#the timeline is messed up ya'll

[tpchicken7]

Why I think Radovid will unintentionally betray Jaskier: a dissertation by me.

First off, I think Radovid has big dreams. I think he believes he is more clever than all of the Redanian Intelligence, his brother and anyone else he's ever met, EXCEPT Jaskier. I think this is what draws him to Jaskier, because Jask sees the world differently, creatively, and he sees the good in people. I think Radovid finally thinks someone is looking at him and seeing him and not the second son of a king.

(More under the cut because I get long winded and not everyone enjoys speculation. I also tend to be wrong, so manage your expectations!)

But Radovid has big plans. I think they include overthrowing his brother, Dijkstra and Phillipia. I feel like he thinks he can do this and then rule and live with Jaskier at court, happily ever after and he's going to do this with the help of Nilfgaard. He gives the White Flame what he wants, Ciri, and Nilfgaard leaves him and Redania alone. Problem solved.

Which is why I think after their tryst in the barn, Radovid will tell Jaskier he has to go back to the party and leave. Yet, when Jask leaves the barn he's going to have a face full of Nilfgaardian soldiers. I'm going with the Nilfgaard army rather than some of our other bad guys simply because of the scenes from the pt2 trailer of Geralt fighting Nilfgaard at some sort of caravan and Jaskier is def. there to the right in a few shots. Whether good old fire fingers and/or Cahir are there is possible, but unknown.

I think Nilfgaard will try and use Jaskier to draw out Ciri, but I don't think it'll work, and I've detailed my reasons in another post and linked them here.

As Nilfgaard threatens Jaskier's physical well-being, I think Radovid will reveal himself and defend Jaskier, claiming hurting the bard was not part of the deal. I think at this point Jaskier is going to feel obviously betrayed, and Radovid will insist he is doing this for both of them. I think they separate with things unresolved, because Jaskier will obviously be angry and Radovid will be defensive.

Cue everything else that's going to happen at Aretuza before Geralt, Yen and Ciri make 3 separate disappearances.

In the books, Dandelion gets help from King Visimir with an escort that leads him (most of the way) to Brokilon Forest. I wouldn't be surprised to see a similar scene, except Radovid is now the King and Jaskier petitions him to secure safe travel. Radovid will agree to smooth things over, because he still loves Jaskier, and he'll also still need Ciri to continue securing his thrown. The best way to find her would be to send Jaskier to Geralt.

It's mostly speculation, but IMO, I think this is the best-case scenario. It would avoid a "bury your gays" or "death for man-pain" plot. It would allow there still to be angst and longing between them, while staying closer to the source material stories, but not making Radovid a mustache twirling evil guy.

What do you think? Am I way off base or right on?

[skellebonez]

Ya'll, I have discovered Campfire Writer and it has changed my fucking life as a writer. I am never going back to any other program I have tried again (except StimuWrite, but that's because wordsprints in that make my brain go brrrr).

I have been looking for ages for a cross device program I can have on my computer and phone that won't mess up formatting, and this delivers. BUT IT ALSO HAS SO MUCH EXTRA SHIT.

Dashboard of a quick project overview.

Character profiles.

Location and item profiles.

Research tab.

MAPS.

Relationship mapping.

Tabs for magic, species, languages, religion, anything you can think of for complex world building.

A BUILT IN TIMELINE FEATURE.

And this thing is both FREE (with limitations but still) and has CUSTOMIZABLE THEMES?

Bruh. After trying yWriter, Novlr, ButterDocs, Scrivener, Lore Forge, and ZohoWriter (and even more I can't remember right now) to find a replacement for Google Docs... I am dropping all of them for THIS.

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part eleven

authors note: hi! i'm super sorry for the cliffhanger! i just have this thing where i need sections to be cohesive, and this chapter is much heavier than the previous, so i didn't wanna boggle ya'll down with all that angst!

i've also been thinking about the length of this story. currently, in terms of story timeline, we're at the very end of december 23', and i have ideas for up to may 24'. well, beyond that, but i don't want things to get stale, so i can end it around that time or keep it going? just curious because i don't want it to play out so long that it bores anyone. if that makes sense. just lmk.

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: angsttttt (parental neglect, abandonment, trauma) language, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, some fluff

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

words: 6.2k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @southerngirl41 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @wanderingreigns

You knew as soon as he walked in that something was up.

In getting to know Joe, you’d also learned that he was, surprisingly, on the quiet side. He spoke with you, of course, but you learned he leaned more towards introverted than extroverted. It was kind of sweet and pretty surprising. But, you’d also learned there was a difference between him being his sometimes quiet self and when something was off, and something was definitely off.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, or do I have to fuck it out of you?” He rolls his eyes, not even showing any excitement at the idea of fucking you. Yeah, something was definitely wrong. “Seriously, what’s up?”

He shrugs, playing it off clearly. “Just tired. Back to back matches.” 

That's when you realize what it is. “You’re hurt, aren’t you?” He shakes his head, dismissively, and you cross your arms. “Take your shirt off.”

“What?”

“Take it off, or I’ll climb your big ass and take it off myself.” Joe blows out a breath. He has to know you’re dead serious. So, wordlessly, he lifts his shirt over his head and turns around. 

You gasp almost immediately. “What the actual fuck?” Your hand reaches to touch him, but you stop yourself, knowing that his skin must be sensitive to the touch. His back is inflamed, red welts spread in different areas with a nasty bruise that looks like a borderline hematoma and other various cuts. 

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Shaking your head, you point to your room. “Go sit and wait for me on the bed.” He opens his mouth, and you lift a finger. “I don’t want to hear it. Get in there now.”

Surprisingly, he follows suit, and you start to move about, gathering the necessary supplies. Along the way, you experience a plethora of emotions but mostly bounce back and forth between irritation and concern. 

You’re irritated that he didn’t just come out and say that he was hurt. You’re also concerned because he’s obviously in pain, and that bothers you. He doesn’t have to be, he didn’t have to be if he just said something. 

Stubborn asshole. 

With everything needed and placed in a cloth bag, you walk into your room and stretch your hand out to him. “Take this.”

Joe looks down at your open palm with a single pink pill. “What the hell is it?”

“Coke,” you answer with a straight face. Rolling your eyes, you answer, “Benadryl. It’ll help with the inflammation of the welts.”

“It’ll also knock me out.”

“We’ll we’re obviously not fucking with your back all messed up, so what else are you going to do?”

“Who said we can’t fuck?”

You sigh. “Joe, if you don’t just take this goddamn pill. With your size, you probably should take two, but I’m trying to be nice by only giving you one, so accept my kindness and swallow this damn pill or I’ll shove it down your throat.” 

He sucks his teeth but also takes the pill from you followed by the water bottle tucked under your arm. “You’re a terrible nurse.”

“And you’re an awful patient. At least we’re both on the same page.” You wait for him to swallow it before taking the bottle from him. “Good, now lay on your stomach.”

He lifts his brow, asking, “why?”

“Oh my god, you’re as bad as my students.” Men when they’re sick or not feeling well are a special kind of torture you’re not sure why exactly you’re subjecting yourself to right now. “Just do it, please. I’m trying to help you here.”

He just looks at you, as if he has something else to say, probably so. But, he surprises you by staying silent and following your instructions. 

Pleased, you climb on top of him, sitting on his ass to avoid irritating his already sensitive skin. “Okay, now this may hurt a little bit at first—”

He makes a sound underneath you. “Can’t hurt anymore than it already does.”

“If you had said something sooner, I could have helped you before now,” you scold, dropping the bag on the bed beside ya’ll. Men and their tendency to downplay pain will never cease to amaze you. The minute you start getting hit with cramps, you pop an ibuprofen.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“You’re in pain. That’s always a big deal.” Pulling out the ointment, you dab enough to your hand and start carefully massaging it into the welts. He hisses at your touch and you murmur an apology but don’t stop. It’s short term discomfort for long term benefits. 

“What is this?” He asks.

“Calamine lotion,” you answer, adding on. “I have hydrocortisone too, but my grandma always said calamine works just as well without getting into your bloodstream. Don’t know how true it is, but it always worked for me, so it’ll work for you.”

He chuckles. “She sounded fun.”

Instantly, a smile is on your face as you continue to treat him. “Always. Summers with her were always the highlight of my year.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and you continue to work the lotion into his skin. Once pleased with the application, you move on to the next part. “Alright, I’m gonna apply some cold compresses. You’ll probably be out in another 20 minutes, so just leave em’ on, and I’ll come change em’ out while you’re sleeping.”

When he doesn’t push back, you pull the compresses out of your bag and strategically place them on different areas of his back to maximize the comfort. Once finished, you climb off of him and go to close up the blinds and curtains. “Alright, get some rest.” 

You’re at the doorway when he says your name. “Yeah?”

A slight delay before he says, genuinely, “thank you.” 

There’s something meaningful beyond just the obvious, and it brings a small smile to your face. Not that he can see that. So you settle on, “of course. You’re no good to me if you can’t fuck me.”

He laughs, loudly. “Shut up.”

Smile widening, you close the door.  ________

Joe finds you a couple hours later in the kitchen, but it’s the state of you that gives him a pause and brings a smile to his face.

You’re dancing around, clad in one of his shirts and short shorts that your ass swallows up. Brief glimpses of your side profile reveal that you’re singing too, just in a low enough voice, probably not to disturb you. 

He doesn’t know the specific song, but the voice is familiar enough for him to know it’s Taylor Swift. That definitely surprises him, though it shouldn’t. You have a weird ass taste in music to where he’s found you in the shower listening to some random rock song, other times, it was throwback R&B.

You were just so….different from anyone he’s ever known. 

