he is inspired by s/o’s spirit of helpfulness. * It warms Gonta’s heart to the core to see s/o being active amongst friends with any task! Gonta wants to help to! * And somehow you both get sapped into the trap of being taken advantage of…but Gonta doesn’t feel right. * The other person who asked Gonta and s/o to fill in for them at a volunteering event because they were sick were caught outside of at a cafe the same day, with a group of friends. * Funny enough, Gonta was taking you to lunch during your break, so you happened to run into the “friend.” * But…Gonta thought they were sick? Gonta didn’t understand why they would be out in public where their condition would get worse? * One of the friends spoke up in disgust, calling out the user for taking advantage of their time to skip out on a volunteering event. * …Gonta…can’t believe what he was hearing. * Gonta was used? He didn’t mind so much, but s/o didn’t deserve to be treated that way! * S/o is gentle and nice! They did everything this friend asked them to do and even stayed up all night making preparations for the event to go very successfully. * Gentleman do not get upset! He would remind himself…but it was hard when the “friend” lied to s/o! * Gonta may not be smart, but he knows s/o deserved better! * He politely leaves the premises, and promises you that he would do a better job to protect them from mean people like that. * Gonta is sorry uwu.

Ryoma Hoshi * He usually doesn’t like getting caught up in other people’s bs. * He’d feel bad for someone who was in your predicament, but couldn’t find the right way to approach it without finding himself being too meddlesome. * But with you. * All H*ck was about to break loose. * They didn’t know it, but he was on to them the moment it got out of hand. * It was unacceptable…yet he couldn’t find the right approach to this without doing something he’d later regret. So whenever they decided to come back and ask you for another favor, they were going to get the face. * You know the one. * (ʘωʘ) * Until they were freaked out enough to get the hint. * After sending them that message, he would have a sit-down with you, letting you know how important it was to tell off people who abuse your kindness. * “But, Hoshi, I just wanna make the world a better place. Even if they don’t see it now, one day they’ll look back at the person who helped them, hoping that they can make someone smile too with kindness~🌸” * When you smiled at him he huffed, seeing it was useless trying to get you to change so suddenly. But maybe you were right… * Helping others was a good way to help them help someone else… * But you still had ways to go to understand the difference between helping others and standing up for yourself.

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blogofori · 4 years ago

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This has been bugging me and stressing me out on and off since March, so I’m going to vent here.

So, there was this point in mid-March where my mom and dad got really fucking sick for two weeks. It took them several months to recover all the way. I’m like 50/50 on whether or not it was COVID. There were like, four separate sources that they could have gotten sick from that each have different chances of having been COVID.

I’ll list them from least to most likely to have been COVID. The first possible source was me, getting it from school maybe. This happened during a week-long break from school, but for a couple days I was sick with mild exhaustion and a runny nose. Since there were none of the classic COVID symptoms and runny nose is one of the few things that COVID doesn’t really cause, I’m going to assume that was a cold and if I had COVID, it was asymptomatic (I was 17 at the time, I am currently 18, and my only pre-existing condition is asthma, so that’s not an unreasonable assessment). The next possible cause of the disease was my mom. She works for marketing in Boeing, specifically in dealing with foreign airlines, so her and lot of the people she works with have to travel internationally a lot for work. That said, I don’t recall hearing anything about any of her coworkers getting sick around the same time she did. All of that said, both of these instances have some credibility by virtue of us living around Seattle, which got hit by COVID a little bit before the rest of America did because we have a high Asian population, so more people were going to an from China before COVID made it big world-wide. We also had an outbreak in a retirement home that was probably about a 20 minute drive from where I live, so COVID was definitely around where I live for at least a few weeks before lock-down orders started. The third candidate was my aunt, who was visiting from San Diego shortly before my parents got sick. Mom said she said she was feeling a bit sick before visiting. Considering I don’t know anything about the symptoms, she’s over 50 and obese, and it didn’t sound like she got super sick, it’s a huge not enough information, never will get enough information to guess. Then there’s my sister, who almost definitely had COVID. She has half public half private school. The private school was run by this jackass guy, who decided to ignore the CDC’s guidelines at the time to not travel to China for nonessential stuff. A bit later, there was an outbreak of people getting sick at her school and one of the teachers tested positive. While my sister did not get tested, she did get sick and was definitely exposed. That said, it’s still possible that she got COVID and didn’t spread it to anyone in the family because my family fucking hates each other. Like, the average amount of time per day I was spending within even 10ft of any given family member was around 30 seconds, and my sister’s even more cut off from everyone than I am. To the point where I didn’t find out that she was even sick in March until she told me about it in July. Given all of that, my sister’s in middle school and my parents had to drive her around a lot, so there’s still a very good chance they got sick from her. I’m also not 100% sure on the timeline of when she got sick vs when mom and dad got sick, but it was probably within two weeks of each other considering all of this happened in the same month. There’s also the point that mom and dad both tested negative for the “did you have corona” test, but those tests aren’t very consistent and they got tested in July, so it’s possible that they got two false negatives (my sister and I did not get the test).

