#trustfull

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Trustfull's digital risk decisioning platform analyses hundreds of data points from customers' digital footprint

[clayd]

guys turns out i'm a liar but just a little bit

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Moïse Trustfull

[miss0atae]

They are going to break my heart. Rati is a bit too trustfull with Thee. Let's say it's the attraction that is speaking here because he can't be sure that Thee can be trusted. Of course, Thee did help him a lot on his first day: he stopped the thief from stealing his pouch, showed him around the place, spent the whole night with him to help him find his necklace and called himself a friend... Well, maybe Rati also needed someone to trust and talk to, so that's why he got close to him quickly too.

Unfortunately things are not going to be easy. Firstly, Thee didn't tell him who he really was and his father wants his help with Rati too. I wonder how Rati will feel when he is going to learn about who is really Thee.

[murkysirenblue]

Humpty ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

In your opinion, you had always lived a relatively normal life.

You were a fisherman, as were your forefathers for as long as it could be recorded. You lived alone in your little cottage by the sea, and rarely found yourself caught in precarious situations. A storm like none you’d ever seen before quickly changes that, and now housed in your tiny cottage is an injured yet vicious mermaid. With such a beast subdued, all lines of predator and prey are blurred- who is the hunter and who is the hunted?

Never forget where you belong on the food chain. (Title from Mitski)

Heres my boat inspo but im too lazy to talk about the sails

http://www.nefa.net/nefajnr/archive/peopleandlife/sea/fisherfolk.htm its the (M.V. “Trustfull” under the motorboat category

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5:

A sailor would never be able to predict the sea.

Skies shifted quickly from light blues with gentle winds to storms that could engulf entire fleets. Frevent waves crashed against your own little wooden boat more times than you could count. Tempestuous winds would strike you down to the deck amidst a storm with a loud thud- an injury more to your pride than yourself. 

But despite these turbulent waves, those storms with no visible way out, you thanked the sea for leaving you alive to tell the tale.

The sea was your life, your livelihood. Yet you were no great sailor, with no great ship. A mere fisherman, as was your father before you and his before him. A nickname befitted you, dubbed by townspeople behind clasped hands and through whispering lips, ‘Hermit Fisher’. You enjoyed peace, time on the sea and in your secluded cottage, you found no issue with your way of life. You sighed, shuddering and clutching your coat closer to your body as you trekked through the cold fog towards the boat dock. Today was one of the many days you ventured out to the ocean- you lived out the fisher part of your nickname quite frequently. 

A biting coldness pervaded throughout this little island you called home more frequently than not, even during the heights of summer. Winds whisked through rocky cliffs, sending harsh icy gusts throughout the isolated land. As you walked down the dirt track you listened, hearing sea birds cry overhead- their calls mingled with the sounds of the waves that crashed against the base of the cliffs, their violent icy waters molding them like clay. Familiar clouds hung above you, dark grey and ominous as they so often were. Tugging within you yelled two thoughts. The first one begged you to stay home, to prevent pride from persevering and to not put yourself at risk. The other merely told you to bring a raincoat. 

You, of course, travelled onwards, for you were no fair weather fisher. A gut feeling told you these next few days would bring a good haul, and if it wasn’t too windy on the sea then lady luck was on your side. 

You restocked the boat just yesterday- enough to last you a week. You had emergency rations plus a whole sea of fish in the water below. A plan lay in your pocket to be out for six days as well as the path you’d take. You’d go just a little ways past the Crone’s Finger, however if the weather made a turn for the worst you had another plan for what path to take homeward.

Bobbing up and down on gentle water was a familiar red boat- your one. Its scarlet red paint was slightly faded on its pine wood exterior, but vibrant enough to stand out against the ever expansive blue. Along the bottom of the ship in white paint read ‘The Salmon Seeker’. Your great-great-grandfather had named the ship in hopes of fishing lots of the stuff, or so the family legend said. 

Unfortunately for him, all there was to be found for you was herring. Your father and his as well all found themself stuck with a similar issue, your father often floated the idea of a curse. Superstition was a sailor's best friend after all. Often you considered changing the boat’s name, as if to spare yourself from any more jokes at the town market- yet the humour in it held you back from doing so.

As you inspected your boat, footsteps followed by a familiar head of thick orange hair found itself in the corner of your eye. You quickly turned around, a smile spreading on your face.

“Well, who do we have here,” you mused.

“Mornin’ Yuu, figured I’d meet you here before you left,” Ace said, throwing a lazy arm around your shoulder, “And also to get that key,” 

You reached into the pockets of your pants, retrieving a small chain of keys and placing them into Ace’s open palm, “Make sure you don’t break my windows this time,” you teased, poking him in the chest.

“Well you forgot the keys that time! How else was I supposed to get in?” He quickly came to his own defence, a playful pout on his face.

“Typically by checking under the mat for the spare ones,” You replied.

Ace quickly muttered something under his breath before quickly changing the subject, “So, getting any salmon this time round?”

“You know it,” you slapped his shoulder lightly, a gentle laugh leaving your lips, “Say, where's Deuce? You’re usually attached by the hip,”

“Eh, he had to go into work early, you know how Riddle is sometimes,” he sighed, “And before you ask, no, I’m not slacking,”

You and Ace made simple conversation as you finished up your inspection of the boat, running your gloved hands against the outside of the boat. The coating of pitch was cracked, with small bits peeling off as your rubber-covered fingers made contact. You made a short mental note to buy another can once you returned.

“Don’t worry about Grim’s breakfast today- he’s already been fed. He’ll be expecting his dinner at 6 though,” You said, heaving yourself onto the boat.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be yowling at us till we do,” Ace said in his typical relaxed tone, “Try not to die this time round?” he said with a wink.

“Always,” you winked back.

You entered the steering room with one last wave to your friend, finally beginning to head out to the fog covered sea. The scent of salt was thick in the air, carried by the early morning breeze. The fog quickly made the view around you murkier than the depths below, and it didn’t take long for the red-head’s waving form to disappear amidst the wraith-like tendrils of mist. A cone-shaped flash of light occasionally appeared overhead, and you silently thanked the lighthouse keeper for operating the beacon.

If you were considered a hermit by the townsfolk, you could only imagine what they said about him.

It was operated by one Idia Shroud, the lighthouse having stayed in his family for generations. He was so rarely seen, that son of theirs. Only once or twice had you ever even seen Idia in town. Though you hadn’t much else to say about the man, you felt appreciation for the light flashing above. 

Despite the surrounding dimness, the sea looked to be calm, with the waves playfully bopping your boat up and down as it journeyed through the blue. It was a comforting rocking motion, like a mothers cradle. You’d known the sea long enough to know that the conditions in the open ocean were far better than the ones surrounding your home- all you had to do was traverse the misty grey haze. The winds felt slow and humid, a good sign that any schools of fish would be larger than usual. Windy days led to them being split up into smaller groups against the harshened currents. 

You leaned against the wheel, waiting as the propellor pushed you through the greyish blue expanse. You’d occasionally catch sight of another boat's light through the dizzying mist, but not much else.

After what felt like hours of waiting, you finally found an end to the fog. Passing through, you looked back on the wall of grey that engulfed the area, spilling out slightly along the top of the water. You coughed slightly as you breached through, eyes trained on its almost wave-like appearance. Soon all that fog was but a memory, and you pulled out your map and pencil. It was an older map, covered with dates and small markings of where not to go and where bigger schools met up and what seasons you should go where. You drew small dotted lines spreading out from your island, tracing along a larger, older circle. It seemed as though your home were encased in a dome of fog. It ended at roughly similar coordinates each day, and rarely did you see it dissipate. 

You liked to track where it ended, searching for a hint for something. You weren't sure what you were trying to solve, or how anything connected- you knew you had to work it out though. 