It’s one of the many reasons he’s so enamored with you.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

It’s when you turn around, mid bite on a cookie that you finally notice his presence, smiling. “Hey. You’re up.”

“I am.” He nods, walking over to you. He gestures around the kitchen. “What is all this?” 

You finish chewing and swallow before directing Alexa to pause the music. “Well, I finished my lesson planning and was bored, so I decided to bake. But then I got hungry for actual food, so I ordered takeout.”

“And the music?”

You shrug, taking another bite of your cookie. “I like the song. Don’t worry, it’s the only Taylor Swift song allowed in this African American household.”

He laughs and moves past you when you take the chance to assess his back, immediately noticing how the swelling and redness have decreased. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” he answers, moving to the cartons, seeing that you made sure to order his favorites as well. “Thanks again.”

Smirking, you climb on the island, locking your ankles together. “Not so terrible nurse after all then, huh?”

“Your bedside manners still suck.” 

“Shut up.” You watch him fix his food and when he gets ready to sit down on a bar stool, you hop off the counter, prompting, “come with me.”

“Where?”

“All these damn questions….” Grabbing a couple of cookies and placing them in a bowl, you find your sandals and slide them on your feet. “Just come on.”

“Let me at least put a shirt on.”

“Absolutely not. You need to let your skin breathe,” you lecture, taking him in, all of him. “Trust me, no one’s gonna see us, and even if they did, who the hell would complain about you being shirtless?”

Snatching the keys off the table, you open the door, allowing him to walk out first. You start to leave your door unlocked but decide against it. It’s an extremely safe town, but there’s always a first time for everything. 

Locking it, you motion for him to follow you up the two sets of steps until reaching the heavy door that you turn the knob left and then right in order to open it. Joe’s immediately hit with a nice breeze and diminishing sunlight as the evening sets in.

“Come on,” you usher him to follow you to your favorite spot, sitting down and patting down on the ground next to you.

Joe chuckles, following suit. “Seriously?”

You ignore him, pushing on his shoulder as he brings his plate in front of him to eat. “I like to come out here sometimes to just get away. Especially if I need to clear my head. My grandma used to always say the closer you are to Heaven, the clearer you can hear God’s voice.”

He just watches you, the way the wind blows at your curls, making them splash at your face. Everything about you has always been stunning to him, but in this moment where you sit so relaxed and unbothered, he’s never thought you looked more beautiful. 

“Plus, you obviously need to clear your head to bounce back from that ass whooping,” you snort, taking another bite of your cookie. One look at Joe’s scowl makes you giggle. “On one hand, it’s crazy to me you put your body through so much, but I also recognize your passion and dedication. So, I get it. I was an athlete too. Love of the game type shit.”

You can’t say that you would have ever continued to cheer if it left you the way Joe would come to you sometimes, but as someone who’s been in a similar situation, you understand it. And it’s so much more than just a job to him. It’s a legacy, in his bloodline. All he knows.

All he wants.

So, you support him.

You’ll always support him.

________

There’s the initial chaos that ensues in the minutes after your departure. Callie’s confusion. Joe’s confusion. Bianca’s utter confusion. And as Callie is right there, Joe can’t go immediately after you. He can’t and won’t leave her, so he does the best he can, offering apologies to Bianca and Co. before taking Callie and finding your mom who was catching up with an old friend in another part of the show.

He has some level of difficulty explaining what happened, other than the fact that you’d run off and he needed to find you. It’s really all of the information that he has to go off of, and when he’s finally able to get back to the apartment where he thinks you probably went. He's disappointed to find it empty. There’s brief moment of panic. 

Just where the hell would you go?

He pulls out his phone to check again if you’ll pick up, but it goes straight to voicemail. He then starts to call your mom to ask her if she had any idea where you would be when he thinks about what happened. You were upset, very much so. 

You needed to clear your head.

He knows exactly where you are.

On that same roof he sat on with you years prior is where Joe finds you, but what he doesn’t expect is the bottle of Hennessy that’s not only open but already halfway empty and sitting beside you. 

He doesn’t try to hide his presence and is unsurprised when you ask, “How’d you find me?” 

“Wasn’t that hard,” he answers. It wasn’t. He remembers almost everything you’ve ever told him about yourself, including how this spot has always been your place to escape.

Just what were you escaping from is what has him stumped.

“Sit down.” You pat the space beside you much harder than what’s necessary. He sighs and asks for a minute, pulling out the phone and stepping away to make a call.

Your mom answers on the third ring. “Did you find her?”

“Yeah,” Joe runs his hand over his face. “I got her, but….can you take Callie back to your place?”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

He looks over again at the bottle. “She’s drunk.”

“Drunk?” It sounds like she’s holding back a chuckle, like his words are humorous because everyone knows you don’t drink, and she says as such. “What do you mean she’s drunk? My child doesn’t even drink.”

“She did tonight” Joe’s eyes fall back over to you to see you still sitting, swaying slightly as if listening to music. There is no music. “And Callie doesn’t need to see her like this.” He especially knows you wouldn’t want her to see you like this. 

Your mom sighs, heavily, on the other end. “You’ll stay with her, right?”

“Of course.” That’s not even a question. “And once I get her settled, if Callie is still up—”

“Oh, she’ll be up. She can’t fall asleep unless she talks to you or her mama.” It feels like an inappropriate response, but there’s a small part of Joe that finds joy in this. He remembers when you mentioned to him before that Callie needed to see and/or speak to you before she could fall asleep, a sign of how closely bonded you two were. To be added to that category means everything to him. “Thank you, Joseph.”

He sees no need in being thanked but acknowledges your mom’s appreciation anyway. “Of course.” The call ends, and he brings his focus back to you. The first thing he does is take away the bottle of Henny.

You see this and instantly scowl. “You’re no fun.” 

He sits next to you, asking in a quiet voice, “what happened tonight, Y/N?” Joe is still utterly confused at all of this, your zero to one hundred change in demeanor. But, the fact that you resulted to drinking shows him just how heavy whatever it was has impacted you. “Talk to me.” 

You laugh, but there isn’t an ounce of humor. “God, where do I start?” Your eyes light up, as if realizing something. “Oooh. I know where.” You lean into his shoulder, whispering, “I’m the product of an affair.”

This piece of information definitely takes him by surprise.

He's noticed you've never talked about your father, and he's never asked. Obviously, it was a sensitive topic, that much he could garner. But now, he knows just why it was sensitive.

“I don't—I don't know exactly what happened between them. She’s never really talked about it, but I do remember when I was younger, maybe—maybe a couple years older than Callie, he was—he was at the house.” You swallow, and Joe can see the distance in your eyes, like you’re no longer sitting here beside him. But someplace else. “She told me to go to my room, but I snooped at the top of the steps. Don’t….don’t really remember everything that was said except that she was literally begging this man to have some type of relationship with me, and he refused.” You laugh suddenly, and it’s so out of place, doesn't make sense given the nature of the conversation. But it does if he factors in the liquor coursing through your system. “He called me a m–mistake.”

Joe's heart aches at your words. “Baby—”

“When I was sixteen years old, I worked at a clothing store in town, and I saved up my money for this necklace…it was gold, and I thought—I thought it was so pretty. It made me feel fancy.” You chuckle, not as humorous this time, head tilting. “And once I finally got the necklace, I drove—I drove an hour away because…because after all those years, I still….I wanted to meet my father. I wanted…I wanted him to be in my life.” 

“He’s uh—or was, I’m not sure anymore—captain of police in his town, so I went to the precinct to meet him, wearing that necklace that I worked months to save up for because…because I wanted to look nice. I remember walking into his office, and I was nervous, but—but I also figured there was no way he could reject me then. I—I was head cheerleader. A straight A student. I—I had just gotten a near perfect score on both my SAT and ACT. I was…I was a good kid, Joe.”

Your jaw fixes, and he can see you’re trying to hold back tears. It kills him to see you this upset. He’s never seen you this vulnerable. “And I—I told him all that. I told him I wanted to see if he wanted a relationship with me, and do you know what he told me?” You suddenly stand up, clearly intending to mimic this interaction. “A relationship? Why would I want a relationship with you? You’re not even supposed to exist.” 

You giggle, eyes watering. Joe frowns. He can’t even begin to fathom how someone can say something like that to their own flesh and blood.

“Oh, but that’s not even the best part.” You’re doing one hell of a job playing this all off as something that isn’t impacting you, no doubt thanks to the alcohol. But, he knows you well enough to know and even see where this is headed. “He—” you hiccup, covering your mouth to hide your giggles. “He said again that I was a mistake that he paid my mom to take care of and—” It’s starting to crack, the alcohol induced facade that all of this is fine, that you don’t care. Your voice starts to catch. “---that the money he gave her for an abortion was the biggest waste of money he ever spent.”

“Y/N—”

“Minutes later, his wife walked in and then—and then his daughter walked in, and I—I ran. I couldn’t….I couldn’t—we looked the same age, Joe. He had a daughter already, he–he didn’t need me. He didn't—he didn’t want me.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. “And that’s fine, I—I didn’t care. I—I blocked that out after that day. I’d—I’d forgotten about him.” A beat. “Until tonight.”

“Because—because for the first time since I was sixteen years old, I was in front of all of them again. My—my—father, his wife, my—-”

Joe starts putting the pieces together. “Bianca….”

“She’s my sister,” you answer for him, having a hard time keeping it all in at this point. “She’s the one he’s proud of. She’s the one whose kid he claims as his grandchild. She’s the one he acknowledges. I’m just—I’m just the mistake he wishes was never born.” 

Joe stands up, gradually moving toward you. 