The reason this is bothering me so much, other than my desire to just know, is that there was an unusually high amount of placing being gone to during the time period that people were sick. First of all, when I was first getting my cold symptoms, it was right at the start of a one week break for school. Normally that would mean I’d spend the entire week hanging out on my computer in this one isolated corner of the house, but not this week. This week my aunt and cousin were visiting for a few days. I largely didn’t do all of the outdoors stuff my dad was trying to force on me because I don’t like that stuff, I don’t like being around him, and I didn’t want to potentially worsen the cold and get more annoying symptoms. But there was one day where he spent fifteen minutes arguing with me and got me to go to the zoo with him and my aunt. It wasn’t a particularly popular zoo, but it did get people from places like New York, California, and so on. Anyways, that’s the amount of out that I was while symptomatic with cold. My parents didn’t start getting sick until after my aunt returned home. She said she did not get sick afterwards when I asked her about it. My mom decided to keep her distance from me when she realized she was sick. This might have been because of COVID news, it also might have been a reaction to January where everyone but me got sick except me because I told them I was quarantining. Either way, I didn’t get any symptoms of anything besides the cold. My dad also got symptoms. During the weekend, he asked me about my symptoms. I told him I had lighter symptoms than he had and they got worse when he made me go to the zoo. So he took that as validation that it was ok to teach children skiing, and to take my mom with him. Mom said she spent the entire time in the lodge laying down, probably coughing like crazy, and trying to keep people away from her. Afterwards, dad drove to Spokane, a town that’s about a day’s drive away. Dad still claims that he did nothing wrong, but at the time, I was mad at him because for making his “flu” worse for himself and mom, but the entire thing gets so much worse if he actually had COVID. Side note: I did bring up that I was upset with him for worsening his flu and that he shouldn’t have done that, mostly because I brought it up with my Therapist, who looked legitimately shocked and mildly horrified when I mentioned that to her because going skiing while sick with anything is a terrible idea. Anyways when I brought it up, dad claimed that he probably did have COVID but it’s ok because “children aren’t affected by it.” In July, I again brought up how that was a horrible thing to say, and he dismissed me by saying “it was a different time” and “I was already wearing a mask because I was skiing so it’s ok.” My mom got super sick after that and couldn’t really leave the couch or bed. That left me largely in charge of the food. I can’t cook. It’s something I probably should work on, but stuff like working with meat makes me anxious, and waiting for food to cook is boring and tedious. This is relevant because I decided to repeatedly bring food home while she was super sick. This was when the CDC was specifically telling people not to wear a mask, so I wasn’t wearing a mask. I was seeing the food people face to face. The only silver lining here was that people were beginning to worry about corona and I was showing up at the food places kinda late, so the places were eerily empty. Mom also had a work trip coming up where she was supposed to go to Ethiopia and Poland to meet with a bunch of people from a bunch of different countries. She went to the company doctor, but they didn’t test her or anything and just had her go even though she was pretty clearly sick with a cough and fever (it might have just been a cough by the time she went). So, Boeing did endanger the lives of several people they’re supposed to be working with. My dad got back home before she left, he doesn’t like to cook, so we were still eating out. We also ended up talking to a friend and trying to schedule a trip to Japan in July for the Olympics. He was still coughing. The friend was with his dad, who has a scarred lung and works in data science. That’s about when corona went on my radar as something to look out for. Meanwhile, during the week, my sister’s girl scout troop (I think?? It might have been something else) went on a field trip to Washington DC and into the White House. I’m still a tad disappointed that she didn’t infect the president then and there. Apparently one of the people who was supposed to go on the trip was too sick to go because of stomach issues or something.

All of this is bugging me because I can’t shake off the feeling of guilt, anger, fear, confusion, and hurt from that week, even though it’s been over 6 months. If we had COVID, which is entirely possible, how many people got infected? At the time, my perceptions of COVID were more or less “oh, I guess it isn’t food poisoning” because that’s how little attention I was paying to it when this happened. I know a lot of what happened here wasn’t my fault for a variety for reasons and, by now, whatever I did probably only have negligible affects on the pandemic even worst case scenario, but I can’t shake that feeling of guilt. I don’t understand why. I can’t shake the feeling of anger because no one has showed me much empathy or sympathy or such on the matter, the best I’ve gotten is people telling me to try and get over it. Which is on a scale between concern and defensiveness. Because of that, I can’t get over the anger I have towards my dad. Which is so exhausting that I can’t even be angry at the teacher who caused a COVID outbreak in his school or Boeing. The Boeing thing in particular probably should have been reported somewhere because what they did was horrible and objectionable, but now pretty much no one will know. I can’t get over the fear that someone died because of me or my family. The best I can do is remind myself that there is no proof that we even had COVID in the first place, but that uncertainty is also scary because I don’t know the consequences of my actions. Whether or not they were likely to have had serious negative repercussions or should just be taken as a warning. A warning that I haven’t been able to get my family to take. I can’t shake the confusion because I’ll never know for certain whether we even had COVID or just really bad luck with the flu. And I can’t get over the hurt because every time I’ve tried to even address it, I’ve just been told to shut up or get over it.

The week or so after realizing that COVID is, in fact, a thing, my mind was racing in contradictory directions. It was painful just from the whiplash alone. The reactions from my teachers ranged from one teacher trying to circumvent the rules trying to protect from COVID to another teacher declaring it’s the apocalypse and demanding all students stay away from her (which was worsened by some students intentionally triggering her anxiety by breathing on her, which is fucked up for multiple reasons). There was also a lot of uncertainty around the school because the district’s policy regarding COVID was it wouldn’t shut things down unless someone tested positive except there weren’t any tests available. It was worsened by a story on the news regarding a neighboring district where someone did test positive, but they didn’t find out until right when they were enter their school’s building. That lack of available testing also meant that the case numbers counted were almost definitely an underestimate. My mom was on her work trip, which left me with my dad. He was beginning to claim that COVID couldn’t have been that big of a deal because people probably already got it in the masses and his and mom’s case “wasn’t that bad.” Remember, they were both basically bed ridden for at least a week, and it took them months to fully recover from the coughing. That’s bad. The amount of emotions I was feeling were overwhelming, one day I would switch between joking about “spreading the plague” and being terrified of doing exactly that, the next day I’d barely have the energy to feel anything. Then I found out that my therapist came down with a fever, and I lost contact with her (because I couldn’t figure out how to get the online stuff to work after the fact). My thoughts on my parents would fling between “I want to protect them at all costs” and “I hope they die” in under a day, and it would continue swinging back and forth like that for months before I lost the will to care anymore.

The other day, I broke down in tears because I thought I might have a cold and it made me think of that week, or those few weeks. Turns out, I don’t have a cold, I just had a runny nose for three seconds. Every time I’ve tried to talk about it, I’ve been told to work it out or try to get over it, but I can’t do that on my own. All I can really do is try not to think about it until it comes crashing down again, but I know that’s impossible to maintain.