As you left the sight of the misty wall, you began to lower your net in the water, watching as the hemp material all but disappeared as it sank into the depths. There was a lot of waiting in this job. 

As you drifted, you looked out at the dull sea- the clouds overhead having turned everything into a blueish grey. It was lonely at times; boring at others. Minutes turned to hours and hours to days. Days and days of looking out at nothing but blue. Sevens, it was lucky to even run into a merchant ship- anything to keep you from going crazy. As time ticked by, you were left wondering what to fill the empty minutes with. Tic-Tac-Toe? No, it’s no fun to play by yourself. Filling in the Captain’s Log? There wasn’t really much to write about either- not even far fetched theories on the nature of the misty dome. And you didn’t particularly feel like doing that kind of work anyways.

You sighed and looked out at the sea, pondering the idea of hiring a deck-hand. You were sure Ace and Deuce would be happy to hang around on a little journey out to sea, if only to escape their boss from having their heads… Actually, considering the amount of meticulous tasks there were, those two probably wouldn’t be the best to hire. You also doubted Riddle would even allow them to spend that long away from work to fool around on your boat anyways. Perhaps your cat - a gluttonous grey chartreux- could stand to see where you went so often for days on end. However, the more you spent thinking the more you realised what a disaster that would turn out to be. Fish, Grim and hard work would not be a very good mix.

Sighing again, you looked out into the surrounding ocean - after all there was very little else to look at. You leaned on the edge of your boat, looking up at the seabirds that occasionally flew above your boat. Their loud calls echoed through the expanse of the open seas as they dived down below looking for their next meal. It all felt like a careful, frenzied dance. Like the outstretched arms of spinning dancers just shy of missing each other. Their wings whirled as the oceans twirled, opening its mouth for them to enter within. They would launch out again, fish of all sorts wrestling against them as they were made a meal. Everything danced, everything moved around, spinning and spinning into each other- your own personal vicious ballet to view. 

Suddenly, there was a pause in it all. A flash of light. Then a splash of a long, slender scaled tail. Everything felt as though it stopped, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as you stood up straight. You surveyed the sea with a critical eye, leaning over the edge as you tried to force your eyes to see past the blue barrier of the darkened ocean. You spied black tendrils, something pale and a bright flashing emerald green. The scales when they had breached earlier were gleaming, managing to catch what little light the sun provided. You stood back from the edge, throwing your hands away as though burned. 

Could such tales your father spoke of be true? Could it have been…

You were no stranger to tales of mythical creatures. In taverns you had often overheard tales of 30ft long tentacles ripping great hulking ships in two as though it were nothing, legends of whirlpools the size of whole countries sucking fishing boats into its mass. Stories of sirens driving sailors mad with their voice along. And quite frequently of mermaids, most of such from your father. 

Could it have been a trick of the light? Could such an impossible sight be a cruel joke your mind was playing on you? Sailors were often plighted by ocean madness, could it be ailing you? But with such a calm, darkened ocean there was no possible way you could mistake something for the view you just saw. 

Half fish, half human- something your father avidly believed in. You let out a shaky breath as you took another step back from the edge. Petty beasts, you corrected. No matter what role they played in the stories spun by him whilst at sea together, whether they were healers, guides, all powerful; they were always spiteful at heart. Without feelings, without empathy. Accursed and too far removed from the Sevens love. 

You tried to recompose yourself, ignoring your rapidly beating heart. You closed your eyes briefly, remembering an encounter with two passing merchants from the Scalding Sands. Kalim and Jamil, if your memory served you right. Kalim had been excitedly telling you he once saw a mermaid- with scales of amethyst and a beautiful face- just a ways past the Coral Sea. Taking a swig of your drink, you prayed to never see such a beast. He didn’t understand, others did.

You knew all too well what became of people driven by delusion. Stuck in sights they couldn’t prove they’d seen.

After more minutes of staring into the expanse of blue below bore no change to the surface and what came from it, you breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it merely was a trick of the light. You wouldn’t be swayed by delusion or superstition, you thought, taking one last look back as you returned to the steering room. Maybe you should fill your logbook out after all.

There was no fog out here, but dark clouds remained above. You felt an odd itching feeling build within. The air felt dry around you, but there was still a pleasant warmness to it. You’d been sailing long enough to know there was nothing good about that. You left the steering room, deciding to bring your net in one final time. It had been a full day out at sea already, and your initial gut feeling was correct- you had a good haul. However you would have to cut the journey short, for you wanted to make it back before whatever was brewing above hit. You heaved in your catch- all herring as usual.

Part of you felt almost disappointed nothing ever came of that long tailed mer- creature, but another, far larger part of you was relieved to not bring such a bad omen onto your boat. With your catch, you made your way down into the cabin to pack them away in ice-filled crates. Your step backing a bit more speed than usual and a furrowed brow were the only visible signs of your worry. 

It felt a bit silly to believe that the ocean could sense fear the same way a predator could- that it could smell the trickle of nervous sweat running down your forehead, or feel the increase of your heartbeat vibrating through your body like a snake hiding beneath sand, waiting to strike. Yet despite knowing how irrational this fear was, you still attempted to keep up the brave face to cover the increasing worries seeping through you. 

Looking down, each fish was stacked into a crate, their scaled bodies writhing against each other as the cold sent them slowly into shock. You once heard someone call herrings 'silver darlings’ at the markets once, for their scales were as slick and as bright as liquid mercury. Ever since you were a child fishing with your father you had seen schools of them shimmer beneath the golden setting sun. The soft yellow light radiated off their scales, penetrating past the blanket of darkening blue above them. Standing by your father, he would smile down at you. Fleeting moments that had long fled, and you were grown now, left to appreciate the sight alone.

The herring’s stare had also long unnerved you. They seemed to look right through you with those bulging, cold dead eyes. They were nearly as large as their head, with uneven black pupils surrounded by a moat of silver. The pupils weren’t perfect circles like most creatures- hell, not like most sea creatures, giving them an awkward gaze. When you would scale them, oftentimes the vessels near their eyes popped, leading to them being filled with blood and turning the silver iris a dark red- as did their flesh when they were smoked. A ‘red herring’, you chuffed.

You shook your head- you were getting distracted. As you stacked the crates, you secured them in place with a tan hemp rope. The storm brewing above told you many things. That you would be getting saturated, that you probably should have bought that can of pitch this morning, and that if you didn’t secure everything now you would be very pissed at yourself later. 

Looking over at the ladder that led to the deck, you noticed a couple fat droplets of water had splattered across the floor and began to stain the ladder a darker colour. Sighing, you grabbed a yellow raincoat from a shelf securing it on as you quickly made your way up the ladder, almost an eyesore- you had bought it from the Al Asim merchant.

Procuring a key and padlock from a shelf below, you locked the hatch leading to the cabin as you exited. As you popped your head up, you could already see dark waves beginning to build up as the skies turned black above. You had anchored the boat early, and that was the only reason you hadn’t drifted away yet. After turning on all the boat lights you could, you rushed to the bow side, deciding if you should unanchor or not. On one hand, you could remain secure to the seabed, and hopefully not be bashed around too much by the waves. The seabed wasn’t too deep, but it would still take about 5 minutes for you to unanchor; it already began to rain, you didn’t have long till the storm decided to hit. 

But on the other hand, the anchor could be ripped out by the waves if they were harsh enough, and you would be in a very precarious situation. Also depending on where the waves hit, your boat could take a lot of damage. If you were to push it enough now, you might be able to get away before the worst of the storm hits. You were a few hours away from home, and you weren’t a fan of returning late in the night. However the more you spent thinking about it, the less time you had.

