#unrelated to the previous point but I feel like I usually write these as if the moment being captured is somewhere between end of 5/end of

[outeremissary]

How about 3, 14, and 32 for Balthazar and Tristian?

Hello Cassy! Thanks for the ask, and apologies as always for the tardiness.

[prompts from here]

[and to have a posterity note at the top instead of just the tags for once, significant Kingmaker chapter five spoilers throughout]

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

(note: I think I may have played it a little loose with this one... apologies!)

There had long been a sense of protectiveness on Tristian's side of things, but it was a sense born out of obligation and guilt: on the one hand the obligation to do his duty to Nyrissa and the need to return to his goddess, and on the other the guilt of treachery that dragged on and on (even if the victim of that treachery wasn't exactly Tristian's favorite person). There was always a twist of terror when Balthazar was in danger or astonished respect seeing him persevere through what should have been the end, but none of that was that soft feeling. The first time for that feeling was probably some time after Balthazar's wings came in, when Tristian, still anxious from the lingering effects of the Bloom and attempts on Balthazar's life, caught Balthazar attempting to slip out of the capital by himself one afternoon and insisted on accompanying him (doggedly ignoring attempts to lose him). Following the reluctant baron to the privacy of the countryside, he learned that Balthazar had been attempting for some time to adjust to the wings on his own. Before that it was clear that the wings had been unwelcome and that on some level Balthazar was fighting it, and it had stirred some amount of envy and resentment in Tristian to see the ungrateful aasimar rejecting what Tristian yearned to have back. But seeing the open vulnerability as Balthazar tried to come to terms with his changed body felt painfully familiar, and as he attempted to offer advice under the flimsy veil of having known another aasimar at his childhood temple (lies, all lies, and for what?) he began to feel a sense of connection with Balthazar. It wasn't the first time he had seen Balthazar vulnerable- there were more than enough of those throughout the Bloom, and awkward moments littered their history before that. But it was the first time that pang of sympathy blossomed into a deeper sense of understanding. As the initial tension eased the afternoon became comfortable, conversation becoming easy and unguarded. It was awkward but genuine. It may have been the first time Tristian saw a soft, warm smile on Balthazar's face- something that would haunt him a long time after.

For Balthazar, the first spark of excitement (long before he could pin down what it might mean) came when he managed to coax Tristian into a dance at the first festival held in the wake of the fall of Trobold. The dance had been meant as a tease- a bet with Octavia and Regongar that he could get Tristian onto the floor, nothing more- but he was caught off guard when his success didn't come in the form of the cleric passively following along. Watching Tristian linger at the edge of the festivities, not joining in on the celebration he had himself insisted on, Balthazar had guessed that Tristian was held back by insecurity. Tristian came off as so naive and sheltered that it stood to reason that a noisy northern festival would be far outside of their depth- as would partaking of the dance with an admirer on their arm. He expected to overwhelm Tristian, to enjoy teasing him and leading him along. Instead, after relenting to the dance Tristian proved a quick learner (or perhaps already knew the dance from somewhere): he matched Balthazar's pace without ever being thrown for long, and the threat of being challenged for the lead began to occur to Balthazar. When they broke apart at the end it was Balthazar who was breathless, caught in the fascination of his partner. The mystery of that moment lingered on his mind- he'd thought he had Tristian solved, but he was wrong. After that he noticed Tristian in a way he never had before- he watched for answers, but along the way began to drink in the details of Tristian he never had before. Maybe that dance wasn't itself so soft, but it opened the floodgate of everything after: a growing affection for the awkward innocence that had frustrated him, an amusement with the stern edge Tristian's voice took on when lecturing (so often with undeserved boldness for his ignorance), the sudden sorrow that would soak into his expression at the most inexplicable times. Becoming bound up in pursuit of that pattern began to wear away at him to the point of distraction.

14. What makes them feel loved? Would they build up the courage to ask for it?

For Tristian, more than anything, simply physical presence. It's comforting to have Balthazar present, to feel supported and less alone. Tristian never built many close friendships before the betrayal- easier to keep just a bit apart from people you'll let down in the end, and to avoid becoming caught in the messy tangle of mortal lives to leave without regret at the end (or at least, as little regret as can be managed with the circumstances). But despite that, Tristian is a lonely person, and there was something about being drawn again and again into time with Balthazar that became something of a comfort. That loneliness intensifies after the betrayal: their relationships with most people they know in the Stolen Lands have been soured by their actions, and leaving Nyrissa behind meant leaving even the illusion that one day they might return to Sarenrae. Simply having Balthazar present brought a sense of normalcy that kept them grounded. And similarly, there's something about physical touch that's grounding. It makes them feel at home in a body that they're still struggling to accept. It reassures that despite all of the misdeeds and the hurt, they're still worth touching, worth being in contact with. When they can feel Balthazar at their side they know without a doubt that they have a place in the world still, no matter how much has changed. Sometimes they might ask for that presence or that touch: it's easy to ask for and easily granted. But the truth is it's rarely necessary to ask for it- these are things Balthazar always wants to give.

For Balthazar, more than anything it's verbal reassurance. It's not enough to be close, to spend time together- he needs to hear that he's wanted. He wants to know that he's a choice, one made freely, that he's not just what Tristian has resigned himself to. Maybe some part of him is afraid because of his long, long history of transactional relationships- it's hard sometimes to internalize the idea of a relationship where no value needs to be proven and offered. And he's afraid that a better offer is out there: it's abundantly clear that Tristian wishes he could return to the life he had as a deva, and doubt seeps in that anything Balthazar has with Tristian is only because Tristian is trapped. So he wants to hear it: that he's wanted, that he's loved, that he's irreplaceable. Tristian is so terribly sincere, despite all the deception. It's reassuring to hear it voiced. But Balthazar himself is only half aware of this need, and he'd never ask for it if he came to understand what it was he wanted. It would feel like begging. It would be pathetic and too vulnerable several times over. He can get to it only halfway- teasing and baiting out affectionate words or gentle chiding, demanding that his partner be vocal in intimate moments- but there's always a hunger for something else, something he can't quite name.

32. How do their friends react to finding out they’re a couple? Do they have lots of mutual friends? Did their friends know, perhaps before they themselves did?

Obviously there's a significant shared social circle, even if not everyone in it could be described as "friends." ^^;; And it was certainly clear to most people in that circle that something was going on before there was any relationship cemented. There was a period where the two of them were suddenly spending much more time together and there was significantly less animosity between them than there had been previously. The shift may have been most noticeable with Balthazar- after all, this coincided rather cleanly with breaking things off with Regongar (accomplished by avoiding Reg until he got the message. Balthazar is an asshole). Regongar and Octavia were the first to put a name to Balthazar's side of things because of that (in not especially kind terms), although they certainly weren't alone. Tristian, on the other hand, was more of a mystery to most: although certainly not a friend, the person who clocked that one best would have been Nyrissa of all people. The pattern of her skylark's distraction wasn't hard to guess at- a frustrating obstacle with an increasingly useless pawn. This also makes Nyrissa possibly the only person who could tell that these feelings were indeed mutual.

The reaction to the news of the relationship could generously be described as lukewarm. Very, very generously. Everything came together very close on the heels of the betrayal and fallout, and between lingering tension regarding Tristian and some scattered concern about Balthazar's judgment in the wake of everything the general mood could be summed up as "wow! I don't know about this one, guys." Eventually the mood cooled into reluctant acceptance- after all, if two of the most drama prone people you know decide to date, who can stop them, really. Distinct award for least supportive goes jointly to Jaethal and Regongar. For Jaethal, becoming emotionally invested in Tristian was the worst mistake Balthazar had yet made- a mistake which boded ill for the future and she counseled him at every possible opportunity to correct. On Regongar's side of things there was lingering (and justified) resentment over being abandoned seemingly for Tristian. The person who could be most generously described as supportive would be Jhod, with the faint hope that maybe the two of them would keep one another in check. A relationship helps with the maturity, after all.

[heart2beom]

Hellooo I’ve said this as an anon before but I absolutely love your writing! Unrelated, but I was wondering if you have any Beomgyu fic recommendations? I read everything I could in the long post containing fic recs on your previous 4beomy account and I loved every single one of them, but now I can’t find anything left so I’m just rereading my faves LOL Thank you! (And also, thank you for writing! Again, your fics make me so happy)

You’re sooo sweet, thank you for complimenting me not once but TWICE 😭😭?? In terms of recs, I honestly have no idea if I’ve read anything much lately so I had to quickly cruise through my likes both on here and my old blog 😭

I present to you the list of beomgyu fics I’ve decently enjoyed (hopefully no repeats from my other list):

-> Message in a Bottle by @delacyrose224

very cute stuff, best friends to lovers...everyone knows at this point, but i'll forever express my love for this basic ass trope (i literally have a full list of books for b2l. the best romance books come from this trope!!!). one thing i loved about this fic is the portrayal of beomgyu-- just a genuinely good guy. the way he was discreet about his jealousy instead of making a whole deal about it, like fuck i love a mature, healthy dynamic, its so freaking cute

-> Night In by @tqmies

a dark fic, but its so good. i especially liked the fantasy element/twist on a common trope. everything about this is well written but the ending will give you some heebie jeebies (cant believe i just used that) its some fucked up shit 😭 um but b2l beomgyu!! (shoot me in the head)

-> A Recipe for Love by @tinietaehyun

who doesnt love a good old b2l beomgyu roommate fluff!?!?! it's soooo freaking cute i swear i never giggled so much 😭 this writer in general is very good with words and imagery, it's incredibly vivid.

-> how could you not know? by @angelbythewindow

have you noticed the pattern? yeah, it's another b2l. i LOVED the use of flashbacks here and the cute usage of the childhood "beanpole" nickname like shut up do you want me to die? the emotions here were OVERPOWERING. i felt everything beomgyu felt, felt everything mc felt, it was just sosososososo well written.

-> Why We (Don't) Work by @cafeseoulmate

haha. definitely not another b2l!!! i never included this on my other blog's rec list (bcs i dont think it was out at the time) but it is my most recent reblog on 4beomy so i'm fairly sure you've seen it. but regardless, for anyone else who's looking for beomgyu fics, please please please READ THIS. i wouldn't say it's a plot sort of story, it builds off of a lot of flashbacks and whatnot, but that's what makes it so great. like you get a feel for their relationship, why both characters just wouldn't work out (hence the title) but then the more you read the more you're like...alright... YOU KNOW?? like fuck, i almost teared up by the end it was such a cute love confession. a must read for all the bamtoris.

-> slam dunk, lover boy by @qqtxt

just absolutely cute stuff. check out everything from this blog, just binge, you're guaranteed fluffy cuteness. nothing really happens between the two here, but its still really cute and ykw i wanted some change here, so this is a sprinkle of e2l beomgyu

-> Stood Up by @imaginidol

okay, it's angst, i'll be straight up. but idk it was an enjoyable read, even though a little sad at the end 😭

-> Moonflower by @sleeping-sirens

really sweet short stuff, i love beomgyu i swear

-> somniferous confessions by @gyu-xiao

i don't usually read bulleted fics (this is the only one i've read actually 😭) but this is worth the read. i genuinely squealed a few times, giggled like tons, it was so adorable i loved it.

-> be my date by @blossom-hwa

honestly a little bit of a blur, i read this ages ago, but it's good because blossom hwa wrote it like trust me.

-> i know i love you by @universecorp

tried really hard to not include smut but this is definitely a little more plot driven than it is smut, it's sweet. a little angsty but i love it. smut at the end is definitely skippale, just concluding it as the fact that they made love is cute enough too 😭

-> check yes, juliet by @fairyofthestar

-> Yours Truly by @boba-beom

so so freaking cute. we're back with the b2ls but who cares, we all know it fits him so well!!!

-> old friend by @hueningshaped

a little bit of a spin on the fake dating trope and i love it. exes pretending to be lovers? hello? i'm so happy the ending wasn't hard hitting 😭

Fics I'm looking forward to read:

-> The Case by @tinietaehyun

not beomgyu centered but idk i love everything this person has written so far so i'm going to tackle this series. give it a read, i'm sure this'll give someone a good mindfuck since it is a detective series 😭

-> Ashen by @writingmochi

i think i might read this tonight actually, but yeah definitely check this one out. i can sniff out a great writer when i see one!!!!

-> Newsflash! by @ijhyo

teaser has me hooked, like everything about the secret identity...yeah, will wait on it.

-> This Love by @delacyrose224

ive always thought a beomgyu and taehyun love triangle would be a recipe for a perfect fic like… it just makes so much sense because theyre so different in personalities and that clash is just a perfect storm for a love triangle. so i will be reading 🙏 plus, it’s decently long! does it get any better?

Hopefully I got you covered for a couple of days anon 😭 I'll go back to reblogging recommended fics again once I get my shit together at uni, too many good writers out here 💔

[bouquetface]

Hey

I would like to participate in your dk game. I always participate in your new game but I never get selected.😭 I hope this time I hear from you. Between I love your astrology observation.💓 So here is the moodboard based on your dk planets.

I hope it resonates with you.

Now to the game, below is my vedic chart.

Thankyou so much for the opportunity. I hope the moodboard resonates with you.

Have a good day💜

hii i’m so sorry to hear you haven’t been selected in previous games. It’s just so difficult to get to everybody.

I sincerely hope you enjoy this reading!!

READING:

Your DK is conjunct Jupiter so it will be different from other Saturn DKs. The spouse will still be a serious, loyal & hardworking person. There is the added traits of Jupiter’s expansion of Saturn & Taurus. This indicates the spouse is career-orientated but their motivation is more materialistic. & to be honest, there is nothing wrong with wanting the finer things in life.

Your spouse will be very devoted. After marriage, there can be a separation. This is due to Ketu in 7th & 7th h ruler in 12th. This sounds bad but it can simply be like the spouse or you must suddenly travel for work or go see a family member due to emergency.

Ketu in 7th indicates marrying someone from a past life. I’m not sure if you believe in past lives but either way I thought I’d mention this just for fun. With Ketu in 7th & Saturn as DK, the spouse will not leave you. They sub consciously wish to resolve their karma from the past with you. They will be devoted to resolving any issues that could occur. If a breakup were to ever occur, it would be because you are choosing to leave. They wouldn’t make it easy to leave.

Your spouse is likely to be attractive & sensual. They can dress well, groom themselves & be hygienic. They are likely very tall. They may have a darker skin complexion for their race. You or them may require glasses or contacts at some point in life.

Usually, saturn DK suggests an older spouse but your sun venus conjunction indicates a younger spouse. This may naturalize itself, and you get a spouse that is close in age.

They are not the type of person who can write you love letters or give big speeches about their love. They will express love to you mainly through gifts & providing stability & security. You can desire a romantic partner. Your spouse will do their best to fulfill this. They may be sentimental too. However, like I said probably not the best at putting their feeling into words.

Career wise, they are likely wealthy. They may do something related to medicine. Cosmetic surgeon, Physio, Nurse. They may have an interest in politics & law too. Whatever their career is they enjoy it - not because they fully love what they’re doing (they might like it but they’re likely indifferent to the actual career) they love their career because of the wealth & power it brings.

After marriage, your spouse or you could befriend authority figures in career. Your social network is full of powerful people after marriage. This is likely due to the spouse introducing you to them. You gain a lot after marriage - social circles, material items, confidence, & likely children.

After the birth of your first born (if you have kids), you will gain even more things. People can begin to recognize your accomplishments - not necessarily related to the kid. People just generally respect & praise you more. This could be the spouse’s family & colleagues. Like the child could make it so you feel officially apart of their family. However, it is possible this praise is coming from your own career or work. It could be entirely unrelated to the child. Either way, you will notice after the first child people treat you much better. This doesn’t mean they were treating you poorly before, they just weren’t recognizing your efforts & work before.

Back to the spouse, they can enjoy having an active lifestyle. They may practice martial arts, boxing, yoga/stretching. They will likely enjoy doing this in peace & quiet. There is a good chance they will want to involve you in their active lifestyle at some point.

After marriage, it is likely the spouse introduces you to new social circles. This can result in your old friendships fading into the back. You will develop a new main group.

Your spouse can be stubborn. They have their own views & opinions. They will educate you on their views, however unlike DK in 9th, they won’t be as arrogant about it. If you disagree, you disagree, they aren’t forcing you to think the same way. They will want to explain their perspective. They will likely NOT be changing theirs.

They are very sensual. A person who enjoyed being comfortable. They like luxury & indulgence. However, they work for it. They are NOT somebody who just says I want this expensive luxury car but never do anything to make that a reality. They are very hardworking.

After marriage, your goals will change. This can be so to the spouse’s influence. Or simply the marriage brings you stability & wealth, so you can go after different goals - possibly creative goals. It is hard to say what the new goals though.

VISUALS:

[dkniade]

This style of writing is the epistolary format! Traditionally it refers to a story told through letters but it’s also extended to other documents like journal entries and newsletter clippings. Hidden Strife is also epistolary with most of its story told through letter exchanges, which I liked.

I wrote it as though we’re reading Albedo’s observation notes on Kaeya in a notebook or journal, and then Kaeya’s letter at the end is implied to be written in Albedo’s journal itself since Kaeya got hold of the journal and read all the previous entries about him. He references the previous entries in his letter, as I’ve pointed out.