“I did everything right. I stayed out of trouble. I went to school. I got my degree. I did—-” He’s in front of you, gently pulling you into him as you finally break. “I don’t understand why he didn’t want me. I’m his daughter.” you finally shatter, crying into his chest. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Hey, hey—” Joe brings his hands to your face, making you look at him. “There is nothing wrong with you. You are an amazing, intelligent, beautiful woman, and I can’t even begin to describe how amazing of a mother you are.” He wipes away your tears as you clutch onto his shirt. “He doesn’t deserve you, baby. He doesn’t deserve to be in your life. He never did, and he never will. Fuck him. You don’t need shit from him. I’ve got you, okay? Always.” You allow him to hold you, to comfort you, because it’s just what you need in this moment. You tried to find it in solitude, tried to find it at the bottom of a liquor bottle, but it was all in vain. You just needed him.

Joe holds you as long as you allow him, letting you cry it out until he's eventually able to guide you into returning to your apartment.

But outside the door is when you hesitate.

He notices this, immediately asking, “what’s wrong?”

Your eyes start watering again. “Callie…I—I don’t want her to—”

He shakes his head, kissing the top of your head. “I asked your mom to take her back to her place. I’ll go check on her after I get you straight.”

This seems to settle some of your anxiety, and he continues to guide you into your bedroom. He helps you out of your clothes and into a simple t-shirt that he recognizes as one of his own.

Joe moves all of your decorative pillows, placing them on the chair in the corner of your room as you pull back the blankets. He turns around to find you reaching for his hand, tugging him towards the bed. “Just—just until I fall asleep.”

He doesn’t object. Joe planned to stay with you until then anyway.

He undresses enough to climb into bed with you, and you waste no time burying yourself into his chest, feeling an instant sense of peace when he wraps his strong arms around you. You’ve always felt so safe and protected in his embrace, and in this moment, it’s everything you need. 

“I realized something tonight,” you mumble into his skin. Joe’s hand is under your shirt, hand moving soothing circles on the small of your back. “I—I didn’t keep Callie from you because of your wife. That was part of the reason, but it wasn’t the main reason.” You lift your head, throat feeling pressured as you allow yourself to finally admit, “the truth is that I was terrified you would reject her the way my dad rejected me, and I never wanted her to feel that way. And I know now that you would never do that to her, but I—I didn’t know then, and I was so wrong, and I’m so sorry. I—”

“Hey—” He cuts you off, hand going to palm your cheek. “Don’t do that. I understand why you did it now, I do. You were trying to protect her. I can’t be upset with you for that. I’m not.” He studies your face, your eyes, always so beautiful to him. “I don’t think I could ever be mad at you for too long.”

It’s not a lie. Joe’s always thought he’s known you like the back of his hand, learned you so well, but tonight has shown him that he didn’t know everything. He’ll never get back the time he missed out on with Callie, and maybe on some level there will always be a slither of resentment. But, it’s not enough for him to notice and most definitely not enough for him to actually feel.

He’s not quite sure how he could find it in him to hold your decision against you. It didn’t come from a place of selfishness or vindictiveness but love and protectiveness. You just wanted to keep her from experiencing the pain and trauma you’d endured. 

There was no faulting that. 

And you accept his grace, so understanding and considerate. You feel slightly undeserving but immensely grateful that he can extend such empathy. 

You’re quiet after that, eyes shut as you work to turn off your brain and decompress what’s inarguably been one of the most difficult days of your life. You’re almost in the early stages of sleep when his voice invades the quietness. 

“I love you.” Joe doesn’t feel any sort of movement at his confession, doesn’t feel you tense or relax. He’s not even sure if you’re still awake, but still, he continues. “I’ve always loved you, and I don’t even know how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter because I’ve always imagined telling you under much different circumstances anyway.”

“I want to be with you,” he continues. “I’ve always wanted to be with you, and I’m sorry for not putting you first. You deserved better than that. I should have gotten divorced long before I even met you. And that’s….something we eventually need to talk about. I owe you that much.”

He wants to say more, so much more, but he also knows now is not the time given he’s almost certain you’re asleep. Hence why he finally slips out of bed, knowing he needs to check on Callie.

He doesn’t leave without caressing your cheek and kissing your temple, relieved that you’re finally getting some rest following what was inexplicably an emotionally draining day. 

But you’re not asleep, and you did hear it.

You heard it all.

________

“Who are you?”

Joe walked into your moms house, not expecting anyone other than your mom and Callie. Only one of those individuals are present, and the other is a man he’s never in his life seen before but automatically doesn’t like. Just his aura seems off. 

Joe especially hates that this man is in the same house as his little girl.

Your mom seems taken back by this side of him and explains, “Joe, this is Amir. He’s, uhh, an old friend of Y/N. He saw her run off and wanted to check in on her.”

The day's events are definitely a contributing factor as Joe feels exhausted, both mentally and physically, but hearing that this is the infamous Amir instantly angers him. What the hell is he doing here?

“You bold as hell coming here.” is all Joe says, redirecting his attention to your mom. “Y/N tell you that she found out he and Mariah been sleeping with each other?”

What he wants to say is that they’ve been fucking, but he wants to remain respectful. Even if it is hard as hell.

Your mom is looking, mouth ajar, between Joe and Amir. “Wh–what is he talking about, Amir?”

“So you’re the one that’s been feeding those lies into her.” Deflection. It’s a typical bitch move. “You talking a lot of shit for someone who abandoned his own kid and just came back on the scene like ain't nothing happened.”

If not for the fact that you’ve already explained to Joe that you’d never told Amir what really happened between you and him because it was none of his business, Joe would have been livid. He would never abandon you. And definitely never Callie. Ever.

He’d have been with you every fucking step of the way the minute you found out you were pregnant if he’d been given the chance.

But all of that is no business of this asshole’s. 

“You can say or think whatever the hell you want about me. It doesn’t matter. You’re irrelevant, regardless, so the same way you walked your ass in here is the same way you can walk your ass right on out.”

“Apparently not to Y/N.” He’s smug, and it takes a tremendous amount of willpower for Joe to not lay this man out right then and there. He doesn’t know why you would ever settle for the likes of this prick. “Not with how many times she ended up in my bed.” 

Joe partially forgot your mom was even in the same vicinity until she gasps loudly, clearly disgusted, “my Lord. Please, this is my daughter you’re speaking about.”

With a low chuckle, Joe tries his best to remain respectful yet still abundantly clear. “And how many times has she reached out to you since I’ve been back?” His silence is all the answer Joe needs, not that he really needs one at all. Joe knows you have eyes and desire for him and him alone. He just needs to prove a point to this motherfucker. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to stay the fuck away from my girlfriend and especially my daughter, cause the next time it won’t be no conversation.”

And before Amir can say or even, stupidly, do anything, a new smaller voice enters the scene.

“Daddy!”

Joe is unsure if he’ll ever get over the joy that fills him at being called that. Callie is at the top of the steps but proceeds to rush down when she sees him, Joe leaning down and catching her, picking her up.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He kisses her cheek, noticing almost immediately how tired she looks. Understandable, as it’s almost 11 o’ clock, far past her bedtime. Uncomfortable with this Amari or whatever the fuck his name is being so close to Callie, Joe starts leading her back up the stairs.

With a frown, she asks the question he was expecting. “Where’s mommy?” 

“She’s back at the apartment sleeping.” Joe is unsure just how to explain tonight’s events to Callie, not really knowing how to help her understand what occurred, if at all possible. “I’ll take you to see her tomorrow morning as soon as she wakes up.”

Joe walks her into her room at your mom’s place and seats her on the bed, sitting next to her. “What’s wrong with her?”

Such a simple question in wording and massively difficult in every other area, especially when one considers Callie’s young age. 

“Mommy saw someone who was very mean to her when she was little, and it made her sad, so….she just wanted to be alone.” It’s the best, simplest answer that’s not a lie he can come up with on the spot.

Callie’s frown deepens. “I don’t want mommy to be sad.”

“Neither do I, baby,” he murmurs. “But, I talked with her, and she should start feeling better soon, okay?”

Her frown diminishes slightly, and Joe can tell she’s in thought. She then asks, “are you gonna go stay with mommy tonight?”

“I was, but I can stay with you, if you want me to.” Joe knows you’ll probably sleep throughout the night because of the alcohol and more importantly, if Callie needs him, he’s there. No questions asked.

You would do the same. 

She suddenly shakes her head. “Mommy stays with me when I’m sad, so someone’s gotta stay with her while she’s sad.” Her face grows sullen again as she asks with a yawn, “do you still have to leave tomorrow morning?”

“No, I leave tomorrow night instead.”

In the midst of all of tonight’s chaos, he’d managed to switch flights, picking an evening one instead. Joe let Hunter know there was a family emergency, and that he’d be back later than initially expected. Hunter was understanding, and while he was grateful for that, it didn’t really make a difference.

You and Callie come first. 

She’s obviously partially pleased with this information and moves her body against his, laying her head on his arm. “I’m sleepy….”

Reaching to caress her cheek with his finger, he directs, “get some rest, Callie. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”

She doesn’t say anything, just closes her eyes. It doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake her, a mere matter of minutes really. He stays with her longer though, just to be sure, needing to know she’s okay.

He needs both of yall to be okay.

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You wake up with an instant sense of unease and discomfort. Your head is throbbing, and your body feels heavy. Your chest feels pressured, like there’s some invisible weight on it.

But in a matter of seconds, it all comes rushing back to you. The fireworks. Bianca. Seeing your dad. Running. Drinking. 

"I love you."

Eyes shutting, you do your best to settle your brain because only one thing is at the front of your mind when you hear giggling coming from outside of your closed door.