#rant

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brooklynislandgirl · 5 years ago

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78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?

Once Bitten || -

Insouciant. Of all the words that she could describe Anakin with right in that moment, that one would make the top of the list, once she crossed off some of the choicer words that leave the echo of soap in the back of her throat. Technically the greenhouse isn’t public, so she wouldn’t actually be saying filthy things where anyone was in danger of overhearing her speak so vulgarly, but she wasn’t also technically in the house and thus would be violating the spirit of the rule she’d learned long ago. So she sticks with insouciant.

It’s in the way he’s leaning into her. Hands on either side of the work counter, long fingers splayed across the wood, flesh impersonating rays of a shapely sun. It’s in the way he smells like cigarette smoke and Jack Daniels, he smells like rain on the horizon and dew clinging to the underside of leaves. Something else that she can’t put her finger on exactly but its clean, warm, and close, reminds her of salt spray on sea stones; goes right to her head and other places and in the morning she’ll wish that it came in a tiny glass bottle so she could spritz it on her pillows, her sheets. Maybe it's the whiskey barrel sweetness. Maybe it's the way that her hips and the small of her back, and that whole bit of her in between seems to fit just perfectly in the hollow of his own. Not that he’s bouncing against her, fidgeting where he stands, not obtrusively so. She can feel the sides of his converse ~vulcanised rubber, heavy canvas~ against the sides of her bare feet. Denim on chiffon. There’s a fervid kind of energy that envelopes him as it often does but there’s a different hue to it. And that is definitely a result of his voice right against her ear, fanning her cheek with his breath. The way its depth and timbre is something she could soak into, allow to drown out everything else from the sudden racing of her pulse to the way her breath hitches in her throat.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment, allowing her hands to clench the wood in a slightly different way, trying to draw a reserve of strength, of will from the potting soil and the snips of leaves and roots. As if all the resolve in the universe lies there beneath her nails. Answering him honestly is probably the worst thing she can do. Worse than coming up with some kind of specious lie that he would accept if he doesn’t examine it too closely, but one of the things that she likes about him is the way he unravels things, pulling them apart to examine their structure and integrity, before he carefully pieces it back together, often improved in its own way. She’d like to blame the fact that he has a talent for Matter. But even when his anxiety lays siege to his better nature and scrambles up his thoughts so that it takes him long minutes to get around to letting them come out of his mouth, he has a gift of telling personal truths like a well-remembered fairy tale.

She doesn’t mean that in a bad way, but he manages to put some distance between himself and his struggles that is truly remarkable. She doesn’t understand exactly how he does it, or even why, but she can sit there and listen to him for hours, and has done so in some cases. She envies him that particular gift, something she’s never had. Everything that lies inside her head is visceral and in the moment, very few exit lanes that aren’t choked with weeds and debris from growing up under the regime of her father. Moulded and shaped by her brother. And completely shattered by Billy. The black sheep, the long lost prince of a desiccated throne.

Maybe they are broken in different ways. She has more confidence in Anakin than he has in himself, their shyness book ends one another. In turn he has an eye for beauty or whatever it is that attracts him to other people and try as hard as she might, she can see no rhyme or pattern in it. Not that he’s brought strangers to her house that didn’t have little masked faces or fluffy grey wire-fur. She wants to know what drives him, how he finds himself in those places, and what he gets out of them. For once, she’d give her eye-teeth to experience that kind of passion. To feel immolated by the sensuality of it. Biting kisses along slender throat columns. Breathless hands everywhere and nowhere at once. But she knows better. She knows that all the things that are caught up in her head are not safe for public consumption. That they cling to a morality that is alien to everyone else she happens to know, that she can’t shake free of because she isn’t built that way.

He did throw in the qualifying designation of ‘friend’. That’s maybe worse than anything else he could say. The very idea of putting herself out there with someone she loves and trusts enough to be that close to is terrifying. What if they say no. Because they don’t love her life she wants? Worse, what if they do and something goes so catastrophically wrong that it ruins what might have been a perfectly fine, and above all else, platonic relationship? The idea is so lined with her that she instinctively flinches away from the full exploration of that, she has enough things to lay awake at night in horror over. How does he do it? Make something so intimate and life changing casual? Oh she knows he’s charming, she knows that smile and a wink can get him almost anything he likes, whether it goes in his arm or his nose, or down on him while his fingers are in its hair. Magnetism like that is legendary in her Tradition and a few others. He’s like Kerouac and Morrison in that way, isn’t he? And what does he do when it dissolves at the first touch of the next morning’s dawn?

Doesn’t he ever feel so lonely that even taking a breath feels like it’s going to crush his chest? Does he ever ache because a friend only lasted as long as it took for the high of their existence to wear off? She knows the answer already from the most abstract sifting through of their conversations.

So really the only thing she can do is be honest. Hope he sees how futile a line of pursuit this is. Because she could imagine letting him into her bed, and not just to curl up with him. She could imagine sharing more than she already has. And invariably, when Anakin slips out one night and doesn’t come back, it’s going to kill her.

By virtue of the ridiculous length of his arms, even if she’s pressed against parts of him, she still manages to turn without elbowing him in the sternum. Her hands leave the wood for only a brief moment before she returns to clutch them in desperate need of moral support. She forces a slight smile as she leans back a little, not realising that she would be so close. That she could see every freckle, that little mole that lives on the corner of his full lower lip. Had she noticed before how deep-set his eyes were, even with the shadows pooled beneath them? Pupils dilated drawing even more attention to that particular shade of blue. Makes it all so hard to find neutral ground to focus on. So she picks that tiny scar that bisects his brow, and reminds her to ask him how he got it, though she’s about a thousand percent sure it’s one of his dozens and dozens of tragic, heart-wrenching stories.

“Lizahd King finally returns. T’ought mebbe ya got lost.” she says, pleased that her voice sounds mostly normal. Her smile becomes something a touch more genuine.

