#wish i was a single ship devotee

[unethicallypleistocene]

for the character thing: captain ahab!

Thank you kindly!!

How I feel about this character He is EVERYTHING. Every single aspect of his character is fascinating and dynamic and connected to a million other things. It's like trying to figure out how I feel about a storm. The trauma and torture of it all.

All the people I ship romantically with this character Starbuck! I'm a Starhab devotee. They just have so much oomph. They would absolutely make each other way worse.

My non-romantic OTP for this character I mean. The titular whale also therapy

My unpopular opinion about this character Actual Literary Icon Captain Ahab has had every opinion ever written about him, so I'll just say he deserves to strike the sun if it insults him. As a treat.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon. THAT HE TURNED THAT SHIP AROUND. Ahab living his life would have been infinitely harder for him than kicking the bucket (and kicking his crew's buckets) but imagine the character development! Imagine him moving on. He was never meant to live and that's why he should have.

[forgottencormac]

Upon hearing the imperial summons, Cormac had dressed in his best -- a confection of taffeta and feathers that had had every other lord gawking at him in what he knew to be absolute envy and, standing next to Cassimir, he knew further that the contrast to all that black with his brilliantly-colored attire had further emphasized the pure bliss that was his own attire. The Emperor, himself, had given him a long look! But, then, that was his due, considering Cormac was the one man not of his own household who was family to Roderick.

Cormac frowned with sympathy as he reached for a strawberry tea sandwich, squeezing the tiny piece into his mouth all at once with what, he considered proudly, was an artful flourish of his fingers. He was attempting to smile despite his chewing (mouth closed!) when the words gossip sighed from her lips and, eyes widening, he choked slightly.

Having eventually got over his coughing fit and sucked down enough tea and water to float a small ship, Cormac smiled gallantly, carefully presenting what he considered the most attractive angle of his face, hoping this might sufficiently distract her both from the display -- and the secret he was currently cradling close to his heart. Cormac could never articulate adequately how very touched he'd been that he, out of Cassimir's many devotees, had been Cassimir's own chosen confidante!...But, similarly, discretion had never been Cormac's great virtue and, as soon as he'd heard of the betrothal, all he'd wished to do was tell the world and, most specifically, Cassandra. This was, he knew, the single greatest piece of gossip that would ever grace his ears, and all the better still because none knew save himself and Cassimir!...And, presumably, Eithne, though he wasn't certain she need know, as Cormac could not imagine anyone in their right mind would refuse Cassimir!

Cormac was certain that every lady who ever beheld Lord Malconaire or, indeed, heard so much as his name and deeds together, was hopelessly in love with Cassimir and, in fact, perhaps the saddest part of this whole situation was how the family Malconaire would no doubt split in twain as soon as the revelation was made to the rest of the stepsisters that he'd chosen another bride over them. Jealousy was, truly, an ugly thing, but Cormac could not blame any of them. How could they help it when they were forced to live in such close proximity with a man as desireable as that? A tragedy, to be sure, but an unavoidable one, as well.

Indeed, Cormac would hardly be surprised should a riot break out in Malconaire once the news was widely known, with every single lady (and doubtless some engaged and wedded ones as well!) storming his castle, hoping to prize him free from his beloved! How any woman might resist was beyond Cormac.

A deep well of compassion built inside Cormac, looking at his young friend, then, and, leaning forward, he placed a hand upon Cassandra's. "You must be brave, my dear," he began, softly. "I fear I've heard some news of late which will surely break your heart." Were he a maiden, he was quite sure he could cast himself from the highest tower in Lorcan for love of Cassimir, upon hearing he had chosen another.

"I am sworn to secrecy, but...news has reached my ears -- oh! How may I hint discreetly? Imagine the young lord you look upon with greatest admiration. Imagine him...lost to you." He nodded. "I fear the news is as grievous as that. The lady is deserving, surely, and I do wish happiness upon them both with all my heart...But it is a blow, a most grievous blow, to the whole of the empire, I think, when he might have taken a princess, instead, to wife."

He meant, of course, Guinevere, and his hope that Cassimir should through her one day reign as emperor.

"But, oh! What a hard thing it is to find oneself cut off so! I think, Your Highness," he began, using a more intimate title to which he imagined himself due, given their imagined relation. "I, myself, know of what you speak and the hardship is incalculable! Do you know," he leaned forward and swallowed hard against a lump building in his throat. "Do you know there was a shortage of samite? We could not get so much as a yard of it in Lorcan! A yard! Imagine!"

His hands flew to his face as his eyes stung with tears but, ever the gentleman, he managed to blink them away with a chivalry past all human understanding. Clearing his throat, he placed a hand over his heart. "Fortunately, I had a bolt of it left over from Hanthom, and the seamstress -- who is, I'm afraid, what subpar, herself, look at this stick, Highness! I can see it! -- was able to use the last of it in my doublet, as you see, but the hardship of it! I nearly fainted dead away when I heard the news! Fortunately, my brother was on hand to steady me, else I cannot think what I might have done!"

Cormac had stumbled back into Finn at the harrowing news, but his brother had kept remarkable composure given the gravity of the situation and not, himself, staggered whatsoever, which was the support to which he was referring.

Gasping, Cormac placed a hand to his mouth. "Well I understand the adventuresome spirit of a young lady, of course, but not at all Your Highness! The Emperor is quite right. Y ou were not there to see the sheer violence of the action at Lorcan it--" once more tears sprang to his eyes and Cormac shook his head, contemplating that horrific night. Fortunately, he himself had also not been witness to the event, but merely knowing escaped convicts lurked near Lorcan had been enough to leave him cowering beneath his bedsheets a full forty-eight hours. " I could not eat or sleep after it. I--I can still barely stomach food," he added, seizing a wee tart and popping it into his mouth with the same artful flourish of fingers (he was very proud of his long, tapering fingers, and careful to show them off any opportunity he got).

"Goodness, these are delightful! You must have your cook send mine the recipe!"

He frowned. "Oh, but what was I saying? Oh, yes! The sheer violence of those events! I feared our lives quite forfeit, my dear. Quite forfeit."

Cormac gasped, sucked down more tea to steady his frayed nerves, coughed a touch, and shook his head. "You mustn't say so! Do you know, the Malconaires had some local rustic," he flourished his fingers dismissively. "Who can recall the name? But he spent only a little time off in the fighting and, do you know, he instantly attacked a few of your father's gallant guards when he returned home! It's said he lives in those haunted woods, still, driven mad by the demons he lives amongst and that, at nights, you can still hear him howling amongst the trees. These are just the sorts of escapades such outlaws get up to! Pray, do not wish such a wretched fate upon your most noble and worthy self!"

Time for Tea | Cassandra & Cormac

The Emperor had gathered all of the Astairan lords and stewards to his palace to discuss the continued efforts to locate the men who had escaped their executions. There would be more security added to their borders and their ports to stop any further escape attempts that would be made.

Cassandra didn't know all of the details -- nor did she feel the need to inquire further -- but when she heard that Cormac Calleary was to be at the palace, she extended an invitation to him to join her for tea in the gardens before he returned home.

"I cannot tell you have terrible it has all been for me, Lord Calleary, not being able to see anybody or do anything! I am so pleased that you are here. Goodness, it must be nearly a week since I have seen anybody and I hope you have some gossip to bring me?"

She sighed, stirring her spoon round in her cup rather absentmindedly, "I know it is only for my own safety that my father has refused to let me leave, but really I still feel as though it is terribly cruel to do so. And all because a few outlaws have escaped the noose? Tell me, Lord Calleary, do you not think him simply an overprotective father? I am certain that I should be very well protected and ... even if something should happen, I can't imagine that they would harm a hair upon my head. And it would be no time at all until I was rescued. Besides, when our own cousin was taken captive, she was returned unharmed."

She imagined that Lord Ormond, himself, might rescue her if she was ever kidnapped. Cassandra imagined that he would have stormed off the moment he heard that she was missing and it was such a lovely daydream to imagine him fighting off outlaws in order to save her, that she could have easily been lost in it for hours on end -- if this had not been the first time she had had any company outside her own family for days.

"It is much more exciting to be locked away at an outlaw camp than to be locked away here. Don't you think?"

[merryfortune]

Lunacy

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt: 06 Lust

Ship: Eirika/Valter

Fandom: Fire Emblem Sacred Stones

Word Count: 2,941

Rating: M

Warnings: Chose not to use warnings

AN: Big thank you to @seasaltmemories for being my beta :D

Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Forced Relationships, Obsession, Abuse, Murder, Themes of Rape/Non-con

   Every night, without fail, the Goddess of the Moon used to light up the night skies, turning every end of the day into a feat of joy and merriment with just her appearance as she danced through the skies, no chariot of her own, just her and her two glass slippers. The nocturnal hours that she lit were precious and safe, completely and utterly free of the fear of the dark.

   It’s not like that anymore. Sometimes she is able to grace the world with the whole of her dance, other times she is shrouded in darkness. Worst of all are the nights when she’s not there at all.

   Ever since the Goddess of the Moon was forced to wed the God of the Dark, she had been unable to dance like she had in the more innocent days of yore. The gentle, restful night had been transformed due to their union as with his occurrence within the world had caused a new, dreadful fear to become known to the world. Thus cementing the God of the Dark as having a reputation for being the stealer of one of the two most precious lights that resided within the heavens.

   The moon had been taken from her twin, the sun, her elder brother. 

   Ephraim, the older twin, the literal golden boy, was the emissary of the sun. Commanding a golden chariot pulled by golden horses, he lit up the day with his fierce warmth and light, bringing energy to all lit by it. From the people to the animals to the plants. Each and every day, over the course of several hours, Ephraim and his horses would cause the sun to arc over the world. He would leave a blaze in his wake regardless of which season it was but that is what made him and his chariot, the sun, so admirable.

   Meanwhile, at night, Eirika would take to the skies in her brother’s place. She had no chariot, only her two glass slippers but her dance was elegant and illuminating. Her dance would lull children to sleep and her rapier would allow for light to gleam off it, revealing safe paths for weary travellers to follow. Where her brother blazed, she was a dew or a frost. Soft and forgiving, soothing, healing.

   Both the sun and the moon had their fair share of followers and devotees. 

   But Eirika had a devout follower like none other. A man by the name of Valter who had been praying to her since he was a child. It was a childhood interaction between him and the Goddess of the Moon that had caused him to become utterly obsessed with her.

   He recalled that fateful night with brilliant clarity, when the Goddess of the Moon had come down from the heavens and presented himself to her in the flesh and nectar.