Callie 

Just how in the hell did your brief mental breakdown affect your child? 

Pushing the blankets off, it’s then you notice the bottle of water and white pill sitting on your nightstand. Picking it up, you see it’s Advil.

“Joe…..” you whisper, realizing he must have left it here waiting for you once you woke up. Eyes watering at his thoughtfulness, you swallow it and head straight for the bathroom. You need to get cleaned up and get out there to see what kind of damage you’ve unintentionally inflicted on your child’s psyche.

You know how attached she is to you and don’t even allow yourself to think about how difficult it must have been to be so abruptly ripped away.

Especially when you’re the one who did the ripping.

The shower is kept to a minimum, and once your teeth are brushed and face clean, you don’t hesitate to step out of the room. Following the path of sound, in the kitchen is where you find Callie. With Joe. 

They’re sharing a quiet laugh, and you’re certain it’s quiet because he told her you needed your rest. Always looking out for you. 

However, it’s when Callie happens to glance your way that her eyes go big. 

“Mommy!”

She surprisingly climbs off the counter instead of outright jumping and runs over to you. You kneel down to meet her for her hug, so tight and welcoming. “Do you feel better?” 

“Oh baby, I’m always better when I get to see you.” Kissing her forehead, you add, gently, “mommy’s sorry for scaring you.” And it's true. You never meant to scare her or make her worry about you, and it's something you'll work as hard as necessary to make up to her.

But your sweet child surprises you with her authentic, mature reassurances. “It’s okay. Daddy said you were sad,” she explains and gasps. “I made you something to make you smile!”

Touched, you palm her cheek. She really is the light of your life. “I’d love to see it, baby.”

“Okay! I’ll be right back.” She rushes out of the kitchen, and you take the opportunity to talk to Joe. Wordlessly, you move over to hug him.

“Thank you.” There’s not enough thank yous to show him just how appreciative you are to have him in your life, to have him as Callie’s father. He took such control yesterday while you were busy drowning in your daddy issues. And now he’s still here when you’re almost certain that he was supposed to have flown out at the crack of dawn. “I’m really sorry about last night. That’s not—-I don’t get drunk. I would never leave Callie like that—“

“I don’t care about any of that,” he dismisses. You believe him, as he looks entirely uninterested in any explanation you want to provide him because he sees it as unnecessary. He takes the back of hand to feel your forehead. “How are you feeling? Did you take the Advil?”

Nodding, you try again, “seriously, Joe. You’ve changed your whole schedule around—“

“You needed me,” he answers. “There was nothing to think about.”

And the tears are brewing again, but for very different reasons. This man is everything you’ve always wanted and dreamed of, even better. And he loves you. He wants to be with you. Your daughter's father wants to establish a life with you, be a family. What logical reason do you have to continue to deny him? Deny yourself?

“Joe…..” Licking your lips, you place your hands on his chest. “I lo—”

“Here it is, mommy!”

Callie’s interruption is both perfect and imperfect timing. You want so badly to tell him that you love him too, that you also want to be with him. But maybe it’s not the best timing, maybe the setting should be different.

You want him to know you love him not just because of the aftershocks of vulnerability. That you’re in love with him and have been since you were 23 years old. 

Callie is at your legs, holding up a drawing she created of you surrounded by hearts. Her artwork has always been her favorite form of expression, and you’re so grateful for her pure, kind heart in this moment.

Holding it against your chest, you lean down to accept her hug. “Thank you so much, baby. I love it.” 

“Yay!” She rejoices and then looks up between the two of you. “Daddy and I made you breakfast!”  

Gasping, you ask, “really?” It’s only then you notice the kitchen, while cleaner than one would expect after preparing breakfast with a four-year-old, you see the counters that have food laid out on a variety of plates and tupperware. “Waffles?”

“Your favorite.” Joe reaches to kiss your temple, and lightly pats your hip. “Sit down, we’ll fix it for you.”

You open your mouth to protest when Callie takes your hand and guides you to the barstools and scampers back over to Joe who picks her up, holding her with one arm while the other fixes your breakfast for you. He allows her to point and dictate what goes on your plate and how it’s fixed.

And you sit there, allowing yourself to take in this moment. There’s so much you need to navigate and sort through. Bianca, your dad, Mariah, hell, even finally being honest with Joe about your feelings. But, all of that can wait. 

Because all that matters right now are the two people you love most in this world.

[onskepa]

Hello Halo Hello! I am here! As promised, MUWAHAHA!

And I have brought forth a Lo'ak x reader request!

(Be warned this is gonna be lengthy, cause I wanted the request to be clear, I hope you don't mind.)

(Backround for the request):

Instead of Neteyam dying or being the one shot, it was Lo'ak. Eywa had decided to bless Lo'ak a second chance in a way, by sending him to a past version of earth, during a time of trees and modern technology, but still a pretty damn healthy version of earth.

It's there, that as a human he fell in love with a lovely happy go lucky human gal and as years past even got to marry and have children with her, ten children to be exact soon to be eleven. (Jake would be Hella proud. 😏 lol)

The first to be born were the sextuplets! Six at once, eywa was it a miracle, to which he did not faint upon finding out. (He did) and one more two years later, and then twins three years after and then five years after that, their youngest child who would soon no longer be the youngest since the eleventh child was soon on their way.

He was truly filled to the brim with joy, but even at his most happiest, he missed his family dearly.

(The Request):

Lo'ak, after getting shot on that sinking ship, is then blessed by Eywa to have a second chance at life on a past version of earth. Years later Eywa sends him and his family back to Lo'ak's home world and timeline on Pandora in the body of Na'vi's.

His family comes to meet his Now birth family in Awatalu, (I have no idea if I spelled that right! I'm so sorry!) After a bit of a tense soon turned joyous reunion, the families come to meet for the first time and learn about eachother as they interact for the first time.

The children however, have a bit of a difficult time adjusting, but try to for the sake of their dad. Even his wife who is so open minded has a bit of a hard time, but loves seeing her husband so happy.

It's a bit difficult, but they try to adjust to this new adventure and life, cause Lo'ak seems so happy.

[Little extra notes for ya!]

I actually have some ideas for some characteristics on the kids if you wanna hear about em! And or if you have questions of course!

Thanks once again as always for reading my request hun, I hope this was okay! 💕(♡≧ 𓎺 ≦)=ъ ♡💕

okie dokie *cracks my knuckles* Sit down ya'll, this is gonne be a ride. Also, to keep my mind sane, I am cutting down the number of the children from 11 kids to 6.

P.S: This beautiful cover is done by none other than @quirkyhero !!! She has done an amazing job!

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Brace for imapact

Lo’ak sully was ready to die. After the constant mess he caused, from bringing his siblings to dangerous areas, to bringing his brother in a death trap. Lo’ak was ready to pay his deed by sacrificing himself instead of his older brother. Feeling the bullet hit a vital area on his body, lo’ak felt so much pain. He knew he was shot, and that he was not going to make it. 

So he jumps over the rail of the ship, letting his body go limp as it hits the water. The feel of the cool water surrounding him. His energy quickly draining. As long as neteyam lives, that is all it matters. So, smiling to himself, lo’ak lets Eywa take him in peace. Knowing that he did something good for once. 

“Llo….? ca…….ear….me?” 

There was a voice, it sounded distant yet loud at the same time. A massive headache kept hitting lo’ak. A bright light stinging his eyes, making the headache much worse. Trying to blink, letting his eyes adjust to what is in front of him. 

“W-what….?” he mutters out. Damn, does he feel the need to vomit for some reason. Is this how it feels after dying? Is that Eywa he sees…? Why does she looks so….human? 

“Hello??? Can you hear me??” the sound of fingers snapping next to his ear. Gently slapping his cheek, the person was trying to wake him up. 

“Eywa..?” lo’ak asks out loud. 

“Huh? What is that??” 

Now fully waking up, lo’ak sat up really fast. He looks around, it looks like he is at a beach? He lays on the sand. 

“Hey, you ok? Do you know where you are?” the voice became more clear, feminine. 

Lo’ak turns around and sees it's a human girl. She looked confused yet worried. 

“Hey, you ok in there? Found you washed up on shore, knocked out real cold. Were you surfing or something? The tides are pretty high these days” the girl kept on talking. 

But for lo’ak it was just a buzz. 

He looks down at his hands and legs. His skin is not blue. His stripes are gone. He has dark skin. 

He is human.

The girl didnt know what to make of the strange guy she found at the beach. The second he looked at his hands he began to freak out. Unconsolable and began rambling in a whole different language she has never heard of. She didn't want to call the cops as they might arrest him for probably wrong reasons. So where did she go next? 

Hospital. 

It was better than sending him to a mental one. They would have been worse than the cops. 

So that is where they currently are. The doctors examined him, taking tests, everything. 

“What is your name, young fella?” the doctor asks. 

The strange boy answers. “Lo’ak Te Suli tsyeyk’itan” 

What? 

“That is um….a unique name” the doctor compliments as kindly as he can. 

The strange guy looks nervous, looking down at his hands. 

“You can just call me lo’ak” 

Lo’ak…what a nice name. 

2005 

It has been 5 years since lo’ak arrived on planet Earth. However, as if it wasn't strange enough, he was sent back more than a hundred years in the past. It was less technology, still plenty, but not as much as the humans used in his time. The beauty of earth will always take his breath away. The air was clean, humans were more kind. Dare say, more peaceful. 

The young girl who found him, offered to stay with him until he managed to be independent. Went to the human school, it was…..interesting to say. The teens were beyond different than the na’vi teens, even spider. Trends to follow, pointless gossip, but entertaining. At least there were sports he can partake in like track and archery. Spent good years, made some decent friends. Lo’ak will admit he was somewhat popular because of how “cool” he looked, along with his name. 