She presses her lips together and slicks them at the same time, making a tiny sound as her tongue retreats back behind her teeth. “Probably no gonna come as one big surprise t’ ya when I say...yes. An’ no. Look, don’ get me wrong. I love dat we have dis...hundred-clowns-in-a-Volkswagen kine of closeness. An’ I t’ink ya so amazing. So special. But firs’ of all… consider how much older I am. Five years may not seem like a huge deal, but it is. And den dere’s da fact dat in so many ways, I’m becoming ya mentor, is my job t’ teach ya da kine ya gonna need in da long run. An’ I would hate t’ have ya feel like I was some how takin’ advantage of ya.”

She swallows and moves her gaze down, to meet his own. “I’d be lyin’ if I said I nevah t’ought about it since dat one night. Dat I nevah had one dream about you...dat way, an’ felt ashame d’ nex’ morning. I jus’ dunno if...I’m wha’ ya need, wha’ ya want. If ya in a position t’ be wha’ I want an’ need.” It’s so hard to find the words when everything she wants to say seems to go right out of her mind even as she’s trying to get them out. “I knew da minute I saw you dat you were somet’ing special. An’ a part of me has tried t’ protect ya evah since. I worry when ya come home late. When ya don’ come a’ all. I worry dat ya gonna run into someone dat don’ got ya bes’ interest a’ heart, an’ is gonna use you. Make you feel worse about yaself dan ya sometimes do, dat dey gonna hurt you, break your heart, all kinds of bad stuff.”

One hand timorously leaves its perch to come and rest on his cheek. “Guess wha’ I am tryin’ t’ say is… I would. If you asked. If it jus’ happened. But not on purpose, not because I had any ulterior motive oddah dan da fact dat I...care about you so much. And maybe dat’s why I try ignore it. Try ignore you. Sometimes, is real hard t’ do dat. Especially when I can all but taste ya throat between my teeth. Feel ya hands on my skin. Which is why, mebbe, you should ge’ some sleep, yeah?”

#Mahalo!Ani <333 #Like a Sad Hallucination|Anakin Skywalker #Like a Memory in Motion|Anakin and Beth #The Trunk You Kept Your Life In|Mage the Ascension #Crescent City Blues|NOLA AU #mynameisanakin

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orchidsandstardust · 6 years ago

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Sylandra and Lai’ju

Sylandra, Sin'dorei Rogue of the Horde, grumbled to herself as she sat in the Wyvern's Tail. There was never anyone worth her time in this place. Or at least, that's what she was thinking until she saw the troll enter. She was tall, over seven feet, with a bright shock of pink hair, and eyes to match. Her tusks poked out from her lips, and what looked like soft, blue fur ran over her body. Immediately, Syl was intrigued. She so rarely saw such lovely trolls in here alone. They usually had males hanging all over them.

Lai'ju, Darkspear hunter and animal tamer, only wanted a drink. As she walked up to the counter, she could feel several pairs of eyes on her, though she knew why the trolls at least kept their distance. They could smell what was different about her. Trolls were known to have a great sense of smell, and among them, she didn't smell female. Of course, the other races didn't know that, so they watched her. As she leaned against the counter, a goblin called her “sugar” and asked to buy her a drink. She said yes, because she was always happy to not have to pay for a drink, though she wasn't going to give him what he was hoping for. She never did. Every time she took a man to bed, they were always angry when they found out what she was packing.

In the corner under the stairs, Sylandra watched the pretty troll, watched several men take turns buying her drinks, watched her deftly turn away their advances while accepting the drinks. Before long, the troll was definitely drunk, and it was Syl's time to strike. Standing tall, she stretched out her curvy frame, then sashayed her way up to the bar, brushing through the men toward the pretty troll.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen! Can't you see that this woman is entirely sloshed? Back off and let her breathe, would you?” Syl made sure her voice sounded gentle and kind, and she pushed her way to stand next to the troll, standing up on her toes to speak to the woman. “What's your name, love? You've had quite a lot to drink, and I'd hate for one of these men to take advantage of you.”

“Oh...tank ya, elfie. I be Lai...uh...Lai'ju! Yeah, dat's mah name.” Lai giggled a little at being unable to recall her name for a moment. The elf smiled up at her and took her hand, pulling her away from the bar. “But wait...was gonna drink more.”

“Sweetheart, you've had quite enough. You'll get yourself sick this way.” The elf was so gentle, so kind, it was nice to have someone treating her so sweetly. “I'm Sylandra, by the way, but you can call me Syl. And it's okay if you forget. You are drunk, after all.”

“M'not dat drunk,” Lai'ju argued, just before she let loose a rather loud belch. A sweet little blush crept into her cheeks at that, then she nodded and let the elfie lead her outside.

Once they hit the cool night air, Lai'ju's head cleared a little, though still not quite enough to get herself home, or really anywhere. It was nice to have another woman looking after her, especially an elf! They almost never wanted to help trolls.

Of course, Sylandra was only seeming to help the troll, as she led her by the hand through Orgrimmar. This is why she'd waited for the troll to be drunk. She was so willing to just be led away, trusting that a woman would have her best interest at heart. She was so wrong. Syl led the woman down into the bowels of the city, where no one ever came, where the only light was the hot, flowing lava. That was when Lai'ju started to question where they were going, but Syl assured her it was just a shortcut, and the woman nodded. She was so trusting...

Right up until Sylandra shoved her behind a big rock, pinning her to the wall, and crushing her mouth against her, a force kiss. Lai'ju was stunned for a moment, but then she growled, just like any troll woman would. Sylandra was ready for a fight, though. Troll women always fought back, but Syl always won. She grabbed the woman's wrists, holding them in one hand, and slipped her other hand down the front of Lai'ju's pants.

Then it was the elf's turned to be stunned. This troll woman had a cock! Long and flaccid still, resting against her thigh, with two heavy, full balls underneath. Syl froze. She didn't want that! She pulled her hand back quickly, wrinkling her nose and making a sound of disgust.