   Beaten. Starved. Abused. Just a sampling of what Valter endured as the bastard child of a noblewoman and a rapist. And like many others, the night was the only reprieve from the scrutiny and assault that he faced from the people around him meant to be his family or carers. 

   He escaped outside, into the cool and into the fireflies that lingered near the pond at the rear of the orchard. Far, far away from the house with the little, battered cot that he had to call a bed. He looked up into the sky, through the treetops and the stars, and saw her. The most beautiful woman a child could ever conceive of: he saw the moon and his eyes filled upon that visage and with tears, too.

  He prayed. He begged. He worshipped in the blinding, holy light of the moon with no temple or ritual. Just his brutal feelings and brutalised body. He laid down his body and soul for this and for that, the Goddess of the Moon stepped down from the heavens and appeared before him.

   She caressed this child’s bruised face and cradled him, she ran her fingers through his hair and untangled the knots. Valter wept in her arms and so, Eirika gave him a blessing that he would take to his grave: she kissed his forehead and thus, a seal was placed upon him. The mark of the full moon. So long as he was faithful to her, no harm would befall him all the same as any other beneath Eirika’s moon.

   Then, once Eirika felt that she had consoled this child, she disappeared into his arms. A cavalcade of moonlit glitter, silvery and blue, and returned to her eternal dance in the night sky. Every twirl of her body, every kick of her long legs, every flick of her hand, another movement of the moon made as it had its own arc over the Earth.

   With the blessing of the Moon Goddess protecting him, his parents never raised a hand against him and he realised something. He was not weak anymore. He was not their prey. And so, empowered by the seal upon his forehead, Valter found his hierophilic purpose in life. Looking up at the indigo skies, he watched, entranced by the moonlight, by the goddess herself. Every night, he watched. He prayed. 

   Admiration and prayer gave way to obsession in the mind of young Valter as Eirika never visited him again, no matter how he pleaded and begged for her to reappear before him. And so, hopes and wishes, no matter how suffocated with his twisted affection, gave way to actions. He would do whatever it took for Eirika to notice him once more amongst all her mortal followers. Whatever it takes.

   Eventually, Eirika did notice Valter once more. He became all consuming to her attention, sickening her to her very core.

   He had grown into a man, a man like a wyvern. Tall, bulky, and sneering all the same as that heinous, fanged reptile. His prayers had turned to rallying cries of orchestrated tragedy. Each struck reverberating through the goddess whom he showed his devotion to in frigid cold blood. Until she had to cry out to no one at all as the gods had no higher power they could truly turn to.

   He was slaughtering innocents, those whom he deemed as unworthy followers of her and anyone else who had the misfortune of crossing his path like a black cat.  Every kill, a prayer and as they were prayers, Eirika felt each and everyone of them, even so far flung as into the skies and heavens. Every plunge of his spear against his so-called offerings was felt by Eirika as deep as the pain could possibly go and further still. 

   She felt the eviscerations that he put his victims through, the way he disembowled and revelled in the resulting viscera, how he desecrated what little was left. Every wound, every puncture. Though Eirika did not spill with a single drop of blood, she felt it as though it were a waterfall. The phantom penetrations left her on her knees as she could only grit her white teeth through it at all, screaming, sobbing, body and soul violated with his weapon of choice. His lunatic devotion.

  To the envy of the gods of war and the like, Valter was single handedly causing a disbalance in nature and the aether. All in adoration of Eirika and for it, Eirika would be the one punished by her fellow gods and goddesses. Not even her brother the sun could protect her as Lyon, the emissary of death, made his way to the moon, a tranquil fury at Eirika’s perceived negligence.

   He visited Eirika in the wayside of twilight, before her nightly dance would begin and he found her on her sublime abode, of marble and pure white rock, retching, holding herself as she felt more - dozens - killed in her name. Lyon knelt beside her.

   “Hark, my friend,” he told her, stroking her shoulder, an embodiment of light such as Eirika was not meant for such darkness, “but you must have courage and take to even your own follower to cease his atrocities. My domain is overflowing with souls who were not meant to be cut down by death just yet, it is disruptive, please understand, dear.”

   “I understand, Lyon, I will find a way to cease this madness.” Eirika said, sucking in a breath to sound braver than she was.

   “Excellent.” Lyon agreed and in a smog of shadow and dust, Eirika was left alone.

   She gazed out across the sky and she felt so, so small before the might of humankind and even all the universe. She had never felt that way before. She was a goddess, after all. So, she found herself seeking the counsel of someone whom she could always trust: her twin brother.

   Time was of the essence but Ephraim appeared on her cross path eventually. She hailed out to him and he halted his horses. They whinnied and whined but with Ephraim’s expert command, they stopped and he dismounted from behind the guard of his chariot.

   ���Unexpected to see you this soon, sister.” Ephraim greeted her.

   “I need a little of your help.” Eirika confessed, fidgeting. “I have never had a follower kill in my name, let alone slaughter. I have been told to end him but I do not believe myself to be up to the task alone.”

   Ephraim stroked his chin thoughtfully, “I am informed of the situation and believe it is yours and yours alone, little sister.”

   “I have never taken up arms against anyone,” Eirika said, “I am not like you brother. I am not a warrior. I am a lover, not a fighter.”

   “Then perhaps you ought to use that to your advantage. Fight with words, rather than weapons.” Ephraim said then sighed. “With that, I must dismiss you. As you cannot prolong the night, neither can I prolong the day.”

   “I understand, rest well later, Ephraim.” Eirika told him.

   She watched as he and his horses left her. She watched the sparks and embers in his trail, they were beautiful but in the right temperature, could ignite the very crops that he was meant to rear. Eirika wondered if the indulgent blessing she had given away so recklessly a few years ago was the same. Her heart wrenched and sure enough, the killing prayers had begun again and her offerings were in the form of heads cleaved from necks rather than trimmed hollyhocks or similar.

   It brought her to her knees with indecision and powerlessness. Eirika, a goddess, was left snivelling and sobbing in the wake of the murder in her name. She hadn’t a faintest clue how gods of war and death endured or if it felt different to them. 

   Desiring nothing more than to at least end her own suffering, let alone the grief of the loved ones of those who had been killed in her name, Eirika found her courage. She would find her own way to fight against this follower of hers. Eirika took a deep, heaving breath and her gloved fists strengthened. She tried to lift herself up but she was struck once more by the sensation of a piercing lance but she endured the pain as innocents were killed in her name. She vanished from the edge of the world where she had met her brother.

   Reappearing in a scourged field, Eirika stood, uncertain and she gazed out past the fallen, slaughtered bodies. This may have been a village once and it was as though war had razed it but she only saw the silhouette of one man and his lance in his hand. The one man who had caused this tragedy and his weapon of choice.

   Valter twitched. He could sense a cool change in the dusk. His movements were unnatural as he lumbered around, enthralled, that he appeared to be in the presence of someone more than loyalty. Eirika steeled herself. His gaunt face split into a manic grin. A lust for life, a lust for blood, and worst of all: a lust for her, Eirika sensed from it.

   “Eirika, my goddess, you recall me?” he asked as he began to amble forward, tired by his slaughter, using his lance as a cane to hobble with, and yet enthused by Eirika’s reappearance before her.

   In front of her, he laid down his weapon, overjoyed that his prayers had finally been heard, it seemed. He took her hand and smothered her knuckles with kisses. Eirika remained akin to marble, just a statue, glaring yet neutral. Valter’s passion disgusted her but what really made Eirika tremble was the realisation that he still bore her blessing upon his forehead. It shone like a beacon, completely unmarred from the passage of time, unmarred by the splatter of blood, completely unlike the rest of his face.

   “Yes, I remember you, the child that I assisted.” Eirika replied gravely. 

   Valter lifted his head and Eirika saw a jaundice to his eyes, they were wide, “I was worried my prayers were eluding you, I am nothing but devoted to you, my goddess, your attention is all that I desire.” 

   “They have been heard, Valter,” Eirika said, firm, “and they must stop.”

   Her proclamation shocked Valter to stone. He blinked. He behaved as though he could not fathom her words.

   “This killing in my name must stop.” Eirika continued, her voice getting louder now.

   Both of them were distraught but somehow, Valter was more so. He gawked, on the brink of anger. His one-sided love betrayed.

   “I will do anything to bring a stop to your murder.” Eirika told him.

   “Anything?” Valter echoed and disbelief gave way upon his rugged face to something conniving. It made Eirika’s skin crawl. 

   “Yes, anything, so long as it is within the boundaries of my domain.” Eirika replied, sheepish, already regretting her words but she hoped that so long as his request was per her own magic, then she would be true to her own word yet she dreaded Valter’s reply.

   He took a moment to peruse his words and gather what his anything would be but his teeth glinted, “I have my request.”

   “Let’s hear it.” Eirika replied, bravely, keeping her chin up even though she dreaded what was about to come from Valter’s mouth.

   “I want power.” Valter said. “Power of the gods.”

   “I must deny that, I can give you no such thing.” Eirika replied and she tried to step away from Valter but he grabbed her hand.

   Eirika’s heart could have jumped from her chest but instead, it sank. Valter came down to his knee, still holding her hand and Eirika realised what he was asking for her.

   “I could share in your power, as your husband.” Valter said. “Have me as your mortal lover…”

   “But make you a god.” Eirika finished his sentence for him.

   He was perversely delighted, clearly thinking it a good omen of her marriage for her to do that. Eirika swallowed a lump in her chest and her expression remained firm. Brave. She took a breath.

   “For a dowry, you will receive power over the dark, the home of the night sky and moon, but for the engagement, you will relinquish your killing. Those are our vows.” Eirika scowled.

   “As you wish,” Valter replied, his voice a sick caress, “my love.”

   Valter kissed Eirika’s hand once more. Just once. And there was a swell of power. The transfer of part of Eirika’s domain into another. She kept herself strong through it as she felt part of her power diminish and was eaten up by Valter.

   “You are now Valter, God of the Dark.” Eirika christened him and she could feel a shift in the balance of nature and aether but she didn’t think she was going to be scolded for it.

   This shift recontextualised itself and Eirika could feel the new presence of the dark. Not as a time of rest and solace, but as something that could have horrible dangers lurking in. An old fear, from before her time and birth as a goddess, revived and revitalised because of the birth of the new god before her, at her feet.

   “Come, Valter, we must make haste. The night must begin, it must go on.” Eirika told him, hurried him.

   Valter slowly got up and smiled eerily, “With pleasure.” he replied.

   Though she wanted to be let go, Eirika instead took Valter’s hand. To turn the moon, to blanket the world in darkness and sleep, soothed by the gentle light of the moon… unfortunately he now had a place in this as a newlywed dance, no matter how unnerving.