I wouldn’t call the letter a fourth wall break since Kaeya is addressing Albedo (the fictional character) in first person point-of-view, not the audience (us-the-reader). He’s aware that Albedo as his in-universe audience would be reading his letter, but he’s not aware that he’s a fictional character in a story being read by the us.

It may seem like a fourth wall break because of the sudden perspective change when Kaeya’s letter shows up in first-person, but it’s simply that Albedo writes in such a logical and formal way for entries one to three that he rarely switches to first person. Albedo’s perspective switch is a little like how the Collected Miscellany videos are (usually) narrated by Dainsleif in third-person talking about the play-style of the character but then Dainsleif switches to first near the end of the videos to give his opinion on the character. Though, unlike Albedo or Kaeya here, Dainsleif in narrating the gameplay breaks the fourth wall since he acknowledges Genshin Impact as a video game. (Although, you don’t realize he’s also a character in the diegesis until his personal comment at the very, so I suppose it’s a little different from how Albedo switches to first pretty early on.)

If I hadn’t listed Kaeya and Albedo’s names at the beginning, I wonder how long would it take for someone to figure out which character is writing, before their name is explicitly stated in the entries and letter?🤔

On a slightly unrelated note, I’ve realized it’s a little easier to write descriptions if I imagine it from the character’s perspective, since my physical descriptions—so, not the thoughts or feelings of the character—in the third person point-of-view often feels dry to me. Albedo is analytical, so I figured writing from his perspective would make it easier to write in third person while still sparkling in his personality. If I were to write things in first person from Kaeya’s perspective, it might be harder for me. How does Kaeya see the world? Is it his internal monologue or is he writing it somewhere where he’s aware that someone might read it? That plays a huge factor in how Kaeya presents himself, I believe.

From One Star to Another

Characters: Albedo and Kaeya (mentions Diluc, Jean, and Lisa)

Genre: neutral, maybe slight hurt/comfort near the end?

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, drinking, explosives, and death

Note: Albedo and Kaeya’s relationship here is up to interpretation. Both platonic and romantic/ship are okay.

Comment: Happy birthday, Kaeya. Many people care for you, you know. I wrote this before I read his birthday mail, so I made some references to previous years’ mails and illustrations instead. It was also an exercise on writing descriptions and playing with an epistolary format, which was fun. It's also vaguely inspired by the KaeBedo fic “Cascading (In a good way)” by Hubbleablubble on AO3.

Captain Kaeya

Rank: Cavalry Captain

Position: [Insufficient Information]

Entry 1: Reconnaissance — Reputation 

Captain Kaeya is not often found in his office at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. One has to wonder why the Acting Grandmaster holds him in high esteem. But knowing that it was no doubt Grandmaster Varka who screened him, there may be more to this man than he lets on. The differences between Grandmaster Varka’s and Acting Grandmaster Jean’s methodology is not a major factor in how Captain Kaeya contributes to the Knights of Favonius.

I shall observe him more in detail during the next Knights of Favonius captain meetings.

Entry 2: Reconnaissance — Appearance

At a glance, Captain Kaeya’s outfit is extremely extravagant, rivalling the likes of Captain Eula’s, making his silhouette stand out against the rest of the captains. He carries himself in a way more lax than what one might expect from a knight, but the state of locations where he’s sighted suggest more combative activities. Occasionally, the streets of Mondstadt would have trails of Cryo elemental particles and scratch marks typical of knives used by treasure hoarders.

The asymmetry present in his outfit is also a curious one. The feather boa no doubt hinders the peripheral vision in his right eye, yet instead of styling his hair to ease him of this problem, he covers his eye by means of an eyepatch. This excessive attempt to divert attention from his right eye only attracts attention to it further. No doubt a deliberate attempt to hide something… for whatever the reason. 

His left eye, however, has the star shape present in the rest of his outfit, just as—

Oh.

Oh dear archons.

Entry 3: Combat — Nature in Combative Methodology 

Despite Captain Kaeya’s seemingly flamboyant appearance, his true nature can be glimpsed in the extensive data gathered in his reports.

Notably, he does not share explicit detail in his methodology, but the hints of alcohol and frost on his being as well as elemental particles typically found in explosives used by treasure hoarders suggest an… unorthodox method in obtaining information.

Despite his official position as Cavalry Captain, a better description of his position in the Knights would be… intelligence.

It would be helpful to observe him up-close due to his reluctance to disclose personal information, though I have an idea as to why that is so…

Entry 4: Disruption — Observer-Observed Relationship

He has noticed my activities. 

He has also asked me to refer to him as simply Kaeya (a curious request). 

“No need to stick to formalities so much. Don’t you think we know each other well enough by now?” was what he said.

I have simply conducted observations on his outfit, behaviour, and elemental traces, and formed some hypotheses, nothing more. 

However, once the observer-observed relationship has become mutual, things are bound to be more difficult, particularly due to his nature. He has started pestering me about my notes, which confirms my hypotheses of his methodology when obtaining intelligence.

“My, the talented Albedo has chosen to write a report on me? How flattering.”

I’m treated as a plaything, another target of subtle interrogation. 

To be under his scope rouses an… uncomfortable feeling. I have not felt so intimidated ever since Master had… 

In any case, Captain Kaeya has shown extreme curiosity in the extent of my observations. He has intruded on my personal space multiple times, and as I am observing him, it feels as though he has been watching me just as much, if not more. 

I will end this entry here, in case Kaeya finds out.

Entry 5: Preferences — Flora and Fauna

I am forced out of my objective state of observation and have started conversing with him. 

Captain Kaeya does not share explicit detail in personal matters despite his seemingly flourishing social life, yet he seems amused at my attempts to converse with him. Interference in observation would not yield genuine results, and it is imperative to let the subject behave in a manner most natural to him. However…

I do not wish for him to be alone on his birthday.

I have learned that his birthday is on November 30th, after exchanging letters with Master Diluc. In addition, I have also learned that his favourite animal is an owl native to Dragonspine, and his favourite flower is the calla lily. 

But why the calla lily…?

It grows near Mondstadt’s waters and can be easily found around the river near the Dawn Winery. It also has antidotal properties along with a calming effect, which—

I see. 

He does often utilize dangerous modes of interrogation and operation.

He seems to me… anxious, at times. Though his expression never strays from amiability, his body language has betrayed him multiple times.

And while I have discovered early on that he has a preference for alcohol, namely a variation of dandelion wine known as Death After Noon, his drinking habits will only ruin his body. A bottle would not make a suitable gift.

I have an idea as to what would, however.

To the Kreideprinz

Today I encountered a rather… interesting situation, shall we say? The Acting Grandmaster has given me the day off for my birthday, yet Lisa specifically told me to head to Dragonspine after giving me a single training glove. A rather peculiar gift, no? Yet to my surprise, as I strolled along the snow-covered path, a white owl carrying a bouquet flew in my direction and landed on my arm.

Not just any bouquet— a bouquet of calla lilies, cecilias, and small lamp grasses. 

What a coincidence that I saw Sucrose experimenting with growing large cecilias with a familiar star mark on them the past weeks. And I do believe I saw a certain white figure near the Dawn Winery recently?

You flatter me too much, Albedo.

What’s more, the owl landed in the exact same fashion as Diluc’s falcon. Was including the small lamp grasses in the bouquet his condition for helping you with this little show? He’s indirect as always, I see. How comforting.

Still, to think that you’ve taken your time with such an extensive report on me of all people… Quite perceptive that you’ve picked up on my eyepatch by the second entry, though I’m afraid you’re wrong about me hiding something beneath it. But don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.

As for that fifth entry, what a shame that you didn’t send a bottle of Death After Noon while you clearly know that’s what I want! You think I’m anxious? With my line of work? I’d say you need to practise more on observing people.

…

From one star to another— 

Did you know that calla lilies symbolize holiness? 

Quite the mixed message there, Albedo.

In any case, a bouquet like this is quite the gift. Are you up for a little rendezvous at your camp this evening? I do have some time on my hands after I finish dinner at the Dawn Winery, and since you have so many sketches of flowers in this notebook of yours, I gather that you’ve an interest in them.

What say you to a discussion on the language of flowers, Kreideprinz?

[neonovember]

Checkmate

husband!steve rogers x wife!reader

summary: growing increasingly aware of an unrelenting desire to be bent over and railed, you ask your husband to change course in your usual vanilla sex life. Be careful what you wish for, you’ve got a genie as a husband and he likes to do more than just get the job done

warning: smut, hints of breeding kink, steve’s foul mouth, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, scheming, steve rogers inhumane stamina, unrealistic bs we love to indulge in, fluff and aftercare towards the end. (pls tell me if I’ve missed anything !) 

notes: first time writing smut, please be kind to me ! I really indulged in this one, and even though it’s not that long, you get an imagine of how good the reader really gets it. Steve is cocky and hot, and you aren’t as stupid as you look. May or may not have a part two ;)

It wasn’t that Steve wasn’t good in bed, he was amazing. An attentive lover consumed with pleasuring you, pulling orgasm after orgasm in the early dew morning after he’d come from a mission, heated hands and thick muscles sweetly sticky with his sweat.

He was far and apart from your previous boyfriends, in fact, there were parts of you, you didn't even know could be reached, stars you didn’t even know you could see, and an intimacy that you only craved more of, before bedding with the super soldier.

But there was always a lingering thought at the back of your mind, an itch that couldn’t be satisfied with Steve’s slow, sensual, deep lovemaking. It craved hard, rough, angry, heated. It carved its way into your skin, branding you with a need that would erupt goosebumps at the thought of. It could only be satiated by his rough calloused hands and your face pushed into the covers, or his arms holding you to him as he unforgivingly pushed into you, your back arching off his lap before being slammed down again, his grip tightening so that you feel him, all of him, and nothing more.

One lazy Thursday afternoon, when he was off a mission and lounging in nothing but sweats hanging loosely on his hips, the summer heat beating down into your shared home, it’s syrupy rays flitting into the large pan windows of your living room, you thought it was time.

You had been psyching yourself up to this point, always backing out last minute, scared for his answer, embarrassment for your craving. This time however, you felt it was the right moment, you had enough time to plan everything, precisely choosing a day where he’d be lounging around, mind fuzzy and blissed out by the summer heat, eyes heavy, lips reddened, head open.

He’d taken the following 3 days off, emphasizing his need to spend more time with you, live the domestic life a little, be your husband, declaring one evening at dinner, you smiled down at your plate as the beginnings of your plan was hatched, and he’d stayed true to his word. Always.

That was how you found yourself sprawled on Steve’s thick thighs, his huge body stretched beneath you as you cling onto his sweaty shoulders, pressing crescents into his skin as you held on for dear life.

You felt separated from your own being, boneless and astral projecting as the band broke and you felt the saccharine flowing through your veins. Your high seems to go on unrelentingly, Steve's frantic thrusts unfaltering even whilst you came undone, his eyes were blown out as he watched your face contort in pleasure, his pleasure. There was something animalistic in the way he watched you, a predator stalking his prey.

Steve gripped your waist harshly, his fingers burning into your skin as he made you take everything he had to give, keeping you so full for him you felt nothing but him, everywhere. His fingers detached from your neck and he slid it down your torso, before pushing into your conjoined bodies, hands shoving it’s way into your mound, finding the bundle of nerves automatically, pressing slow circles on your clit, alternating between rapid and cruelly slow.

This soft, sensual feeling radiating off of his nimble fingers was a stark contrast to the way he drove into you over and over. The dichotomy pushing you over the edge into oblivion, sweet sugar washing over you again as your orgasm ripped through, your back arching, mouth agape as you tried to scream, still words and half letters leaving your mouth as all you could do is feel. Feel everything, his fingers running slow circles on your clit, easing your over sensitive shaking pussy, every inch of his cock stretching through your velvet walls, hitting that spot in you that had you leaping up from him, before being roughly dragged back down;

“No, no sugar, none of that, I want you to feel me, all of me” He said huskily, leaning forwards to whisper into your ear, making sure you felt every breath and heard every word of his command.

Tears filled your eyes as you were made to take everything he gave you, his cock slipping in and out of your folds so deep and fast you could feel every ridge and vein. You wailed out as you gripped him tighter, eyes blurred with salted tears from his pace. You felt him lean forward moaning at the feel of your walls gripping him oh so tight.

“Shit baby, if only you could see yourself now, fucking beautiful” He groaned looking down at your heat sucking in his cock, the wet erotic sounds causing you to roll your eyes into your head, fuzzy and warm, too much.

His hands pressed towards your stomach, feeling the slight bulge that appeared whenever he rutted in. His eyes grew impossibly darker as he watched, primal and animalistic as he grinned out, cerulean orbs morphing into black.

“You feel that baby?,” He brought your hand to rest on your stomach,

“I’m right there, all the way in there, and your going to take it, over and over, day after day, I’m going to fill this sweet pussy so good you’ll be dripping for days” He said it like command, he meant it like a promise.

Biting your lip you smiled as you felt the beginning of an orgasm ripple through you, and before you could imagine the next few days of this pure syrupy pleasure, you were pulled down and turned onto your back, Steve maneuvering before shoving his dripping cock back into your pussy.

More tears sprang forth and he pulled your legs over his shoulders, opening you up to him even more, the angle allowing him to press into your pussy until his hard stomach was touching yours. He dipped down, licking at the salted tears on your cheeks, pulling your lips to his, biting down on them, shoving his devilish tongue into your mouth so you could taste the salt of your pleasure.

“Oh baby, look at you, cock drunk and crying, you’re just a dumb little baby huh?” He grunted as he let go of your lips.

You mumble out incoherently, eyes dropping down as you take the onslaught of his thrusts, hands gripping the sheets in bunches to tether you to the world. Afraid of letting go and drifting off into nothingness, endorphic pleasure rippling through your existence.

“What?, can’t speak? cmon baby, don’t be shy now, I want you to look at me, I want you to see what I’m doing to this pretty little pussy” He growled.

He slapped your face, your eyes opening widely, a loud moan leaving your lips, pussy gripping harder, tighter.

Steve groaned above you, tightening his grip on you.

“You like that huh?, who knew you were this dirty, this slutty. Greedy little whore, taking and taking it”

“Well it’s yours baby, take it, take all of it,” He made a point of pushing deeper at that, before resuming his previous pace, “but remember, and I want you to listen to me because I don’t like repeating myself”

You looked up at him, mouth agape, body boneless.

“This pussy, this sweet pussy griping me like a fucking vice is mine. All mine.” He growled, voice darkened and husky with possession and lust. His eyes strained as he looked at you, glazed out and black, his pupils dilated at the image of you shattering before him. God he loves it.

“Say it” He said, a growl emitting from the depths of his chest, cock throbbing even deeper as he waited for your submission.

You mumble out a jumble sentence of incoherent words, blubbering as tears itch the sides of your face, Steve cowers of your chest, hardened nipples pressed into his mass of muscle.

He slides his hand towards your folds, and before you can realize what’s happening, you feel the white hot pleasure of pain aching from your pussy, the sounds of Steve’s uprupt assault leering pornographic.

He doesn’t pause for a moment before slapping your pussy repeatedly, the squelching sound surrounding you as your slick coated his hand,

“What did I say about repeating myself?” He said. There was authoratation laced under his mocking tone, and it had you barking out the answer before your brain could comprehend.

“Yours” You croaked out eyes rolling back.

“Louder” He repeated the same onslaught against your pussy, the throbbing pain pushing you closer to your crest.

“It’s yours Steve! All yours!” You screamed out, before he hummed in satisfaction, fingers pressing into your folds, as his dick disappears and reappears, adding a digit to the already stuffed hole.

“Cmon baby, you can take it, give me another one, just one more” He whispered, sensing your dazed, blissed out expression as you fell into an overstimulated high.

All you could manage is a croaked hum, throat sore, body writhe and limp as you feel the endless sensations of pleasure Steve unleashes on you.

The sensation of his fingers pressing into your bundle of nerves, and his index in your hole along with his cock rolling deep against your slicked walls, has you preening. Your back brakes, hips moving on their own accord as they raise up, the strain of your back ignored as you chase the orgasm rippling through you.

Steve loudly moans above you, relishing in the tight grip of your walls and he pushes through chasing his own imminent climax, he’s fingers grip your hips and he pushes you into him, his thrust growing sloppy and rushed as he comes so so close. The bed creaks loudly at his thrusts, the bedside clock falling off and onto the carpet as it gives in to Steve’s pounding pace. You're glad Steve built this bed himself during one his wooden workmanship days, you were sure that a store bought one would’ve broken by your second orgasm.

He pushed his fingers into your mouth so that you could taste yourself on his digits, moaning around his fingers you look up at him in a blissed out expression, body pliant in his arms and under him as you feel the electric volts shooting through you as Steve begins rutting into you eagerly.

He watches your half mast eyes, mumbling “yours, yours yours”, and he breaks. Groaning loudly his pressed himself onto your stomach, his sculpted abs kneading into your soft belly.