“What? You have a cock? What the fuck? But you're so beautiful!” She had let go of the troll entirely. That was her mistake, because Lai'ju took Syl's moment of confusion to strike. She grabbed the elf by the shoulders, spun her around, and shoved her back against the wall, trading their places. One of the troll's hands slipped around the elf's neck, holding her in place as her pink eyes shone with hurt, anger, and surprise.

“Yeah, I got a cock. Got me a sack o' balls, too. An' ya know what, pretteh elfie? Dey's jus' as beautiful as da res' o' me, an' now ya gonna see dat up close.” Sylandra's eyes went wide as she realized her own attempted rape was being turned around on her. Lai'ju was pissed. How dare this bitch try to forced herself on her, then get disgusted by what she found in her pants? Well, she'd teach the pretty little elf a lesson, then. She moved her hand from the woman pale neck, reaching up to grab her dark, black hair, and used it to force the woman to her knees. Her other hand undid her belt and pants, and let her thick cock fall out, slapping the elfie in the face, right across the cheek as it did so. “Ya used dat bitchy mout' ta talk shit 'bout mah cock. Now ya gonna use it ta make mah cock feel good. Do a good job, an' I won' rip ya throa' out wit mah tusks.”

“Oh no! Oh fuck no! I've never even tried that! AH! That hurts!” Sylandra had tried to argue, but Lai'ju wasn't having it. She'd yanked on the elf's hair and pushed the cock into her face again, giving her no choice. Just the touch of the Sin'dorei's soft cheek was starting to get her cock hard. It had been so long since she'd had anyone else even touch her!

The thick mushroom head of Lai'ju's cock pressed against the elf's lips over and over, and she used her other hand to grab the woman's nose, holding it closed so she'd have no choice but to open her mouth. It took a minute or so, but it worked, and as soon as Sylnadra opened her mouth to breathe, Lai'ju shoved her quickly hardening cock into the woman's mouth, gently humping her face, little grunts of pleasure coming from her throat.

“Ooooh fuck, yeah. Ya mout' feel so good, elfie. Nice an' wet an' hot. Now use ya tongue, yeah? Make me feel good.”

Sylandra whimpered and tried to squirm away, but any time she moved, Lai'ju's hand in her hair held her in place. Her hands tried to push at the troll's legs, but even drunk, Lai'ju was stronger. And with her cock in a sweet elfie mouth, the troll was sobering up quickly.

Unable to get away, Syl realized she'd have to do as she was told, if only to make the troll cum quickly so she could leave. So she did as she was told, using her tongue, running it along the underside of Lai'ju's cock, and even sealing her lips and sucking as more of that cock was shoved into her mouth. Lai'ju had reached peak hardness quickly, and she was thrusting quicker and quicker into Syl's mouth, both hands tangled in that long, black hair. For now, though, she was careful not to choke the elf, since the woman had never sucked a cock before. There was no way she'd be able to deepthroat Lai'ju's thick member.

But that wasn't needed anyway. As it had been so very long, Lai'ju could feel herself reaching her climax quickly, much quicker than she'd like, but it felt so good! Her hips rocked back and forth quickly, driving her cock in and out of the elf's tight, hot, little mouth, and that tongue! Oh, that sweet little tongue kept hitting that spot just under the head of her cock that made her melt!

“Fuck! Ge' readeh, elfie! Here...I...cum!” With a loud moan, and one final, hard thrust, Lai'ju let loose a torrent of sweet, creamy cum into the elf's mouth. Poor Syl sputtered and coughed, trying not to choke, but with her head held in place, she was forced to either swallow, or lose her air. So she swallowed. Surprisingly, it didn't taste as horrible as she suspected. If anything, it tasted like any woman's cum, and ever the lesbian, Sylandra found herself eagerly lapping up the stuff. Even when Lai'ju pulled back, Syl kept her mouth open, panting for breath, tongue hanging out to catch the delicious cream, though Lai'ju used one hand to pump her cock, sending several long strands of her cum across the elf's pretty face, painting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose white.

Sylandra reached up with one hand to wipe her face, expecting to be finished now, but the troll knocked her hand away, making her leave the cum splattered all over her. That was when Syl realized Lai'ju was still hard as granite. She'd heard troll men could cum several times during one session, thanks to their regeneration and natural stamina, but it hadn't occurred to her that this woman would be the same. Looking up at those pretty pink eyes, Syl licked her lips, waiting to see what the troll wanted next. Given how delicious that sweet cream had been, she was willing at least to suck her off again.

“Mmm...didja like dat, elfie? Ya seemed ta get inta it dere at de end.” Lai'ju was grinning, running her hand through Syl's black locks, petting her like a prized pet. Another surprise for the elf was that she actually kind of liked it. Who would have thought having the tables turned on her like this would be so...enjoyable?

“Well, you tasted a lot better than I expected, so I can't complain too much,” she replied with a little smirk on her lips. This time when she brought a hand up, she used one finger to gently wipe a little of the cum from her cheek and bring it to her lips, sucking her finger and humming softly at the taste. She could see a pulse go through the troll's cock in response.

“Get up an' take ya pants off. I'm gonna fuck ya little elfie pusseh now.” Lai'ju's tone brooked no argument, and at this point, Syl wasn't sure she wanted to argue. Getting up quickly, she wiggled her voluptuous hips as she scooted her leggings down her legs, stepping out of them and letting them fall to the floor.

Lai'ju had never been with a woman before. She'd never even considered taking a woman as a lover! But with as forward as this elf had been, it became a possibility, and now she couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have a hot, tight cunt around her cock. Precum oozed from her slit as she watched Syl's plump breasts bounce as she wiggled out of her pants.

“Take ya shirt off, too. Get naked for me.” Another order. How had Lai'ju never realized how lovely a woman's body was? Or maybe it was just this curvy little elf? Well, she'd see how much she liked Sylandra, then go from there. Who knew? Maybe this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life. And as the elf obeyed, pulled her shirt over her head and letting it fall away, Lai'ju could feel a fresh surge of desire run through her. The sight of those pretty pink nipples had her wanting a taste.