   Valter was sharply keen to assist. His hand was large against Eirika’s and despite being defined by her dualism with her brother, she had never danced with a partner before. His hands were stony and so were his movements, he was a warrior, not a dancer, Eirika quickly realised. 

   He trod on her toes, cracking the glass slippers her feet were adorned with but he was an eager partner, if anything else. Eager but inadequate, he took charge. They danced but it was not the dance that Eirika, or the world, had once known so effortlessly, so innately. As such, the moon was partially enshrouded in a shadow that had never been there before.

   Thus, for the first time in all the history so far of creation, earthly and heavenly, the moon began to wane. A shade of darkness, her possessive husband, hid the moon’s face as she tried to dance as usual, beginning a new lunar cycle the world had not seen before but would come to know ever after.

[thebmatt]

FFXIV Write 2021 prompt #21: Feckless

Feckless – lacking initiative or strength of character; irresponsible.

Since confessing to her how she had felt about her daughter all those years, ago, F’lhaminn had insisted that Fearless have a meal with her at least one time a week, unless she had world-saving that she couldn’t get away from. Aside from their exile to Ishgard, where F’lhaminn herself had to flee to Radz-at-Han, the pair hadn’t missed one yet.

F’lhaminn often told stories of Minfilia growing up or of her own exploits as a younger woman. Fearless passed on stories of the sights she saw in the far east or crazy tales of living with two girlfriends. F’lhaminn loved those, happy to laugh at the trio’s exploits or give advice when they encountered problems.

Today the pair were sharing a meal over the cafe’s Doman specialities. Fearless had been curious to see just how good Raulf had gotten with his wife’s traditional dishes, mostly to see how well Makoto would enjoy herself if Fearless would ever be able to bring her here.

Her first taste of the ramen had convinced her that he had gotten really good.

She was just about the comment on it to F’lhaminn when a Lalafell approached their table. “Feckless Willow?”

The two women shared a look, then Fearless turned to angrily address him. “It’s Fearless. Now what do you want?”

“Oh, Twelve, I’m so sorry! The writing on this envelope is atrocious, I honestly could not tell what the name said! I meant no offense, I swear!”

Fearless sighed. “It’s fine. You have something for me?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please sign here.” He handed her a clipboard. Fearless looked it over, but she only grasped a few phrases such as “signee agrees that parcel was delivered intact” and the like before she wrote her name on the line indicated.

She handed it back to him. “Excellent, ma’am, thank you very much. And here you are!”

He passed a thick envelope to her. She frowned. “Why have someone deliver this to me? Don’t most people rely on the Moogle Post?”

The Lalafell smiled proudly. “Afraid the Moogle Post hasn’t quite caught on in Aerslant, ma’am. People over there still trust Mariner Couriers to handle their mail and deliveries! After all, moogles are known to get distracted occasionally, not to mention become prey for any number of vicious predators! Wouldn’t you rather trust a professional?”

His beaming expression was met with expressions of distaste from the two women, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he spun smartly on his heels and walked off.

Fearless turned to look at the envelope, inwardly sighing. Aerslant doubtless meant her parents. She’d thought that chapter of her life was over when Rheika had stopped their final attempt to bring her home against her will. What the hells did they want now?

“Are you going to see what it is?: F’lhaminn asked.

“I don’t know if I really want to. It’s probably from my parents” Fearless replied.

F’lhaminn looked at her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “You…haven’t spoken of them. Not with me, at least. Unless I’m not recalling it?”

Fearless shook her head. “No, I prefer talking about good things with you. They…are very much not.” She tore open the envelope. Inside was a literal ream of parchment, all bearing very official looking printing, except the top sheet, which was handwritten in her father’s very blocky, no nonsense writing style.

To: Ms. Syhrwyda Ahldblaetwyn aka ‘Fearless Willow’ Re: Rights of Inheritance and Succession

This letter is to inform you that, per your wishes, as expressed via one Rheika Aliapoh, your status as legal inheritor of the Lost Mountain Shipping Company and of the personal fortunes of its owners, Master Ahldblaet Fyrilberksyn and Lady Usynwyda Holaszirnwyn has been rescinded.

Attached is a copy of the paperwork that has been filed with all relevant government bodies.

Signed, Ahldblaet Fyrilberksyn

Fearless reads it then wordlessly hands it off to F’lhaminn. She reads through it, then looks up to Fearless in horror. “What…what happened, Fearless?”

Fearless tells her the full story. How her parents showed her nothing in the way of love, unless she met their exacting, strict standards. How they’d removed her from school far too early and into an apprenticeship with her father. How when she’d failed to meet his even more exacting standards over his business within mere weeks of the new arrangement, he’d declared her useless. How her mother had forced her in etiquette c lasses following that debacle, intending only to marry her off so that the company could pass to a son they would trust to lead the company when they could no longer do so.

She’d kept her head down for most of it. When she finally was able to look up, she saw something she’d never witnessed before.

F’lhaminn was furious.

“That is….I just….Oh, my GODS what a horrible pair of fools! How…how does someone value a living person they created so little as to not care about them beyond what they can do for you? Useless? USELESS? Literally, look at what you have accomplished with the love and support of your friends! And….and they not only can’t be bothered to be proud of you, they don’t even believe it? I…I’m sorry, Fearless, but your parents are absolutely the worst. You don’t deserve what they’ve done to you, and they don’t deserve the brilliant, compassionate, and stalwart daughter they were given.”

Fearless smiles, eyes watered. “T-thank you, Lhaminn. That means a great deal, coming from you.”

The pair hugged. When Fearless did finally let go, she wiped a tear from her eye that had managed to escape. “You know, it’s rather funny, but my mom was quite the admirer of yours. You were popular even that far from Ul’dah, and her friends were all devotees of your songs, so of course she had to be. My father considered your music…frivolous, I think he said, but he couldn’t ever deny mother anything, so all of your orchestrion rolls eventually made their way into our home.”

*”Is that so?” Lhaminn’s face smiled into an evil grin

“And you’re certain of the identity of the sender, creature?”

“Absolutely, kupo! Any moogle worth his pom that’s worked in and around Ul’dah would know the Songstress by sight, and I have for a good number of years! It was definitely her that gave me this letter and bade me make the journey to you, kupo.”

Ahldblaet looked at the letter. A missive from this Songstress of Ul’dah his wife was always raving about. Well, used to, he supposed. She’d retired some time ago, and while she was still somewhat popular, other, newer performers had come to occupy most of the conversations of the social elite. Still, this should make her happy. “Thank you, moogle. Now begone before you shed on my floor or something.”

“How rude! Very well, a good day to you!” With a huff, the moogle activated a teleportation spell and then winked out of sight.

“Wife! We’ve a letter!” he called

His wife, Usynwyda, soon joined him in his office. “Who is it from?”

He simply handed her the sealed envelope. She gasped “The Songstress herself?? What….whatever could this be? Oh, perhaps she is touring again and has given us a personal invitation? Or maybe we are to be her guests at a formal dinner?”

He nodded. Certainly it would be something of that nature, they were quite important people after all. “Well, go on then. Open it and let us find out!”

She opened the envelope and began reading. Her gleeful expression soon turned to shock, then slid into horror as she made her way through the letter’s contents. She dropped the letter and fled the room, screeching in abject horror.

Perplexed, Ahldblaet picked up the letter and began reading.

To Ahldblaet Fyrilberksyn and Usynwyda Holaszirnwyn,

It has come to my attention that the pair of you are great admirers of my performances. I was thus inspired to pen you this missive to express my feelings on your contributions to the world.

Unfortunately, I am but a well trained vocalist, and have little knowledge on the worlds of business or cargo shipping, so I feel I am unqualified to speak on your successes there. However, there is a challenge that all of us have undertaken that I can speak on, that of parenthood. While I have given birth to no children of my own, I did adopt and raise an orphaned young woman to adulthood to become a brilliant woman determined to see the threats to our star defeated and it’s people saved.

You, on the other hand, have a daughter who has become equally brilliant and determined in spite of your parental failures.

I cannot even begin to comprehend how someone can look at a child that they created and brought into this world and see her as you have seen yours. I have heard the tales of your lack of warmth, of caring for this girl. How you derided her as worthless, useless, in the face of a single failure, regardless of its nature. How you wielded her like she was mere property for any chance it would increase your own profits.

Is it any wonder, then, that the moment she fled your presence, she blossomed? That she has become a hero to people not only across Eorzea, but the far eastern lands of Othard and Hingashi as well? I have heard, however, that you do not believe these claims. That she is a Warrior of Light, chosen by the Mothercrystal herself as a champion. That she has risen to this lofty title multiple times over, slaying summoned gods that would drain this star’s very life, driven Garlean forces out of Ala Mhigo and Doma and other former Imperial provinces, ended a thousand-year war between Ishgard and Dravania, and far more.

I do not comprehend how you can so utterly fail to see the truth of your daughter, but the fact is that I, and many others, are quite capable of doing so. You see, our daughters were became close before mine unfortunately passed, and during our shared grieving, I have come to regard her as my own as well. If you are so willing to discard the absolutely beautiful treasure that is Fearless Willow, then I shall be happy to care for her as best I can. Any mother worth the name would be proud of her for what she has become.

Retired though I am, I still have a number of friends in the publishing business, and I still talk with them often. During these conversations, I will more than likely end up speaking of Fearless. You know how mothers get, we can’t help but gush about our children’s successes and the hardships they’ve overcome. The Warriors of Light are always a newsworthy topic, and I imagine more than a few of them will run stories on her. Of course, they’ll all do their due diligence and dig up as much as they can in the name of getting all of the details right. They’re very thorough that way. Why, I’d expect articles about her in any number of periodicals soon.

Ones that I know for a fact have circulation on your own shores.

I’m curious how your social peers and business partners will react when they doubtless see your names in the story. Aren’t you?

I’d wish you the best of luck, but I would be lying.

Sincerely, F’lhaminn Qesh

PS. I wouldn’t bother saving this missive. I had an alchemist prepare the ink. Within a few minutes of it being opened, it will dissolve entirely. Don’t be holding it when that happens.

Even as he read the postscript, Ahldblaet saw the paper begin crumbling as the alchemical concoction did its work. He threw it to the stone floor, and within seconds, it had vanished as though it had never existed.

He hmphed. They could get in front of this. Who would believe the word of some woman from a far-off land over important people such as they? Perhaps his wife’s social standing might suffer, but eventually those parasites would come crawling back. Their trading partners were intelligent, savvy folk that were well trained in spotting truth from fiction, they’d see through such a ridiculous hatchet job. Honestly, he’d be surprised if anyone would believe this fiction about their runaway feckless former daughter.