“Just like that baby, fuck, I’m going to fill this pussy until you’re leaking for days, and you will take it, every single time , until your nice and round, barefoot and pregnant every. single. time” Steve groans into you, eyes rolled to the back of his head, his golden hair now a mess atop his head, strands blown over his face and ruined by your gripping fingers.

He holds onto your legs on his shoulders, keeping you wrapped around him to take all of his seed, slowed thrusts as he empties out. Your pussy greedily milks him, sucking him in as he shoots ropes of milky decadent cum into you, painting your walls with him. He remains like that for a few moments, your thighs on his shoulders, his body pressed into you.

“You did so good for me, so, so good” He mumbles, brain still scrambled, pressing soft kisses to your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, everywhere. His dark demeanor a few moments ago all but dissipated as he returns back to his usual sensual, soft and caring touch.

His eyes are crinkled as he holds you to him, turning you on your side whilst still inside you. You croak out in discomfort, your pussy sore and swollen, the feel of a bruise forming, if even possible.

“I know baby, I know” He coos stroking back your coils and curls, wet with tears and sweat. Your overstimulated frame falls onto him, sprawled across his large chest, your breasts pressed to him, nipples pebbled. Your body shakes slightly as the aftershocks of your two, three, four orgasms spread through you. Your nerves endings jittering with electricity, your back sore from its curled position, your toes wiggling.

He pressed soft kisses to your eyelids and you close them heavily, wiping away your tears he slowly gets up, gripping you to his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

Taking small calculated steps and to not further stimulate you, he presses the automation that sequences the bath to fill with water. The swishing of water splatting down on porcelain encompasses your ears as your body tunes out the rest of the noise surrounding. Steve rubs small circles on your back, soothing the sore muscles.

After a few minutes, he slowly places you in the warm milked bath, before quickly joining you behind. The first few moments of his cock leaving your taut pussy keeps you wincing, the feel of your sore clit and hole without the warmth of his cock turning tenfold. Steve lean body acts as your rest as you lean across his chest, the warm water soothing your still jittering frame.

He begins cleaning you, wiping a clean cloth over your mound that has you wincing, before he presses kisses to your shoulder. He uses a different cloth, one meant for suds and begins scrubbing and cleaning your body, the heavenly scent of cocoa butter and coconut from the soap calming your senses.

Steve is slow and deliberate, he knows he’s absolutely tired you out and left your body boneless and pliant, he couldn’t help himself, you’re just so good. Steve makes a measure of cleaning you up and cuddling with you after sex always, but now, after railing you into the mattress and contorting your body to unruly lengths, he feels the need to double down.

Covering your body with soapy suds, massaging your neck and back, before washing it away with the detachable shower head. He then reaches for your conditioner, all but familiar with your hair routine that he knows it blindfolded and deaf. Massaging the conditioner into your hair he slowly begins detangling your curls, brushing softly to ease any knots and avoid any pain.

Leaning back you moan in pleasure at his nimble fingers rub soft circles on your scalp. You loved when Steve did your hair.

At first it wasn’t easy, and you were ready to give up, but Steve made a point to you that he wanted to know, needed, it was his duty. So you spent almost a month teaching him how to detangle, deep condition, shampoo and braid your hair.

It took a while, but by the end of it, Steve was good with his hands in more ways than one.

Finishing the last braid, Steve quickly wraps your hair, before his softened fingers slide down your front towards your pussy.

“No!, no more, your not allowed anywhere near it” You groan, the frazzled overstimulation from before may have eased, but your pussy was still fucking sore and you weren’t about to have to take a trip to the ER.

“Sh, sh, baby, I promise it’ll make it better” He chuckles into your ear, clearly amused by the fired glare you throw at him.

He’s fingers softly rub against your lips, massaging and rubbing, strategic and careful. He didn’t near your clit, solely focusing on your puffed skin. You sighed out in relief, half grateful for the relief and half mesmerised by his skilled fingers. You had to ask him about it next time.

You leaned your head against his neck, letting out small even breaths as you relished in the pleasure that was relief

You sit like this for a while, your head on his shoulder and his fingers between your legs. Waiting until the skin on your fingers wrinkle and the water gets cold, you both are reluctant to leave the sanctuary of your bath.

After a few minutes Steve retracted his hands from your pussy gripping your waist as he helps you up, wrapping your body in a towel whilst he wraps one around his waist.

He turns you around, your soft face in his hands, he looks down at you, eyes glazed and lips turned.

“Do you have any more suggestions princess?” He smirks, before moving down to kiss you deeply, fully, sensually, on the lips. The frantic, needy kisses from before that were all teeth and tongue replaced instead, with the soft reddened lips of Steve Grant Rogers.

Smiling in the kiss your mind drifts to the well pressed plan in your head, step one already complete. Checkmate.

[tarysande]

Oh no, I've been thinking.

Okay, I can't stop thinking about something ending-related. I don't know this for certain, but based on previous statements and such, it feels like the writers were always aiming for a bittersweet ending. Like, no matter what else happened or how the story evolved, come hell (lol) or high water, that ending couldn't just be happy. For reasons. I guess.

Now, I don't mind a bittersweet ending ... if it makes sense for the ending to be bittersweet.

I critique stories for a living. I'm literally taking a break from the developmental edit of someone's novel to write this post. And the persistent thought that bugs me about the Rory setup is that it is so artificial. Time travel is a pain in the narrative ass. Time travel suddenly introduced in the sixth season of a show that has never touched on time travel? As an editor, I probably would've pointed out that time travel for the purpose of angst, especially time travel without rules that make sense ("I don't know anything about time travel! Except I do know you have to take the most painful path!"), seemingly introduced as a final ploy to make that bittersweet ending work ... well, to me, it breaks the narrative contract they established with the audience. Your audience is going to be confused. An editor's job is to alert the writer to any potential confusion so it can be fixed before the story goes to print, etc. Confused audiences get mad, annoyed, frustrated. They feel hurt. They put down the book and don't pick it up again. Usually, writers don't want that. But they're so close to their work that they need a completely outside perspective to say, "Hey, I'm not sure you realize this, but..."

I mean, I keep referring to Rory as "deus ex daughter" because in literary terms, she is a blatant deus ex machina. Rory is the god in the machine of the Bittersweet Ending.

Now, I loved a lot of S6. I did. My overall feeling about the season is not negative. But ... I can't stop thinking about why the things I didn't like REALLY didn't work for me.

I loved the emotional growth we saw in Lucifer and Chloe facilitated by the question of parenting and parental love. I did. And I would have loved to see a lot of those notes hit not with an angel kid out of nowhere ... but with the daughter already in the picture. Especially because it would have circumvented the icky idea that a child has to be one's flesh and blood to induce such feelings. I also understand that coronavirus and Scarlett's age and schedule made this difficult. But I just can't swallow that the only way to wrap up the story of this show--a show about found family, non-traditional family, friendship, connection, FREE WILL, love in all its many shapes and forms and colors ... was to introduce a brand new character via a device (time travel) that fails to make sense almost every time it's used, no matter the medium. (And then had only that brand new character be there when her mother died. Don't even get me started. Ugh.)

If time travel was always going to be on the table, couldn't we have found a more plausible way to use it with the characters we already knew, loved, and had spent four or five seasons with? A time-travelling older Trixie, say? If you're going to use the impossible device, just ... twist it another way to make it work.

Okay. Okay. So, leaving Trixie aside for now just like the show did, let's say we leave everything about the season the same, even Rory. Do you know what ending makes more narrative sense?

Future Rory sacrificing herself by NOT forcing Lucifer to make a cruel and impossible "choice" so the baby that might have been her grows up with a family that loves her. Chloe's already pregnant. That's not going to be undone. And this nonsense of a "closed time loop" falls apart if you side-eye it for even a few seconds. The Rory who came from the future never exists except in the memories of those she met when she came back from that future. Chloe and Lucifer lose that daughter even as they gain the new one whose existence is not a tool of unrelenting fate because wow this show has always been about free will what the heck happened there yikes. And a choice made under the duress Chloe and Lucifer were under, forced out of them, and forcing them to "choose" a life apart for *handwave* Reasons has nothing to do with free will. A "choice" made at gunpoint is not a real choice. Future Rory basically bullied them into ensuring she got to exist--something, quite frankly, neither her parents would have done.

Instead, how much more appropriately bittersweet is it if Chloe and Lucifer lose that child while gaining one who, because of that angry time-travelling version, will never suffer as she did.

Also as an editor: the groundwork for my version is already laid, by the way. It should have been Rory learning about the importance of free will over fate. The importance of personal sacrifice. The importance of not thinking your young self knows best ... because experience and therapy will help rid you of that self-centered world view. That's the contract the writers made with us with this show. And Chloe and Lucifer have already BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT. (See: the end of S4.)

Furthermore, this season finally HAD Chloe and Lucifer DEAL WITH the only thing that actually would have contributed to a narrative, characterization-based reason for Lucifer to disappear: His history of running and his putting Chloe on a pedestal. Once they really talked that out, his "disappearance" became a Rory-induced trauma of inexplicable fate that flies in the face of all the progress Lucifer made over six seasons. (I would rather have had more of that and less of mysterious disappearing oh no plot.)

And I'm sorry, the "Once you get to Hell you're going to work 24/7" excuse given for why Lucifer won't be around and why he can't make time for Chloe until she's DEAD(????!???) is ... it's lame. If AMENADIEL AS GOD can make time for his kid's birthday party, I refuse to believe Lucifer can't work out some Hell/Earth-work/life balance. Never mind that in the show about partnerships, the Bittersweet Ending just ... destroyed it. Chloe was planning on being God's consultant; she could have helped Lucifer solve Hell's Trauma Mysteries (it's what she did with Jimmy, setting up that yeah, Lucifer could do it alone like he accidentally did with Lee, but doing it with HIS TRUTHSEEKING PARTNER would be more effective). Just as Lucifer could have continued helping HER solve some of the problems within "that corrupt little organization" of hers.

tl;dr: I think the writers fixated so completely on their version of Bittersweet that they missed all the foreshadowing, groundwork, and clues that were right there, already built into the story, poised for a different kind of ending than the one they once imagined. That's why so many parts of it feel almost-but-not-quite right and why these aspects are so off-putting. That's why it's just not ... organic. It's something squeezed into a box it grew out of ages ago.

Ironically, certain elements of this season involved the writers insisting on the FATE they decided long ago instead of letting the story and the characters have the FREE WILL to choose a different, more fitting, more organic ending--one that had long-since evolved past that original flavor of Bittersweet.

[shurisneakers]

harmless (iv)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, guns, mention of war, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: good evening i’ve never been to any of the places i mention in this series so dont come @ me

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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He spends the weekend doing nothing. It’s supposed to be relaxing. He finds it nauseatingly boring.

“No mini mission this week?” Steve asks him from across the couch. 

They’re supposed to be catching up on Star Wars but two prequels in and Bucky could feel himself lose his sanity. Anyone could present him with a random assortment of alphabets, call it a Star Wars species and he would have no reason not to believe them.

It’s not like he doesn’t like space. It’s just that he’s had enough of it and everything and everyone who came from it for the foreseeable future.

“No. Someone else is taking care of it.”

“Didn’t you volunteer for this?”

“I pulled myself out of the case.”

“I thought you were having fun.” 

Bucky’s head slowly turns to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged. “Looked like you were.”

Well, he wasn’t. He likes it here at home, glued to the TV. Popcorn beside him, sweatpants on. Refreshing, calming, slow, mundane, and Jesus Christ, so fucking boring-

His spiralling is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator to the common floor. No one was allowed up there unless it was extremely urgent. Guests were barely allowed into the Tower as it was. 

It reveals the receptionist from downstairs, Marie. She’s always a little reserved, a little shy. But Bucky had seen her chew and spit out trespassers or anyone who dared to get on her nerve. He adores her.

“Hey, Marie,” Steve says while Bucky sends her a friendly wave in greeting. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a hostage situation downtown,” she informs them. 

“Okay...” Steve drawls, waiting for a reason why this was an Avengers level threat.

“They’ve asked for Mr. Barnes by name.” She makes a mention towards him.

Bucky sits up straight. Bits of popcorn fall off his chest. 

“What?”

“They said, and I quote-” she looks down at her notepad. “‘Tell that grumpy motherfucker that I’m waiting for him and that he’s not getting out of this so easily because we have come too far.’ End quote. They’ve also told me to include a kissing emoji. And a skull.”

Steve and he look at each other.

“Well?” Steve prods. 

Bucky sighs and gets up to go get ready.

The entrance of Chuck E. Cheese is more crowded than he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen people in the store before. If there were, they probably only came up till his waist. 

There are a few journalists, a few policemen standing together outside. Whispers of confusion and curiosity reigned free. 

Bucky gently pushes his way to the front. He gets a nod from a police officer who opens the door for him after a quick briefing. 

The place is darker than it usually would be. A trademark, it seemed. The blinds are drawn shut and most of the light is coming through whatever sneaks in through the crack. 

“Hey, Barnes.” Your voice is muffled by a mask that looks suspiciously like it was made out of classroom craft supplies.

There’s a person in a loose chokehold in your hand with a gun pressed against his head. Once again it looks straight out of a cartoon, purple with round disks lining its barrel. 

“What’s all this now?” He gestures around monotonously. 

“A hostage situation. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Got that part down, genius,” he bites back. “But why?”

“Fucker kept harassing me when I was walkin’ down the street.” 

The guy’s helpless gaze met Bucky. 

“Catcalling me, stalking me.” You tighten the grip you have on him. “Call me darlin’ one more time, you son of a bitch. I dare you.”

He wasn’t impressed with his pleading eyes. He kinda felt like he deserved it. 

“Why’d you do it here?” The bright colours were starting to give him a heading. “And where are the staff?”

“It’s symbolic, Bucky,” you emphasise, “He deserves to be among other rat bastards.”

Of course.

“The staff?” he asks again. 

“Gave them thirty bucks and told them to leave. I’m not a monster.”

“Right.” He doesn’t bother refuting you. “Why’d you call me here?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Thought it’d be fun. You having fun yet?”

You shake the guy you’re holding. He gives a small whimper. 

Bucky doesn’t want to stop you. He had chugged enough Respect Juice in his lifetime to know that this guy probably deserved a threat or two.

Hell, he’d even help but you were more than capable of handling this on your own.

“Listen,” he sighed. “As much as I’m sure he deserves it, this is technically illegal and I’m required to stop you.”

“Sorry sarge, I thought you weren’t interested in playing this stupid game with me,” you mock, voice dropping to imitate him.

“I’m not.” It wasn’t entirely true. One Saturday with Jar Jar Binks had convinced him otherwise.

“Okay, so before you leave, do me a favour and call Hawkeye. I hear he looks mighty fine when he’s annoyed.”

His face involuntarily scrunched up. You were going to replace him with Clint? Clint?

He probably took it more as an insult than he should have.

“I’m not doing that.” Bless his foul mouthed friend, but he was a little shit who was too sarcastic for his own good. At least twice a week he’d say something stupid to Bucky and then take out his hearing aids when he tried to argue back. 

“You’re leavin’ me with no options here,” you groaned, using your thumb to flip a switch. The gun looks like it powered up, lights along the side turning red.

If he let you have this, it’d be a bad look for the Avengers.

New York man dies in Chuck E. Cheese lone hostage situation, unable to be saved by same superhero who tried to fight Thanos with a machine gun.

“Tell ya what,” he says instead, “If you kill him, there won’t even be a slight chance that you’ll see me again.”

Your grip on the gun falters.

“If I let him go...”

“I might consider coming back next week.” He’s trying to spin it, make it look like he’s the one with the upper hand here. “But you gotta let him go.”

You search his face for any signs of dishonesty.

“Let him go or you’ll never see me again.” It sounds too much like Clint’s arguments with his dog who brought a live squirrel into the house. 

“Fine,” you relent, a glint in your eye. “but say goodbye to this fuckface.”

Before Bucky can open his mouth to shout in protest, you pull the trigger. The man clenches his eyes shut, face red.

He expects blood to be splatter across his face.

Nothing happens.

A barrage of bubbles floats into the room.

“I meant it literally,” you say, pushing him off you. “Say goodbye. He’s leaving.”

The man stumbles to the ground and Bucky doesn’t make any attempt to catch him. He scrambles to his knees, picking himself up and scurrying out the door to a hoard of reporters.

The door shuts behind him with the chime of a bell.

“You’re annoying,” Bucky states, giving a small sigh.

“I’m well aware of that.” You pull off the mask, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Where is the agent assigned to your case?” 

“Dunno. Last I saw he was crying on the driveway of my lair. I just figured he’d pick himself up later so I left him there.”

Bucky’s nose twitches. 

“You weren’t actually going to kill him, were you.” He shrugs with his shoulder towards the door. It wasn’t a question, more a statement. He knew you wouldn’t. 

“I could have.”

“But you weren’t going to,” he repeats. 

“No,” you admit. “I wasn’t. But I’m glad to see you showed up.”

“You held someone hostage as leverage.”

“No, no. I held someone hostage and then asked to see you. They were completely unrelated.”

“You’re evil.”

“You jumped to conclusions,” you point out. “Would you like a trampoline next time? Maybe a pogo stick, you clown?”