For fairness' sake, the troll pulled off her own shirt as well, her pants having fallen around her ankles ages ago. Her own pretty, blue breasts were just as impressive as her cock, and as soon as she caught sight of them, Sylandra's hands were on them, squeezing and groping, her soft lips and tongue tasting those hard troll nipples.

Lai'ju groaned as waves of pleasure rolled through her, another gift from that elf's mouth. She grabbed Syl's hips and lifted her up, pushing her against the rock wall to help hold her, making her yelp a little in surprise. The troll's stiff prick bobbed in the air, the oozing tip brushing against Syl's pretty elven petals. Neither of them were surprised by now that Syl was wet and ready.

“I've never been with a man before,” Syl confessed, her eyes down on the cock that had so recently invaded her mouth.

“Good ting I ain't no man,” Lai'ju responded, a smirk on her face. “Guide me in. Ya know ya want to, elfie.”

Swallowing a little in nervousness, Sylandra reached down with one slender hand and gently lined up the head of the troll cock with her slick entrance. As soon as she was in position, Lai'ju's hips pistoned forward, humping and thrusting of their own accord. Her body was responding instinctively to the heat of Sylandra's cunt, eager for something she'd never felt, but always craved.

Both women moaned aloud with that first sweet thrust, Syl's tight pussy squeezing around Lai'ju's cock. It was something new for them both, and so, so wonderful. The elf's hands moved to Lai'ju's back, her nails digging in to the woman's soft skin, petting the velvety fur along the troll's hide. At the little bite of pain, Lai'ju grunted and leaned her head down, pressing the tips of her little tusks pressing into Syl's neck, trading pain for pain as her hips rocked and thrust faster and faster.

It wasn't long before Sylandra's tight little cunny was dripping, her sweet juices dripping down that thick cock inside her, coating Lai'ju's heavy sack in sticky, sweet girl cum as she reached her first orgasm. Lai'ju was shocked when she felt the elf shuddering in her grip, and she gasped as that already tight canal squeezed around her cock, a feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. “Fuck, elfie. Keep goin' like dat...an' ya gonna make me cum again. Is dat watcha wan' elfie?” Lai'ju's voice growled into the elf's ear as Syl cried out and moaned through her orgasm. “Ya wan' me ta fill ya up and breed ya, babeh? Dat's what I'm gonna do. Gonna breed dat tight little elf cunt!”

Sylandra's legs tightened around the troll's waist, her hips bucking, her moans growing louder at her words. It seemed she did like the idea, after all. Just thinking about it made Lai'ju growl, picking up her pace, rutting into the elf's sloppy wet cunt with an eager squelching sound. Unable to help herself, the troll bit into her little elf's shoulder, breaking the soft, pale skin, sending rivulets of blood dripping down the woman's chest, her tongue lapping up and tasting it as her cock throbbed deep within Sylandra.

Surprising to both of them was just how much the elf was enjoying herself, even with the pain of the troll's bite. She screamed in pleasure, her hands moving to grope and tease Lai'ju's breasts, finding those sweet troll nipples and pinching them softly, rolling them between her fingers. She was gasping, panting for breath between cries of joy, her back pressed to the rock wall as she felt herself stretched further than ever before, and so sweetly filled up.

“Yes...fucking troll, please! I want you to cum inside me! Do it! Breed me!” Had she really just said that? It would seem she had. She wanted to feel what this troll could do to her, wanted to know what came next.

Of course, Lai'ju obliged, growling and roaring as her cock throbbed and exploded deep inside the elf's pussy, rope after rope of virile seed planting itself in Sylandra's womb. Her claws dug into the elf's hips, leaving bleeding claw marks as she held on tight through her orgasm.

The deep, troll growl continued as she huffed and panted for breath, resting her head against the rock wall behind the elf, pinning Syl between herself and the stone, still twitching inside her. “Fuck...oh, ya be a naughteh little elfie, huh? Ya like dis troll claimin' ya like dis? What happens if I getcha pregnant. Ya gonna carreh my child, Syl?”

The elf seemed to freeze in place. She hadn't thought this through all the way, apparently. Turning her head, she nibbled on Lai'ju's ear, and finally spoke. “Keep fucking me like that, and I'll carry as many children as you want, Lai'ju.”

At that, the troll grinned and ran her long tongue up and along the elf's neck, purring into her ear. “I can do dat,” she said, though she slowly pulled her still stiff prick from Syl's cunt. “I tink dere be one more ting I wanna do witcha, elfie. Slut like you, gonna be likin' it, too.”

Without any more warning than that, Lai'ju pulled Sylandra away from the wall and tossed her onto the ground, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. Syl looked back over her shoulder and grinned, wiggling her hips at the troll. “Go on, give it to me, Lai'ju.”

Lining herself up, Lai'ju nudged and prodded at the entrance of the elf's tight pussy, but then she pulled away. A little whimper left the elf, but then Lai'ju was lining up the head of her cock with the even tighter asshole she now had better access to. Before Sylandra could protest, the troll pressed the big head of her cock into that tight pucker, forcing herself past the ring of muscle there, and into the elf's hidden depths.

Syl could only groan and whimper at the pain, her toes curling a little. It hurt! Practically burned! And yet...she wanted more! She wanted the troll to take her ass, to fuck her wild, and Lai'ju was sure to do just that. For now, though, she went slow, pressing herself further and further into Syl's ass, letting her adjust to her girth as she bent over the elf's back, playing sweet little kisses down her spine.

“Dat's a good elfie. Take my big ol' cock in ya ass. Ya like dat? I betcha do, ya naughteh little elfie. Tell me how much ya like it, yeah?”

“FUCK!!! It hurts, Lai'ju! It hurts! But don't....ah! Don't fucking stop!” Despite the pain, Sylandra was pushing her hips back, eager to feel the troll hilted inside her again. She moaned aloud as she was finally given that, her sweet ass full of troll cock, Lai'ju's hand wrapped up in her hair, pulling her head back.