Time to go reassure his wife.

[aiura-stan]

I am the exact opposite. When I read one ship’s ship fic I want to read them all!

for some reason, when i ship one ship i cannot bring myself to ship another one in the series. but only when i get super obsessed with one. like i couldn’t bring myself to read a saikechi fanfic. i’m not against the ship, but saiteru is just the only thing i’ll read idk does that make sense

[samaelserpentine]

An Odyssey Through Music, Muses, Madness and Magic

(Buckle up Tumblr, this is a long poem) 1. The isle guardians of vinyl Unwittingly nervous to the necromancy I have planned An inner storm so terrible But I was Struck by his Occult missive So laden down was I By all the lyrics, the words With characters told through dark supergods As Aleister Crowley is to Led Zeppelin is to David Bowie And now me Lost among them Buried within them The pages of ancient texts And the liner notes of the albums Held far too close to the heart Though I tried, perhaps I merely formed mystery at my own doom The records of the sorcerers Performing an infernal scratching on my psyche Breaking down what was there and carving out what could be But whether it should be Is still uncertain to me. 2. I found the darkness in riffs The wall of sound I was into Inhabited by self-admitted aliens Aleister’s hellfire brought to light My heavy work held up The symbolizing of some god Archaic and forgotten Through a ring Art cracks All the people that stare loveless Into your eyes But I would be different I would be realized Something broken Mended Yet still wrong But I would Make myself into something else With your words The fascination told fables A way out, a way through I would find my way to you Through the cracks. 3. Once artwork I became their voice Lurking in the shadows of time On the periphery Of reason Madness could be a thrilling companion And with the records transcendent And the races lost The shout rang out Are You Experienced? I am and am not Like an abysmal and sunken ship Lost in the depths of the ocean Alone and devoid of meaning Abandoned everything to Grooves, characters, truths And once there inhabiting these my psyche Broke open spilling out visions, words Like arcane knowledge Dancing carelessly over the line Between the sacred and profane Whispering it’s so nice to see you here again And my mind became a bookshelf filled with ancient wisdom A record player Playing albums that told lies like they were the truth I uncovered the Necronomicon Had lives in Atlantis Sat with the sound and vision Of a populated landscape Woven through history Like a single thread Linking everything I became a fixture Fantastic Within the hidden music of a paperback I would not be forgotten there. 4. Of those who sought And those who chose A wriggle of religious fanaticism in claim And its origins an apparent expression of salvation I say You are nothing and have nothing for me With your hierarchy and worry over the threat Of music and sexuality And your constant waging of war against me When mine and yours is a history of burning I have nothing to give you You’ve already taken too much from me I want what was mine back With your wicked face as old as These chords I worship And your evil work to further ministers As meaningful to me as a rotten turnip Yet of my conjuring powers You disbelieve When honey, you should fear me And not the other way around I hope that when you are most afraid You say my name. 5. Mobs make parents worried They claim the rock audience chaos Is just hormonal fury A response to what is true Inside of both me and you There is more than this A kind of magic If you look for it Religious In the way we turn musicians Into gods and goddesses Idol worship But is that all it is? In the truest sense An ancient rite Long buried and forgotten Rising up inside us all Those who dare to dance And by prohibiting and demonizing The ones who shake their fists Lose their sense Always the sound of agitation But I saw these pagan spirits first Before I heard your protesting words Theirs speak louder to me Than your hatred ever could. 6. To the electric teenager Finding your way Rebellion is autonomy It is tradition To push boundaries Yet each new generation of adults Somehow forgets these Eternal truths It's not your fault They're afraid of your youth Don't listen Hold on Your fire will make the world a better place For you. 7. Could this ancient thread Of reality and magic infused with dangerous potential Normally inhabited by far greater Magicians than I could ever be Break me? I am traversing this rough terrain Of shared perception With aliens These common visions a violence What could I even be? Nothing more than a mystery To those around me Lost in this metaverse I have accessed Through song, collage, words Chaotic, such occult meanings They and often I End in something Beyond reason Scratching out messages of methods The angels referenced spoken vast by terrifying qualities These opposing sorcerers Like a guitar screeching endless feedback Which demons? Sex? Drugs? Words? Palpable as suggesting a penultimate hidden secret Impenetrable beyond nothingness and Nonetheless I must find it Even if I have to destroy myself trying Nothing is more important Than this truth. 8. Years go by and I come about left handed Shaped by a tarot card about the arts and earlier The room Space Death I know spirituality I see it in my brother’s eyes Only the inner outer world collides But of the Beatles or beetles They didn’t understand How To make the world bend at your command Of this phenomenon devotees are Reckless Breathtaking in their beauty And chaos It takes a certain kind of madness Or perhaps maybe genius To choose this path To withstand the pressure Of reality kneeling At your feet Bending to your will I will break it before it breaks me Oh brother, don’t you worry I always find my way out of the darkness And besides, hell has never bothered me I am the master of my own design The maker of my own making Nothing else can touch me. 9. Imagination turns listeners into participants Gives power to the powerless Those converted shaped by few ideas Dreams Had rock’s Hare Krishna LSD Asking questions Whose inner world could I be? And as it moves, a cultural generation Becomes magical More magical than entire rock bands Than holy men and women Fashioned by the young The carbon copy progressives Lying like Houses Already vast Led by the words of the Bhagavad Gita You should have listened to me When I had the cards already free I tried to warn you what was coming But no one ever hears me Invisible as I am Until so repulsive, so strange You can’t look away from me You really should have listened You can't say I didn't try to warn you. 10. This is bigger than I am Stretched too thin like skin Over bone was and into The board, into the planchette Could enchantment make me forget? The board is vibrating Shaking like hands The grazing of sleeves Culture, vinyl Seemed out from under our covers Like what was hidden There, even tucked away those records Though of nothing gatefold came No reason to be afraid Other than the fingers that have become potent The light that has now dimmed And what could I have been To all who pulled that woven magic Out of my childhood? Could it be the way was manifest Curled up snugly against your breast? As warm candlelight over the Ouija Plastic memories came From which I had imagined the feelings like air between Bewitched but hovered from Somewhere above our heads I wished that I was dead Or that something would end. 11. Experiences divorced from reality Covers rock personas Cut out images appear worse But Dionysus would love this His child Who has people staged Like personal shamanic relics Thinking writing something mystical That I would seek this That I sought this Is surely a form of madness But all the logical illogical reasoning shows A kind of rare dedication to the cause These rites are magical Why speak of demons And why speak of devils? I have conjured and created Something new out of the ancient Like nails Scratching deep grooves into a record album I have altered something Broken it As their gods create chaos simulating insanity As if they even have to in me I am the false image of a human performed By a front magician Playing at being god In these moments of desperation Carrying the weight of lives As though my power were absolute My belief almost religious Fanatical My concerns become concerts When I am on my own Wondering why happiness has abandoned me And where all the merrymakers have gone Why I am more Anubis than Pan Why myth seems written in lyrics As musicians play me like a fiddle Play me for a fool I am possessed Into thinking I am appearing as many legends Something older than time itself A life bringer A life destroyer With the power to stop or start it all I needed to believe I had the power To save all of you To destroy all of you To protect myself If I needed to And I don’t know if I can save myself From the things I want to do As the darkness envelops me And my mind becomes unglued So go ahead and do what you always do And blame it on the music When we all know the truth It’s always been you. 12. Rumination is realization I wandered alone Within the elements and to God Unintelligible Words became strange as Rogue faeries genuine Approach looking wing Impenetrable as I have become What I’d produced went away from me Flew out of my control Reborn in catastrophe When where into situations I went From film to film I sense in time a song Things start about a room and again Became revolt But maybe that’s just what happens when you’re Involving the occult Bring out the old rock n roll safeguard Make it out of symbols and sigils A complete thought catalogue so arcane It would leave you spellbound for days My mind prison And that in myself some Christ was born A thought so seductive to be sure I would take control of these pursuits But unlike you Hatred would never do I would never fight against passion Your fear I came to hear Against spaceships, rituals, the mystical, Sex, magic Your terror So absolutely Psychological I felt protection close at hand And I was real myself, as I really am In and out of my depth Battling against you and your demands I came out cleaner Stronger And what became of you? Shhh, no telling I won’t spoil the ending No good to warn the enemy Of what is coming But You really should have been listening You should have been watching What was happening. 13. He said, you should have started with Kether Been sure of the path you were following After all Magic, like blood, stains But these moments were wonders They could drive out the fear of fortune, destiny Hanging over my head I was taking control Creating my own instead As thin as the thread that links us all Tenuous, fragile Like a mind on the verge of breaking Under the weight of a cruel reality The walls would speak to me Whispering When will you come to me From here or there And find me in a room High above the clouds Where we could build our love? It’s not enough It’s a drug And I need it As lovers we were And I, such as the mountains Looming, shy Unable to look you in the eye But here is the stuff of legend Sound soars like a movement Lost to the ages I never thought myself better than this moment Lost as I once was Now flashing light and colour Connected to everything Raising you like the devils they spoke of Dancing my way to Malkuth A fearless necromancer Disregarding all the rules. 14. I am the sun I am the ocean I am the mountains and the streams I am the demon who would be with you In all your wildest dreams Where men circle around you Desperate to keep you You land like sand flowing through my hand I did not try to hold onto you So you let me keep the thread Through this glass I was searching Broken as the cracks But now I am returning Now I am mending And once you were evasive Elusive Like a high I was chasing Or the first drink, the tenth, or the last But now I find you woven into everything Believing we were thrown together like darts Bending like space and time I was searching for this Searching for you In desolate stations We would be protected Dredging the world to a ditch Just to find you Just to become more than this You are a wonder Among wondrous things And I am bird Who has found his wings Overlooking humanity From up on high I have found me in you This time And of all the things they can take from me That will never be one of them For I am the sun I am the ocean I am the mountains and the streams I am the demon who would be with you In all your wildest dreams But above all else What is more I have found peace Dancing in the flames of this madness They tried to call a disease I am me I am me I am me.