You let out a huff as you decided to bring the anchor in, listening to the rusted chain rattling as you strained to pull it up into the boat. You heaved and panted as the boat now began to rock to-and-fro amidst the navy waves, with white foam occasionally spraying across the deck and soaking the few exposed parts of your body. Your rubber gloves clutched onto the chain as you used your full body force to pull it on board, silently praying you wouldn’t lose your grip or slip on the rapidly wettening ground. Your teeth were clenched so hard you near feared they would shatter had you not done this hundreds of times before.

Lead grey clouds let out deep rumbles above as they sat across the skies, a fully darkened suffocating mass. Splutters of rain fell harder and colder as the minutes pressed on, and you shivered despite the layers of clothes you wore. Your boots squeaked against the slippery wood below with each step, your heart near palpitating as you tried not to fall.

You anxiously watched the stygian waves around you, relief spreading through you as the anchor finally revealed itself from the embrace of the sea. “Finally,” you wheezed as you locked it back in place, a dull ache spreading through your tired arms. Looking around you, you wished the clouds from this morning were enough to persuade you from going out to sea. You weren’t a fair weather fisher by any means, but you were foolish to doubt the storm brewing.

And as such, whatever God of Storms existed decided to unload all they had on you. Waves were beginning to build all around you- far worse compared to before pulling up the anchor. Rain was pelted down as well, dying your world a dark and vicious grey haze. You would have to get to the steering room soon to even have a chance to get yourself out of here. Spying something from the corner of your eye, you look to the left, just in time for a leviathan wave to crash beside the boat, throwing your little ship like a ragdoll with its sheer force. You quickly gripped onto the railing, practically hugging it as you used everything from your fingers to your arms to remain on the boat. You were sure your fingertips were turning white as you clutched with all you had, waiting for the spinning to stop so that you could dash into the steering room that sat at the other end of the boat. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you tried to calm your breath.

The boat suddenly began to tilt upwards at the bow, and looking down past the railings you saw another large wave begin to build up towards the sky, slowly pulling your boat up at its base. Your heart dropped. From the sheer size and speed, it was likely a rogue wave. This quickly shifted to a ‘get into the steering room to have any chance of living’ situation. You would, quite simply, die if you were to stay out here. The chances of survival even in the steering room began to dwindle too, you knew it deep down.

Grabbing a spare rope, you made a run for it. You all but swung the door off its hinges as you barged into the room, swiftly slamming it shut. You clutched the steering wheel and pulled the level below to full throttle, feeling the vibrations of the propellor as it whirred to life amidst the chaos around. You tried your best to power the boat across the water, pulling the wheel to turn the boat as fast as possible.

If you were to go forward away from it and take the full force of the wave from the stern-side, you would be completely wiped out- same case for the bow-side. Repairs would be costly as well, if you were to even survive. Taking such a blow across the side would be your best option, and hopefully if the Sevens were to smile down from above onto this poor fisher's soul, you could make it out before such a thing happens. As you navigated through the swirling ink all around, you tied yourself to the steering wheel with your rope; if only not to lose your balance amidst the shaking sea below. Thunder rolled above, near deafening as the noise rang through your ears. Your father always knew how to stay calm in storms- you wished desperately for any kind of guidance in a prayer spoken through gritted teeth.

Just as you neared the whirling edge, the curling mass of water above decided to give in, crashing down on itself with a noise not unlike the thunder above. Water quickly blackened the windows in front of you and began to seep through the cracks in the door. You cursed loudly, oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck. In hindsight, you should have bought more seels. Actually, you could have done a lot more in hindsight.

Everything then began to groan and creak as you felt the boat begin to tilt even more. You grabbed onto whatever you could and braced yourself as it then rolled over, again and again and again, as you were blown several metres across the abyss. You tried to remain upright the best you could, but even as it finally stopped spinning and something other than water could be seen through the window, your ship continued to be roughhoused by the conditions around you. Suddenly you lost your footing, smashing your head against the ship's wooden wheel- the world turning black again, as though your head was underwater.

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Somewhere on a lonely little island in the middle of a stormy sea, two men sat in a quaint little cottage slouched by a cosy fire; its warm glow the only thing illuminating the decorated space. The ginger one of the pair looked out the window, watching out as rain pelted loudly against the glass panes. Time was passing on still, and the night began to grow late. There was nothing to do but sleep. He sighed, bored as he looked over at his usual accomplice, a worried look staining the bluenettes face.

“Yuu is fine, Deuce - they’ve handled weather like since before they could even walk,” he said, a relaxed grin hiding his own uneasy feelings.

“I know, but it feels weird that we’re relaxing in their house by a fire while they’re stuck doing Sevens knows what in the freezing cold alone!” He said exasperated, startling the sleeping grey cat, “Sorry Grim,”

Grim merely mewed in return, promptly falling back to sleep.

“See, Grim isn’t worried about them- you should follow in his paw prints,” Ace said lightheartedly.

Deuce scowled at him in return, and the two promptly argued to the background of distant thunder and rolling waves against jagged cliff-side rocks.

[milo-aime-les-robots]

was thinking about it, but i genuinely want to tell my friends that i don't MIND that they say they find me hot, fuckable, kissable. I might gay panic positively or answer weirdly but gooooood it feels good

idk if it's my hormones fucking me up again but i gotta ask at one point my gf is she minds me feeling sexual about my friends. Like. She's the only person in my life with who I feel happy in a relationship with. She's my routine, my love, my romance, my wife, my other half. But i genuinely want to try to fuck with other ppl

I'm being so normal about the fact that my friends find me desirable. Like yessssss keep telling me I'm hot and sexy and have gay panic about my outfits and me, I'm gonna have to ask my gf if I can kiss you on the lips :/

[streets-in-paradise]

From the Deepness of the Sea - Hector x Siren!Reader

Requested by @alysinwonderland-at-tea

" Excellent, so here's the idea, Hector x mermaid reader, she's captured in a fishing net and several sailors are poking at her and arguing about killing her, Hector saves her, cleans her wounds, bonus if she's like Serena from PotC and has legs out of water. Maybe some smut too, just Hector being so gentle with her. "

Warnings: Mixed lore for the mythical creatures to fit the specifications on the request. Since I don't remember mermaids existing in greek mythology, i'm calling them sirens to make it feel more accurate with the time period. I know those were actually bird women, but here they will look like mermaids. For the romance plot to work, i kept only the esense of the siren lore.

Summary: Greek legends land on trojan shore and the dangerous omen they bring forces the need for an exploration. Prince Hector gets on board with a crew of warriors and sailors in order to investigate, followed by his younger brother inspired by mythical curiosity.

When the tales turn out to be true, the battle for suvival ends with the reckless taking of a hostage. Refusing to engage in pointless vengeances, the trojan leader opts for a peacefull resolution taking the dangerous creature under his protection. Despite he believes to be discovering a human resembling side on the siren, his own humanity ends up fascinating her.

Note: The intro scene is inspired in POTC, as the request suggested, and in this painting . I know there was more plot specified in the request, but since this one got too long I will do the rest on a continuation.

Heroic expeditions weren't a typical point of encounter for the Princes of Troy, but each one found partícular reasons to participate together in one. Rumours among sailors and fishermen warned about the possibly for a very dangerous plague to start infesting trojan sea. Normally, that sort of investigation would be delegated to a tripulation of trustfull warriors on board in one of the king's ships. Still, Hector insisted on leading it because he wanted to show he was as willing to risk his life for his men as they would do for him. In contrast, his younger brother expressed an unusual enthusiasm on joining adventures due to the particular characteristics that one presented.

The men were speaking of sirens, matter that required confirmation before it could start becoming a serious threat claiming many lives. While his brother was approaching the topic from a serious perspective, Paris wanted to see the legends come to life.