“Dat's right. Ya be lovin' my cock now, huh, Sylandra? Dat's a good elfie! Enjoy dis troll cock fuckin' ya ass, an' maybe I cum again for ya, yeah? Ya wan' me ta cum all ovah ya pretteh face?” Lai'ju was moving her hips again, slipping in and out of the elf's ass with a groan of pleasure, her own eyes rolling back in her head.

“Yes...please, Lai'ju...please! Cum for me again! I want to be covered in your sweet cum!” Sylandra was screaming her words, the pain in her ass finally fading into pleasure, her hips bucking wildly as the troll picked up her pace again, truly fucking her ass.

The steady slap of their hips connecting filled the cavern over and over. Their mingled moans and cried of pleasure barely drowning out the noise of their rough fucking. It wasn't long again before Lai'ju felt the elf squeezing down around her cock again, making her gasp and buck hard into her ass. That tightness, as well as the sound of Sylandra's loud moans of ecstasy pushed Lai'ju closer and closer to another climax of her own.

Growling, she pulled her cock out of Syl, then rolled the elf over, the woman still lost in the throes of her orgasm. Lai'ju's hand quickly pumped at her cock, pushing herself over the edge with another loud roar. Her heavy balls tightened up against her body, and she shot her sweet, creamy cum over her elf, painting her face, her chest, her stomach, and even her sweet little pussy with white.

Feeling the warm cum hitting her skin, Sylandra opened her mouth for another taste, her tongue hanging out as she moaned happily, her body writhing a little as she came down from her climax, losing herself in sweet afterglow. The troll simply collapsed, huffing and panting heavily, stretching her body out on the cool stone floor.

Together they simply lay there for a long while, catching their breath and grinning like mad. Rolling onto her side, Lai'ju reached over and ran her hand along the elf's body, rubbing her own cum into Syl's skin as she gently groped her breasts, then rubbed over her belly.

“So ya be likin' mah cock aftah all, huh? An' ya like bein' filled up wit mah cum. I tink I gonna make ya mine, Sylandra. Make ya my little elfie mate. Breed ya ovah an' ovah. I'd like ta see dis belleh full o' mah child.”

Still recovering a little, Sylandra nodded her head, grinning up at the troll. She had never been fucked like that before, and even if the night hadn't gone how she'd planned, she was thrilled with how it had turned out.

“I'll be yours, Lai'ju,” Syl said, opening her eyes to look up at the troll. “I'll be yours, if you'll be mine.”

[The End?]

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seriouslysoulsearching-blog · 7 years ago

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I’ve been so, so busy

The whole month of January has practically gone by and I haven’t posted anything! Day shift at work is VERY consuming. The pace is SO different from nights. The first week or two of working days I felt like my head was spinning from trying to keep up with all the buzz of day shift and trying to learn new stuff. Not to mention waking up at 5 in the morning--ugh! I feel like crap every morning I wake up. I just zombie through the first hour and a half until I get onto the floor. However, once the day starts, I hit the ground running. I don’t feel tired during the day because there’s literally any time to sit. When I come home, I’m WIPED. Days has a whole different pace because there’s more daily meds to be given, discharges/admissions happen more frequently, report to the NPs, talking to the patient’s and their families. It’s A LOT but I’m still liking it. I feel so incredibly grateful to be working on the unit that I do. The floor itself is interesting because it’s trauma. It’s not boring as shit like a general med-surg floor would be. It’s a smaller unit and the patients still share 2 to a room and the floor is sectioned off in pods so all my patients are in the same area (i.e: I’m not running all over the place) And most importantly, the staff are WONDERFUL people. So open to giving help and teaching me when I ask questions/ask for assistance. They are so friendly and so nice. Even though I enjoyed nights, I’m going to officially work for days. My manager approached me two or so weeks ago and told me that I would have the option to choose what shift I would work once orientation ends (which is Feb 4th--two weeks away!!???!?!) since there are people leaving on both shifts. I was a little undecided for a few days, but I was sold working for days when I was able to actually be productive on my days off--such as: running errands, seeing friends, or simply having time to myself. I’ve even gone out after work a few times to meet up with friends.

Which brings me to my next point I wanted to mention, I’ve been feeling more up to socializing than I have in a really long time. And most importantly, I finally feel like I’m beginning to be more like myself again. I feel lighter in the sense that my mind is less heavy. Don’t get me wrong, my anxiety is prevalent on the regular, but I’m laughing more sincerely--I mean like good belly laughs, almost crying. I’m getting along SO much better with my mom--I’m able to practice more patience with her. I don’t know if that’s because it’s a good week for me or that’s how it’ll hopefully move forward with my mom. I think now that she see’s me working and making a living, she’s giving me more space/ given me more respect. Which is nice but I should have been getting that regardless. I DIGRESS. Back to my point. I’ve been socializing more as of late. My old friend Jack texted me earlier this week inviting me to see his band play at a place in Philly. He said Cate, Zayna, Jess were going and that after his gig they were just gonna drink afterwards at that bar. I had work that night but I told him I’d come afterwards. I figured I hadn’t seen my old high school friends in quite some time and it would be a great setting to meet up with them--and I was exactly right, I had a ton of fun with them. I felt like I always say I want to hang out with that group when they’re hanging/ say I want to see Jack play, but never follow through. But on Thursday night, I followed through and had a good time. I brought a change of clothes with me to work, got changed and cleaned up in the staff locker room, and pushed through the sleepiness. I’m glad I did! Cate is my true connection left to that group. Well, actually, Zayna will always be my bud too, we’ve always been so comfortable with each other and every time we see each other we leave off right were we left it. Anyway, I’m just proud I followed through this time. THEN, Friday night (yesterday), I met up with Lindsay. I texted her last weekend out of the blue and asked if she wanted to get drinks in the city. I wanted to see her new apartment and catch up. I feel like now that I’m single and working, when I do have time off, I want to be more proactive. I had a GREAT time with her as well. Our conversation was so fun. Considering we’ve known each other since we were three, we’ve had a natural connection, so that too felt really natural. I wasn’t feeling anxious leading up to it or during, which was a concern of mine. Anyway, we walked to a pub called Dandelion a few blocks away from her apartment in rittenhouse. I loved the atmosphere of the place it was so cozy, so packed, and really reminded me of pubs in Ireland. I love that Lindsay is at a point in her life where she’s just so free in terms of like, interacting with guys. Like when were signing the check at the pub, she put her phone number down on the receipt of our cute waiter! Like that is bold! I’d wuss out of doing that. I definitely want to keep going out with her because she’s single like me and just down to have a good time. And I really need that right now. We were joking our goal of the night was for each of us to make out with a guy that night (it didn’t happen, but the night was still great) Then after the pub, we stopped by her apartment to put my leftovers in the fridge. We were sitting and talking on her couch, and I was getting all comfy thinking I’d be ready for bed and even mentioned possibly just taking the patco back home, and Lindsay was like “it’s not even midnight yet. c’mon kait you said we had to find guys that we were gonna make out with. lets go to this bar right down the block for a drink” and I was like welllll I kinda wanna sleep and she didn’t take no for an answer she replied with something along the lines of “cmon lets just go to this bar and we could order water and go home after that” And I couldn’t say no to that! I grabbed my coat and off we went. When we first got to the bar, it was kind of empty. We grabbed a seat at the bar and got chatting with these two super attractive bartenders (we later figure out the one is engaged--sigh--but he was really cool to talk with regardless) We ended up staying there until 3 in the morning hahaha. When we got back to her apartment, we munched on my cold leftover fries and fell asleep in her bed. It was SUCH a good night. She’s such a good balance for me. Lindsay has always been the bossy type and in this situation, it was beneficial! I’m glad she pushed me to get my coat on.