[synoikismos]

« Τα μεγαλεία να φοβάσαι, ω ψυχή. Και τες φιλοδοξίες σου να υπερνικήσεις αν δεν μπορείς, με δισταγμό και προφυλάξεις να τες ακολουθείς. Και όσο εμπροστά προβαίνεις, τόσο εξεταστική, προσεκτική να είσαι. »

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❛  My soul, guard against pomp and glory. And if you can't curb your ambitions, at least pursue them hesitantly, cautiously. And the higher you go, the more searching and careful you need to be.  ❜

————— now playing :  (  🎵 )  ain’t no grave — crooked still

GUEST CARD

— ✹ FULL NAME   :::   theseus — ✹ TITLE   :::   (  deposed  /  exiled  )  king of athens, prince of troezen, son of poseidon  /  sounds impressive but all of these are worthless because he’s on that hashtag Exile Livin’! — ✹ BIRTHPLACE   :::   troezen, attica — a former kingdom southwest of athens, brought formally under the athenian fold by theseus ushering in the synoikismos and dismantling cretan hegemony over the lands of attica — ✹ LAND / KINGDOM   :::   kingdom of athens  —  once a simple polis, theseus has managed to expand the aforementioned kingdom, politically unifiying the various other political units of attica into one coherent political state under athenian rule — ✹ AGE   :::   thirty-one  /  born on the henē kai nea of poseideon  /  translated: the last day of the month that is approximately december or january  

AFFILIATIONS

— ✹ PARENTS   :::   (  poseidon  /  aegeus  )  & aethra — ✹ SIBLINGS   :::   yeah .... a fuck-ton from poseidon but im not gonna list all that  /  possibly? medus? from aegeus? — ✹ LOVER(S)   :::   taylor swift vc : got a long list of ex-lovers  /  cassandra  (  arguably literally ghosted her  )  /  ariadne  (  former, rip  )  /  a fuck-ton of others probably  /  pirithous  (  technically? deceased  )  /  helen  (  he wishes  )  /  to be plotted?      — ✹ PATRON DEITY   :::   n/a  /  poseidon, you coward, give your son your patronage! — ✹ PROTEGE   :::   n/a   /   he’s accepting applications if yall want to ig???

INSIGHT

— ✹ VICES   :::   diligence  /  fortitude  /  patience  (  arguably  ) — ✹ VIRTUES   :::   greed  /  pride  /  lust — ✹ MORAL ALIGNMENT   :::   true neutral  — ✹ PERSONALITY TYPE   :::   intj-a  /  3w4 8w7 5w6 sx/sp  /  choleric-sanguine  /  true neutral  /  slytherclaw  /  spiritually a scorpio probably  /  philosophically a rational egoist  /  politically  (  and i’m going to use an anachronism here  )  a max stirner devotee à la union of egoists kinda thing? — ✹ MOST FORTUNATE MEMORY   :::   it was inevitable: the sight of the sea would always remind him of what he lost. it is a curiosity to associate such deprivation with the clearest of joys; but as he has come to learn: there is no light without dark. thus, there is no joy without despair. he thinks about stolen kisses in evergreen gardens filled with sycamore trees; he thinks about a hand clutched while whispered words tell tales of the promise of a new life; he thinks about secret meadows and fights turned into tender caresses; he thinks about labyrinths and spools of thread; he thinks about love lost and love gained and love mourned. through it all, he does not think of the memories by themselves, but of them as chapters to his narrative. his most fortunate memory isn’t any particular memory; instead, it’s the memory of memories, subtle yet succinct, ever-there but rarely felt. it is the act of remembering that moves him so: standing on a shore, looking out into the waters, the sea breeze in his hair. his most precious possession is not even a ghost; but the ghost of a ghost, like a mirror reflected on itself, the concatenation of nostalgia. for a moment—a brief, glorious moment where all is clear, all is lucid, all is bright, all is beautiful—he thinks he finally understand what his mother meant. — ✹ AN  ACT THEY WOULD ERASE   :::   verdant fields and clear blue skies, rolling around in meadows, the promise of eternity in but a single moment—the memories are still there yet the actors are gone. one has been twisted into the worst version of himself; the other is stuck still in the underworld. life cannot be lived without regrets, and theseus has many, but this is the one that always comes to mind when he thinks about his failings. there is the ghost of a whisper on his ear, his lips mouthing the words that would condemn them both: do we not deserve this? yet even as this memory stirs the most profound regret in him, a sly voice, almost sounding like himself, asks: but you would do it all over again, would you not? and he can never answer, because he does not want to lie. — ✹ BELIEF ABOUT FATE   :::   this is a story you already know, retold in a dozen different ways throughout the unfolding of history. when you play with the gods, there is always an element of danger; but what is life if not to risk daily? the god might think they are beholden to nobody, but fate is a higher order still. nature has whims all of her own, and as one system rises, so too must another fall. this is how it went from chaos to creation to the reign of the titans to their downfall in the titanomachy. destiny waxes and wanes. the future is the past is the present. there are no gods; there are no masters. there is only action. the rest is silence.

RECOGNITION

— ✹ NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS   :::   there are various scars that litter his body, remnants from his many encounters of battling with monsters and other men. he doesn’t speak about it much; instead he only speaks of victories, of triumph. loss and weakness are meant for other men, mortal men, men whose veins aren’t touch by ichor’d sanguinity. — ✹ NOTABLE QUIRKS, IDIOSYNCRACIES   :::   his rather odd insistence on always having a light by him, even while sleeping—perhaps most especially while sleeping. it is an odd habit that is borne from his many months swaddled in half-darkness in the underworld, a habit that threatens to burn him and everything around him down by a mere gust of strong wind should the fates decree it so; but perhaps he would rather have such a fate than live in darkness once more. aside from that, there is his rather stunning overconfidence—almost too unbelievable to be true. perhaps it’s a ploy, some kind of scheme to make you think something about him—but to what end? and does it not seem he believes in his own myths the more he retells them? — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG MORTALS   :::   there’s a certain tenacity about him, some flavour of vivacity, maybe even some sort of sagacity. he’s the man who could, the man who did, and the man who would—even if doing all three kills him. his name is spoken of in revered whispers before his all-too sudden fall from grace. two years have passed since he boldly dared where no other would do—two years he suffered and two years he survived—and any sane man would have then lived a life of quiet, retiring into domesticity. yet here he is again, once more daring, once more cloying, once more attempting. what can one do but watch as a man tries again and again? maybe it’s with pity you choose to regard him; maybe it’s with a certain incredulity. still, you are watching him—and perhaps that’s all he ever wanted. //  tl;dr: resident florida man does it again!   — ✹ REPUTATION AMONG GODS   :::   what does one do with one who dares think he can flout the natural order? theseus is a man—nothing but a man—yet he’s descended from one of them, even if unrecognised, and he dares think of himself as heralding a new age. for now, he’s an annoying fly buzzing about, buzzing about for the next careful window of opportunity. swat him away, won’t you? you’d be doing yourselves a favour.   // aka: olympians HATE him! he tried to steal one of them with his bro and he’s still out here thriving!  && you, too, can be like him with this 5 drachmae trick! LEARN THE TRUTH NOW!  

MUTUAL HEADCANON

What man, after entering Paradise, would seek to go back to earth ? What man, having known Helen, could be content with anybody else ?

the salt-sea waves laps up at the edges of the boat and there is the aftertaste of brine in the air. around them, there are the fishermen going about their business, off to cast their nails for this early morning, heads cast down as if to ignore the magnificent sail of the ship docked in their desolate land. in the distance, a white twisted something of a tree, already dead yet still standing. troezen was no athens, no sparta, no troy: it is nothing but void, empty and barren—of heroes, of legends, of ichor. yet here they stand, two holy individuals lifted up by their divine parentage, looking like stark figures against the ashen landscape. 

(  this is not the end, this is the beginning.  )

water crash against rocks. there is the smell of a storm in the air. if he is to leave, he must leave soon—and yet, where once there is nothing but bold willingness, there is now the piquant feeling of worry, some tinge of regret. he becomes half-moored, half-alight: feet tethered to sandy beaches even as his ears welcome the call of the sea.

❛  it will be as if i never left,  ❜  he says, already knowing that it is not as easy as he makes it out to be to her. 

he unfolds his hands, revealing a sliver of a thing: an apple seed, nothing more and nothing less. he takes her hand, and puts it on her palm, closing her first around it as if it is something precious.  ❛  Τῷ μήλῳ βάλλω σε· σὺ δ΄ εἰ μὲν ἑκοῦσα φιλεῖς με͵ δεξαμένη τῆς σῆς παρθενίης μετάδος,  ❜  he says, and that is all that needed to be said.

[derangedsilence]

Touji Saijou

Permissions

Please feel free to check any of the Sakamaki Bros.’ permission lists.  It’s pretty repetitively the same.

Singleship per verse but most verses will have him already with his wife, please feel free to participate in the plots as appropriate, etc.  *It’s very unlikely that I’ll ship this muse unless I’m very familiar with the other rper and their comfort zones, sorry.  I’m not writing the “getting to know you” phase of Touji’s romance on tumblr, no thank you.  If there’s enough “chemistry” between your muse and Touji, I’m willing to consider including your muse as his wife.

*Much of this information is based heavily in headcanons, as this is a character from a two-volume drama CD.

Biography / Stats

FULL NAME. Touji Saijou AGE. 35-40 BIRTHDAY. October 13 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male, he/him ORIENTATION. Heterosexual SPECIES. Human OCCUPATION. CEO of the Saijou corporation, a “top 1%” kind of company when it comes to power, money and influence.   RESIDENCE. Saijou residence, Japan

HAIR. Auburn EYES. Blue BUILD. Fit HEIGHT. 6'0''  TATTOOS. None. PIERCINGS. None. ADDITIONAL MARKINGS.   None. OTHER. Right-handed.

ZODIAC. Libra  ALIGNMENT. Chaotic neutral  POSITIVE TRAITS.  Respectful, talented, devoted NEGATIVE TRAITS. Obsessive, forceful, controlling

BIRTH PLACE. Japan NATIONALITY. Japanese FAMILY.  A long history of being part of the Saijou group.  A grandfather (alive) and parents (deceased).  If in a verse where he’s married: his son, Hikaru. EXTENDED FAMILY. Plenty, as branch families.  Touji is the head of the Saijou family’s main branch after marrying. EDUCATION. Masters of Science / College NOTABLE SKILLS. Business acumen, shibari, kidnapping, blackmail   LANGUAGES. Japanese, English, Russian FAVORITE FOOD. Anything made by his wife DISLIKES.  His grandfather, people who get in his way

Appearance

With auburn hair brushed carefully, cold blue eyes, and an impeccable suit, Touji Saijou is the kind of man that frequently winds up on the covers of various magazines as his company’s successes continue to tally up.  Even more so when he was single, occasionally winding up on lists for ‘most eligible bachelor’.

Personality

The Saijou family has a curse.  The fact that there is a curse, so to speak, is known to each direct heir.  Whether or not they understand what the curse truly is, well...  No one the men of the Saijou house love, not a single individual they love, will return that love.  “The act of not being loved by their other half runs in their blood.”  This is an accepted fact - Touji, like his father and his father, before him, have all been prepared to grab up the person they love by any means necessary to combat this.