" It's said they are beautifull beyond the wildest dreams of a mortal man. " He was repeating to him as he looked at the sea with a dreamy expression. " And some believe it's possible to reason with them, so I'll be seeking to become the first prince in history to win the affections of a siren. "

Hector stiffled a chuckle and looked at him with justified skepticism.

" You will be the first prince being devoured by a half fish lady. There are límits for your charm, brother, and this is one you shouldn't cross. I allowed you on board only to not dissapoint our father, but I won't encourage your recklessness. "

He grabbed him softly by the shoulder, seeking his attention to provide a wise advice.

" Paris, if the rumours are true … This creatures feed on the hope in your desire, call yourself luckly of surviving a close encounter and don't expect to brag for anything else. "

Nothing seemed to break his spirits, not even the most bassic common sense. However, Paris had a deeper reason to expose himself like that and he decided to share it only with his brother.

" I'll chaze the posibility. I'm not a great warrior, I will never be a mighty king, but i trust in my beauty and charm. The kiss of the siren is my only chance to do a feat poets would sing about in years to come. "

Hector smiled, softened by the relatively honorable motivation, yet incapable of not scolding him for it.

" Only fools face death for glory, we are here to protect our country. "

For hours they awaited, as if they were mere fishermen on their boat hoping for the bait to work, but nothing seemed to happen. Frustration started to expand among the ship crew and Paris started singing out of boredoom.

He sang of love, expressing his hopefull desire. In his voice there was the sweet seduction he would have for a lover in his bed. It was apparently a vain attempt of calling the mythical beauties, so when his song ended with no evident result most of his companions started laughing.

It didn't last long, Hector had to warn them of an outside presence smiling at them from afar. A beautifull woman had emerged from the deepness of the sea and she was looking at them with curiosity.

Fear took over the men, paired thightly with an irresistible fascination. Only Paris managed to confidently smirk back, then hesitantly approached to the edge of the ship's deck rigth in between the rowing benches and the eye.

" So the legends are true. " He spoke to himself, indirectly adressing her in his smoothest tone. " I've been told that your kind is capable of understandment. May you indulge me with a proper conversation, fair maid? "

She giggled lightly to his flamboyant speech, splashing sounds of her moving tail making her seem invested on his praising manners.

The rowers lost their positions observing her jumping towards him, easy task given the relatively flat dimmension of the ship conceived for speed.

Supporting herself on the wood of its edge, she kept charming the prince.

" Are you the one who sings? That was beautifull. "

Her human half, a splendid woman of naked torso, was fully exposed to all of them and many others were one with Paris's amazement.

" Not as much as you, my divine friend. " He sweetly replied. " I feel striken by Eros while simply looking at you. "

Visually feasting on her beauty, none of his companions dared to interrupt untill Hector called everybody out.

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU FOOLS? YOU ARE MEN OF TROY, BEHAVE AS SUCH!! "

Most of the men managed to react, shamed by his words, but Paris had to be dragged away.

" Let me have this, Hector! " He started complaining. " I'M NOT LIKE YOU, HER KISS COULD BE THE ONLY GLORY I WILL EVER REACH!! "

His brother responded holding him tighter.

" Paris, you will get yourself killed. "

" How is it ANY DIFFERENT from what you do in war? " The young man defended his point with unusual wisdown. " When you leave for battle, you could also get killed and I have never restrained you from that danger against your will."

His little brother had never spoke to him like that, so it was most likely for him that siren had poisoned his mind already.

" There is no honor in dying like this!!! "

His protest became more agressive.

" I HAVE TO TRY, LET ME GO!!!! "

The bewitching sea lady wasn't importunated by the pittyfull scene interrupting her.

" … Paris. Is that your name? Sounds as beautifull as you, the most handsome man I have ever seen. "

She began to sing, affecting everyone else's will of resistance. Hector himself became entranced and the strenght of his arms began to fade, allowing Paris to escape him.

The young prince rushed towards her. When the closeness became enough, she started caressing the sides of his face. Guided down by her hands, he was dangerously close to jump from the ship near the end of her song.

As if the posible inminent death of his brother would have awakened a primal instinct in him, Hector regained self control for an instant brief enough to save his life by pulling him in the opposite direction.

Two of the warriors on board followed, rushing into battle against her. Suddenly, a small yet dangerous squad showed themselves at the surface to protect the hurted sister.

Trojans fought braverly for the control of their ship, but salvation wasn't enough. The men wanted revenge and as the creatures started to retreat some of them threw fishing nets hoping to catch one alive.

They got you among the last lines attempting to leave. Sounds of mockery and sharp blades were waiting you with frenetic excitement, but their leader stopped the carnage.

" THAT'S ENOUGH! I will not tolerate cruelty, our ríght call for arms ended when the enemy retreated … Are you blind to the clear evidence exposed to us? Greek sailors must have learned to avoid their island, so the sirens are adventuring away for their own survival. If we damage her, her angry sisters will find a new home near our shores and Troy will not survive that. Trade will colapse and our brothers will be devoured one by one. "

Still shocked by the near death experience, Paris had witnessed the episode as he tried to recover and only then began to overcome his self preservative absortion.

" The risk was greater for me, yet I'm not seeking any revenge. "

The men restraining you abandoned their positions and at the very same instant you stopped struggling, it was reveiled to them that you started looking like a regular girl.

No fishtail, and in its place, a pair of beautifull legs of skin as smooth looking as the rest of your body.

In Hector's eyes, you appeared like a frightened naked girl surrounded of men seeking to harm her and whose only partially accomplished crime was trying to defend her sister.

He gave you a cloak to cover yourself. The concept of shame índuced by nudity was foreign to your kind, but you accepted to cover with it understanding it was a well intentioned gesture on his part.

You began to observe him with curiosity, but not of the predatory kind that your sister utilized against his brother a while before. It came from genuine amazement product of the first selfless act of kindness a human man had ever showed you. For any other, finding you in such weak state would have been a great temptation, an oportunity to prey on you. There was no glimpse of hidden lust in his actions, but pure will to help.

His eyes were dark, but his glance inspired an inviting warm that was tempting for you. When you clinged to him, you discovered that his body was able to provide an ever greater heat.

" Should I trust your embrace? " Hector asked you. " I'm not going to hurt you, so I hope you will return the courtesy. "

You looked at his face almost with the same awe an unlucky sailor would have shown for you.

" … You are different, … the song. It didn't take over you, not completely. No one ever … "

Hector understood and shared your confussion.

" The impulse of protecting my family must be stronger than we thought, I guess. My concience didn't last long, I only rushed to save my brother from your sister. He is a good lad, but your hunting methods enhace his weaknesses. "

You looked down, in evidence of your guilts.

" Foundation stories everywhere start with starving people moving away in search for food. " He recalled, referencing his theory. " … That doesn't mean I will let you roam my territory and freely slaughter my kind. "

The warning made you push the cloak a little tighter against your body, as if the coverage was a nervous call for self preservation.

"We have seen you command brave men, and we paid a great price for that discoverment. "

Hector cleared his throat and proceeded to speak as he would when doing a political bargain.

" I will look after you, but I must also make you aware you are free to leave whenever you consider it necesary. Yet, I need you to tell your sisters that our defensive response wasn't an act of war. "

He gazed deep into your eyes with honest seriousness, emphasizing his point.

" As long as you never again try to feed on a trojan, we will not chase you … Understood? "

You nodded in agreement and he showed you a polite smile. In that non verbal agreement he found encouragement to start proving you he was going to stick to his word.

The men that untill quite recently were up to harm you were then sent to improvise a confortable spot were Hector reclined you to start searching for wounds in need of tending. With caring touch he took care of you, focusing allways on your healing and not in perceiving your forms.