He has a very real gun in his holster. His very real metal death arm aches to use it. 

“No one else agreed to come,” he deflects. 

“We both know that’s a lie. You were going to come back anyway.” You stuff the bubble gun back into the bag. “I’m deliciously irresistible.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” You give him a smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you win this round, sarge.”

He doesn’t say anything. He watches you remove your heist gear, revealing normal civilian clothes underneath.

You walk casually to the kitchen, intending to leave through the back door.

“But I can’t say I lost either.” You send him a wink before swiftly pushing open the door and leaving him behind.

He only watches you leave.

It doesn’t hit him until a few seconds later that he let a criminal out of his hands when there were several policemen and journalists outside.

He entertains the idea of chasing you down and handing you over. 

It takes him only a few seconds to decide that if they wanted you, they’d have to try themselves.

Next part 

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

I've never actually seen Love, Actually, but I know the type of movie, and that's kinda what I was going for!!! So I'm happy that worked out.

I refer to this series in my head as 'my soap opera'.

How silly that one of the most romantic gifts is a bottle of hair conditioner? It proves that Mikes does pay attention to Dani. He truly cares about her and wants her to feel at home. Aww as if I needed another reason to ship them. 😍

All of this! That was my whole ass entire intention when writing this bit. Mike will forget your anniversary, he will forget your birthday, but he will also bring you things you barely mentioned you wanted, and he will win plushies for you at a fair, and he will pick up random rocks he thinks are pretty and remind him of you, and he'll always point at squirrels he sees. (This is absolutely unrelated to the type of dork I like to date.) (It's not.)

🤣😁 Even though Sherlock remains pragmatic and realistic, he still is cute. The guy almost made a PowerPoint presentation, asking her out on a date and I was swooning over here. Like, the whole shy, insecure thing usually isn't what I'm attracted to, but he makes it look so irresistible. I have no idea how Elena can wait.

The PowerPoint thing had me - a student permanently terrified of PowerPoint presentations and their connotations - (jk I love PP) in stitches.

He's mostly inexperienced, so once that's out of the way.... Elena knows it's a long con (and that being a pushy binch is..... not good)

Is August Walker trying to sneak his way into my heart? Because I think it's working. While I'm not into the hard dom dynamic, I'm not against this utterly soft and romantic side of him. Wow, don't get me wrong, I love his character, but he can be a lot to handle. He was kinda scary in the previous chapters and the intensity of his and Anjelica's "unconventional" relationship can be overwhelming, but damn I'm so pleasantly surprised.

His side hustle allows him to buy diamonds when he should be what every student ever was: broke.

He's planning on proposing...?

Ohhhhhh Let's unpack some August!

Yes he is trying to sneak his way into your heart. He's glad it's working.

August's anger management issues are what make him use Ange as Daddy's Little Fucktoy TM sometimes - but he doesn't usually treat her like that much of a.... let's just say 'whore' and get it over with. (Also; it's unlikely they'll use the term 'daddy', I don't usually like itl)

He's a hopeless romantic. He can totally go about it the wrong way sometimes, but he can do the mushy stuff. With Ange, that is. No one else.

He's not broke, but definitely not rich enough to afford the kind of ring he feels Angie deserves.

He isn't actively planning a proposal, he just knows he wants to marry her at some point.

Part 13 - Underneath the tree

Masterlist

Part 12 -- Part 14

Pairing: Mike x ofc // Geralt x ofc // Marshal x ofc // Sherlock x ofc // August x ofc

Summary: It's time to open some presents!

Warnings: Tooth rottingly sweet fluff, if I do say so myself...

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I've been wanting to upload this for a while now (but I hadn't finished Part 12 yet, and that had to come first), because I personally think it's an adorable little fluff chapter. I was going to wait a few days, but genuinely, @geralts-yenn & @deandoesthingstome, this one's for you guys. Thank you for reading 🥺❤️

“Oh, here!” Shit, you thought, he got you a gift? You felt your heart rate shoot up as he held a present out to you. It was not wrapped neatly - it was wrapped Mike-ily, which meant the paper barely held on as he handed you whatever it was that he was handing you. 

“Eh… I didn-”

“It’s not a gift, really, just…” He made a dismissive gesture as if to say ‘it’s nothing’. You tore the paper away, as you’d gotten curious to find out what he’d come up with. 

“Is this why Ari asked me what conditioner I use?” You laughed as you looked at the bottle you were holding. “Or did you guess? Because that would be impressive!”

“Now I want to say I guessed…” Mike replied with a cheeky grin. “If guessing is impressive, what is asking?”

“Very, very sweet, Mikey,” you said as you put the bottle down and wrapped your arms around Mike’s neck. You meant it. Him remembering the one time you complained that an eight-guy household didn’t stock any conditioner, and then going through the trouble of asking your friends to find out which one you actually used? It was dorky, sweet, thoughtful, practical and charming…  

“I think it’s a very thoughtful gift,” you said before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed and smiled against your lips when they touched his. “And I think this is very sweet of you.” The next kiss went to his neck. “And I think it deserves a little reward.” Needless to say, Mike didn’t complain. 

“Sol,” Geralt said as he closed the book he was reading and put it down on his nightstand, “I thought you were going to spend the holidays with your family.” His voice indicated that this was somehow a problem. 

“Yes, love, whatever is your point?” You smiled slyly at your own book, knowing very well what he was trying to say. That being said, you were by no means in the mood for his cryptic little games today; he’d have to speak. 

“I sent my gifts for you to your parents’ house… I’m sorry…” He sounded unsure as to what he was apologizing for, or whether even there was anything to apologize for. 

“I see,” you said, still keeping your eyes on your book. You had been wondering when he would finally bring this up. Geralt wasn’t a man who cared for gifts, but he had come to appreciate the ceremony of it - occasionally. He would happily indulge you for the holidays - Christmas, if your parents were involved, Yule if they weren’t - and your birthday. He begrudgingly accepted a present for his birthday from you, and even then; the most successful gift so far had mostly involved unwrapping you. You assured Geralt that there was nothing to apologize for. And there wasn’t. In fact, little did he know that the problem he brought up didn’t even exist. Your mother had been informed about your plans to move - you had a good relationship with your parents, it would have been weird if she hadn’t - and had handed you the gifts that were intended for you before you left. 

You finally put your own book down, and got up off the bed. From the bottom of your backpack, you pulled four packages. Two for him, two for you. 

“Your mother.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but you responded with a nod nonetheless. “Thank her for me,” he said with a gentle smile. When you unwrapped your gifts you were entirely unsurprised that all of them were books. It still made both of you laugh.

“Are we just going to keep gifting each other books until one of us dies?” he asked when  you finally stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. You lifted your hand up to his face to caress his stubbled cheek. 

“God, I hope so.”

“Elena! Can you spare a moment?” The rare moments Sherlock raised his voice or quickened his pace always amused Elena. It was so very unnatural to see him in a hurry.  

“For you, Sherlock? Always.” Her smile seemed to enchant him for a moment, to freeze him in his tracks, and make him lose his train of thought. It took him a minute to compose himself.

“I know you mentioned last week that you wanted to visit the temporary exhibit at the gallery… I was wondering… Did you ever make any plans to go? With… anyone?” Elena couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was standing in front of her right now. She just knew he wasn’t afraid to ask her what he was asking her, just nervous about asking her in the first place.

“I didn’t,” she said coyly. It was mean, she had to admit it, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to make Sherlock Holmes use his words. If he got much more comfortable with her, she was sure the roles would be reversed in no time.

“Would you like to go together?” he finally asked, voice trembling with the same nervousness she could see on him so clearly, “I thought about getting you tickets for Christmas, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t have any plans already, and if there’s even time, it’s only a very short exhibit and there’s the holidays, and the extra rehearsal for the concert, and you probably have other plans, too, and… ”

“Sherlock?”

“Yes?”

“I would love to go,” she said, “it would be a lovely gift.” 

“I apologize if I’m being unromantic and annoyingly pragmatic.” 

“Hm, I don’t know. I quite like that you took the time to see if we could actually go. It would have been a waste, otherwise.” Sometimes, she wondered if she would ever be able to get it into his head that she liked that he was pragmatic. And that the part about him being unromantic was debatable to begin with. He always gave her the books he’d finished reading and thought she might enjoy, and when her string quartet had a recital, he had shown up with a single white gerbera daisy; a symbol of loyal love, beauty, innocence and patience. What else was he supposed to do? Serenade her? He would play her favorite pieces by Chopin whenever she asked him, that was more than enough. Besides, she’d heard his singing voice… 

“Are you free on Thursday? We could go in the afternoon? Have dinner afterwards, and then the rehearsal?” As soon as Elena asked, Sherlock’s face lit up. He loved that she wasn’t one for ‘sure’ and ‘sometime’ and ‘we’ll talk about that’. If there was an idea, there was going to be a plan, and more often than not a rather detailed one, too. 

“Sounds fantastic,” he said, and he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

“Great, I’ll cover dinner, and that can be my Christmas present to you?” Elena’s proposal made Sherlock slightly uneasy. Now, on the one hand he’d been raised to be a gentleman, which meant he was less than inclined to let her pay for dinner. On the other hand: his mother would absolutely murder him if he refused based on any argument that involved any kind of statement regarding what women should or shouldn’t do. 

“Never let my brother hear of it,” he joked. 

“And, what about your birthday, Sherlock?” 

“Yes? What about it?”

“It’s January sixth, am I correct?”

“You are, what of it?”

“Is there anything you’d like to have?” Knowing him, there was a list.

So, you were fucked. Literally, figuratively. Mostly figuratively. Your brother had ultimately made it home for the holidays - despite your prayers that his train would be delayed indefinitely - and of course you were going to spend boxing day with the Marshalls. You really should have seen that coming; it was a longstanding tradition. All of a sudden, you wished you had played more poker in your life, because you were certain everybody in the room knew that something was up with you. The three of you were on the couch, Peter in the middle, and you were waiting until your parents had finished their lengthy conversation about something entirely uninteresting. 

“Alright, that’s it, mom, dad, move over,” Peter practically flew off the couch and moved to the one your parents were sitting on, “these two are so fidgety I can’t sit next to them for another goddamn second.” See, they could tell something was up.

“Language!” It was a joy to practically have two moms. You laughed when Peter rolled his eyes and then returned to your sulking. It was the Christmas presents you were dreading. Two of them in particular. Over the past few years, you and Marshall had developed this little tradition of your own - it had started when you were thirteen and your dad, mr. Marshall and Peter couldn’t make it to the ice hockey game you were all supposed to go to. 

“Another time,” your father said apologetically. You crossed your arms - throwing a fit already hadn’t worked, and since you were thirteen, that left you pretty much out of options. 

“Mister Carson,” Marshall suddenly said, “why don’t I take her?” He’d been bummed out about having to miss the game, too. Four moderately to severely worried adults exchanged glances. They weren’t very enthusiastic about this plan. 

“Come on, I can take my little sister to a hockey game,” he’d teased you, “I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece.” That got your moms on board, they always found it very cute when he acted as if he was your big brother. Plus, Marshall was one of those sixteen year olds that could generally be considered responsible and trustworthy. Or ‘boring’, as your brother liked to call it. They eventually gave in, after making Marshall promise about twelve times to: drive carefully, not let you out of his sight, take good care of you, see to it that nothing happened to you, keep an eye on you, protect you, and about six other ways of phrasing the general sentiment ‘keep her safe’. He did keep you safe, you did make it back in one piece, and you’d had the greatest night. 

The year after, you’d gotten two tickets to a game from Marshall for Christmas. The year you turned sixteen, you had a job as a babysitter, and you’d offered to pay your own way there, or to even let you take him for a change. He didn’t let you, so you both figured you’d just go to two games from now on. Win-win. So that was what was waiting for you in the pile of presents underneath that tree; a total of four hockey tickets, to two games, that you and Marshall were going to have to pretend to be excited about. If you weren’t, your families would be on to you in no time. 

“Fuck! Lex- yeah, yeah, ‘language’, I know. Lexi, how?” Somehow, you’d managed to get really decent tickets this year to a game you knew he was going to love - and you would have, too. It made you feel kind of sick to think about the fact that you were probably going to have to miss out on it. You had to admit that Marshall did a really good job faking his enthusiasm - you were almost certain that you wouldn’t fare so well.

“For me?” Anjelica said, eyes wide with surprise as she took the small, neatly wrapped gift from August. She had just been dozing off in his arms, with her head laid on his shoulder, as she enjoyed their little stolen moment in her room - though her parents insisted she keep the door open. It wasn’t surprising that he got her something, she was just not expecting it to be a thing: He had taken her out to see the Nutcracker ballet last year for Christmas - and they’d been pretty good seats, too. August was a hopeless romantic in his own exceptional ways, so she enjoyed those rare nights of more conventional romance, as she called it. Secretly, she had hoped for a similar surprise this year. August also made a habit of denying stupid questions an answer, and therefore only raised her eyebrows in reply to her inquiry. 

“Can I open it now?” They were moments away from opening presents with the family, so his timing was unusual. 

“I’m giving it to you now, am I not?” He said it plainly, as if it settled matters - so Anjelica decided to take it as a ‘yes’. The way she unwrapped gifts made August smile; perfectly manicured nails slicing through tape, carefully removing the paper. She had a habit of keeping and reusing it, which he found endearing in a way he could not explain. Her hands trembled slightly when she lifted the lid of the small box. Inside it was a simple, dainty gold ring. It was engraved with the date they used as their anniversary; the day they had first met, September 3rd. There was no other date they could use: neither of them had ever asked the other out, they had never made things official, and after about a year or so, when it finally came up, they came to the conclusion that it would be nonsense to disregard all the time they had already spent together, just because they had never defined their relationship.

“Can I try it on?” Her voice was shaky, as were her hands. 

“For the love of God, Angel, you’re being ridiculous.” August took the ring from the box and grabbed her hand. 

“Wait,” she said, and she moved to take off the ring she always wore - a simple gold band with a marquise cut rhodolite garnet she had inherited from her grandmother. She looked at it with a hint of melancholy in her eyes as August slipped the new one on her finger. “I’ll miss wearing this one.” He had considered that, and it had made him put off buying her this present for a while. Luckily, Leon - who was more proficient than himself in having things both ways - had provided him with a very elegant solution. She gasped in surprise when he turned the ring around her finger to reveal it wasn’t closed all the way. 

“Does it fit?” She was blinking furiously to keep tears out of her eyes. 

“It should,” August responded before pressing his lips to her temple. It did; the gem of her grandmother’s ring slotted in perfectly. He got worried as moments passed and she didn’t speak. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, August, I love it!” She turned towards him as best she could in the position they were in, and wrapped an arm around him. “I love you.” He wanted to reply to that, to tell her that he loved her, too. It proved very difficult to do so with her lips pressed to his. She broke the kiss abruptly. 

“You’re not proposing, are you?” Anjelica asked carefully. She could tell from the look on August’s face - who looked at her as though she had gone completely mad - that he wasn’t. 

“I’m not,” he confirmed her suspicions, only to surprise her when he continued: “If I do propose - when I do, Angel, you can expect diamonds.” 

[botheringlevi]

hah, you’ve got a few points about that, captain :) honestly i didn’t know some of those things could work… i know i can always count on you for figuring things out like that. so, i can ask for you any time, huh? ‘course when you’re not busy.

on a completely unrelated note, the last few days… haven’t been the best. i’m not really sure how to wrap my mind around things, but i haven’t been ready to talk openly about it either. i may never be… do you mind if i hug you instead? just know i’ll end up holding you for hours if-if you have the time now.

i’m more worried about you, still. it’d be nice to hear about your day instead! what���d you do today? have you eaten well, other than drinking tea or small rations?

i’ve got errands from hange to get to soon, so do you mind joining me in a few… if you can? y-you don’t have to, if you really don’t want to.

well, moblit was actually bombarded with things to do so i offered to take some weight off his shoulders. i don’t… know where to start. hange’s office is a mess! there were so many papers scattered around and i couldn’t find the list hange was talking about, and their writing is sloppy on it. they’ve got so much on their mind, it just impresses me they can maneuver through all of it… you know, hange… they… haven’t showered in two weeks?

[Previous ask]

It's not that impressive; they're tricks I learned growing up. But they keep you warm.

Busy or not, you can, Suki. Try not to abuse that power, alright?

Before you even think about telling someone about whatever happened, or your feelings, it's smarter to get a handle on it in your own mind. And if you never are, so what? That's a choice you make on your own... No one else is gonna come and look inside your head.

It's a choice others will accept, too, if they have any sort of respect for you. You're not obligated to put your feelings in someone else's hands like that. And I mean everyone when I say that—including me. You should feel comfortable. So. *Blushing* Yeah, you can stay with me. I have time to waste.

I slept longer than usual last night—guess I was worn out. We're not getting any new recruits until spring, which puts more pressure on everyone who's still here since last spring to train right. This'll be the last expedition of the season (as long as this damn cold snap lets up), so there's a lot riding on it going well... So to sum all that up, I've been planning for that with my squad, and Erwin. Since he's the one in charge of the formation, and plotting our route. On top of ordinary chores, I've been taking small meals to my quarters with me. But that said, I'm drinking fine.