Touji is a strange mix of practical realist and obsessive devotee - he’s a man who sleeps five hours a night, keeps to a tight schedule and constantly makes sharp executive decisions with ease.  Perhaps it’s his lack of attachment that makes him able to see the big picture and the little details all at once. 

He is quick to take, take control of, and use as he wants.  If a bit of control and excessive stage play is necessary to set the scene and give him the evidence needed to procure something he wants, so be it.

When it comes to love, Touji is domineering, controlling, excited, boyish, cheerful and doting.  He is quick to take what he wants, take control of whom he wants, and set things up calmly so that he can obtain it.  He doesn’t even feel threatened or distressed by the idea of his wife killing him, so long as it makes her truly happy - it’s an accepted potential penance for what he did to make sure she would be his wife.

" … But I… in my own way, I love that child. It’s a way of loving that is different from yours, but… I intend to continue watching over him. As a father… and as a companion with the same curse, you see.”

Touji loves his son and is happy to provide proper, tried-and-true advice when Hikaru eventually tells him of a woman he, his son, desires...  His son is a much gentler boy than the Saijou family typically sired; Touji does not believe Hikaru will “lift the curse” at all, despite his wife’s wishes for this to be the case.

History

Once upon a time, the Saijou family was cursed.

Many generations later, Touji Saijou was born.  His mother died giving birth to him and his father committed suicide to be with her.  This left his grandparents to care for him.  His grandfather adored Touji’s mother and could not forgive him for this, taking great care and pleasure in separating Touji from anyone he ever became attached to while still strictly raising him to be a proper heir to the Saijou group.  If his grandmother was kind, she didn’t leave too much of a mark - she died early on in Touji’s life as well, succumbing to an illness.

For the sake of ensuring Touji focused entirely on his studies and desired skills, his grandfather eliminated anything that could obstruct it to the point where Touji describes him as a “person who systematically kills everything I love.”  When Touji had a dog he cared about and accidentally played with it too much and his grades dropped, the grandfather ordered it be beaten to death.  When Touji raised a cat in secret, it was discovered and sent to an animal shelter.  If Touji became a little too attached to a classmate, his grandfather wouldn’t kill them but take steps to break them or otherwise ensure they would avoid Touji in the future.

A successful adult heir, Touji Saijou improved the group’s finances and expanded their business carefully.  His grandfather tried to shove him into loveless arranged marriages that he could control, but Saijou passionlessly dodged these as necessary.  

No, his days continued colorlessly.  Until he met a kind woman who unintentionally sparked something in Touji’s heart.  Unknowing what she was waking up in a typically detached man, she had no idea that soon after she would be forcibly dragged into being a permanent fixture of his life.

If Grandfather had taught him anything outside of his responsibilities, one thing was clear: never leave room for someone else to step in and influence the situation.  Neither his grandfather, the heroine nor her own family could change the events he set into motion, eventually succeeding in obtaining her as his wife.

And one day, they even had a child.

Touji is quite the doting husband but he has no illusions towards what he’s done.  Life goes on, as they say.

Verses

Brief summaries of the verses for Touji along with potential links for those less familiar with his drama CDs but still want to interact with him.  For the sake of keeping things clean, encouraging community-wide and cooperative storytelling in roleplay, and not letting things get too crazy, verses will be limited.  More may be made over time as needed.

Summaries:

| Touji Saijou’s Drama CD Summary, Discs 1 & 2 | (Coming Soon)

VERSE - THE MAN WHO DID NOT KNOW LOVE

This verse assumes that he does not yet know his future wife.  He may find her and fall in love, or he may continue his life otherwise.  This verse may eventually mirror the main verse depending on growth, but allows for a bit of flexibility / etc.  Who knows.  It might be necessary, so it’s here.

Verse Details | Tag: #V; TOUJI; THE MAN WHO DID NOT KNOW LOVE

VERSE - THE MAN WHO DID NOT RECOGNIZE LOVE

*This verse will typically be the default, ‘main verse’.  In this, it is assumed that Touji has found the love of his life and married her.  He works hard at his career & does his best to love his wife and raise his son.  Personality problems and all.  He remains unable to recognize that his wife now returns his love, due to how he started the relationship.

Verse Details | Tag: #V; TOUJI; THE MAN WHO DID NOT RECOGNIZE LOVE

VERSE - MISC.

Posts that would involve duplicates (unlikely) in the same scene in a manner that would be hard to pass off as typical flow for those verses or other complicated scenarios that could arise. 

Verse Details | Tag:#V; TOUJI; MISC

SITUATIONAL VERSE TAGS

#V; TOUJI; UNIVERSAL

Posts that can easily be assumed to have occured in either verse, typically answering asks, etc. that aren’t directly related to events unique to their timelines.

#V; TOUJI; WHAT IFS & #V; TOUJI; ONESHOTS

Likely reserved for one-off threads exploring a “what if”, a romantic meme that would otherwise be inappropriate, etc.  If a meme doesn’t quite fit with one of the existing timelines, it’ll get one of these.

Trivia

Has more money than most of Japan combined, please stop him.

Tags

THREAD / WRITING TAG: #echoes in the halls; touji

HEADCANONS:  #hc; kankinkon; touji

IMAGES: #itt // touji saijou

MUSIC:  #music; kankinkon; touji

[littlemisskookie]

Horns

Playgirl: Kiwi Black Sheep Scott Pilgrim Horns LA Devotee S.L.U.T. Boy Ship: Playgirl!Reader | Namjoon Description: You attend a frat party the inductees throw. Warnings: Choking, Tie Kink? Face Fucking, Deepthroating, Intercourse, Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Degrading Names, Fingering, Spanking, Slapping, Dom!Joon Word Count: 4,156 Song: Horns by Bryce Fox

Part of you regretted having to attend this damn party the inductees threw. But as Namjoon explained it'd be expected for you to show up, especially since you had helped him with the presentation. The theme for the night was jocks versus nerds, which was pretty cliche, but you didn't mind.

You stared down at your sexy nerd outfit, a schoolgirl skirt and white button down, complete with a blue tie. You wore pigtails and fake glasses, matching the theme.

Soyeon stepped into your room, eyeing your outfit. "You look nice," she complimented. "I don't know why you don't want to go, though. You love parties more than I do."

You nodded, noting that she hadn't attended a single party since her breakup with Taehyung- but you weren't going to force her into anything. "The theme's nerds and jocks, so I went this route," you said, adjusting the tie.

"I... Do you think it'd be ok if I tag along?" Soyeon asked nervously.

You looked at her, surprised by her request. "Sure. I'd probably need company anyway. You sure you'll be ok?"

"I doubt I'll run into Tae," Soyeon assured you. "And if I do... It'll be fine. It's been more than a month since I've partied- I need to get back out there, no?"

"Yeah, sure," you smiled. "This'll be good for you."

"What should I wear? I don't think I have any fake glasses," Soyeon questioned. "Oh, what about the slutty cheerleader costume I wore last Halloween?"

"That could work," you encouraged. Secretly you were super relieved that she'd be there. It'd provide more opportunities for you to avoid a certain someone. It wasn't because you were ashamed of your past- it was more like you were ashamed of your present. And you didn't want him to see that side of you.

An hour later and a few beers down and Soyeon had disappeared into the crowd. You were left drinking beer, looking out at the party the inductees threw. You could spy them- they were the ones who didn't get drunk and kept an eye on everything, making sure it was all in order. You felt a bit of pride on that note, but you were quickly whisked out of that good mood when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You tensed up, seeing Jin. "Oh, hey." Your tone is clipped and awkward, and you gulp down the rest of your drink, knowing you didn't want to be sober for this conversation.

"Hey," he said, pressing his plush lips together. "Uh... do you think we could talk?"

"About what?" You played dumb, looking at him with wide eyes. No no no, you did not want to have this conversation. You'd rather die in a hole than confront a problem. You just liked to walk away before it escalated- but you guessed Jin couldn't walk away from you.

Jin narrowed his eyes. "You know exactly what I mean. Vee, I busted a lip for you back there."

"I didn't ask you to," you mutter. "I could've handled myself."

"You can't seem to handle anything, considering the fact you ran out of the room in the first place," Jin said, caging you against the wall, both arms on either side of you. "Vee. We can act like adults about this. I know that I might've sprung it up on you, and you're not the relationship kind of girl, but I want you to know that-"

Before he could finish his sentence, however, a hand pushed against his chest, flaring nostrils and glaring eyes meeting you. Your blood ran cold as Taehyung's handsome face glared at yours, and he was grabbing your arm. "We need to talk."

Jin pushed against his shoulder, brows furrowed. "Dude, what the fuck? I was having a conversation."

"It's a Soyeon thing," Taehyung grunted.

At that, Jin let the younger man go, face falling. "Oh... that. Wait- what happened?"

"First I've got to talk to Vee," Taehyung said, dragging you along. You could do nothing more than be pried away from Jin as you scrambled after Taehyung, wondering what he could be going on about. Truth be told, though, you were kind of scared. You had never seen Taehyung so pissed. But despite that, you were grateful to leave the awkward situation that was transpiring between you and Jin.

Taehyung took you to a secluded closet, turning on the light as he crossed his arms. You blinked up at him, confused and unaware of what had him so moody.

"I get Soyeon's still pissed- but this is low, even for her," Taehyung growled, his voice low.

"I... I'm lost," you said. "And I don't think it's very wise of us to be in a closet together. Not that you're not attractive or I don't trust you or anything- but I don't want someone to catch us in here and get the wrong idea. Hell, how would we know Soyeon didn't see us walk in here?"

"Oh, trust me, that won't happen," Taehyung hissed. "I just saw her fucking one of my best friends."

Your eyes went wide as you processed the situation. "Oh... I'm sorry you had to see that, Tae. I had no idea honestly. I lost her about half an hour ago and had no clue where she went."

"It's not your fault," Taehyung grunted. "But that's just stepping over the line- she could've picked anyone else and yet she decided my best friend."

"She's probably just drunk," you explain, trying your best to defend her. "And you guys broke up- why would you care?"

"I care because someone told me where she was, and I was going up there with a box of chocolates and an apology card, about to beg for her back saying I probably made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go, and then I find her bouncing on my frat-brother's dick," Taehyung sighed. "So sure, why would I care?"

Your face falls, and you rub his arm tenderly. "I'm so sorry, Tae. I... If you had gotten to her a few minutes earlier, maybe it would've been different. But that's not how things went so... What're you going to do?"

"I just want to know if she still even wants me," Taehyung mumbled. "Or if I should give up now."

"I'm not one to input my opinion here, Taehyung. I don't know why you came to me," you mumble. "I thought you moved on when I caught you in the bathroom with another girl."