As his hands comforted your body, Hector also distracted you with his conversation. His cassual way to approach topics made you feel good with him, since it was clear he wasn't speaking to impress you. Normally, men would only speak to you as something they wanted for themselves and you would go along with it. When the trojan prince asked your name, you realized that you didn't remember any other before caring to know it.

He was treating you like if you were some normal girl, maybe a foreign princess visiting his country that he had to entertain.

Ríght as he was finishing to patch you up, he started rambling about the horses in his stables. Not as a royal bragging wealth, but as a humble man telling you of things he loved.

" Have you ever saw horses before? Forgive me, i forgot to ask. Since you appear capable of leaving water I assumed you may have mixed yourself in human populations and can understand what i'm saying. "

His sudden apology midway into it made you understand he actually cared for your perspective.

" I do, just never got too close to one. "

You flinched due to the burning ich after the last cut in your abdomen was cleaneased with wine to stop an infection.

Hector kept talking to you so you won't focus on the pain.

" Well, us trojans are the world's best horse breeders. People come from every corner to buy from us. Except for King Agamemnon of Mycenae, and i'm sure he is very upset because we are keeping him blocked for repeatedly attempting to conquer us. We are the last free kingdom stopping him from getting control of the sea. He wants our trade routes and our strategical position on land upsets greek ships. Troy is the gate to the heart of Asia and we keep it safe from them. "

He carefully caressed the wound with his fingertips, applying whatever calming drugs he could find in the emergency reserve on the ship.

Pure softness, respect and care that wouldn't stop amazing you.

" They are not like you. They take, is all they know. They don't protect, they don't care … They take, so we take from them. They have learn to avoid us, so we had to start searching for them."

In your criptic speech, you were trying to explain him that your usual prey were greek pirates seeking for gold and women, predators of the sea stumbling with your island on their way to other shores for looting.

Hector understood you were trying to flatter him as well, and attempted to avoid it.

" In all my life, I have never came across someone who has never rode a horse. "

He made you laugh.

" That should be the less strange fact about me."

You were probably ríght, but he had something else to say.

" I don't care about the rest, or at least I don't have to if you promise to never hurt my people ever again. "

Your left hand started caressing the back of his neck and your ríght one toyed with his chin, thumb tracing his bottom lip. His brown eyes followed the sudden, but soft movement.

He was shocked, but the intensity of your glance distracted him enough for you to crash your lips against his. Although receptive, he didn't allow himself to be responsive ríght away.

The crew was observing and someone pressed a hand over Paris' mouth before any commentary could interrupt the kiss.

As soon as you released him, Hector turned to face them.

" We have closed a deal, no harm will reach Troy. "

[devils-tarot]

The Fool's Journey (1 of 3)

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Just a Disclaimer: english is not my first language, so there will be mistakes. Sorry about that.

Part 2: is available here.

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Once upon a time... This is how we can start the story of the arcana with no number, The fool. I'll show you one aspect I love the most on the Tarot: its mith.

But first lets get a few things clear before we get to the main subject here. Everything I'm about to tell here is A MITH not a historical event. It holds mysteries on my tradition, and we do not expect it to make sense to everybody.

All I'm about to share is about the Tarot Deck with 78 cards, in wich 22 of them are major arcana and the rest are minors. The story of The Fool goes withing all the major arcana, therefore, the 22 cards all together is the The Fool's Journey.

The first one to tell a story like this was Roberto Caldeira in his book Caminho do Louco, published in Brazil. And one of the aspects of our system towards Tarot is: it tells all the stories, the old ones and the yet to come, so, the one I'm sharing here is my version of it. To see my master's version, get his book.

That being said, here we go. Hope you have fun!

There once was a man who used to live his life like everyone else was. Day by day he did just what everyone was doing: work during the day, ate anything that could look like food, complain about life, complain about others, complain about work, and sleep late in the night just to wake up early next morning to repeat everything, again and again...

One day he woke up, got dressed and walked out the house to go to work when he tripped over his own foot and fell down the stairs. In that moment, while he wasn't neither safe nor on the floor, but somewhere in between, his hole life has passed trough his eyes, and for a fraction of a second it was almost like he was in another reality.

Suddenly, he found himself on a cliff, with a dog chasing him. He quickly noticed his strange clothes and luggage (if we can call it that). Nothing there was understandable to him. He didn't understand what was happening, but overcome by the need to survive, to stay alive, he threw himself off the cliff into the unknown.

This urge to stay alive transformed the man into The Magician.

"OK, Now this?" he thought to himself. He had changed his clothes, had a cape now, everything was so weird. He decided then to open up the bag he was carying, he had to know what was in there...

A sword, a chalice, what seemed to be a disc of gold, and a staff... He knew everything he had carried with him, but what would he do with those was still a mystery.

He than decided he had to keep going, wherever he was going to. This urge kept chasing after him, the urge to live. And so he did. He used the disc as mirror sometimes, had the sword to help on fishing or chasing animals, the staff helped him walk, and the days where going, but not flowing.

He then decided to put his instruments in front of him and did something he had not yet tryed. Observation. And so he stood there, thinking, and in the processes, his mind got free. He was infinite, and he knew it. That moment everything made sense.. He had seen everything, as above so below, and as suddenly as that he changed to The High Priestess.

The Fool is now fully conected and awere of himself in the world. The high priestess has overpassed the mistery, and so our character now understands more of whats happening aroung him. His in some "spiritual existence", or so he thought.

During that time, the Fool got to learn more about his instruments. He then discovered that the sword was all about his soul, his discipline in order to be trustfull. That sword was a reminder that life will train you as a Warior, to fight for your life, for your existence. It's how it works for every being on the planet. We gotta fight for our existence. With discipline.

The chalice was a way of checking his emotions and dealing with them. Remembering to keep his water clean in order not to get thursty! It also showed him that, he was thursty of love, of happiness, of life. Know he could seed that. Oh, and that mirror? Yes, that golden disk reflected him to himself. "Are you worthy? do you feel worthy? what are you wothy for?" As a reminder to forge himself into a better and more beauty version of himself. That just growed bigger and bigger.

That staff became something more to him. Now he had a purpose: to improve. Improve himself for himself. He deserved it! And so he start day by day studying his own life, lookig inside him, fighting his demons.

He was so immersed in the experience he was living, that he barelly saw how much he accomplished. And when he stopet for a bit to look aroung him, everything was diffent. He had became The Empress.

Each achieviment of him was like a child: he was giving birth not to humans, but to his own desire. And there was a bunch of them already, growing all around him. He was no longer thursty for life, or happiness... He started seeing that everything he did had bring something new to his life.

He couldn't be happier. Thouse days were so great he just kept going, chasing his dreams, making them come true. He realized that the urge he felt some time ago was still there, but had chenged, as he did over the time. Something felt different.

He than decided to do what he learned already: ask the universe, life will talk to us. His conection was still on point, and he started to realize he had been manifesting all this glory and life, but where was it? What he had in the end? Was him high? Just as a mother takes responsibility for her children, he needed to take responsibility for his dreams too. It would not be enough to reach them, we must maintain them.

So, our man started to put order in his life. He had a sword, he need to discipline himself. And that made him The Emperror.

Disciplined, our Emperor conquered his life, dominated his daily life facing his main enemy: laziness.

It didn't take long until this whole result catch the attention of the people around. It's not every day that you see a kingdom emerge out of nowhere like this, in your neighbor's backyard. After attracting so much attention, the emperor ended up noticing the society around him.

Thus he observed the people, their customs, and noticed a lot of himself in others. He noticed his old tricks, his struggles, his improvements. They weren't that different, and he could see that.

And suddenly he asked himself: "everything I've been doing, everything I've been fighting for: my wealth, my success, my work, my life, is all of this my will or is it theirs? Who made me?"