Graduation happened, became an adult in the eyes of the humans. A man in the eyes of whom he likes to call his savior. The now young who found him. Sevin, a loving name he would call her. 

“A loving name my dad would say to my mom” he would say time to time when sevin asks what it means. Lo’ak used to talk about a tribe he was part of, his dad marrying a native. Sevin did some hard research, all about native tribes from all over the world, and not one came up with the name “Omatikaya” , a tribe lo’ak says he was born in. 

When nothing came about, in answering how lo’ak came to this world, he stopped mentioning it all together. 

And later on, he and sevin married. 

“Come on everyone! Let's find a good spot!” Lo'ak tells his family as they get out of their family van. 6 little heads all sprawled out from the sliding doors, all chatting at the same time. Sevin trying to tell something to her husband but even her shouts 

It was summer break and lo’ak thought the best way to start off a summer vacation is a beach trip. 

It honestly sounded so easy on paper than in reality. 

Having 6 kids is not so easy. Lo’ak doesn't know what is better or worse, all 6 children being born at the same birth? Or having them be in different ages thus being in different stages of life? Either way, he is thankful for his wife giving him such beautiful yet unique children. 

Every day, he secretly gives his thanks to Eywa. Though she might not be aware. 

“Wait wait! Litx! Moe’seykxel! Both of you stop it! Nifu stay there-wait, d-dad!!! Your children want to eat sand!” the eldest son shouts, ‘awve. He tries to separate his two young siblings from trying to beat each other. 

Lo’ak couldn't help but laugh so loudly. His oldest has become a stricter copy of his older brother. Shaking his head, he helps out. 

“Ay, let them. Sometimes it's ok for your siblings to fight it out” he says. ‘Awve huffs. 

“Besides, you stress too much. We are at the beach, a place to chill and relax. Worrying to death is my job, not yours” lo’ak goes on. 

Suddenly, there was a quick tug from his trunks, looking down he sees the youngest of his sextuplets. Bending down, he lets his daughter whisper in his ear. 

“Moe’ango is crying again,” Nifu says. 

She points over to see moe’ango crying large tears as he stands still, terrified of a little hermit crab. Who is just as terrified as the boy. 

A grin sneaks up to his mouth, yup, this is going to be a long beach day.

“Hubby! Look what I got~” sevin, the love of his life, the jewel in his eye, the light in his darkness, stands before him proudly waving around the ingredients to make smores. 

“Isn't it more for camping…? In the mountains…?” lo’ak asks as he grins as he raises his shoulders. 

His wife drops her smiles and is replaced with a frown. 

“Who said smores are only exclusive to camping? Camp police?” she asks. 

Lo’ak leans back, “yes” he replies sounding so confident. 

His face was then met with the plastic marshmallow bags. 

“Too bad! We are gonna make them, whether you like it or not” his wife says with a playful smirk. Knowing she won't change her mind, lo’ak gets the fire pit started. 

As he and his wife work together, they would glance over at their children, making sure they are safe while having fun. 

Sevin smiles warmly as she looks at her children, “hey, remember when we found out how many there were?” she asks lo’ak. He sighs silently. 

“How can I not? I thought I was dreaming”

“Is she ok?! Is my child ok?!” lo’ak asks in fear towards the doctor. His wife was in labor, it looked very painful which scared him to death. 

The doctor looked at him with a reassuring smile. 

“Yes, they are fine. In fact, you can come see them. They will be very delighted to see you” 

Lo’ak couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious with the tone the doctor said. His wife and child better not be in any form of danger. 

So silently he follows the doctor, leading him to the room his wife currently stays in. The door opens and a handful of nurses leave. All smiling and congratulating him, to which he is thankful about. 

As he enteres, the first thing he sees is his wife. Feeling excited, he quickly goes over to her and gives her the deepest kiss. She happily reciprocates. 

“Our child? Is it a boy or a girl?” he couldn't help but ask. His wife smiles nervously. 

“Yes” was all that was said. Making him feel confused. 

Sevin points across from her, lo’ak following her direction. 

Across the room he saw 6 little beds, and in them were 6 little babies. 

“We have sextuplets babe,” sevin says. 

The doctor smiles happily, “I bet you are feeling very excited, aren't you?” 

THUMP!!! 

Sevin and the doctor look over to see lo’ak passed out flat on his back. 

“Lo’ak?” 

“Remember? You were out the whole time!” sevin says as she and lo’ak laugh together at the funny memory. 

“Sextuplets, I see my kids everyday and I still can't believe it” she goes on, looking out as her kids play in the sand, crafting whatever they want. 

“What can I say? I got a magic d-” 

“Mellow time!” 

Sevin shoved a big marshmallow in lo’ak’s mouth, making him choke in the instant. 

“We are in public!” she scolds. 

Lo’ak chewed the sweet treat, but before he can say anything, he noticed something. Making sevin turn too. 

Nifu was getting a bit too far into the sea for their liking. Quickly they get up as they notice their other children follow suit. 

“Hey hey! What did we say about going too far? Come back!” lo’ak shouts as he and his wife run towards them. 

“But dad! There is something in the water! Something shiny!” hawne says as he points at whatever he is looking at. 

“It looks like a big light bulb!” litx says. 

“Oooooh!! I wanna touch it!” 

All of the 6 siblings go father, making their parents panic. 

“KIDS! STOP!!” sevin screams. Both of them reach the water, desperately trying to reach them. But just as they were about to, some force yanked them down into the water. Not just lo’ak and sevin, but also the 6 children. The entire sully family were yanked down in an instant. Silence was all that was left. 

The soft sounds of the ocean were heard, starting distant at first, but when lo’ak was slowly gaining consciousness, the sounds became louder. Slowly opening his eyes, he finds himself at the beach…? But the beach looked different. Somehow. 

How long was he out-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” 

Hearing a high pitched scream, he gets up and looks over to see…

A na’vi child? 

Wait. 

Na’vi? 

NA’VI!!! 

Looking down at his hands, he sees his hands are blue! With stripes! Holding his hair, his braids are back! His kuru and tail! He was ba-

“WHAT IS THIS!? GET OFF GET IT OFF!!! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!” the na’vi child continued to scream. Panicking. 

The other children began to look at themselves and began to freak out. All screaming and crying. The other adult na’vi, who is also freaking out, was screaming. Lo’ak doesn't know what is going on but somehow he is back to pandora. His family with him. 

“Ssshhhhh its ok, its ok, sevin, sevin look at me” lo’ak tries to calm down his wife. She tries to fight back. 

“Dont touch me!! Who are you!?” 

“Sshh, its me! Lo’ak!” 

This stopped sevin for a moment, taking a good look at him. Taking in the details. 

“Lo’ak…? Is that really you?” she whispers….

He takes in the details of his wife too. Having the traits of omatikaya. Her eyes now astonishing golden color, like that of the sunsets. Her stripes beautifully decoration her body. Her hair is now black but the style has remained the same. 

“Yes, yes it's me” lo’ak nods happily. 

“If that is you…then does that mean they are…” sevin looks over at the still panicking children. 

“Yup, we better calm them down” 

“Na’vi….we are na’vi…?” ‘awve asks, still playing with his tail. 

After long hours of exhaustion from crying, lo’ak managed to explain to his family what they are now. It was very hard for them to accept their new looks. Lo’ak can tell a few of his kids still cant believe all of it is real. 

“Na’vi….omatikaya. You are from this world….how did you get to earth?” sevin asks, Her memories playing back to the day she met him. 

“I have no idea” lo’ak answers honestly. 

“So…..what do we do now? Still doesn't help that we are in some island” litx says as she points to the forest behind them. 

Very true. 

“One thing left to do. Explore, see if there is any fruits we can find” lo’ak suggests. 

“Food….what can we eat exactly??” moe’ango asks. Feeling his tummy rumble. 

“Whatever we find, I will tell you if it is edible or not” 

With that, they all huddled close, holding hands as they make their way into the forest. 

It was deathly silent. Getting used to your old body sure is odd. Trying to recall his hunting methods and skills. Lo’ak would refuse to admit but he is clearly rusty. Which is not good, not knowing what kind of animals lurk within the small forest. What is dangerous or not. 

Not only that, he fears they might come across another na’vi. Something he dreadfully does not want to do. 

“Dad, nifu wants to know how much longer?” moe’seykxel asks in a whisper. 

“We can take a break if you want but we have to keep going-” 

They all fell into a pit. It was a trap! 

The kids began to scream. Their sounds alert someone nearby. 

“We caught them!” an unknown voice was heard. 

Illuminating torches were seen, getting closer, and then looking down at the family were na’vi! Lo’ak immediately knew these na’vi. They were of reef. An idea quickly popped in his mind. Perhaps they know of the Metkayina clan! 

Luck was never on lo’aks side. 

The reef na’vi tied him and his wife but not his kids thankfully. But were being watched carefully as they are lead deeper into the forest. 

“We are not dangerous! We dont know where we are!” lo’ak tries to tell the warriors in na’vi. Speaking english for so long, his accent was clear as day. It doesn't make him look good. The warriors might think he is a dreamwalker. 

The warriors ignore him. 

At what seems the end of the forest, more light was seen. And more reef na’vi were also seen. Torches and fire pits illuminating the grounds. 

This is good and bad. 

“Dad! Who are they!?” one of his kids ask. 

“Lo’ak what are they gonna do to us!?” sevin asks loudly. 

“Lo’ak?” 

A voice in the gathering crow was heard. The reef na’vi make way for another na’vi. This one however, was not reef. 