"After you did I didn't move forward," Taehyung admitted. "I was too shaken up. But I did sleep with someone else after I broke up with her. I dunno, you know how guys are. Right after the breakup, it's great, but then they get lonely and realize their mistake. It's the opposite for chicks."

"I suppose. I'm not too familiar with breakups to know," you confessed. "But I do wish you and Soyeon the best of luck working things out- getting back together or not. Just do what'll make both of you happy and communicate."

"For someone who's literally repulsed at the idea of having a love life, you give good advice," Taehyung chuckles, tugging playfully on one of your pigtails. He swings open the closet door, giving you a grateful smile. "Thanks, Val."

Your face falls. "Don't call me that here, Tae- someone could hear and-"

"Valarie!"

You wince, and Taehyung slips away into the crowd. You turn towards Jungkook, frozen stiff as a board. "Oh, hey Jungkook," you greet, flinching. He's dressed as a jock, a sporty coat on. "Didn't see you here."

"Yeah- I'm so glad we ran into each other, it's been too long," Jungkook grinned. "I haven't seen you in forever."

"Yeah, tell me about it," you say, scratching the back of your head.

"So, how do you like the party? It's part of my job to ask, since I'm one of the inductees who helped throw it," Jungkook smiled.

"It's great. You did a good job- most of the parties don't even have themes, so it's a nice change," you compliment.

"Say, why'd you run out when I greeted you at that induction meeting," Jungkook brings up.

"Oh, I had to run some errands," you blatantly lie. Quick to change the subject, you think of another topic. "So what brings you to this school anyway? I thought you were at Crestmont."

Jungkook smiled. "I was, but I decided to transfer here. You know, get away from our hometown and all that. None of the kids from there come here, and when I saw you here I was glad to see a familiar face. I mean, I remember how things used to be when we were in high school. We were close back then, but I was sad we lost touch."

"Me too," you admit. "I guess I was just busy. Y'know, college and all that."

"I get it," he assured you, coll and level-headed as always.

Truth was, Jungkook was exactly the kind of guy who you didn't want to know about your reputation. But if someone didn't tell him already, he was bound to find out soon, especially since he'd be at this frat's parties. Jungkook was a close friend of yours back in high school, and the two of you were close. Hell, you might've even had a sexual crush or something of the sort back in the day- but you could hardly remember it now.

But you just didn't want him to find out and go blabbing to all of the people back home. You trusted Jungkook wouldn't do that, but you undoubtedly grew out of the image Jungkook would've pictured for you, and you weren't sure if he did as well. Though the scrawny little kid you used to know way back when was now built into a fully grown man, and you couldn't help but let your eyes rake along the muscles that looked taught and bulky beneath the thin fabric of his tight shirt.

"Hey, Vee!" Namjoon popped up behind Jungkook, beer in hand as he slapped the boy's shoulder in that 'macho' way. He's dressed as a fellow nerd, a loose tie and his spectacles acting as his makeshift outfit. He looked like a nerd no matter what he wore, in your opinion. "See you're making sure our inductees are frat worthy- huh?"

"Vee?" Jungkook repeated in confusion, brows furrowed.

"Uh, yeah. This one's a keeper," you assured Namjoon with a smile.

"I'll say. He put the most effort into this shindig," Namjoon complimented, grinning to Jungkook as a sense of flattery.

You rolled your eyes, flinching. "Who the hell says shindig, any more?"

"I'll leave you two to it- I've got to check on others," Jungkook says, quickly leaving the two of you be.

You look up at Namjoon, a cocky smirk on your face. "You know... I did say it'd be your turn next time, didn't I?"

Namjoon's eyes widened. "Oh?"

"Surprised you haven't called me up on the offer. Jimin said you were interested. Guess I'm just disappointed," you sigh playfully. "Don't tell me you're that shy now."

"No, it's not that," Namjoon assures you with a warm smile, though his eyes are cold.

A shiver runs down your spine automatically, but you don't acknowledge it. "How come, then?"

"Because you wouldn't be able to handle it."

Your blood runs cold, and you lick your lips, stepping forward to run your fingers along the fabric of his shirt. "I think you underestimate me, Joonie."

He smirked at you, quirking a questionable brow as he slowly took your tie in his fingers, pushing it up where the knot was at the base of your throat, and you stepped back, head slamming into the closet door as your breath hitched. Your hands wrapped around the frat president's wrist, which was firm in holding the tie against your throat, making sure the veins along your neck would pop beneath the skin around the tie. Namjoon looked up to you skeptically, his eyes searching yours. "Still think you can handle it?"

You let out a shaky smile, your face blooming red as he finally slightly loosened the tie. "Why? Is that all you've got?"

It seemed to be only those words that had him dragging you to his bedroom, kicking the door back with his foot as he shoved you inside, yanking again on your tie to choke you, forcing you to jut your chin upwards to face him. You felt the sharp sting of his palm against your cheek, and you grinned as he shook the tie.

"You must really be a cockslut if you like this," Namjoon chuckled, watching your face bloom red.

"Uh huh," was all you could choke out, your breath hitching as you felt your lungs begin to burn in your chest.

Namjoon let go of the tie, letting you gasp for breath as it hung loosely, though the collar of it was still snug. You loosened it, sure that bruises would blossom around the collum of your throat. You stared up at Namjoon, eyes wide as he quickly unfastened his belt, staring down at you until he finally unsheathed his erection.

You reached up to touch it, but he swatted your hands away. "No hands," he commanded, instead opting to grab onto your pigtails. Your eyes widened as he moved you closer to his cock, and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking him in as he let out a throaty groan. He started to maneuver your movements, bobbing your head up and down his girth. Soon enough you weren't doing any of the work, just letting him tug at your pigtails as he aggressively thrust into your relaxed throat. Your pigtails were merely handlebars, and he was using you like his new makeshift fleshlight.

"God, fuck, you feel so good," Namjoon groaned, tilting his head back. Perspiration popped up along his temple as he sweated, using an extreme amount of force as he repeatedly rammed himself into your throat. You relaxed your jaw as best you could, though it was beginning to ache from his ministrations. You typically wouldn't be so trusting of this amount of kink for a new sex partner- but you knew Joonie for so long that you were confident he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Besides, you most definitely liked this treatment from the typically sweet boy.

You felt like some sort of school girl having sex with her teacher. What, with Namjoon's open-mouthed pants and the glasses slipping down his nose, to the way his hands were tightly wound in your pigtails as he pumped into your mouth with brutal force- it was so sexy and wrong that you felt wetness pooling into your underwear, begging for attention.

You gripped onto Namjoon's thighs, trying to halt his movements, feeling your lungs trying to collapse upon themselves like dying stars. He halts his movements, pulling out of your mouth, and a string of saliva interconnects your lips to the head of his dick for but a brief moment before it falls, breaking. You're left drooling over yourself, and your head throbs on the areas of your scalp that he tugged at.

You look up at him, waiting for his next command. His dick is shiny with your slobber all over it, and he pumps it gingerly, feeling the beads of precum spilling from the head of his cock. He walked forward, slapping his dick against the side of your cheek, and you couldn't help but grin at the feeling, the wet thwaps making you squeeze your thighs together.

"You like this, huh?" Namjoon questions, purposefully rubbing his dick against the side of your face.

"Mhm," you hum. "I love your cock."

He didn't hesitate to slap you, your head swinging to the side. But he knew you liked it based on your eagerness from before. He leaned down, face to face with you, gripping onto your chin to force you to make eye contact. Your cheeks squish between his fingertips, and your lips pucker out. You wonder to yourself when was the last time he was able to properly get his rocks off with a girl this compliant and submissive.

"Want to know why you were slapped?" he questions sternly, as though he were a parent who had to spank their child, though it hurt the parent more so than the one on the receiving end.

"Why?" you manage to ask.

"Because you're a cockslut. And cock sluts get slaps," Namjoon answered. He slaps you again before standing up, pointing to the bed. "Get on all fours on the bed- and don't make me ask again."

You're quick to scramble up there, and you hear him chuckle at your eagerness. You get on all fours, and you feel the bed shift behind you with his added weight, and he flips your skirt over, hooking a single digit into your panties as he drags them down your legs and off the bed. You feel the cold air reach your wet pussy and bare ass, and you couldn't help but shiver at the feeling.

You yelped when you felt a sharp spank at your rear. "Spread your legs," Namjoon grunted. You did so, your back arching as you pressed your chest against the mattress. You felt his finger slide up your slit to your dripping entrance, a sharp intrusion as he began pumping it inside, curling it into the sweet spot right behind your clit.

"You're so wet. I didn't even do anything," he marveled. "I bet my dick could just slide in already."

You wiggled your ass, pushing it into his hand. "Please- I need it."

He pulled it out, slapping your ass again, some of your juices smearing onto the flesh. "Of course you do. Cock sluts like you always need a good dicking down."

You moan unabashedly at his dirty words, wiggling your ass as you sought his cock, digits, tongue- anything. He leaned over to the nightstand, retrieving a condom as he undid the wrapper, pulling it over his length. He chuckled, and you felt him get nearer, hands hooking in front of you to slip beneath your thighs, spreading your legs further. You felt the head of his dick run along your folds, gathering some of your slippery juices before he sunk the head of his cock into your entrance, pushing slowly inch by inch.

You curled your fingers into the covers, biting on your lip as you felt the pleasurable burn of his dick against your walls, stretching you out. You felt his hands press against your shoulders, forcing you to dive face first into the mattress until he was balls deep.

He groaned at the sensation, your warm walls squeezing around him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned. "You good?"

"Mhm," you hummed, panting. He released his grip on your shoulders, and you properly raised your chest from the mattress, supporting your weight with your arms. "Move, please."

He didn't await further requests, slamming himself into you with one brutal thrust that had you gasping outright, closing your eyes as you contracted around him. He repeated another one, pauses in between as he let you get used to the feel of him before soon he couldn't maintain further self-control and was hammering himself into you, his balls repeatedly slapping against your cunt as he buried himself inside of it.

You wantonly moan, the long-awaited coil of pleasure forming in the pit of your stomach. It was slowly stretching, waiting for the peak of pleasure where it'd be allowed to snap.

You feel Namjoon's fingers reach towards the base of your neck, and you think he's about to squeeze to choke you again, but instead, he reaches for your tie, twisting it around where the dangling tie was on your back. He yanked on it tightly, and you feel your breath stolen from you again, and you're forced upwards to an upright position, his dick still slamming into you, but your fingers no longer able to so much as graze against the covers.