Considering all that, those errands you've taken off Hange's hands better not be a waste of time. I'd rather join you to lighten your workload (and Moblit's)... and get away from my desk, but it's not that simple.

Come see me, and I'll translate their chicken scratch for you, or I'll barge in there and get some directions out of them that make sense. Like all of us, they have a lot on their shoulders... What differs between them and the other veteran officers is that they're distraction-prone and a total wreck without at least Moblit around to rein them in. They'd relax a little if they organized... and didn't stink like shit all the time.

Anyway, like I said. Come see me.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Title: Too Like The Lightning

Author: Ada Palmer

Rating: 3/5 stars

Okay, it was more of a slow-burn novel than a slow-burn, though not by any means a shallow novel (there's a lot of really good character development, especially of several female characters, to the point that my initial impression is of a story about people with a lot more depth than the world they live in might give them credit for).

It was enjoyable, but not nearly as much fun as the premise of the book made me think it was going to be. (Ada Palmer writes about magical girls, which are usually a lot more fun than most magical girl stories -- I think one of the main reasons is that she understands both the appeal of a story about something cute/dumb, and the appeal of a good story and its characters. She doesn't have the magic to make the latter a lot more interesting than the former -- in the same way that, say, she doesn't have the "magic" of imagination -- but you can see what she's going for.)

I liked some of the characters. I really did, even though, again, they lack the level of depth Palmer really needs to make her story interesting, and one character in particular really didn't go anywhere interesting by the end. This is a lot less of an issue for her than it is for other writers of this type (including Neil Gaiman), because Palmer's characters always feel like real people.

One of the things that annoyed me most about the book was the ending, and in particular how it felt like it completely threw away some of what made the characters interesting and worth caring about, to just return us to the status quo ante ("sensible people doing sensible things"), and make no changes at all. (This really bugs me for a story whose central character arc is in large part about the protagonist's transformation into a "monster" in the eyes of his father.) There were some interesting character choices and developments in the first half that seemed, for all their interest, as though Palmer were taking for granted that the status quo ante would hold. But she really doesn't seem to realize that and does not seem to intend to address it.

I had to stop reading the book once the last chapter came out, because otherwise I would have kept reading and the book was ending on a cliffhanger. There are too many spoilers and too much characterization/character development/etc. given away to the ending of the story, to do anything but read it as the end and then see if you like the ending. I don't, because it doesn't seem like a satisfying resolution or a fully developed story. And it wouldn't even be a story that feels like it's really being written by someone, because too many of Palmer's characters feel like cardboard cutouts and her characterization of them is pretty thin.

I was really impressed with Palmer's ability to build characters that are simultaneously very interesting and well-written, but this is the first time that's happened since her last novel. I don't know if she can repeat the trick, but I hope she can because this was a much more satisfying novel than most of her previous ones.

(I should say that Ada Palmer is also the "author of the Dresden Files," although in a way that's not quite relevant to the characters in Too Like the Lightning (and the Dresden Files are basically unrelated to the Dresden Dolls, so it's a very small connection). This may explain why she has an unusual ability to develop these characters -- I think it may also explain why she has an unusual ability to develop characters as a whole in other novels -- that the people they interact with in one book may not necessarily have that ability.)

[canmom]

Toku Tuesday 49: David Cronenberg

Hey friends! Toku Tuesday’s back. As usual, we won’t be watching any tokusatsu.

David Cronenberg! The master of body horror. As you may well have heard, he’s back with a new film, Crimes of the Future, unrelated beyond title to his previous film called the same thing. Despite how much he’s up my street, I’ve barely seen any of his films beyond, by chance, eXistenZ and Scanners. I think it’s about time we remedied that!

For the uninitiated: David Cronenberg is a Canadian director of, for the most part, sci-fi horror films. He began directing films in the 70s, backed by the Canadian government, and has continued to make films every few years since then. His films are known particularly for their fantastic practical effects portraying gooey, slimey flesh in various configurations. His inspirations are often literary - notably William Burroughs, who he would eventually approach in film by adapting Naked Lunch, and JG Ballard, whose ‘important and seminal’ Crash he adapted in 1996. Many of his films deal with transformations: he once spoke of directing films ‘from the point of view of disease’.

aaand... let that suffice, I guess. I won’t do a big biographical writeup right now - I would like to do that but it will take time to do it properly, so let’s save it til after we’ve watched a couple more of his films~

So for tonight I asked @lyravelocity​ what would pair well with Crimes and she proposed The Brood (1979), one of David’s earlier films; she described it as a way of presenting medicine as a kind of vaudeville that’s been a recurring theme for Cronenberg. This one deals with... hey, more evil doctors! This time we’ve got... a psychiatrist whose methodology is messing with peoples’ bodies, asexual reproduction of weird little monster kids, and a sort of allegory for Cronenberg’s divorce. Sounds fascinating.

Then we’ll hit Crimes itself, which sends us to... what sounds like a pretty fascinating future in which people no longer feel pain allowing surgery to be performed while awake, everyone interfaces with biotech prosthetics, and human biology is in general rapidly changing.

That’s about all I have time to write, but I did find an interesting quote on the subject of why he makes so many movies revolving around weird body stuff while talking about his movie A History of Violence (2005), which I found rather admirable, so let me reproduce it here...

For me the first fact of human existence is the human body. I’m not an atheist, but for me to turn away from any aspect of the human body to me is a philosophical betrayal. And there’s a lot of art and religion whose whole purpose is to turn away from the human body. I feel in my art that my mandate is to not do that. So whether it’s beautiful things—the sexuality part, or the violent part or the gooey part—it’s just body fluids. It’s when Elliott in Dead Ringer (sic) says, “Why are there no beauty contests for the insides of bodies?” It’s a thought that disturbs me. How can we be disgusted by our own bodies? That really doesn’t make any human sense. It makes some animal sense but it doesn’t make human sense so I’m always discussing that in my movies and in this movie in particular. I don’t ever feel that I’ve been exploitive in a crude, vulgar way, or just doing it to get attention. It’s always got a purpose which I can be very articulate about.

Pique your interest? Our films will be starting at picarto.tv/canmom about 30 minutes hence, around 21:30 UK time~ Please hop in the lobby and I will see you there!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

OBEY ME! LESSON 60 DETAILED SUMMARY + DISCUSSION/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

Welp this is it… DAMNNNNNN the last two seasons each had a lesson near the beginning of the season dedicated just to a date with Mammon and I’m praying S4 has one as well and though it sucks Mammon & MC’s hellos and goodbyes are always really sweet and ahhh how am I already missing them. I’m desperate for S4 and I haven’t even finished S3 yet… fuck okay. 

Post Lesson 60 edit: The last chapter goodbyes are gonna be direct quotes cause I’m an emotional mess. 

As MC is about to head outside Mammon calls out to them and tells them to bring him a cake on the way home, they ask him why he’s been so cold and distant with them lately and he frowns at them and says he doesn’t know what they’re talking about and tells them not to forget the cake and then he leaves. Asmo who had being eavesdropping laughs and says that even for Mammon that was oddly bossy and arrogant. He then asks if he can tag along with them partway cause he’s heading to the spa. As they walk past the lake Asmo tells MC not to hold Mammon’s recent attitude against him and that he’s so upset about having to leave MC again that he doesn’t know what to do with himself and since rn all he can think about is MC he’s not sure how to act around them. Asmo says Mammon’s spending too much time dwelling on this. He looks disappointed and shakes his head when he asks himself what he’s gonna do about Mammon and that he’s being a child. (IS2G Asmo is the number #1 Mammon x MC shipper???????? Relatable) MC asks him if he hasn’t been dwelling on leaving. He asks if they wish he was and says they’re always on his mind and that’s why he doesn’t seem any different now. He says the actual reason he’s still so himself and not outwardly upset is cause he has faith (HA!) that they’ll end back together again like all the previous times they had to separate. He says he’s still sad about having to say goodbye but all that makes him want to do is treasure the moments they have rn. They can hold his hand, kiss him or say that’s a really Asmo thing if him to say. He smiles and says positivity is one of his charms (Asmo ily but weren’t you the one who got drunk and cried and needed to have Satan carry you back home the first time MC left…) They eventually part ways. I’m guessing the order of the rest of the ‘goodbyes’ is gonna be Satan, Mammon and then Lucifer cause those two always end up last in that order…

EYYYYY! They run into satan and ask where he’s off to. He says he’s off to the bookstore to stock on some human books before they head home and asks MC if they want to tag along. He hands them a list and tells them to start looking from the top and that he’ll start from the bottom. He says thwy can use magic as long as no human sees them (ME: thinking back to that one human MC, Belphie and Diavolo scared the shit out of…Hmmmm). They agree and he says that knowing they studied under Solomon makes him feel safe to trust that they know what they’re doing. He says he always knows he can count on them when he needs them and that being in the Devildom without them will be troublesome (I said in the fairy dust/angel lesson that Satan & MC are incredibly similar and that their friendship is highly underrated and I still stand by that.) MC uses magic to lift a book from a high shelf and Satan warns them that someone’s coming making them loose their concentration and the book to come falling down, Satan shields them though and gets hit with it instead. They each ask if the other is alright and he says they need to be more careful that no one sees them (ME: INTENSELY THINKING BACK TO THAT TIME WITH DIAVOLO AND BELPHIE WHEN MC WAS WILLING TO BARBEQUE A MAN FOR FIRING A GUN AT BELPHIE) He blushes and tells them he’ll show what he means and he takes them behind a bookshelf where no one can see and wraps his arms around them and pulls them close (Satan what kinda romance novel pickup line was that??? Also all I can imagine is that SNL bookstore skit with John Cena & Aidy Bryant). MC can kiss him, wrap their arms around him or just thank him for shielding them earlier. He says there’s no need to thank him and that he’s just happy they’re not hurt, He then laughs softly and asks if they’ll be okay once he’s gone. They ask him in turn if he’ll be okay. He blushes and says he won’t and that just thinking about life without them was enough to drive him mad.

At dinner levi asks if everyone is there and Beel looks sad and says Mammon isn’t, Belphie sighs and says he always has to make things difficult. Levi says it’s okay and he gets it and that Mammon obviously thinks dinner’s gonna suck since Levi made it and holy shit can we pls take Levi to a therapist pls? Belphie says Levi’s beating himself up for no reason and Levi goes on a rant about how he’s an ultra-negative, depressing otaku and how no one likes being around him ajndsvddjsnk LEVI pls!!? (unrelated but Levi’s actually my third favourite) Belphie asks MC to go get Mammon and Beel tells them to hurry. They knock and enter his room. They ask him what he’s doing and he says he was just watching a shark movie Satan gave him. He asks if they’re here to tell him about dinner and that they should head back and eat and not to worry about him. He looks upset and says he’s not in the mood to eat. They say they’re really gonna miss him and he’s eyes widen for a sec before he looks away and asks if they’re some sorta kid. He then laughs though and says they’re not the only one who feels that way. He blushes and says of course he’s gonna miss them too and that they already knew that. He asks if there isn’t some other way for them to stay together forever. He says that being a sorcerer they have to make something happen. They can say a.) that despite being a sorcerer they’re still pretty green and he laughs and says the one time he needs them they’re no use at all. He blushes and tells them to hurry up and ‘ripen’ and that a green sorcerer won’t cut it. B.) being a demon he should make something happen. He says if there was something he could do he woulda done it a long time ago. Looking aside again he says hanging out with them and talking about dumb stuff is something he takes for granted and he just realized he won’t be able to do it again anytime soon, he says that once he’s back in the devildom life would be dull and that once he used to be happy as long as he had money but after they met that was ruined. And now during his free time he thinks about them and feels all worried and unsettled. He blushes and asks them to stay with him and keep him company since all this is their fault. Belphie texts them asking where the fuck they are they say they’ll have dinner with Mammon later, he then wishes them luck with Mammon.

In the music room Levi’s bemoaning how he understands that any coffee he makes won’t be good enough while a wide eyed Asmo asks him what he’s talking about cause as you can see Asmo is drinking his coffee, Levi says he never admitted it was good though. Asmo smiles and reassures him that it’s actually good and asks Belphie to back him up. Belphie says he wants no part of any of this which immediately crumbles all of Asmo’s hard work and makes Levi depressed. Lucifer pops his head in and once he spots MC asks them to come to his room. They ask what he wants to talk about, he says he’ll tell them when he gets there. To the room as a whole he says that Diavolo wants them all at the hotel the next day. This surprises both Mammon & Beel, and Satan asks if there’s another problem at the hotel, making everyone turn and eye Levi who turns red and protests. In his room Lucifer asks if MC knows why he called them and they say nope. He asks if they really don’t know or if they’re just playing dumb. When they don’t answer he says it’s about why Diavolo called them to the hotel. He says Diavolo hasn’t told him the reason behind it and asks if MC knows, saying that for Diavolo not to tell him it has to be either something that’ll supremely piss off Lucifer or something that Diavolo finds fun and exciting that Lucifer won’t like but will have to endure. They say they don’t know anything about it. He says, “what do you think you can lie to me? Have you forgotten who the fuck I am exactly!?” When they still remain silent he drops the blank faced glare and laughs saying he can take a guess at what’s going on considering they’re not willing to share. He says considering this is them they’re probably gonna do something nice for them and he tells them they’re really sweet, they tell him not to stop and to keep stroking their ego (or they can ask for a reward). He says he may considering how things go tomorrow. He then pauses and says he’s actually in the mood to indulge them today so he’ll sing their praises just for today. (They can ask if he’s sad about saying goodbye, he says yes and then blushes and says obviously that means they’re spending the night in his room – I noped out at this point. Is it weird that Lucifer’s the only brother I can’t see MC platonically sharing a bed with?) They then tease him saying this is very unlike him. He blushes and agrees, saying that when he’s with them he doesn’t have to be the avatar of pride but that’s okay because they love all the different sides of him (I thought this was really sweet, Lucifer needs to know that there’s someone who loves him as a whole even the parts of him that are massive jerks and I love that this interaction can be read as either romantic or platonic. He smiles and says he’s looking forward for tomorrow.  

The brothers are all surprised when from the hotel they are taken to the currently most popular club in the human world that has been reserved all for them, with Simeon making all the food and Luke making cakes. Luke tries his best to protect the food from Beel while Satan and Mammon say how surprise they were by Barbatos’s magic making them walk out into the club after walking into the hotel. MC asks if they like it and Lucifer says of course they do and thanks them for doing this. Solomon says he has a present for all of them too, Levi worries that he cooked for them (though he asks it with the sweetest smile cause all these demons are still hanging on to not letting Solomon know his food is toxic waste in case it hurts his feelings) and Lucifer whispers to MC that if so they might all die here. Solomon says he had offered to help cook but Simeon had insisted he had it all handled (he looks awfully disappointed when saying this). Mammon cheers on Simeon and Belphie says “…yeah I never thought I’d owe my life to Simeon but here we are” Their real present is Solomon lighting up the room with what, according to Belphie, looks like a fallen star. Asmo gushes about how beautiful it is.  Beel asks if he can eat it. Levi laughs and tells him he better not. Diavolo says they should officially start the party and everyone cheers. In a side lounge area Simeon says seeing the brothers enjoying the party so much makes all the effort feel worth it, Barbatos says he’s just happy seeing Diavolo having so much fun and he thanks MC. They say they could never have done it without their help in the first place. Simeon says it was MC to got them all working together to make this happen in the first place. Levi then arrives to come drag MC towards the karaoke (which Diavolo insisted they have – poor man’s still trying to sing a duet with Lucifer I see)