Her skin was dark blue, matching lo’ak and his family. 

“Do I know you…?” lo’ak asks. The girl did seem familiar. 

“Oh my eywa….it is you! Lo’ak! Its me! Tuk!” tuk finally says as she hugs him. 

Tears of joy fall from her eyes. 

Did he hear that right? 

This grown woman, is tuk? His baby sister? 

“YOU’RE A WOMAN!?” 

Word reach to the sully family. Quickly they all ran towards the main gathering area of the village. Tonowari told them that someone claims to be their long dead son. 

Neytiri had to see for herself. Not caring if she isnt as fast as she used to, but she has to see. 

Following was jake and their other children. 

“Its him right? How is he alive??” kiri asks. 

“I dont know, but we have to check this out” jake answers rather fast. 

Seeing the large crowd, the people made a path for them. There in the center was tuk. Who was cooing, coddling, poking, and hugging 6 na’vi children. A femal adult was looking at tuk with wide eyes and extreme confusion. 

“Mom! Dad! Look! Its lo’ak! He came back! I told you didnt I? I told you he would come back” tuk shouts happily, pointing at a forest looking na’vi. 

Jake looked into the young man’s eyes. It was instant. Jake knew, that was indeed lo’ak. His son whom everyone thought, died in the space dragon ship. The son he and his family mourned for years. He is back. 

“Lo’ak…?” neytiri whispers. Tears ready to fall. 

He smiles, “h-hi….ummm….Im home….with my family…” 

Kiri and neteyam look over at the 6 kids tuk was cuddling over. 

“You did not waste any time huh brother?”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! NGL, it was pretty tricky to write it. Even now I have some doubts in the finished work. However, hopefully you all liked this one! Until next time! See ya!

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1: ‘awve = first, ordinal [top left]

2: hawne = soft of an object [top right]

3: litx = blade [sharp] (middle right)

4: moe’seykxel = strong, confident [both emotionally and spiritually] [middle left]

5: moe’ango = soft sound [bottom left]

6: nifnu = silent [bottom right]

[rain-world-positivity-blog]

i love rain world AUs. i love swap AUs. i love off string iterator AUs. i love anthro slugcat AUs. i love scugerator/itercat AUs. i love AUs that mess with the timeline. i love AUs that take canon material and expand on it like crazy. i love AUs that are completely detached from the main story. i love AUs that come up with their own plots. i love crossover AUs. i love OC AUs. i love AUs of AUs. i love AUs born from inside jokes or shitposts. i love rain world AUs

AUs are so much fun! Personal fan of off the string AUs and fix it AUs. I just want these guys to be happy, okay? They all deserve to be happy.

I've seen some pretty creative stuff hanging around, things I wouldn't think of myself! It's awesome to see which directions people take the source material and how they bend the characters in these AUs, so interesting to see!

I'd love for ya'll to tell me your favourite AUs too!

[liveasbutterflies]

I loved ep 13 and the decision sol made. Sun jae loved her so much he was willing to die for her over and over again despite knowing it was coming so it makes complete sense to me why she did what she did. I know they were "erased" but he still spent two timelines waiting for her for 15 years in pain meeting her and then dying soon after. I understand why people are upset and I know he will get his memories back but I'm also glad this time he doesn't have to spend another 15 years suffering. Idk why some people think it's so romantic when he always puts her first at the cost of his life but when she does something similar it's suddenly an issue. So they just want her to say f*ck it and let him wait for her for 15 years meet her and die as a result of protecting her a third time? That's psychotic. He can love her with all his being but she should put herself first, what kind of messed up love story would that be?

hi nonie!

Sorry for the late response. But yes, I wholeheartedly agree with Sol's decision to go back and reset everything. It makes sense! I hope people don't take her decision lightly. She saw him die three times! This time in front of her! It is kinda hypocritical when the ML does the saving and chooses the same "dumb/impulsive" decisions vs when the FL does and she gets all the hate. Make it make sense ya'll.

"A heart is a heavy burden." She didn't just erase the 15 years of memories and love that they had for each other. Whatever happened never existed. She's willing to sacrifice her happiness for him, for his life, for his future. So to the people annoyed with her decision... chill...

Sorry not good with words and I'm writing this before my coffee. I hope this made sense. 🤣

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 23/41

Chapter  23: So Hot I Can't Stop

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, fingering, anal fingering (f. receiving), masturbating, squirting, unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter  23: So Hot I Can't Stop

Rita stopped by a few days ago. She Ooo’d and Ahh’d over the finished bathroom. She had called all the references you gave her, they had nothing but glowing things to say about you. She really wants you to do their house in Greece. You explained to her the timeline you are working with right now and that especially if you get the Antarctica job, it will probably be a year before you can do it. She’s cool with that.

She had asked a few questions about Austin, with a glint in her eye. You answered honestly, that you'd not seen him in a few days, even though he is graciously letting you use his kitchen. She just nodded knowingly, uh huh. She commented that Tom is totally impressed with him and that this will be his big breakthrough role. You had agreed, he is impressive, your own glint sparkling.

It’s been about 5 days since you’ve seen Austin. A couple times, you think he came in late at night and slept curled around you for a few hours. The dent in the pillow next to you in the morning was a tell-tale sign.

Since you are using his kitchen, you made a dinner plate for him and left it in his fridge with a note each night. It’s gone every morning, so you know he’s been home. You passed a few texts between you each day, but you have both been busy.

Today is painting day.

You are decked out in your preferred outfit for painting: a white tank top and panties, plus mask and goggles and noise canceling earbuds. You finish spraying the last wall and stop to dance and sing to the song playing in your ears.

“It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me”

You look up and see Austin is leaning on the front door, arms crossed, watching you with a grin on his face, key dangling on his finger.

“And I’m feeling good!” you sing the last line at him and laugh.

He looks delicious in a white t-shirt and tan slacks. He is barefoot.

“How long have you been there?” you ask in a mask-muffled voice, taking out your earbuds.

“Long enough.” he laughs, looking you up and down, “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you mostly naked, you are covered in little specks of paint!”

You take off your goggles and mask and shrug, “It’s hot and paint is easier to get off of skin than clothes if you moisturize correctly.”

You motion for him to follow you to the bathroom, where you begin to clean your paint sprayer.

“You continually amaze me with how sexy you make construction,” he says in that deep, low rumble that causes you to involuntarily moan a bit in the back of your throat.

“Thanks babe, want to help me wash it off?” you offer, looking over your shoulder coyly and tilting your head to the shower. You know you are a mess, dried paint smudges all over and hair in a bespeckled bun.

“Not yet, I don’t think you are dirty enough yet,” he comes up behind you, looking at you in the mirror and snaking his hands around your ribs and cupping your breasts through the thin fabric. Your nipples start to harden in his palms.

“Oh, well let me finish cleaning this real quick,’” you start rinsing as quickly as you can. “Take your time, I’ll be right here,” his thumbs graze your nipples.

You consider abandoning the sprayer, but you know you have to clean it before it gets clogged.

His hands are roaming all around your body, stoking the fire in your core as you twist off the paint cup and start rinsing. His hands sliding on your ass cheeks and around to the front, over your belly and down. The pads of his long fingers running along the crease between your leg and pussy, teasing.

You are frantically scrubbing out the nozzle with an old toothbrush.

His thumbs hook onto your panties and slide them down and off. Your hands are full of watery paint and there is nothing you can do to stop him, as if you’d want to. He traces a line up your thigh and over your hips. You can feel little callouses from his guitar playing on his left hand. His dexterous fingers gently glide over your now naked labia, pressing them together just a bit at the root.

You moan in the back of your throat. You love the feel of his hands on you, how he knows all your little tantalizing spots. You have stopped trying to clean your damn paint sprayer and rinse the paint off your hands.

He continues up your ribs, catching your tank top and pulling it over your head.

You go to turn around to kiss him. He stops you and places your hands on the counter, staring at your eyes in the mirror.

“You keep those hands right there,” he says in your ear, “don't move them.”

Shivers course down your spine.

You are standing, completely naked, hands on the counter as he reaches around to cup and rub your breasts, pinching your nipples and pushing his fully clothed hips against your back side.

You feel his rigid length through his loose slacks. You start to reach back to rub him.

He grabs your wrists and presses your hands back to the counter.

“Now, now, I told you to keep them there. If you move them again I’ll stop. Understand?” He growls, hot breath on your neck. His eyes are serious, his brows slightly furrowed.

You nod.

“Now be a good dirty girl and spread your legs," oh god his voice is fucking amazing in your ear.

You step to each side and wetness starts to seep between your lower lips.

His right hand traces down your back, over the crack of your ass to those lips. His hands are magic. You can’t help but press your hips back towards him.

“Oh my, so wet. Do you like being all naked and exposed to me?” he dips a gentle finger barely into you and spreads that wetness around.

“Yes, I do,” you say a little breathlessly as he nears your clit.

“Mmmm, I like it too. What to do with such a dirty girl,” he spreads the wetness back toward your asshole. He is watching your reactions reflected back at him.

You stare back at his eyes, lifting an eyebrow. “Anything you want,” you boldly declare licking and biting your bottom lip. You spread your legs a little wider, arching and offering yourself to his whim.

He steps back, you make a little sound of disappointment. He rubs his chin between his forefinger and thumb, pinching his full bottom lip, considering his options. He looks your back side up and down, then at your naked reflection in the mirror, all the while absentmindedly rubbing his cock through his pants with his other hand. Then he sits down between your legs with his back to the cabinet. His face is perfectly positioned at your dripping cunt.

“This is what I want," he says, looking up, capturing you with those stunning eyes of his, “keep your hands there.”