Thinking about that, with all the discipline he had learned with the emperor, it was not difficult for him to change again, this time into the Hierofant.

Society is such a complex theme, don't you think? We organize our lifes in so many different ways, with different traditions, with different gods (or its absense). The Fool as deeply mesmerized by the fact that he had been following rules over rules, and all of it was our. We made them. So they made him. That's what he was thinking. He had to do something differente. And so he tried.

He decided to test and question every rule he came across, and in this process a lot happened. He discovered new places, with new people, who had new customs. And when he put into practice what he had learned in the last few months, he came to the same conclusion: Whenever I discover something, I become aware of something, I have the opportunity to dive into it, and when I see results I know: discipline leads to success. The magician, the high priestess, the empress and the emperor had already taught this to the Fool.

Thus he realized that yet another mystery had been revealed: society. Yes, all of us. Our complexity, our characteristics, our possibilities of existence. What do we devote our lives to? He questioned himself rhetorically.

In that moment he wondered, what do I want to do now? And the Lovers he became.

He look up and saw an angel. Was it god? Could it be god? Well, there was no need to worry about the answer. He just asked, and got answered.

After a while, The fool learned so manythings with the angel that got him into thinking that everytime he decided to do something, his wish as blessed by God. Even the bad choices he made was blessed. If life was a road, it sould be a big crossing streets, and the present time is right in the middle of it.

Every decision he made took him somewhere. Some places were goog, other not so much. When he choosed to give himself the attention and care hi needed the things went well. But whenever he let go of his own live, he got lost in his own life.

The should be a mystery, and he was right. He learned that what mooves him is his wishes to became better. He got to understand (finally!!!) the urge he felt. It was DESIRE.

He then realized he was free. Free to choose his own path, to go wherever he wanted. There are so many possibilities for us out there, he tought, and so he decided he was going foward, and that's how he turned into The Chariot.

Now, the angel of life on the previous card had given the Fool a perspective of life, and with an open mind he persued his desire. The star on the forehead show us that he could see the world from a new perspective.

But something was off. The chariot no longer moved. After trying and trying, he only walked in circle. After sometime re realized the problem. One of the animal was going left, the other one right. How could he go anywhere?

Remembering the old days, he decided to put on practice again what he learned, and voilà, something seemed to be working. He could see now, the horses are actually one: he himself. His emotional body and his racional body, materialized outside him. He had to master them, as he did back in the Emperor with his daily routine. Heart and Mind united into one.

Then, without reining in the horses, he climbed into the Chariot. Armed only with his true will, he commanded his instinct and his reason, his rational body and his emotional body. And on he went. And he achieved his goals. And because of this he was transformed and sat on the throne of Justice.

to be continued...

[chikaarisilver]

MEET MY PARTY!

PJO Ocs Edition

So I had the silly idea of introducing the main characters of Immortal Legacy, the PJO based rp campaing I've been playing with my friends since 2019! After so many years, we've done a lot of adventures together and this story has a very special place in my heart <3

P.D.: these are old artworks (2023 I think?), as I am currently working on updated individual character sheets :3

> Silver "Chi"

My character (aka the sona I made when I was 13 lmao)!

Godly parent: Hades

Pronouns: she/ her

Age: 15 at the beggining of rp, 16 now

Fatal flaw: trustfullness

Weapon: styxian sword

Powers: shadow travel and necromancy (good control), geokinesis, osteokinesis, umbrakinesis... (medium control), ferrokinesis (little control), cryokinesis (no control, only fueled by strong negative emotions).

Personality: really shy at first. Stubborn, sarcastic and impulsive, but also loyal and caring for her friends.

When her mortal mother passed away, Hades took custody of her. Silver left to live in the underworld without saying anything, leaving her mortal little brother behind. In the years that Silver spent in the Underworld, she was being trained by Achilles' ghost and met her best friend Lea, a boy who was being tutored by Medea!

After so many years missing in the Underworld, no authorities were able to find her, so she was presumed dead. Her goal is to find her mortal brother, who is somewhere in NY, but the fates may have other plans...

> Leandro/ Kleanthes "Lea"

Godly parent: Hekate

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 15 at the beggining of rp, 16 now

Fatal flaw: hubris

Weapon: a magic crosier

Powers: very lots of magic. Not only control over the Mist, but real witchy levels of magic. Very skilled in the majority of it, he's considered one of the most powerfull descendants of Hekate.

Personality: friendly, funny and always supportive, but also highly competitive. Can be ruthless and proud sometimes, but that's not something you should worry about as long as you're on his side.

Hekate took Lea with her to the Underworld when the Fates announced a great future for him, even tho he was still a baby. Since then, Lea has been studying magic from different tutors. First from Pasiphaë, then from Medea. When he was 14 he traveled to Eea, as Circe's new apprentice. There he met the only person who was able to match his magic: Millicent, a daugther of Bacchus and his most hated academical rival. After graduating at Circe's Lea returned to New York, looking for Chi.

> Yu-Shin "Yu"

Godly parent: Nemesis

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 19 at the beggining of rp, 20 now

Fatal flaw: loyalty

Weapon: katana

Powers: Energy balance: when in disadvantage, his stats can boost to match his opponent. The boost increases if the source of his reason is vengance.

Personality: sincere, responsible, friendly and protective! Definitely the big brother anyone would want.

Moved out from Japan with his father to New York, where he lived a no-so-lethal childhood. Started to attend Camp Half-Blood at the age of 11 every summer and, eventually, moved there all year round. He's actually captain of cabin 16 and the sword teacher of younger demigods.

These three have a siblings dinamic that makes me so emotional, found family has and always be my favorite trope. THIS is my GOLDEN TRIO. Seriously, I can't spend a day without thinking about them 😭😭😭 Feel free to ask anything about them! If you ask vía question box in my profile I'll happily answer with some doodles :3

You'll probably see me posting more Immortal Legacy content as I'm adapting ALL 6 years of roleplay into a comic!!

[amitytakashi]

Recoding Bill's book!

I've been trying to decoding the "Book of Bill" Cipher codes and I found some of them(Untill the page 41, Silly straws) But there's some teories I have about it, there's a lot meanings that must be realated to some stories or pages wich I couldn't understand it!… I beg if anyone knows what exaclly they mean, or knows the other codes in the book, or have teories that want to share, comment and give the fandoms some help!(Btw I'm not good at English sorry about it •́ ‿ ,•̀) "Even his lies are lies"(Actually don't know what it means but my friends said maybe it means Bill is not trustfull) "Praise the fallen angel"(Maybe we talk about Bill?! Cause he calls himself an angel in the next pages as an tri_angel!) "Let him in and break the seal between what's fiction and what's real"(In the first pages where there was a bloody handshape in the book with an eye wich Bill asked to sommon him with putting your hand in that shape and say "Let's get weird three times" so… we already know what it means) "Doctor of a differnt kind who wants to make his patient blind"(Since we're talking about word "Blind", It reminda me of Fiddle Fords sect, the blinded eyes, So… maybe we can go to page 101 of journal 3, in there, Fiddle wanted to help one of the carnaval workers to forgot the traumas of his life. Then Fiddle give him a paper with a weird sign that gives Ford a bad feeling. The "Blinded eye" Sect starts it activities from there. So maybe word "doctor" is a metaphor to "FiddleFord" That wanted to let the carnaval worker go blind and forgot everything) "Doctor says: three sips a dau will make the visions go away"(My teory in above can be untrue cause here this doctor canmot be Fiddle, It's Fiddles doctor wich he went to him when he saw what's in portal. But after it didn't work he decided to clean his mind with the "Memory cleaner" appliance that he invented it himself) "Titan's blood"(Really I don't have any clue, What this one really means?!) This was the end for now, I post the other meanings if I find any. Also, I couldn't find the number code in page 41(Silly straws) So if any of you have found it please comment dow here.