Another major thing: I BOUGHT A CAR TODAY!!! Actually, funny story leading up to that, I woke up at 7:30 this morning (that’s right, I only slept for like, 3 1/2 hours) to make sure everything was lined up so I could get my car today. It was before nine when I got on the Patco. 15th/16th station wasn’t all that busy so I didn’t really think much that when I went underground and got onto the train (which I watched come in, btw) it was empty. The train doors close and the lights turn off. I’m like “hm okay, they’ll come back on in a second, I know sometimes they flicker” well, THEY DIDN’T. And then I noticed it didn’t stop at 12/13th st, or 9th/10th, the train would just blow through them. By 8th and market stop I came to the full realization that I’m on an empty, out of service train! I was underground and had no phone service. My next though was, well WHO am I going to call?? Would I just end up going all the way to lindenwold to the service station and have to bang on the heavy metal train doors until someone saw me?? To be fair, I stayed REALLY calm through this. I realized how comical it was from the getco. So because I stayed calmed, I was able to think about finding a number to called based on remembering there was a sing on train I read every time I take it which says something along the lines of “if you see suspicious behavio , call this number” And it turned out being helpful! The patco police number was on that sig! Once the bridge was crossing over the river, I was able to get service again, and I knew once I’d get back on the jersey side my service would drop for the first few stops since they’re also under ground. So as soon as I saw that 4G icon pop up on my phone, I called the patco police and was like “um hi hello I’m a passenger on a train and I don’t think they know I’m on it because the lights are out and they haven’t stopped at any of the stops yet” hahah sucha funny phone call to make. And they were like, well what train are you on/which direction/what stop do you need to get off on/we’ll contact them/we’ll call you back (in gist) Welp, turns out, it was an express train that was running today for the women’s march that was goin exclusively to and from 15th street stop to collingswood. WHOOPS. Hahaha. Makes for a great story and I got plenty of laughs out of it today. And I managed to make other people laugh while telling it. It was a fun mini adventure to have while mildly hungover.

I’m going have to finish talking about my day today tomorrow. I have work in the morning and it’s almost 10:30. I NEED SLEEEEEP so tired. Especially from today. So exhausting! I did so much running around. As soon as I got off the patco, I was calling the car dealership about faxing stuff over to my credit union in order to secure the loan. The loan office was only open til 1 today so I had a time crunch. By the time the dealership sent over the proof of purcahse papers to the credit union, it was 11. And I called twice in the morning and couldn’t reach anyone. So I decided to drive over there myself to hopefully speed up the process of getting that check from the credit union. I get to the office building around 11:45 and the woman was like “well, I may not be able to process it today because there’s another person who I was gonna do the car loan paperwork and I may not be able to do yours before 1 today” blah blah blah. But I was like “welp, I’m just gonna sit here” and sure enough, I got helped on. While waiting for the loan person to get all my paper work ready for me to sign, I had to call the insurance company and open up my own policy. And I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. Honestly this whole process of buying a car, I’ve basically followed my mom’s suggestions (she’s more informed) but I have like barely a fucking clue about the interest rate, car insurance, and loan shit. My brain was FRIED. Not to mention, I was moderately hung over, and hadn’t gone home yet. So it’s like 1 PM by the time I sign my loan paperwork and get the check, and I’m STILL wearing my outfit from last night, with the make up I didn’t wash off my face from the night before, smelling like B.O. So I quickly race home, shower off my hang over, and shove my face with food because I hadn’t eaten at all at that point. Then around 2:30, I headed down to the car dealer with my mom to pick up my car. That shit took almost two or so hours to get done as well. I was so eager just to get the fuck out of there. Doing this whole adult thing is fucking exhausting. I was running around ALL day today for this fucking car purchase. It was damn worth it though because I absolutely love my new car. I love love love it. Every thing about it. I feel so comfortable driving in it. I enjoy being higher up off the ground--I can see so much more.

Okay so I said I was gonna go to bed but ended up writing all that so now I REALLY need to stop typing and get some sleep because it’s almost 10:45 and I’ve gotta be up sooner than I’d like. It’s kinda funny that everything I wrote is basically from this past week. It goes to show how much goes on on the day-to-day. I still have to talk about that date I had with a guy named Dan and my current feelings about looking for guys. But for now...zzzzzzz

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