His tongue tastes the slickness between your legs and he emits a low throaty growl of pleasure. His fingers open your folds to reveal your nub. He gently licks around your clit as he slowly slides his long fingers inside of you, curving them just a little.

You moan, eyes closed, head back.

He starts to use a flat tongue to lap and suck your clit as he glides in and out of you slowly. You look down, his eyes are closed. His head is gently moving and rolling as he doles out pleasure with his tongue, receiving as much as he is giving. Just watching him indulge in your snatch, is almost as arousing as what he is doing. Add in the quietly depraved noises he is making, and you are in heaven.

He stops licking, pulls his fingers out and presses the thumb on his other hand into your wet slit. Then slides it back to your asshole and looks up at you inquiringly. He is ever the gentleman.

Your eyes widen with excitement, the only response you can muster is nodding frantically.

Grinning at you, he rubs the pad of this thumb on your asshole. The nerve endings there are bringing new zinging sensations to your pelvic floor. Gently he pushes his wet thumb into you.

Your hips are yearning towards his face, silently begging for his tongue. He complies, face buried in your pussy, extraordinary tongue dancing on your folds and clit. You relax to let his thumb in. His other fingers slide back into your pussy and you feel him get to his first knuckle or so in your ass.

“Oh. My. Gods. That is so fucking good," you say in a desperate whisper as he moves both hands in and out alternatively, slowly at first. You start twitching your hips into his lashing tongue.

“Harder, please harder,” you moan.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he says huskily against your folds.

He captures your swollen clit in his mouth and starts sucking as his fingers pound into you. You feel a tell tale fullness inside you.

Gripping the counter to keep from collapsing, you start to go over the edge. A wail rips through your throat as your juices flood his face and hands, squirting down onto his still clothed body. He slows down his pace, but is lapping the sweet liquid from your lips, making you twitch in aftershocks. He pulls back, his face and shirt so wet.

He stands up in front of you, forcing you to take a step back, hands still on the counter. Turning around, he quickly washes his hands in the paint covered sink, Your forehead pressed against his back, you shake and shiver. Wiping his chin, he steps to the side, breaking your grip on the counter, pulling you directly in front of him.

His wet fingers are unzipping his fly and he takes out his hard-as-rock cock. He has an animalistic look on his face of deep need and desire. He can’t even be bothered to take off the clothes you soaked.

He pushes you back with a growl, kissing you fiercely and picking you up onto the counter between the double vanity sinks. He slides his cock into your pussy and groans. He grips your hips and begins to thrust into you.

You thought you were done, but as he fills you over and over again you feel that exquisite fullness. You reach down and rub your clit side to side.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod” you are whispering. With a high pitched whine you push, he pulls out and your deluge stains the front of his pants dark and wet.

“Don’t stop,” You reach down and slide him into you again, “I need you more.”

“So. fucking. hot.” he says, each word punctuated with a thrust.

His pace quickens, slamming into you over and over.

His eyes close and a deep rough grunting moan escapes him as he plunges into you and shakes. The hands on your hips gripping hard as he cums inside you.

Seeing him come makes you grind your hips up and down on his cock, You have hit insatiable mode. He is shivering as you ride his still hard cock.

“No, no, no,” you beg as he pulls his cock out, your hips are shaking.

One eyebrow goes up and he smiles, panting. He pets your pussy teasingly, “Did you miss me, do you want these in you Kitten?”

Your jaw is tight, nostrils flared, that demon in you is about to eat him alive. You grab his fingers and push them into your pussy, sopping wet with his cum and your squirting.

“Fuck that pussy hard,” you demand, locking eyes with him. He leans over the counter, grabbing you by the back of the neck, his long fingers squeezing the sides. Putting his forehead to yours, he slams his fingers into you.

“Come on, dirty girl. Cum again for me. No, don't close your eyes, look right at me,” his voice is raspy and demanding.

You are rubbing your clit, hard, clenching your pussy onto his fingers. Lying back onto the marble, legs spread wide with the hottest man on the planet begging you to cum and forcing you to stare into his soul.

“Oh, fuck fuck FUUUUUHH”, you scream as you squirt a fountain over his hand, the counter, his stomach, as you come completely undone. Your whole body shivers and shakes and all you can see are his blue ocean eyes.

You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin as he slides his still hard cock into you again. Nirvana, Euphoria.

“God damn Kitten, you got me so fucking hot I can’t stop,” he pummels your drenched pussy. He goes, and goes, and goes almost savagely. Sweat is dripping off his face and onto your belly. You aren’t sure if you ever stopped cumming. All you can do is ride the wave and moan.

He finally pulls out and strokes his cock standing over you, his voice a strangled roar. Your hips are writhing as you rub yourself, you don’t have any more to gush, but the feeling of his cum surging onto your naked lips and belly sends you over a different precipice as you explode into pieces.

Neither of you have any words, heaving, shuddering. He holds you to earth, bent over you with his forehead back on yours. After a minute or two, he pulls you off the counter and to your feet, gathering you in his arms.

As your breathing slows, you notice he is still dressed in sopping clothes.

“Sorry about your clothes, I guess you are just as dirty as I am now,” you lazily giggle.

“Oh no, that was worth it,” he smiles at you, letting his pants drop and stripping his shirt off, “now we can shower.”

[minijenn]

Introducing... Dragonsoul!

Forgot to post this yesterday, but yeah, I'm finally officially unvieling the title of my upcoming How to Train Your Dragon fic! Along with some conceptual ramblings I jotted down mostly for my own reference, but I'll go ahead and share some of it with ya'll for funsies. It's kind of a mess at this point, but what fic isn't in its early planning stages? Soooo let's dive in!

There's more of course, including an actual timeline of events I'm still working out, but I think that's enough for now. Feel free to hit up my inbox if you're interested in knowing more!

[lillaurenp96]

Okay you know what I'm done 🤬. I know some, SOME of ya'll are genuine, so if this isn't you then hush up and stay silent and let me rant. Ya'll are really making Simone Biles trend. Why do I only see ya'll do this to BLACK Women. Ya'll can say it's cause you care about them. But I can easily tell that sometimes ya'll want black girls to live in this perfect bubble or image and when they don't ya'll can't wait to trash them. Ya'll have been mean to so many young black girls this year. (Ya'll always are, but it got even worse this year) From Chloe to Halle to SZA to just random girls on the timeline. Ya'll still do it to Beyonce from time to time. Like God forbid Victoria makes a mistake or does something y'all don't mess with. The thing is your allowed to have your opinions but ya'll really don't care about these women cause you don't even support/stream their music. You act like you "care" or are fans so that way you can continue to talk mess about them. Like all ya'll are going to hell for not letting black girls/women be human beings. Not the way you let their white peers be human and mess up. Ya'll are quick to get over it and not hold their mistakes against them. The thing is I expect this from white people, non-black poc, and black men/boys, but from black women it just hurts the most. Cause if ya'll do this to women who are clearly very talented/famous, and mind their business and do their work. What do you think about non-famous black women? I get not liking what Simone's husband said, but ya'll are really mad that she is defending him against Black Twitter. The same place that bullied her for her hair during the OLYMPICS, her wedding, her not taking a photo with a fan. Now all the sudden ya'll care about her personal life. Please be for real. Idk... It just feels like ya'll like to call out "red flags" so that way if they end up breaking up or divorcing you can get glory points and brag and say, " See I told ya, she didn't want to listen." "She is a bird". You see how that doesn't read as genuine. Ya'll did it with Taraji P. Henson, recently. Like i just wish people would just say they don't respect black women or are jealous/insecure around black women who they know are successful or/and happy. Cause you tolerate them or only like them when they fit in your box of what you think a black woman should be. They can be successful, but not over me. They can be happy, but not happier them me. Let me "humble you" black woman. You fetishize their bodies, but seeing them as humans. That's asking for too much.

[storybounded]

I'm not the biggest fan of time travel plots, especially the canon time travel plot in regards to Douxie because it's... overwhelming to imagine the scale of how things could change within 900 years of his life after meeting himself. Maybe I am making it too complicated than it should be, but nevertheless, It's too funky wunky for my head.

Even if Douxie and the rest of his friends still tried to keep to the timeline, things are still bound to change. But my Douxie never references it anyway since the time travel part of his story always baffled me. It's just something I won't make him bring up because I can't wrap my head around it. So I quietly ignore and keep the character development lmao.

And For those who followed Douxie's single muse blog, ya'll may remember the fact that I wanted to change it or take the time travel plot out of my canon altogether. But I also ran into the fact that Douxie had MAJOR character development during that time too that I didn't want to mess up, because it's honestly 🤌good food.

But after seeing Across The S.piderverse yesterday, the light went off. It makes me want to say that, within my canon divergency, Douxie and his friends went into another 'universe' of their own from Nari's portal.

So it wouldn't directly effect their OWN timeline - and anything important, character development wise, could still play out as normal within that universe. But it wouldn't touch my Douxie's original past.

[kiyatodo]

I NOW KNOW THE TIMELINE OF THE NARUTO NOVELS!

And bruh...SP...why?! Why did they messed up the timeline in Naruto Shippuden.

They first animated the Sasuke Shinden, then Shikamaru shinden and the last one was Konoha Hiden: a perfect day for a wedding.

When actually the order was supposed to be;

Shikamaru shinden being first, then the Konoha wedding and the last one was Sasuke shinden.

I have been researching for about a week for the timeline, and it even said in Sasuke shinden that at that time Naruto and Hinata are already married.

Like....bruh.

" Hinata-now also Naruto's wife"

Anyways that's all. I just wanted to share this if some of ya'll don't know the correct timeline.