Satan and Asmo complain about Levi hogging the mic and singing anime songs, he yells at them for not understanding the raw passion and energy of anime songs (which isn’t that true? Anime songs have a unique kinda passion that makes you hyped that I’ve never being able to find in other songs..). Levi tells MC to forget about them and MC asks to sing a duet. Levi says he’ll queue up a bunch of duets and Mammon yells at Levi for hogging the mic and using this as an opportunity to hit on MC. Levi laughs and says that he’s not swooping in and doing anything the way Mammon said and that MC wants to sing with him. Mammon then blushes and demands to sing the next duet with them from MC. Asmo then calls the one after that and Mammon asks Beel & Belphie what they’re doing. They’re mixing drinks. MC says there new drink (demonous with scorpion powder and something else) sounds really good (cause they’re a freak like that) Belphie says the flavours do seem to go surprisingly well together and he asks Mammon to try some. He protests saying they just want to use him as a guinea pig. Lucifer’s drawn to the commotion and says they all seem to be fun, Levi asks if he wants to sing next and he says later, he then thanks MC for planning a fun surprise for them and that they were able to create some nice final memories in the human world before heading home. MC says they’ll share more great times together and Lucifer laughs and agrees saying this won’t be the last time they’re all together and this is just one of many happy memories they’ll share in the future. When they go back to the lounge area Solomon says they could hear them all talking, singing and laughing all the way from over here despite the music, emphasizing that they could hear Levi the most. Diavolo asks them to come sit and pours them another drink and says they were all talking about them and how they helped them enjoy their time in the human realm. He thanks them from the bottom of his heart. Solomon says last time they were all together in the Devildom and this time it was in the human realm and asks where they should be together next. Luke is surprised he’s already thinking about the next time. He laughs and says it’s cause he can barely wait for the next time they are all together. MC can suggest one of the three worlds. (personally I chose the Devildom cause the brothers aren’t allowed in the Celestial Realm and as much as I am completely in love with Mammon’s human world look I miss the aesthetic of the Devildom.) Diavolo laughs and says he’s happy they’ve taken such a liking to the Devildom and that he’d love for them to come back and that the brothers will be thrilled too. From the distance and getting closer they hear Lucifer telling his brothers to quit pushing him. Mammon tells him to just hurry up and go inside. Levi says Lucifer has to be with them or they won’t be taken seriously. Lucifer groans and asks if they’re actually planning on saying “this to him”. “Of course.” Says Satan. Belphie says it’s at least worth asking. Asmo agrees saying anything’s possible if you put your mind to it. They all tumble into the lounge area and Solomon asks what brings them all here. Lucifer looking tired says that his brothers have something to ask Diavolo. Mammon tells Lucifer not to act as if he isn’t part of this and as if it hasn’t been on his mind too. Diavolo chuckles and asks what they want to ask. Beel says they’ve all been thinking about something for a while now and they want to discuss it with him. The brothers all together yell: “We want MC to join the family!” GUUUUUYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!? Not me softly sobbing at the image this makes in my head ahhhhhhh!??????? AHHHHHH!?????????? MC’s shocked and speechless. Asjvfkjffvuiefhi pls don’t give me hope like this wtf and what do they mean by join the family cause I don’t mind Lucifer more or less adopting them, and like Beel said they already seem to be a part of the family but MC brought up proposals with A LOT of the brothers so is that what they mean? Like marriage??? But they’re all asking and other than Beel & Belphie wanting to share with each other and Asmo being open to threesomes none of them want to share MC so……. Also I do not see my OM! MC getting married at all but at the same time if it was to squirrel their way into a permanent position in the family then…

Diavolo’s wide-eyed and stunned silent, and then he asks “…huh!?” Solomon bursts out laughing. Luke is red faced and tells Solomon this is no time to laugh. Solomon still laughing chokes out that he’s never seen Diavolo so stunned. Luke pauses and then asks what exactly they mean by ‘join the family’ and then he turns red and demands if they mean marrying MC. The brothers obviously haven’t really thought about what ‘join the family’ means and only now realise it can imply marriage. Asmo immediately volunteers. Mammon red faced protests to MC marrying Asmo and then stuttering says that if they’re gonna marry anyone they should marry him (he screams the last part out after struggling through the first part). Levi gets pissed saying if MC marries a scumbag like Mammon they’d have a dark, terrible future (watch me put together a 200 slide presentation refuting this) Belphie tells Asmo and Mammon to back off before they mess things up. Lucifer, looking dead tired, says it’s already a mess. Diavolo goes, “Umm…Lucifer?” and asks him to explain what’s going on. He says the others want MC around on a permanent basis so they don’t have to say goodbye ever and they put their heads together and decided on this. “Marriage!?” goes Luke. Solomon says the demons hadn’t thought how they’d make them part of the family. Lucifer tells Satan that he can look at the others like they’re a band of idiots but to leave him outta it. Solomon asks MC what they think of all this and they say they want to be part of the family too (it’s implied through out the main storyline that generally MC’s someone who’s very calm and collected and who while being incredibly blunt doesn’t express their emotions outwardly much (at the beginning of S2 Lucifer even comments on them being more expressive than before they left) but I’d like to imagine at this moment they are wet eyed and beaming because of these loveable idiots who ARE their family even if it’s not official). Diavolo smiles and says he sees. Luke has problems with humans and demons mixing and being a family (LUKE I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THIS!?) “Yes, Luke. I know…” says Diavolo. His face then becomes serious and he’s silent and contemplative. Diavolo looks at MC and says that though they aren’t aware of it there’s still bad blood amongst the three worlds and that no matter how much they all want to be a family and stay together it’s not within his power to let that happen. He looks upset and apologizes. Lucifer is silent. He says though that his goal is to one day remove these barriers between the worlds and that he’ll do everything in his power to make that happen, and as the future demon king he promises that one day he’ll make it so that they can marry anyone in this room (I’m screaming just MC – queer as hell and with they/them pronouns waiting in the human world for marriage to get legalized only to fall in love with someone from another world and having to wait AGAIN for marriage to be legalized… I’d have lost my entire shit.) “WELL, isn’t that good for you, you apprentice poaching motherfuckers but guess what I’m a human meaning WE can get married in the meantime… CHECKMATE, BITCHES~” says Solomon. Mammon actually snaps at Solomon and calls him a “son of a –“ before he remembers the child in the room and trails off and snaps at him not to say stuff like that. Belphie asks if Solomon can even be classified as a human given his age. (Can MC even be classified as fully human given the whole Lilith situation? I mean ik Lilith was reincarnated as a human but she still kept and passed on her supernatural magic. Plus there’s a Belphie devilgram that takes places pre S1 that implies MC’s not fully human plus that whole thing about fairy hallucination angel!Lucifer not taking MC’s word for it when they said they were human… it’s very likely though everyone here’s too dumb to realise it). Satan says at this point Solomon might as well be a demon. Asmo tells him not to pretend to be a human when it’s convenient. He laughs and says that even though he can’t grow old or die he still belongs to the human race. Beel says that maybe but Solomon isn’t playing fair, Levi agrees and says Solomon’s also making him jealous. Diavolo says MC sure is popular seeing as they are all fighting over them. Lucifer says he knew this would happen and that’s why he didn’t want them to have this discussion. Luke’s shocked that MC’s got demons and the world’s greatest sorcerer wrapped around their finger, MC asks him if he sees them in a new light now. Luke says he thinks it’s impressive but it also creeps him out.

Back near the dance floor, Satan laughs and says Beel’s eating too much, Beel says Satan’s drinking too much, Satan who actually seems tipsy says he’s nowhere near his limit and challenges Beel to a competition to see who reaches their drink/food limit first, Beel agrees. Given how much beel can eat I can only assume this is the last we see of Satan RIP. Barbatos, looking uncharacteristically extremely worried, tells them to slow down cause neither of them know to stop. Levi, finishing up his song, calls for Luke who booked next but Mammon says Simeon went to put the “little guy” to sleep and asks Levi to come play cards instead. Lucifer, who’s playing with Mammon, asks if he hasn’t lost enough at this point, Mammon turns red and says this time he’s gonna win it all back. Asmo laughs and says Mammon just jinxed himself. Belphie asks why MC’s looking around the room so restlessly and they can say A.) I don’t see Diavolo anywhere B.) where’s Solomon? Either way the answer is he has no idea where Solomon went but he did see Diavolo head out earlier. He says the two of them are probably together talking. MC finds Diavolo and asks what he’s up to. He says he wanted a break and to gaze at the city lights and sober up a little since he won’t be able to see them again for awhile. He asks them to sit next to him and then laughs and says he could barely believe his ears after he heard what the brothers asked. He says he’s known the seven of them for a long time and knows how close they are and that it’s unbelievable that they’d want to include someone new to the family (MY HEART!? ALSO FOUND FAMILY TROPE!) He says it almost makes him jealous. They say that they know for a fact that he’s very important to the brothers too. He’s like “thanks for saying that but rn you’re either playing dumb or you actually are this dumb which makes me question my taste but then again I’m also in love with Lucifer so…” and he says he’s jealous of the brothers not them (Sure, Jan. We know you’re jealous of them both don’t lie). He says he feels the same as them and blushes and says he keeps thinking about how it could be if they were together forever (Sir, pls Lucifer is right there. He’s available. Pls.) He says if their relationship was on that level and if their bond was deep and permanent like those of a family he can’t even imagine how amazing that’d be (he keeps repeating ‘family’ and the brothers weren’t even thinking marriage when they asked for MC to be part of their family and Diavolo was really shocked and he now said specifically it was them asking about being ‘family’ before Luke even first mentioned marriage that made Diavolo jealous. What I’m saying is that considering Diavolo’s lonely, strict childhood the one thing he wants more than anything is a family not marriage specifically). He smiles and says they beat him to the punch and that he asks them to give him time cause he’s gonna do everything he can to mend the bridges between the three worlds for MC and for the brothers…and a little bit for himself. He gives them his word.

Out on the balcony Solomon greets them and asks if they shouldn’t be down with the others, they say they needed a break and wanted to talk to him, he wonders if the others would be pissed if they knew Solomon had MC all to himself. He says he figured he’d stay out of the way today and let MC and the demons spend time together considering he’ll have enough time to hang out with them later. He says he can’t believe they asked MC to join the family and that he didn’t see that coming. He starts laughing again about how serious they looked and how shocked Diavolo looked, and how Lucifer looked like he had a migraine (Ik we all say Lucifer’s the sadist but have we considered…) MC asks if he really thinks it’s that funny (and I’m pretty sure they’re offended on the brothers’ behalf and hurt cause that’s what they want too.) Solomon says for him it’s funny. He says it’s common of a demon to ask for a business arrangement or a pact but he’s never heard of them asking humans to join their family. He smiles and says he’s beginning to think he chose a “truly incredible” human as his apprentice. MC asks what the demons in his life are to him, he gives it serious thought and said these days he sees them as close friends. MC asks if things were different earlier and he says they were but also asks that they not get into things rn cause the story is long and tedious, MC asks if he’s just trying to avoid their question and if he’s gonna tell them the truth or not. He laughs and says nope and that though you can’t tell it by looking at him he’s a little too tipsy. He reminds them that they’re barely a sorcerer rn and that they should leave questions like that for later until they can use “magic like this” without an incantation. He uses magic to teleport the others on to the balcony (what a snake. Imagine instead of going to a crowd to escape a conversation you use your magic to bring the crowd to you to avoid a conversation AND to set a line for MC to reach before they can start poking at his past.) Asmo says he’s being wondering where the two of them went and how naughty it was to sneak off together, Levi complains about being cut halfway through a song, Beel asks MC to judge his eating competition with Satan and Satan says it’s actually a drinking competition. Barbatos looking deeply concerned asks if the two of them intend to empty the hotel’s pantry AND its wine cellar. He asks MC to stop them. Lucifer’s goading Mammon and kicking his ass in a card game and Mammon refuses to give up (HC that Lucifer taught Mammon to play cards up in the Celestial Realm as a way to get him to sit still and NOT set the drapes on fire). Belphie comments on the card game and the party continues. (Pretty sure Solomon saw the demons as pawns or tools to get what he wants/ for more power and that he was much more ruthless with making pacts with them than he is now when he pesters Lucifer (aka getting Asmo drunk while he was upset and making a pact) the question is why? And why did Michael basically sponsor this? We know that the Celestial Realm and Devildom had just called a truce when Michael took an interest in Solomon so could it be that he wanted someone to keep an eye on the demons and the best way to do that was to have a powerful human sorcerer make as many pacts with demons as possible. I mean Solomon made a pact with Asmo mostly because he was Lucifer’s brother and Michael still has a heavy interest in the brothers so it could be possible that he wanted Solomon to make a pact with one of them so that he could see what they were doing?)

LAST ONE GUYS! :) I’m okay really :)))))))) Outside the manor in the morning, Barbatos tells Diavolo it’s time and Diavolo looking really sad agrees. (RIGHT OFF THE BAT HUH!?) Even Solomon seems upset when he realizes it’s time and then that damn song starts playing, that ending song that always chokes me up and this time it doesn’t feel as sad as last season because honestly the “Till we meet again” party really helped while last season all the brothers tried to run away with MC and that shit HURT but it still makes me choked up FUCK I want them back so badly. Diavolo comes up to MC and says they have to return and that though they weren’t here for a long time it was really fun. “So, till we meet again, MC” he ends with. Barbatos thanks them for all they did to make their stay in the human world more comfortable. He says next time they meet he’ll prepare a special tea for them that he’s sure they’ll like. From here we’re going to direct quotes because I am EMOTIONAL:

Mammon says, while not meeting their eyes: …Listen, why’re you sittin’ around twiddling your thumbs, huh? I saw how hard you worked to become a sorcerer, so I know you got it in ya. (He blushes, still not meeting their eyes) Hurry up and learn summoning magic ASAP! You big dummy… (he finally looks up at them and smiles) And once you learn it, you’d better summon ME first! All right? You promise, right? (MC can either hug or kiss him….AND YOU GUYS MUST KNOW ME BY NOW SO MC just kisses him in front of all the brothers just like that????????? – he blushes and looks away again) Dammit, now I wanna take you back to the Devildom with me… (He meets their eyes one more time, face still red)

Levi says, blushing and looking aside: …You know that game we were playing? Final Devil Kingdom… (He looks up at them, still blushing) Well, I’ve decided not to make any more progress in it until I see you next. (He smiles brightly then) So we need to get together and play it again as soon as possible, okay? I mean, I’m dying to move on to the next dungeon… (He looks up at them with a sad expression then and they can either hug or kiss him and look I love Levi but I’ve already made my choice so MC hugs him – he blushes and gets a determined expression on his face) I’m going to be messaging you a lot, okay? So… don’t ignore my texts, or I’ll cry. (He smiles at them one more time)

Satan says, looking confident and meeting their eyes: …There are several cats who come by the manor for food each day. Make sure to take care of them for me. If you’re on the job, I feel like I can rest easy knowing they’ll be okay. (He frowns, blushes and looks away then) But keep in touch. Let me know how the cats are doing every day. Got it? Every day. (They hug him and he laughs and then says with a smile) Knowledge is power. The more you have, the better off you’ll be. So study hard, and learn to stand on your own two feet as a sorcerer as soon as you can.

Asmo says, looking really upset but making eye contact: No matter how I dress myself up or how cute I make my nails and makeup, if I can’t show it to the one I love the most, it won’t be fun at all. (He smiles then) So, I’ve decided to think about it this way… I have to strive to make myself more and more beautiful with each passing day! 🤍 (He smiles even more brightly) So that one day you’ll fall for me completely and then you’ll be all mine! How does that sound? (MC hugs him and he giggles, and says smiling) I’m going to put a little something extra on my hug! 🤍 (he squeezes them closer)

Beel says with a soft smile looking in at them: …It was fun getting to eat together with you every day here human world, MC. (His smile brightens) You know, when you’re with the right person, good food has a way of tasting even better. I want to be able to eat with you all the time, every single day. I want that to be normal. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make it so that someday soon, it really will be like that. (MC hugs him and he blushes and smiles and says) Make sure you eat enough, okay? Take care of yourself.