[argyrocratie]

the first part remind me of comment on malatesta by a police informant:

"Malatesta's life has been very busy; he has found himself embroiled in many anarchist facts in the different countries he has passed through,(...); he does not assert himself as pro-theft and when you wants to rile him up, he naively admits that if he did not fear the agents who could hear him in the meeting, he would prove by A plus B that he is more thief than those who have their mouths full of propaganda by theft."

-“Sur les traces de Malatesta : les « vérités » de la police”

Most of the people who self-identify as "illegalists" do not actually commit illegal acts, at least not more than the average person, because real criminals don't tend to brag about it. The image of Jules Bonnot and the rest of the gang robbing banks can be very romantic to many of us. But "illegalism" is simply one method of eking out some kind of decent existence in the hell of archist and cratic society, though most of us turn to more prosaic means of supporting ourselves. In any case, illegalism did not free the individual - it led to trials.

[vidcaps]

Quinty Trustfull

[thora-sniper]

Crosscember day 6

It was the last days of October when all of them haven't plan work hard, but that accident break the earth under their feet. All police special forces were alerted.

Crosshair need to go home after his duty, but other guy wasn't in the place yet, he stuck somewhere and getting late. The others are have their reinforcement and he find himself in completely unfamiliar group. This newbies don't look trustfull but one of them was others sort.

She have been trying to organize this pack of idiots into something logically acting, her lieutenant's stripes gave her some advantage but it's still was hard. But suddenly the boundless patience on her face replaced by irritation only for a second, instead of shouting, she switched to an almost sepulchral whisper, and the subordinates began preparing for duty more quickly, took their places, sat down to study papers of another shift.

Suddenly their eyes met. Crosshair even blink under her pressure, she understand that she has familiar, but not according to the schedule face on her space. Ask something into transmitter, she nod her invisible informer and lead her way through the hall directly to him.

-Good day. Sorry for your waiting, and thank you for staying here, - her way to talk was different, she checked something in her papers and silently nod to her thoughts. - I hope that the rest of time will pass without incident and you can go home, but I need some help with the previous duty reports.

-Never say so, because when you use "hope" and some other things... - the alarm system pause him. - All goes wrong, - he finished and start to collect his equipment. - It's not you fault, nevertheless, if you understand.

He wait that she loose her mind and began panic, but this young woman was in no hurry to meet his expectations. With all this patients on her face she began to checked all her men by the list and guided them to the bus. Crosshair was there too, catching all that wary glances before he felt that that woman set near him and said:

-Thank you, according to this report your skills would be very useful if all really goes wrong.

She used his own words, she knew him but he can't even remember where he can meet her. "Lieutenant Vidjany" badge was on her uniform, bulletproof vest, a headset, wide glasses with yellow lenses half hide her features, hairs completely covered with dark knitted hat. She was polite and respectful to him, like no one other ever been. Even his own lieutenant was rude every time trying to find him correctly position.

-But I'll try to make it better than ever done, because we have hostage situation, - she bite her lower lip, making marks in her tab. - Here is the place map, they sit here and here, we think that people are here. So what's your position? - she showed him a map with her plan for work. It looked so detailed and he knew that she had already outlined the most suitable point for him, but she was waiting for his own decision.

Silently watching to this plan Crosshair "hm" couple of times, he squinted at her, while the bus was shaking in the turns. His own commander after five minutes of this would be in his peak of nervous. Lieutenant Vidjany was some other sort and he accidentally find this very pleasant.

-Here, - he put his finger in one point, where he can have the best view to the square, and can be covered by some parts of city architecture. - Not so far from the entrance, but it can provide the best way to act.

She said "uhu" and check this in her map, even don't rise up her head. She gave a quick glance at the bus windows to understand their location and how fast they can be in the destination place. Suddenly holding him by the shoulder, she moved towards the driver and sat down in the nearest seat.

Crosshair blink twice and find the pack of toothpicks in his pocket. Thoughtfully chewing the wooden stick he tried to understand what's going on now. The emergency call wake him up, and gave some vigor, new people, new commander who don't even trying to press him and show him as much application as she could and he can fill himself as comfortable as it's possible when you have hostage situation and should be ready to shoot.

... And he shoot. And the criminals trying to run and hide. And lieutenant Vidjany trying to get them, trying to negotiate with them according all rules. But they have broken and loose. They were trying to catch her and she needed help.

... And when this day has come to an end Crosshair was completely certain that his life would change. He risks for this young woman more than anyone of her squad, she was trying to cover him up. And when the bullets were flying under his head she was there without her yellow glasses and looking at him with emerald eyes, she was clutching a bleeding wound with her palms and talk with him about ... everything. And he heard her voice like something he never heard before, remembered the last corporate party and one girl who was everywhere with her help, words and calm presence. She was there, her name was Thora and she helped him that day. And now she's back, but a shoulder wound is not the same as arguing with a fight at a party. But she'll break through it anyway.

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[rottenangel2]

I think i may let my obsession whit Omen grow to much, but i dont complain. there is some gramatical mistakes, don´t complain, english not my first lenguage :3. there is a posibility that this drabble could have second part, honestly i don´t totally know.

cc: Drabble, soft, comfy, 5.246 words, Omen balls mencioned 📢📢

COZY

Since two months ago, Omen was staying on your apartament, you both had a good and trustfull relationship , and for that he vented whit you about how he felt whit the protocol since he knew something about his past, he wasn´t confotable anymore in the base and you understanding it, so, you offered him long ago a place for live.

Sadly he didn´t have the savings for affort it, so in place, he was staying whit you whit the time he could need.

1:23 AM

You were in the bed, awake, but still sleep, is like the bad thoughts about yourelft let a void inside of you, it wasn´t like you thinked that you deserved the worst, it was that everytime someone gived you a bad treatment you will excuse it and let it just happened, not cry or change it, it had been a normal activity.

You had forget were you are, why and whit who, so when Omen ended apearing next to you scared the shit out of you, not to much, just making you laught softly whit a sigh of relief when you noticed who was.

"I said to you to touch my shoulder when you enter.."- You complained with the voice a lit shaky for the sudden apear, but honestly, you didn´t complained. "What a little girl." he said whit his harsh tone, closing his arms while he laid on your bed next to you.

"You are a asshole, you know right" he listened to you while he moved a little his shoulders, making you frown "What a kind of guess are you" you said while cobering yourself whit the sheest of the bed.

"I didn´t ask you to make a favor" his voice still sharsh, but it was soft, teasing. -"You are out of my hause, tomorrow"- he hitted the back of your head softly. -"Abusive"- he giggled softly in a low voice, his nails massaging your scalp, -"So... i´ll stay here, okay?"- he whispered next to your ear

"Mnh.." you noded and he did it too, standing up, "Where you go.." you complained when he left the bed, opening your eyes and looking at him with sleepy face and messy hair (sorry if youre bald) "I must go, Sage want to talk..." he said as he fixed his clothes.

"Put a little up your pants"- You said in a whisper, smiling like dumb.-"What..?" he asked with sighly shock, not knowing what you meant, "Up your pants, they are to low... i almost can see your balls"- you giggled while reposing your cheek at the pillow, hugging it. "Maybe that´s the idea.." He laughted a bit while fixing his cape and putting it on the right place.

"You want to show your balls while talking whit Sage?... what a weird way from conquist someone, Your balls are THAT stunning?" you smiled like dumb again, his voice soft and a little high. -"Want to know?" he offered whit his hands on his belt, warning to take it off. "Lets change the topic..." you giggled and glanced yout tounge outside a little, then, drowning yourself more deep in bed.