And I highly suggest read the novels just deatch it up on google and you'll find it. It's really good and it's easier to understand the story. Like there were some things that SP deleted on some on the scenes in every novel. ( I'll put that in another blog)

BYIE

[mud-castle]

Hmmm, what'chu been up to in the Mistyfire AU anyway? Does Thistleclaw still get it on with Spottedpaw? Is so, she won't have the choice of a medicine cat to get away from him. Of course, that's awful, but hey, you can just work that out of your AU. What are you going to do assuming you're going to avoid that? Also (screw it I've asked so many questions already) what have you been up to lately? Is the Foxblaze and Little Leaders AUs your main focus? Plus, how's life? How's the wife n kids?

What've I been up to in Mistyfire. Haha....not as much as I'd like to. Something I'm realizing about the Mistyfire au is that, since I didn't exactly come up with it, I'm having a harder time constructing a decent plot for it than the others.

I avoid touching anything regarding Spottedleaf's Heart for two reasons.

1. I don't like the idea that Spottedleaf was forced into her position or her story in general in that book and

mostly 2. I am not equipped to, nor do I want to deal with a topic like that. I'm not confident in my skills to touch on grooming. Even if I was that's just not something I'm comfortable with writing or considering writing. Ya'll know I like reading and writing some messed up/angsty stuff, but that is beyond icky. It makes my spine crawl, and not in a good way.

So Spottedleaf's Heart is out the window in every single au please and thank you.

Anyway, I suppose Fire is still going to be having his weird, vaguely prophetic dreams and actually lets someone know in this timeline, leading him to becoming Featherwhisker's apprentice. I mean, he spends a lot of time in there anyway, so he might as well.

Lately I've been hung up on midterms and stuff for another fandom. I travelled some, and am still tired from that.

Honestly, I don't know what my main focus is. It switches like every month, but my hands can't keep up with my brain, leading to a lot less content than I would like.

Life's kinda hard, dull if you will. I just wanna sleep for a month or two.

Ha, wife? Maybe someday, but I'd like to focus on myself for now. Kids? eehhhh, not looking too likely rn or ever.

Thanks for asking!

[kanmom51]

when ya'll say jimin would put boundaries on tae touching jk or jk touching tae, do you really believe that? because i think it's one of those things that even if it bothers you, it sounds wrong to say "dont touch my boyfriend". I think both jimin and jungkook can have things that bother them or don't love 100% and still can't say it. like there's been a couple of situations where jm looked annoyed/disappointed at jk doing something and jk hasn't stopped doing those things anyways. -1

same with jungkook who isn't big on words**. i think my last anon got messed up. -2

and i dont believe he will stop doing them as i dont believe jimin would actually tell him to stop doing something even if it annoys him. this idea of couples that can say out loud everything they're thinking or bothers them is kinda idealistic, and even much so when it comes to jungkook who isnt much.

Yeah, anon. I do really believe that. These guys have been together for close to 10 years. Do you believe they would have lasted as friends this long if boundaries weren't set? If another member would constantly do things they think are annoying, disrespectful, outright shitty? Do you think that person doing those things wouldn't, by now, know he is doing something the other doesn't appreciate or like? Do you think he would continue doing those things knowing this? Do you think the friendship would have lasted that?

JM can definitely stand up for himself. He is a strong willed ass guy. Believe me he has set boundaries with Tae. And if Tae is out of line, well JM knows well enough how to convey the message. We've seen this in the past.

As for JK, yes, when he was younger he tended to be someone Tae could do almost anything he wanted to, a bit of a clay doll for Tae. We've seen instances when JM put him in line, rather than JK. Even then, JK knew, at times, when to push Tae away (JK-JM stare off live, for instance). But with JK times a-changing, he's grown up, matured, and even if he isn't too vocal, as you put it, he knows how to push Tae away, or move away, at times, when he is uncomfortable or just had enough of it.

The way you put it here it's about jealousy, "don't touch my boyfriend", and I don't think that's the issue here. It's not about the touching. It's about the appropriateness in the moment and the appropriateness of the touching. For example: Tae putting his foot on JK's back. He did it twice that I know of in front of the camera. This isn't about affection or sexual attraction. This is more about showing dominance. Tae being able to do that to JK because he's the youngest (the only one younger than him in the group and in age hierarchy). In both cases JM pushes Tae's foot off JK's back. Not JK. JM does it.

Setting boundaries doesn't have to be saying "don't touch my bae". Setting boundaries is also by sending the message with facial and body language. JM is a master of that. JK will just pull away or push away.

Btw, it's super important when you refer to examples to check on the chronological timeline. What was true for 2016 is not true for 2017 and so forth. Their relationship has grown and developed so has their trust in each other and in their relationship, and so did their understanding of each other and knowing to read each other (when happy, upset, pissed off). And still, even after 5 years together they can get things wrong. I've been with my husband for close to 30 years (shit, that's long), and still we both sometimes will do something the other doesn't like or appreciate.

[trippinsorrows]

hi, all. ❤️

thank you for the kind, sweet messages. a lot of ya'll are truly some kind people. ❤️

what happened, however was unkind and uncalled for. i am always willing to have an open conversation regarding anything i post that someone doesn't agree with. that's not what this person was looking for. not when they open their message with, "it's so funny to me how you and others who claim to be fans of roman and the bloodline, mainly roman, criticize and scrutinize the hell out of that man more than anyone else....", slide in my inbox on anon with the same mess when i block them, and create several, additional fake accounts to continue to harass me.

to clear things up, this person was using asks on sunday, before jey lost the title and we were upset about it, and somehow created this narrative that i was attacking/spreading lies about roman because jey lost??? the receipts are all on my blog to show that timeline and narrative was false. if you've been following me long enough, you know i do nothing of the sort, especially with that man. lmao just wanted to clear that up in case someone somehow believed that narrative.

i value keeping my page a safe, fun space where we can chit chat and have fun. and i will continue to do that. i have blocked/reciprocated a block (you don't get to see my page either, lovebug 🥰) and unfollowed certain people to maintain that safe space, because someone's unwell, unmedicated, unhinged, unloved, unoriginal, unwanted accidental procreation is not going to steal my peace. this person needs some serious help for wild ass, DID like behavior, and i hope they get it considering they told me they're "going through a lot" but harassing people over a man they don't know.....okay.

anyway, i just wanted to clear that up, because i log in and see yet another hateful ask. i'm not addressing this shit anymore. moving on from here, and the minute i see some sub post, messy, shady, or questionable shit, i'm unfollowing and keeping it pushing. kind vibes over here only.

love ya'll ❤️

[ozpins-halfway-house]

Out curiosity when do you think ren and Nora will show up 👀

Ah, anon, this is such a valid question and I am sorry to say I messed up the timeline and they aren't scheduled to show up for a while. I have a bunch of stuff planned I want to happen before they get here and it might take a while 😔 Not sure how long...

Although, ya'll have pushed some of my plot points into hyper drive and developed the story faster than I planned, so it's quite possible that if we keep moving, I'll do a major time jump and they'll show up sooner 👀

[marai-posts]

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK

IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS SHIT

They're skipping over the important stuff but this was clearly recorded before the killing game, by Rantaro, for Rantaro, and I have some Thoughts about it, okay?

Also I've been using my break to think about what I know about this killing game and;;

I Have Theories About The Big Picture.

I'm sure ya'll are sick of me calling stuff so I'm only telling you cause I have my doubts about this particular theory. Once again if I'm wrong about being wrong, no telling.

This actually popped into my head after Shuichi's "I want to die with everyone else" but I had no reason to pursue the line of thought but they keep feeding my theory so I'm just gonna say fuck it and go for it.

This is not the first time they've hinted that these people knew what they were getting into before the killing game begun which is making my think that this group of Ultimate's weren't forced into this with no knowledge of what's to come like usual. Instead they walked in of their own will.

It could just be a few of them, like Shuichi and Rantaro who knew, but I doubt it.

I think they all straight up volunteered.

Which goes back to what I was saying about how funded this feels, almost like it's staged.

The costumes too, it's like they were made for characters instead of people. And how convenient that Tsumugi not only knows how to make clothing, but also has a rich understanding of characterization 👀

They were all wearing normal clothes at the start, and Kaede referred to her pianist title as a skill, not an Ultimate Talent. They only begun seeing themselves as such after memories were GIVEN to them. Almost like:

And hear me out.

They're being fed false memories to make them behave the way the game intended.

I could be wrong, but seeing as they're memories are spotty and messed up, it wouldn't be a stretch to say details are being hidden and/or altered to fit their role.

I don't know if they were suicidal or just thrill seekers, but these guys definitely had inside knowledge on what's to come. Whether that means this IS actually planned out or if it just means this is a consensual killing game I really don't know, but I'll find out damnit.

The biggest problem with my theory is that there's,, no cameras? And I still don't understand why Tsumugi would host a killing game in the first place. Did she admire Junko? Is she trying to follow in her footsteps like Monaca? Is it just for fun?

It makes me question where in the timeline this is, and what's been going on in the outside world. Last time I checked, the Tragedy was settling down, yet a killing game is happening again. I know the Remnants Of Despair believe a bit of Despair is necessary to keep the world from collapsing in on itself again, so did someone decide the best way to do that is just consensual killing games? Once again:

No cameras. And unless they're just hidden it means this isn't being shown to the world.

Just-

I both trust my instinct and also Don't Understand A Lot Of Things so,,

I think I'm on the right track tho.

The 'staged' theory aside, all I know for sure is that Shuichi and Rantaro knew they were getting into a killing game before hand.

I'll save myself the disappointment and treat only that as fact. The rest is just 'maybe'.