Belphie says also with a soft smile, making eye contact: I’m glad I got this chance to live here in the human world. Spending each day together with you in your world has been incredibly fun. (He looks sad and looks to the side) …Having to go to sleep every night in a house without you in it from now on is going to be really sad, and really lonely. (MC hugs them and he blushes but his expression is still sad and he doesn’t make eye contact) Take care, MC…

Lucifer’s wearing that fond smile that makes his eyes squint shut and he says: …Never did I imagine that one day, I’d find it this hard to say goodbye to you. I’ve managed to shock even myself. (He looks up at them then) Once I’m back in the Devildom, where I can’t see you anymore, this feeling is probably going to grow even worse. I hope this is every bit as difficult for you as it is for me. (MC hugs him) …Let’s make sure we see each other again sooner rather than later. (He gives that soft fond smile again)

Barbatos opens the portal. Solomon tells them all to take care. There’s a flash of bright light and the opening song starts playing. “MC!” Yells Mammon with a bright smile before he jumps in. “Toodles!” Says a beaming, waving Asmo. “Till next time!” says Levi with a small smile. “Take care of yourself!” Says a brightly smiling Belphie. “Bye…” Says Beel with a smile. “See you around.” Says Satan with a smile. “See you next time.” Says Lucifer with a nod of his head and a smile. “Goodybe, MC.” Says Diavolo with a bright smile. There’s another flash and the portal’s closed and they’re all gone. The credits play thanking all the main and side character VAs over human world backgrounds and YOU! Back in front of the manor Solomon says it suddenly got so quiet that he feels lonely. MC’s silent and doesn’t answer him. “Hey,” he says after a bit, “didn’t they officially hire you as their “babysitter” because you came here looking for a job, you know that thing you need to be able to survive independent adult life in the human world… Did they ever pay you for that?” “…SON OF A B–” At the angel’s halo Simeon tells a sad, silent Luke that the others must have gone back home by now, Luke quietly agrees. Simeon laughs and asks if that bothers Luke. Luke blushes, stutters and denies it. Luke tries to change the topic by telling Simeon to hurry up and grind some coffee cause they’re about to open. Simeon says they still have enough time and Luke says he’s gonna take out the trash and runs out back to avoid his feelings and this conversation. Simeon laughs. The door opens and Simeon turns to tell them they’re not opened yet but trails off. ??? says, “I can see that, yes…” Simeon’s eyes widen and his mouth turns down, he’s too shocked to say anything. ??? says, “Well, look at you. I could almost believe you really are a human, brother…” Simeon’s entire face goes blank and settles on a cold emotionless expression though he still doesn’t reply before he slowly smiles, “…Welcome. So glad you could stop by, Raphael.” And the chapter, the lesson and the season is over. So…SO…you know I don’t even have words really. I’m not, we really are getting new characters aren’t we. I mean I said in some of the earlier summaries that at this point with the way they were hyping up the angels in this season that it only makes sense to bring them in BUT I never 100% believed they would and now I’m just???? They really are gonna do it holy fuck GUYS!? I need S4 badly like rn immediately but given that the break between S2 and S3 was really small AND that they maybe introducing at least 2 new characters the break between S3 and S4 might be longer AND I get it y’know but still I desperately need this now. Holy shit. And Simeon’s facial expressions! How he looked surprised and upset and then how his face just shut down (something we rarely or never? See from him) and then how it smoothed out into a smile ajsdvbkdwhskcjksk Raphael’s way of speaking fit exactly with what I imagined after what Asmo, Lucifer and Belphie said about him. This kinda formal, authoritative, cold, distant way. And the tension between him and Simeon!? “BROTHER!????” Does he mean brother in the same way as the Sins do or is it more brother in arms the way I see Lucifer and Simeon being in the Celestial Realm? It felt cold compared to them. Pls give me a heavily dysfunctional, distant and cold angel family to contrast with the dysfunctional but close and loving demon family I WILL SCREAM. I’ve screamed all my angel and celestial realm theories in the previous summaries (there are a lot) so I’m not gonna go into detail about them here but I will say I’m keeping my fingers crossed for morally dubious/grey angels who believe they are completely in the right at all times and I’m deeply scared of getting at least part of S4 without the brothers as we are introduced to the angels – I mean don’t get me wrong I’d love if they took time to introduce us to the angels without the brothers’ dynamics with them being involved and to give us a chance to hear their side of the story before they have the whole reunion between everyone BUT I’ll also feel the heavy withdrawal effects of being deprived of the brothers so yeah. Overall the goodbye to the brothers felt far more uplifting than last season’s one given that they ended with the upbeat opening song and not the melancholic sounding ending song. WOW okay. I’m gonna try and get through the hard lessons and unlock the chapters I couldn’t since S2. SEE YOU NEXT SEASON! LOVE AK 🤍

[sineala]

The gay Invaders

Hi, internet! Today I'd like to talk about one of the chronologically-first canonically-gay couples in Marvel Comics history: Brian Falsworth (the second Union Jack) and Roger Aubrey (The Destroyer). (I mean "chronological" in terms of in-universe timeline rather than RL publication date; I'm pretty sure Northstar is still the first to publication as far as unambiguously-gay Marvel heroes go.)

If you are a fan of reading or writing about Captain America being queer, you should care about Brian and Roger, because they were two of Steve's fellow Invaders in the 1940s, meaning that they are two of the people on the list of Steve's Old Gay Friends And Teammates, because, yeah, Steve sure had a lot of canonically gay friends during the war. Probably more than you'd think he would have had in the forties! (The other two are Percival Pinkerton, who's part of Nick Fury's Howling Commandos, and of course Steve's childhood friend Arnie Roth. Pinky is gay by word of Stan Lee, IIRC; Arnie was as canonically gay as DeMatteis could make him in the early 1980s, so they didn't say the word "gay" but it's really, really not subtle. Steve compares what Arnie feels for his "roommate" Michael to what Steve feels for his girlfriend Bernie. Yeah.)

I previously made a Tumblr post about Brian and Roger, rounding up some of the canonical evidence of their relationship, but that post is six years old now, and in the intervening years, Marvel has thoughtfully put the rest of the 70s Invaders run on Unlimited as well as the two Citizen V miniseries that star Roger and retcon his relationship with Brian as romantic. So I've read them now, and I've got panels.

Okay. I should probably begin by saying that Brian and Roger are not canonically gay in their first significant appearance together, which is in Invaders vol 1 #19 and #20, published in 1977. Roy Thomas does not seem to have intended them to be a couple, and they aren't canonically one in any of the original Invaders run. However, if you enjoy gay subtext, it's very nice.

This whole arc is the one that introduces Roger in modern canon. He's been brainwashed by the Nazis and the Invaders rescue him and get him back to his normal self. But in #19 we get his backstory in flashback, as related by Montgomery, Lord Falsworth (Brian's father; yes, MCU fans, the name should look familiar) and it turns out that Roger and Brian were basically best friends since childhood:

They were the dearest of friends!

Anyway, they both ended up captured by Nazis, they presumably changed their minds about appeasement as a policy, Brian got out and joined the Invaders, then they had to rescue the brainwashed Roger, and it's a fair amount of fun in a two-issue arc.

The subtext is even more prominent in Invaders #34, in which they find out that someone going by the Destroyer (which is Roger's codename) has been doing villainous deeds, and the Invaders worry that Roger's gotten himself brainwashed again. Brian immediately insists that it can't really be Roger because he knows Roger and Roger Would Never:

Unsurprisingly, Brian is right. It's not really Roger; Master Man is impersonating the Destroyer, and the villains have taken Roger captive, and the Invaders break him out and there is an extremely significant moment where it just so happens that Roger has to catch Brian, saving his life for a change, and they stare deeply into each other's eyes and Brian seems to be having difficulty finishing his sentences:

Some people who read this therefore concluded that Brian and Roger were extremely gay for each other. While ordinarily this sort of shipping is mostly confined to fandom, in this particular instance, one of the people who started shipping Brian/Roger was Fabian Nicieza, and Fabian Nicieza, as you probably know, writes comics for Marvel. I think you see where this is going.

However, first I must inform you that, sadly, Brian has been canonically dead for years. Captain America vol 1 #253-254 -- the two-parter about Baron Blood in the Stern/Byrne Cap run in the 80s -- establishes that Brian died in a car accident in 1953. (This is also the run where Joseph Chapman -- a friend of Jacqueline Falsworth's son Kenneth -- becomes the third (and current) Union Jack.)

(Roger then appears in a bunch of T-Bolts issues; I assume there's nothing interesting there on the gay front because I feel like someone would have told me. I should probably read more than three T-Bolts issues someday.)

So, anyway, in 2001, Fabian Nicieza wrote a miniseries called Citizen V and the V-Battalion. Roger, who is still superheroing as the Destroyer despite being pretty old by this point, is part of the titular V-Battalion, and he has a very prominent role in this miniseries. And in #1, we have the usual splash page of character backstory, and there's a very, um, interesting line there:

Regarding Brian and Roger's relationship, the narration informs us: "It sounds much gayer than it probably was."

This is interesting, obviously for a couple of reasons. One is that, up to this point in canon, as far as I can tell, literally nobody thought any of this sounded the slightest bit gay at all. (Other than, I guess, Fabian Nicieza.) The other reason is that, as we soon find out, it actually was as gay as it sounds. Thanks, Fabian!

In 2002, Nicieza wrote a second miniseries, Citizen V and the V-Battalion: The Everlasting. Issue #1 opens with a flashback set in 1953; specifically, we see Brian's funeral:

Roger is extremely sad, and when Lord Falsworth expresses his sympathy about the death of Roger's "friend" and saying that he knows how much this hurts him, Roger mutters under his breath that he doesn't have the slightest clue:

All is revealed on the next page, when one of the other characters tries to ask Roger about superhero business and Roger snaps at him because, as he says, "I just watched my friend die in my arms."

Except "friend" isn't the word he starts to say:

Yep. That would be "lover." So Roger nearly outs himself. So, yes, now it's absolutely canon. Hooray.

Later on in the issue, which is set in the present day, we have a couple pages of Roger staring at pictures of the two of them and continuing to be sad:

Yeah. They were a couple.

So the question you -- being a Captain America fan -- might ask yourself is, okay, did/does Steve know about any of this? (The reason I started looking all this up was because I wanted to know if Steve knew.) I don't know if we have a panel of Roger specifically admitting any of this to Steve (and if we do, I would like to know about it), but I would be comfortable saying that Steve probably knew back then -- because, well, he seems like the kind of guy who would actually have been fine with it in the 40s, what with all his gay friends -- and also that I can't think of a reason why he wouldn't know now. Because he's definitely worked with Roger again in fairly recent comics, and also Roger is very much out, these days.

In fact, New Invaders #4 (2004) opens with Roger attending Pride:

So, yeah, he's out.

(Then he has to fight, as far as I can tell, homophobic Nazi vampires. They're yelling slurs in German. Great.)

In All-New Invaders #10, which is from 2014 (and which is not the same series as New Invaders), Roger shows up to help out the Invaders, and in passing, he just happens to mention to another character (Joseph Chapman, the current Union Jack), that he is in fact gay:

He and Joseph don't really like each other much; as far as I can tell, their acquaintance in New Invaders consists of Joseph being vaguely homophobic and Roger being bitter about him being Union Jack because he actually wanted to be Union Jack himself to honor Brian's memory -- you know, that thing superheroes sometimes like to do to honor their dead superhero significant others, viz. Hank when Jan was dead after Secret Invasion -- and now Union Jack is this annoying kid and not, y'know, the love of his life. This exchange from New Invaders #4 seems pretty representative of their relationship:

Anyway, yeah, he's pretty obviously out.

Steve isn't actually present for this conversation in All-New Invaders, but he mentions in a later issue of this run that he knows what Roger and his pals have been up to, plot-wise, so I feel comfortable assuming that he's talked to Roger at some point in the previous ten years or so, and therefore, since Roger is completely out at this point in canon, there's no reason Steve shouldn't know now.

On an unrelated note, it's also a fun issue if you're a Steve/Tony fan because this is clearly running in parallel with Hickman's Avengers run, which means that he spends half a page telling Namor that he's mad at him and the rest of the Illuminati (but mostly mad at Tony because... he's just obsessed with Tony in this run, I guess?) about the mindwipe:

This is the sum total of my knowledge about Brian and Roger. No, wait, I know one more thing, which is that Brian was a character in the late, lamented mobile game Avengers Academy, in which he was also actually gay; Roger does not seem to have been there. There's a CBR article that you can read about the whole thing, which mentions some of these details from the comics in passing. (I have no idea why it says that their relationship was alluded to in the Stern/Byrne run; unless I missed something big, the only thing those issues do is establish Brian's death. As far as I can tell, no one is gay in them.)

So, yeah, that's Brian Falsworth and Roger Aubrey, the two gay Invaders. Steve sure has a lot of gay friends.

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Tracing Time

Tuesday, 08:21

Song: Maggie Rogers - Dog Years

Sander is still rubbing at his eyes as he wanders into the kitchen, yawning loudly as he half-blindly makes his way towards the table. Before he can even get there, however, his mother is blocking his path and shoving a cake in his face and his dad is joining her to chorus, “Happy Birthday!”

“Uhm,” Sander blinks at them.

It’s strange to see that his mother is clearly wide awake, and that his father hasn’t left for work yet. Though he is already dressed in his police uniform, as one should always be when apparently preparing to have cake for breakfast. “Thanks. Don’t we usually do this in the evening, though?”

“Blow out your candles,” his mom orders. “Remember to make a wish!”

Twenty candles. The woman has twenty candles in a circular cake. (He’s sure, he counts them.) There’s already wax threatening to drip onto the icing, where the hastily piped ‘Happy Birthday Sander’ has holes pierced in it, the cake too small and the candles too numerous to avoid all of the writing.

Sander quickly blows out the candles.

“What did you wish for?” Léa asks, innocent and eager.

His dad, Ciel, makes a noise of protest and holds a hand up towards Sander. “If he tells you, it won’t come true.”

Sander points at him in agreement, and Léa huffs. It’s odd, that it’s odd to see his parents standing in front of him so early, interacting so casually, doing it all together. It’s not that they’re a distant couple, far from it. Sander’s father is just a busy man who sleeps and wakes early, and his mother is a not-quite-as-busy woman who has the luxury of being her own boss and rivals Sander’s own temperamental sleep schedule. They do not have breakfast as a family because they do not cross paths in the morning. They have dinner all together once or twice a week, if they get lucky. But there is certainly a bigger chance of their evenings coinciding.

So what is happening here?

“We’ll keep this for another time, I made actual breakfast,” his mother adds, gesturing at the table—with the cake still in her hands. Sander takes it from her quickly and sets it aside on the counter.

“Are we not having dinner, then?” he asks carefully.

They both give him bland looks. He curses both their heights—surely he should have earned an extra few inches from them. “We know you won’t be free for dinner,” Léa says.

Sander opens his mouth. Closes it again. Smiles sheepishly. “Oh.”

She huffs as she squeezes his shoulder. “But at least I can still be the first to wish my son happy birthday.” At his increasingly sheepish expression, she corrects, “In person. My god.”

It’s part of the reason he’s so sleepy still. He’d stayed up on a video call with Robbe until (well after) midnight, and the boy had wished him ‘happy birthday’ countless times, peppering kisses at the camera and apologising every time he’d started to nod off. It was possibly the cutest thing Sander has ever had the honour of witnessing. His lips twitch in a smile as he thinks about it again now.

He’d gotten a slew of other messages, all almost simultaneously at midnight. Gilles and Emilie and Thomas had all messaged almost at once into their small group chat, with varying styles and lengths and emoji usage. Adi and Lucas had both kept it sweet and simple. Milan had sent him a short video singing all of ‘Happy Birthday’ and blowing him a kiss. Jens had sent him one a few minutes late simply saying ‘happy bday. no I didn’t forget’, which Sander had blinked and then laughed at. He’d responded to them a while too late, after Robbe had eventually decided they both needed to sleep.

“Why couldn’t we just ask Robbe to join us for dinner?” Ciel asks. Not for the first time, Sander thinks that, for a policeman, his father is at times worryingly oblivious.

Léa clearly agrees, as she simply rolls her eyes in response. “I’m sure they’ll have their own private plans, of course he’ll want to spend his birthday with his boyfriend.”

“Uhm,” Sander says, again. “I still have class first though, so…”

“We should eat,” Ciel agrees, but glances at his wife. “Gifts now too, or in the evening?”

She considers it for a moment, then nods decisively. “We will do it before you two have to go. I’m not sure it’s too exciting, but you can make more use of it this way, maybe.” She offers Sander an apologetic smile.

He waves her off and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t be silly.”

She returns his gestures and then pulls him to the table, pressing him down into a chair and piling food in front of him. It doesn’t matter that he’s not quite hungry enough for it, not this soon after waking, and his stomach protests a little with each bite. He enjoys it. He sits and eats with a parent at either side of him and he doesn’t get the feeling of too much. He doesn’t think undeserved. He’s not worrying about another year gone and him still the same. He’s not hit by a wave of inexplicable loneliness, or fretting over his current painful mistake, or mourning another year of life gone in which he has failed to grow up.

It’s all there, lurking in the constant shadows, but it’s not there, at the same time. Instead it’s his parents’ light bickering, and the memory of Robbe’s ‘goodnight kiss’, and all those messages on his phone.

And it’s relief.

Another year. Twelve months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes.

All that time, and nothing has really changed.

No intrinsic part of his life has altered, nothing’s gone. He’s still managing school (mostly), he still has the same friends, his parents are still fairly understanding, his unrelenting mental illness still hasn’t killed him, and he still has the man of his dreams across infinite universes (as said man claims).

He’s still here. Breathing, living. Thriving, his mind exalts.

“That’s a genuine little smile,” his father notes, returning it with one of his own. “It’s nice to see.”

Warmth spreads through Sander, cushioning his heart but also sneaking into his cheeks as he shakes his head and takes another overstuffed mouthful of food. Ciel’s smile just widens in understanding, and Sander feels a twinge for how often he turns the man away. It’s moments like these where he thinks it’s wrong to do so, that he should give him more of a chance on occasion, that maybe he really would be more helpful than Sander lets himself hope for.

But it doesn’t matter, today. Nothing like that needs to matter when they’re all happy to make it about his birthday.

They give him his gifts after breakfast, quickly. New clothes that he likes enough to go change into before he leaves, wearing the tee with subtle Bowie graphics with pride. There’s the usual restocking of art supplies as well, more expensive than he ever buys himself and which he gives his mother another kiss for. Then they pass him a card, which has sappy words in his mother’s handwriting and money tucked inside.

“Thank you,” he says, for the third or fourth time, squeezing them both in a quick hug as Ciel checks his watch and Léa smacks him on the arm for it. “Everything is perfect, really. And we can have some cake in the afternoon? I’ll come back for a while before I meet up with Robbe.”

His mother narrows her eyes and places a hand on her heart playfully. “So kind of you to include me in your busy day, the woman who brought you into this world.”

Ciel smiles at her, in a way that suggests he’s heard this particular speech before. “Yes, really a day to celebrate you, if we’re doing it right.”

“Of course,” Sander agrees, nodding sagely. “What was it? Seventeen hours of labour?”

“Followed by twenty years of tender and loving care,” she adds, and Sander laughs.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder and kisses the top of her head before leaning away to pick up his bag. “Truly the best,” he tells her.

“Save me some cake,” Ciel requests, also collecting his things by the door.

“But you weren’t involved in any of that credit,” Sander notes. “Hard to know if you should get to join in the best part of the celebration.”

“I cooked those croques this morning, and I’ll drive you to college.”