"What Sage want now?.." You asked with the voice sleepy, you were making everthing under your power so you won´t sleep, it was hard. "I dont know..." He whispered, it was certain that he and Sage had a frienship, but Omen leaved and was his desition to do so. "And..'" you said, siting on the bed and fixing your hair a little (Sorry for bald peoplex2) "I don´t want to dissapoint the protocol.." he said in a low sad voice, poor.

"Their opinion doesn´t matter, no when you are the one suffering, Sage or Viper can empatize with you, even had lived similar things, but they will never understand because they aren´t you... and for that you are the one who have to put the strength and continue with what you want." you said firmly, it was horrible seeing him wanting to be free but feel encapsulated by all his past. "I don´t know what i want.."- He confessed whit his head down.

"Then discober it, simple." you said while rubing your hand on your eye. "How.." he asked, looking at you as you cober your mouth because you yawned. "I don´t know... that´s something that you have to discober".

"Then why they don´t think like you... why they don´t give me the space you do?..." he asked frustrated, the protocol always trated him as a family, someone more of the group, but that was what made them forget that Omen is someone individual too, that have his own emotions and thoughts, something you did´nt.

"Because they are not me..." you standed up and putted a hand on his shoulder as a sigh of confort, Omen, instantly turned back and envolved his arms on your wasit, snuggling you against him. You didn´t protest and putted your arms arround his neck. "Im not the only who wan´t to suport you, but if you need me, i´ll be here.." You whispered softly.

In some way you feel the same as Omen, not ecxactly what he is feeling, but enough similar to know how suport him, and if the protocol didn´t did that, then you´ll be the one. that was your objetive.

"I won´t go.." He whispered while his hand opened and holded your back, still presing you against his torso. "What you want to do then?.." you asked in a soft and low voice, trying to confort him. -"Cuddle" he said faster as he could.

"Cuddles will be." you giggled softly when he tighted his hold on your waist and holded you up, pressing you against him while he let his body fall onto the bed, when both falled, you snuggled against him, his hands goed to your hair (Sorry for the bald peoplex3) and play whit the softest of this. his head against your cheast, listening to your heartbeats.

"Comfy?.." you asked with a soft smile, kissing his head. "Do it again" he said and you ended kissing his head everytime he asked. you giggled and did it again, again, again and again. As long he asked for it.

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Jesus FUCKING christ. It's not just kids who are not supposed to watch adult shows, it's literal adults who geniunely think Alastor was actually trustfull when he sang how he sees Charlie as a daughter.

ADULTS.

Misinterpreting the scene where Alastor openly watches Lucifer's reaction while having ZERO not only parental, but any close platonic interactions with Charlie.

UGH this is embarassing.

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I know it’s a lot of characters to sort but if you don’t mind sharing, where would you say the people in the DA fall in the spectrum of trust and fondness for Headmaster Ukai? On one side we have Oikawa who definitely does not trust or seemingly like him, and then we have Noya (I think?) who suggested the name Ukai’s army so he probably has some degree of trust/fondness for him. Where do most of the characters fall within that scale?

Oooh good question! I'd say it's currently*...

*in the 5th story for people who come across this post later. Since this list will certainly change

Least Trust:

1.) Oikawa-he doesn't trust practically anyone rn outside of his small group of friends and he especially doesn't trust people in authority and 2x especially anyone who was involved in the last war. Oikawa lives in rage and is definitely curently #1 to Stab an Authority Figure in their Sleep

2.) Daishou-this is definitely a lot less than Oikawa but I'd still say he'd be next in list sicne he is 1.) a Slytherin who aren't the most trusting bunch to begin with, 2.) raised around Uncle/Minister who never trusted Ukai and would likely let some of that slip, 3.) Knows how much of a fake his Uncle/Minister is and likely thinks Ukai as the other major war general hero is much the same

3.) Iwaizumi-oddly not because of that thing with the 2nd Task but that didn't help. Nah, Iwa-chan still definitely holds a grudge about that thing with Oikawa and the veritaserum from the begginning of 4th...even tho technically Oikawa took that by semi-choice

4.) Kuroo-similar to Daishou, he's way too familiar with politicians with fake public faces. Nothing really aganist Ukai in particular, just not big on public people who everyone seems to praise (which Ukai definitely was as a war general hero before this year with all the bad press aganist Hogwarts)

Ambivalent Range ie The I'm Just Not That Trustfull Bunch:

5.) Mika-matches up with Daishou in that she's not too trusting of anyone who technically has powr over her (by being her Headmaster)

6.) Yaku- Teenage Curmudgen(TM)

7.) Tsukishima- Teenage Misanthrope (TM)....ranks more trusting than Yaku since Tsuki's experience with Minister last year made his ostensible rival (the Headmaster) look better by comparison

8.) Makki & Matsu- Come On We're Still Slytherins Duo....really it's just that they have a bone deep rebellious streak and a long history of pranking

He's Alright, I Guess? Range:

9.) Kenma- Has genuinely never thought of the Headmaster much

10.) Ennoshita- Headmaster's way better than the Minister...2nd least trusting of the Crows so he sitll holds some resentment because of how the werewolf stuff was handled in 3rd story but likes that the Headmaster was able to keep it a secret from the press and student body

11.) Amani- Is a pretty friendly person in general

12.) Shimizu- Certified Teacher Friend (in a good, non-suck up way). I mean, come on, she's been a library assistant for forever. She was 100% the kid on the playground who would rather sit by the tachers and read quietly (this was me in elementary btw). She desn't really know the Headmaster but has genrally positive feelings towards the Hogwarts faculty

13. ) Yamaguchi- 3rd least trusting of Crows, too much time around Tsuki. Still has complicated feelings about 3rd story stuff. Pretty similar to Ennoshita, but Yamaguchi was raised more in the wizarding world so still has more of the Ukai-Great-War-General vibes

14.) Kageyama-Wait, what does this have to do about Quidditch?

Yes, I like Him Range:

15.) Yachi- "While there are some things I feel complicated about [insets paragraph] I also accept that human beigns are naturally flawed and that becasue he also did many good things like [inserts multiple paragraphs], I generally feel that our Headmaster is a good person though subject to human flaws as we all are" (Questioner has long since tuned out). Basically, Yachi's a good egg who recognizes flaws but aslo that everyone's a bit complicated

16.) Daichi-Genuinely appreciative of everything he's done for Asahi to let him attend and cover up aspects of what happened in 3rd.

The You Could Stab Me And I'd Say "Hey, You Dropped Your Knife" Crew....ie the just really trusting in genral bunch

17.) Bokuto- :)

18.) Hinata- :) (Oikawa voice in the background): He drugged you and left you in a forest! Hinata: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Headmaster is a Badass! Group/ Most Trusting and Genuinely Admire Him:

19.) Lev-Dude, Headmaster Ukai fought aganist the Giant! He's Awesome (But Scary)

20.) Tanaka- complicated family history which makes him greatly look up to a hero of the war who put a lot of Ghosts behind bars

21.) Asahi- Is very appreciative of Ukai for letting him attend Hogwarts and helping him with all the necessary paperwork

22.) Suga-Is so adamantly aganist his family's legacy that it fuels a bit of a blind side of viewing Headmaster's faults. He really does have some very secific blinders that come on when it comes to his family legacy. Overly trust figure of the oposite side is likely one of them.

23.) Noya- 2x admiration since Ukai also helped his uncle get in when he was a student and then helped Asahi and just in general has been just very cool about helping students of various creature legacies (like veelas, werewolves, dhampir, etc) into Hogwarts. Also Ukai's a war hero

Bonus:

Akaashi-who needs trust when I've got foresight?

In other words, Akaashi's too weird on what "trust" as a concept even is to put him on this list. How do you view trust when you genrally know for a sorta-fact how people will behave?