It’s a cheap bribe, considering Sander could drive himself if he so wished, but he still beams and pats his father’s shoulder, following him out. “A slice will be left in the fridge.”

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[muraenide]

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

the salty af munday meme

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

I wouldn’t consider them instant unfollows but I will unfollow in time due to constant untagged and uncut posts, and people who treat their tumblr blogs like a personal by regularly rbing posts that are unrelated to their muse or the fandom. I feel like whenever I unfollow someone, they tend to be the main reason 🤔 Idk if I should list them on my rules now that I think about it. 

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

Oh man I have so many. I usually keep quiet about a pet peeve and just quietly unfollow but they’re so repetitive. 

People who treat join the rpc to advocate for social justice and hardly rps confuse me? I’m here like aren’t you in the wrong space? Man, just go somewhere else. Some posts are fine, like the ones addressing things properly and are actually informative but there also some that are really aggressive that makes you feel like you’re a bad person for not knowing and that you have to follow the ‘rules’ they established or you are <inserts some label> that make me want to stay 10 feet away. Imo there are no rules in the rp space. You either agree with someone or you don’t, which in that case just don’t interact with each other.

Oversharing. (Is that even the right word...) I have a high bar when it comes to oversharing, since I do enjoy knowing a bit about the personal lives of rpers/muns I’ve come to see as friends. But in my previous fandom you see a handful of blogs who goes like ‘BE WARNED I’M VERY UNHINGED AND UNPREDICTABLE, YOU WON’T WANT ME AS A ENEMY’ in large, bolded text. Like Okay...? Thanks for the info I guess I won’t be following then. Whatever they mean in that sentence. It’s just a lot of uncomfy the OOC way.  >> Pls chill this is just a writing community.

This is just a minor thing but I can’t stand it >< When muns IM me with an emoji or kaoemoji or a single word like “hi” as a greeting. Again, like... ?? What are you expecting me to reply to that? Another emoji? Pls just say what you want to say. It’s worse when they do it every single day. I met a lot of people like that back in Facebook, but Tumblr is better by a little, I think.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

I remember the times when I tend to be the youngest in any fandom space and enjoyed being the baby but now I’m usually the oldest or definitely-not-the-youngest and sobs.... Times have changed. 

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

I find this fandom very chill! It’s hard to believe my blog is only 3 months old but I’m enjoying my time here so far. Most of the people who had me blocked at least knew how to block and don’t send hate or anything. Idk what’s going on in other corners of the fandom but I’ve learned to not care so much about what other people think of me. If you want to badmouth my blog or about something I do then whatever makes you happy, I guess! As long as I can’t see it and it’s not so high profile to the point of someone telling me ‘hey this blog is spreading lies about you’ then it’s not my problem. 

Tbh even if you’re the nicest person on earth, at least one person who has met you is going to secretly think that you’re just doing it for attention. The difference is whether they don’t share their thought with people, or they share it with their close friends group, or they broadcast it on their blog, but it happens. Like they say, haters is just going to hate.

[alia-turin]

Finally chapter 3 after I struggled for a bit. If you have read the answer to that ask here you have seen like part of this chapter because I wrote it some time ago. 

I hope you guys enjoy ^_^

Fic Title: Somewhere in Time (Chapter 3) Previous Chapters: 1, 2 Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle) Pairing: Caranthir/F/OC Warning: Canon typical violence for this chapter, mention of scars, angst   AO3 Link

The next morning Caranthir walked to her room surprisingly excited. He did not believe even for a moment that reading Avallac’h extremely boring book would teach her anything, but it was going to at least help her understand. He had brought a few other books with himself, all of them by Avallac’h, the man had spent an awful lot of time writing it seemed. Even he had to admit his teacher knew magic if nothing else.

When he walked in her room she was sitting on the table much like yesterday after he left. If it wasn’t for the fresh set of clothes he would think she never moved. His ring was still on the table where he placed it but Avallac’h’s book was also there. He placed the books he brought on the table, next to the ring, but didn’t sit down.She was studying every move he made her head tuning slightly in curiosity as she saw what he brought.

“As boring as I remember?” she just looked at him as he said that and nodded in fear. That bothered him, the terror in her eyes disturbed him. For first time in his life he felt weird about someone being afraid of him.

“If I move it...can I leave?” her words came out of her mouth as if practiced. Did that mean she actually moved the ring? No matter, the answer was no even if she managed to disintegrate it to dust.

“How did you end up in the forest?” he knew she didn’t expect him to ask something unrelated to the task at hand because of the surprise written on her face.

“I...lived there after I left my father’s house.” her words were measured, the fear of him was somewhat tuned down or at least in the way she acted, but judging how carefully she spoke he wondered if she was worried that her words might offend him. Caranthir didn’t think there was anything she could say that could in any way hurt him. He waited. He was not going to ask her to elaborate, he would just wait, either for her to continue or to ask him something. Either way was fine even if he didn’t really like talking about himself. What was the point? Everyone knew about Avallac’h’s experiment.

“I...didn’t really have anywhere else to go.” she finally continued after the silence between the two of them grew for far too long. “I’m not a human...but I’m not Aen Elle either. Couldn’t live like one or the other, I knew about the old hunting lodge and decided that is a good way to avoid everyone.”

“Never felt lonely?” he narrowed his eyes as he asked that. If he could, he would probably do the same. Go to the Winter Tower and lock himself there for the rest of his life or at least most of it.

“I’m used to it. I never truly had a place, so it didn’t really matter if I was in a house with tens of Aen Elle and their servants or on my own in the woods. It made no difference.” As she said that Caranthir could do nothing but stare. She didn’t seem sad, she said it as if that was the most normal thing in the world. He would have been angry at his parents if he was in her place, let his hate stew over the years and one day just pour it all out. He wondered which one of them was stronger in this situation. Her for being able to get through whatever pain there was and live past it, or him who would just destroy everything and turn it into ruins as he usually did. “How about you? Your family?” she asked after another very long silence between the two of them.

Caranthir was caught off guard. Everyone knew about his parents and Avallac’h...almost everything related to him. But her question was so genuine and these doe eyes looked at him...she had no idea. He had never told anyone about himself, mostly because there was no need to. He was a Navigator of the Red Riders, everyone knew Avallac’h literally made him.

“The man who wrote that book raised me.” He pointed at the book that was in front of her. She didn’t need to know the rest of that ugliness. Caranthir grabbed the ring and tossed it on the bed. “Come on. Do it.”

Aine shook her head and sighed. She looked at the ring and he could see her concentrating as he did as well. He spent all night trying to research how it was possible for a mage not to know they had power for so many years. Also nobody around her knew...how did that even happen? He read every text he could find, even some absolute nonsense that had been written by people who have not been closer than ten feet from actual magic. It even crossed his mind to ask Avallac’h, but he was not that desperate.

Aine was focused, he could see the power in her building, he was not mistaken, but for some reason it didn’t connect. He was three or four years old when Avallac’h made him do that, took Caranthir a total of two attempts his teacher just nodded and they moved on to the next task.

“I can’t.” she finally said. “It is not possible.” he didn’t respond, just opened his hand and the ring flew in it like an arrow. He grabbed it between his index finger and his thumb and showed it to her. “Impossible for me.” she corrected herself.

No. he was right, he couldn’t be wrong. He tossed the ring back on the bed.

“Concentrate.” he needed to motivate her. “Your life depends on it. You can’t move it, you are useless to me.” It was a lie, he wasn’t going to hurt her, but she did not know that. He saw the panic in her eyes. While she was concentrating he cursed himself for being such an idiot. Had really all the kindness in him died somewhere along the years? Maybe he never had it, Avallac’h forgot the kindness genes somewhere.

While he was debating on his one inability to feel emotions he saw the ring move with the corner of his eyes, but he also sensed something else.

“No, stop!” he shouted at her and jumped over the table.

Aine felt a jolt of pain somewhere deep inside her which was worse than anything else she had experienced. She had never been stabbed, but she imagined that was how a knife in the gut felt. She saw the stupid ring move and then there was that terrible feeling somewhere in her. Next thing she knew she fell off the chair straight on her hands and knees. Someone shouted at her but her mind was a fog. She had no idea where she was or what was going on around her.

Aine felt someone or something lift her head and make her look forward. The world was blurry as if she was drunk or high but slowly shapes started appearing. Far away the light from the window was blinding, then there was the shape of the bed and...him. Caranthir was kneeling in front of her, his hand holding her jaw much like he had done yesterday, but there was no force in his grip, it even felt...gentle. This was the first time she looked him straight in the eyes from such a close distance, even yesterday her face had been mostly turned so she couldn’t look at him. Despite the terror he invoked in her, he was handsome, but she could also see the right side of his face, the one that had been always covered by hair. It was still covered but that close the scars were difficult to hide. Broken and cracked skin starting from his forehead and going all the way to his chin, hiding under the tattoos on his neck.

“Aine!” he shouted her name and she suddenly came back to her senses realizing he was alarmingly close. “Don’t do that again.”

“I don’t know what I did…” she admitted, the strange pain she felt somewhat disappearing but she still felt dizzy. She looked around herself as best as she could given he was still holding her chin. Everything that had been on the table was now on the floor broken. “What…”

“You used yourself as a source. Don’t do that.” She read about that yesterday. The book said the same, don’t do that it’s dangerous, but she had no idea how she did it. That was not her goal. Also his voice...he sounded...concerned. A moment ago he told her he would kill her if she didn’t do that now he was...concerned? “Come.” Caranthir got up and helped her stand guiding her in front of himself and making her turn her back toward him. That was a strange feeling, almost like allowing a wolf to sneak behind you. “Kneel.” as he spoke the words the breath hitched in her throat but she followed. Last time she tried to fight him it didn’t go very well.

She knelt down, sitting on her heels. She turned her head trying to see what he was doing but her neck was still too painful. She didn’t need to see it as she felt it. He knelt as well but his legs pressed on the outside of her tights, his chest pressing against her back. Aine panicked and tried to get up, but his knees pressed against her tights and he placed his hand over hers.

“Don’t move.” he could feel his warmth on her skin as whispered. He was too close, way too close. Her mind started running million miles per second, she remembered that other man who had dragged her out of her house and pushed her on the ground, his weight on her, almost crushing. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” Caranthir added but in her head that looked awfully much like about to be hurt. “I need you to focus.”

“You are too close.” she finally managed to say, but he must have thought otherwise as he didn’t react in any way. Aine could probably scream, but what point was there to it? One he wasn’t really hurting her. Two who will hear her? The servants? She had seen three sets of those and based on the way they looked at her they would probably hope he killed her at the end.

“Focus.” was the only thing he said as he grabbed her arm and made her extend it as if she was begging.

Caranthr was doing his best to follow his one instruction and focus, but that turned out harder that he thought. Judging by how ridgid her body was against his he could guess she was terrified and the horrifying thoughts crossing her brain. The physical contact was distracting him and to his surprise it wasn’t lust. At least not only. He tried to remember the last time he held someone in his arms and his memory failed him. The thought was terrifying but he also never needed it. Sex had alwasy been sex, no strings attached and certainly he never had the need to hold someone. He took a deep breath. His brain couldn’t decide if he wanted to grab her, throw her on the bed or just hug her. Was he even capable of showing affection without inflicting pain?

“I need you to concentrate.” he wasn’t sure if he said that to her or himself. He was supporting her arm in his and made her open her hand. “Do the same thing you did a moment ago, but don’t use yourself as a source.” Part of his thing was he needed to be as close as possible to stop her from doing it again. Mages had died doing that and most of them have done that by accident. The thought of seeing her hurt drove something primal in him, something he had not felt in years. “I will guide you.” He felt her body relax a bit against his and sensed the power in her building very slowly, weak but it was there. She was trying but his mind was somewhere completely different. He couldn’t let her go. Danger or no, after what he just felt he couldn’t let her go. It was selfish but that was who he was.

“I did it!” her exclamation snapped him out of his thoughts. The ring was in her hand and he knew he did not help her to do that. Caranthir forced himself to get up as quickly as he could before he did something stupid. “You were right!” She was still kneeling on the ground but for the first time he saw some sort of joy in her eyes. “I didn’t think I could do it.”

Caranthir didn’t say anything, he just turned around and walked out. He was angry and he didn’t even know why. Whatever just happened there made him feel something he did not think was possible. Hate, violence, need to hurt, that came easy to him. Need to be close to someone? Need to hold someone or be held? What even was that?

Aine watched as he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind himself. She wasn’t sure what just happened, but she was also too excited at the moment. She did it. She never believed him when he said she had power, all day spent reading that book and she understood the words but the idea didn’t make sense. Until now. She looked at the ring in her hand still not fully believing it.

The strangest part was she was not excited about the ability to do magic, sure that was thrilling. It was a skill that was hers and hers alone and nobody could take it from her. All her life she didn’t really have a place. She wasn’t human, she wasn’t an elf. She wasn’t a nobleman’s daughter, but she wasn’t a servant either. There were all these roles and tasks assigned to people and she could not fit any of them. When she was just a child she was proud of that - who needed their boxes - but the more time passed she realized it wasn’t just about the boxes, it was about belonging and that was missing.

The cold air in her back reminded her that she was alone now in the room, Caranthir had walked out abruptly, not even saying a word. Some strange concern creeped down her neck, as scary as when she had felt his breath on her skin - what now? He did tell her he would kill her if she did not move the ring, but he never said he would keep her alive or let her go if she managed.

Caranthir walked in his apartments in the castle and the servant who was cleaning froze on place.

“Fill the tub.” he pointed at the bathtub. The servant bowed and started walking away but his voice stopped him. “Cold water.”

“My lord?”

“Did I stutter?” Caranthir barked at him, the man bowed and walked out as fast as he could.

He started pacing around the room as the man filled the tub and then left again as fast as he could. Caranthir started undressing, pulling clothes off himself in anger as if the fabric had done something to him. As he stepped in the tub his skin screamed in pain, but he ignored it, slowly sinking his whole body. The cold was good, it made him calm and focus his thoughts somewhere else.

He endured that for a moment and then warmed the water with magic, his body grateful for stopping the torture, his mind not so.

He closed his eyes and all he could see was her face, the way she had looked at him with excitement after she got the ring. He preferred that to the fear, but...he clenched his fingers in a fist. He had to admit to himself he was attracted. Not just physically he was a bit past that. Physical need he knew how to resolve, but the way his heart skipped a beat when she looked at him, that he had no idea what to do with. He had experienced that once before and it did not end well. He felt connected to her in so many ways, but at the same time she was so different than him, his absolute opposite. Where he was rage and impatience she was calm and reasonable. She had endured whatever difficulties she might have been subject to and still remained decent unlike him. Even her not knowing who he truly was, excited him. She was afraid of him, sure but that was because of what he did not because he was Eredin’s navigator. That didn’t matter, it was all based on his treatment to her which he had to admit had been terrible so far. He shouldn’t have darted out of the room. Idiot.

He got out of the bathtub, water had already gone cold again. Chasing the thoughts away from his brain had turned into an impossible task. Avallac’h once told him that behind all that arrogance there was a fragile scared boy. How old was he when his teacher said that...sixteen...maybe even younger.

He was torn. He didn’t need that. He was perfectly fine the way he was, alone.

But was he? It wasn’t a fragile boy that was under the arrogance, at least not anymore. It was fear. No other person would have the power to hurt him the way he had been hurt. Twice.

It didn’t bother him, usually, he had more serious things to worry about. In fact he had not felt that piercing and self inflicted loneliness in years. His mind had been going through ‘what if’ scenarios for hours now. That hurt in a way he had not experienced recently.

He walked toward the bed, his feet leaving a wet trail after him. His towel had been nicely folded there but his eyes caught the mirror across. All the mirrors in his rooms had been removed or covered, the servants must have pulled the cover when cleaning.

Caranthir looked at the man in the mirror and winced. His wet hair was pushed back revealing his face, water was still running down his chest and legs. If someone was watching him now they would probably think he had never seen himself in a mirror. He wished that was the case. He walked slowly toward his reflection, head tilted studying what he was seeing.

His tattoos were covering his muscular body, black ink and spells intertwined with ugly scars. Then his gaze moved to the face, his tattoos were ending under his chin, there was nothing to cover the disaster above. In his arrogance he could admit he was handsome, even beautiful if it wasn’t for the right side of his face. Caranthir ran a finger through his damaged skin, ugly and dry, even grotesque in his opinion. Somehow he couldn’t have it all. He was perfect in every way but this. He placed his hand over the damaged part of his face covering it completely. He wanted to rip the skin and he probably would have done it if he didn’t know that this won’t really improve anything. He moved his palm to the healthy part of his face, covering the bright skin, now he could see only the ugly half staring at him like a demon. He could barely look at himself, why would she do that? He already knew she was terrified of him, which was his fault of course, but he just couldn’t bear seeing the disgust in her eyes if she was to see him like that, completely naked, nothing to hide the scars over his body and hair pushed back to uncover his face in all its deformation.

“Fuck!” he screamed and sent his fist flying into the mirror. It broke into small pieces, one getting stuck in his hand. He winced as he pulled it, red blood started pooling on his skin.