You feel his chest against your sweaty backs, the perspiration evident even between layers of thin fabric. You gasp out, feeling his fingers rub against your clit. You arch your back, feeling your cheeks burn as they turn red, and you aren't able to so much as gasp out.

You feel the coil stretch out further, at its max potential, and you're just waiting for it to snap. Namjoon's panting, and you suspect he's closer than you expected. "Are you close?" he grunts, an aggressive roll of the hips that has you bucking into his awaiting hand.

You nod desperately, unable to beg for him to let you cum. You wanted to plead and whine, but your voice was stolen from you by how tightly the fabric around your neck was squeezing, acting as Namjoon's makeshift leash for the bitch you were.

"Cum then, cockslut," Namjoon commanded in a firm rasp, lips brushing against your neck. You feel your eyes roll behind your shut eyelids, and you shudder in his arms, feeling him continue to rub circles into your small nub.

He lets go of your tie, now wrapping both arms around you as he continues to pump into you, only using you to get himself off. You were completely limp in his arms as he uses you to chase his own high, and soon enough he's cumming into the condom, slowing down his movements with labored breaths.

You collapse once he lets you go, and you feel completely weak, in a state of both external and internal bliss. You close your eyes, letting out a content hum.

Namjoon smiles, loosening your tie to make sure it's no longer to snug on your neck. He adjusts your clothes, making sure they're fit and no longer a mess. Or at least he does as best as he could, considering the fact you weren't budging an inch. "I'd offer you a place to sleep in my bed, but I know you hate that sort of thing. But still, if you make an exception and decide to spend the night, you're more than welcome to take my bed."

"That's sweet of you," you smile, patting his cheek with one hand, admiring the dimple that pops up along with his smile. "But I really should get back home. And not just because of my whole 'no spending the night' thing. I'm Soyeon's ride- and I don't know if she's spending the night at the person's house."

"Soyeon hooked up with someone?" Namjoon asked, eyes wide.

"Uh, yeah. Taehyung walked in on her. He was pretty upset," you tell him. "One of your frat brothers actually."

"Shit, he must be crushed," Namjoon cursed. "I'm sure things will work themselves out. But yeah, you should probably get home. Go find her and see if she still wants the ride home. Oh, and if you ever want to do this again- I'm down."

"Sure thing," you laugh, grasping his hand as he helps you to your feet. "Trust me, I am too. Hopefully next time I'll make it out in one piece."

Namjoon smirked to you, adjusting your pigtails, despite the fact they were probably half pulled out by now. "Baby- I was going easy on you."

You're well aware that you look positively wrecked- way more wrecked than when you were in the closet with Hoseok. Regardless, the stares you get from the strangers nearby only confirm your suspicions, but you don't really care. At the moment you had to find Soyeon.

You search the crowds, squinting your eyes as you try to look for the familiar cheerleader costume. Unfortunately for you, too many of the girls here decided they'd show up as cheerleaders. And slutty ones at that. Which meant there were about a dozen Soyeon-look-alikes in the room, which really wasn't any help.

"Soyeon!" you shout, cupping your hands. Maybe you should check upstairs and see if she were still with that frat guy, though you doubted it. Soyeon wasn't the type to sleepover for one night stands. Though back then when she was single and before Tae was years ago. This was her first serious rebound in quite a while.

You quickly spot her, however, calming your worries. She's laying down on a couch, half asleep, leaning on the shoulder of Jimin. You figured she must be passed out drunk, and Jimin doesn't seem to be doing anything, only letting her rest on his shoulder as he glares at any guys who eye the unconscious girl too pervy.

You're about to run to her when you run into what feels like a brick wall. Arms grip onto your shoulders, however, and with wide eyes, you look up to Jungkook.

He eyes you, taking in your appearance. He gives you a cocky, sideways grin. "Y'know, you seem to look pretty wrecked lately. Guess you're not the innocent little girl I used to know, huh?"

[sparda3g]

Attack on Titan Chapter 105 Review

This chapter marks the end of the arc or at least the invasion on Marley. The Survey Corps are heading home with achievements that Eren would be proud of. But at what cost is the driving theme. Whether the tactic or ploy comes with great benefits or draw the best result than any other, the responsibility lies on Eren’s hands and any price will cost him critically. This was a thrilling conclusion that blurs the thoughts of right and wrong actions that no matter what way you believed in, in the midst of war, there’s never the perfect way to escape from tragic outcome.

After a series of intense action with brutal fatalities, beat down, and all around insanity, it’s quite refreshing to sit back as we watch the Survey Corps to rendezvous to the airship. Of course, the last chapter did leave some trail of a possible shocking twist with Gabi aiming to kill, but it was going to accordingly for the most part. The chapter was more about the shortly aftermath of the battle with characters’ development. It also revealed the plot twist that was long speculated as well as a lot of consequences to be made for this effective yet suicidal plan.

What should have been a nice and charming scene is Eren reunited with his best friend, Armin, but instead, it shows the awareness of how far one has changed. It’s not that Armin decides to hate the guy or anything, because he does give out his hand to grab onto. He will always be his best friend despite of his action, but much like Mikasa’s reaction 2 chapters ago, there’s a sign of sadness. After what happened here, I hope those three have a time to reflect everything after the moment at the beach.

What’s more fitting to knock some senses or pummel to express their mood on Eren than Levi himself. I thought it was telling how Mikasa actually restrained herself from defending Eren because she knows very well that this is all Eren’s fault. That’s how much his action affected them, not even she can defend it. Levi’s quote about him being the best to kick around practically say he’s always the troublemaker that he has to deal with constantly. Something never changes.

Eren continues to challenge the fans whether he has any emotional connection with anyone when he doesn’t care to be arrested; so long he got his point across. Interesting that he is being under arrest; I wonder how that’s going to flow back at Paradis Island. It’s a clever way to set up for us to see how the current government system works. Levi can’t stand the look on Eren’s face like he got his wish. It says something when he’s the guy who talked about any road leads to its consequences.

This arc is the first for the original cast of Survey Corps to experience the state of war with the invasion, so it’s no wonder the reactions would differ from anyone. Anything else before it was more about defense and their target was solely on titans or terrorist. Now the role has switched and Jean and others are not comfortable about it. Hearing how they lost 6 lives devastated Jean like this is the first time they lost people. The real point of it addresses later on.

Floch’s reaction is interesting. The thing about his character isn’t portrayed to be dislikable by default; he’s about the other side of the outlook. While Jean and other old friends grieve over the losses, Floch look at the battle as a major victory; celebrating with everyone who agrees. Interesting to note that majority of them are new recruits. I can’t say I dislike the character because it exploit the other view that some could relate as well. It’s just how it is.

It was charming of Connie to look at the other side of war: survival. They may have to get their hands dirty, but as long as they are alive, that’s all should matter. They have been together for so long; it’s quite amazing how they managed to live this long with plenty of hellfire they’ve gone through. It was nice how they reacted like the old days, keeping themselves as humanly as possible. Oh…how I wished this wasn’t the ultimate death flag.

The cliffhanger from the last chapter suggested that Gabi will cause a plot twist and although almost everyone board the ship, it’s not over. That terrified me. I was hoping to be a bluff, similar to the previous one before that, but it was clear that she was set up to do something unthinkable from Isayama.

I was actually touched by Gabi’s hardship words after Falco stopped her. My first impression was her being angry because of the losses, which itself is understandable; however, this chapter gives me a better impression of her character. It’s not only she was angry and aim for vengeance; she was really broken up by the losses of everything. She not only lost her friends and home, she lost her sense of accomplishment. She struggled to make a name for herself and essentially make the Eldians look good for everyone.

She had to put up a tough act and gave all of her efforts to make it this far. This would explain why she was hurt that Falco was trying to steal her position to be the next Armored Titan. She came this far to make everything for the better, only to be destroyed in a single night by Eren. That is hard to argue against and I did feel bad for her, despite “that” moment in which we will definitely get to it. She does fit as the poster child for Marley as she has the perks to be a warrior. Brainwashed or not, she desire for retribution.

I also feel bad for Falco because he’s having it hard to try to make things right after Reiner encouraging or more like pressuring him. After what he believed he found hope, it’s all crushed in that very moment in the basement. He tried to persuade Gabi to stop and adjust her senses to look at both side of the coin. She tells him if he ever witnesses the war that happened at Paradis Island and since he didn’t, her belief is “if you don’t see it happen, it can’t be true.” It’s like how media would manipulate the scene by avoiding the other side that could expose the manner in which could give bad vibe.

Gabi is a serious sharpshooter to aim perfectly at the recruit eye. I know she has great accuracy in the past chapter, so this doesn’t surprise me that much. The major issue is she found a way to reach to the airship with the equipment; planning to go out with a bang. In other words, go on a suicide mission. At least she is not a fool to know that she will most likely die with her plan. It’s pretty sad that she is willing to die for the sake of vengeance at a young age no less. Her farewell to Falco is also sad, knocking senses to him that he must save her.

Falco has been a sad case after Reiner (far after) because of amount of pressure and lessons he has learned. It’s ironic that despite Eren betrayed him he was still moved by his words about equality, which got him looking at a different view. Falco seems to be developing in the path of neutrality while Gabi is developing to be Eren 2.0. It lies on his shoulder to save her, so he hops along with her to the airship. Although he speaks about the chosen one to inherit Armored Titan, it does speak volumes about their friendship. It was rather delighting. Then…we got this scene…

The main anticipation is whether Gabi will kill someone we know for a long time. Honestly, if it was just that guy outside, I would have been fine. Sucks for him, but someone has to take the fall. Once she got in, it plays the moment of truth mood, hesitating to read the next page. I was hoping she will either miss or shot another new recruit. It turns out that it’s Sasha that got shot; translation: she is the one to die. Oh why in God’s name had to be her, Isayama…

It intensified drastically when Jean was aiming to kill Gabi, all remorse thrown away. It’s most likely the fans’ reaction as well. It could have been a double kill in two meanings if it wasn’t for Falco jumping in. The way how the panel shows what could have gone is scary to think. I don’t know if I was glad or not, because Gabi has easily made herself into the number one most hated character. I can’t say I hate her honestly, but it really challenged me to not get red hot like Jean at her action.

Sasha in her dying state had me shaken. I know there are series that would go out their way to kill anyone to see fit but this is still haunting. They’re trying to save her while she speaks like she is waiting for supper. It’s always disturbing when their last words reflect their personality as a whole. Jean trying not to panic is one I can relate so much. Without going deep, I had that experience recently and it’s the worst feeling I wish to erase. I was even hurt when he starts to feel upset because his reaction towards war is murder and he despises it. Now that he’s losing his friend, he can’t help but feel tore about it. Dammit, Isayama…

Jean didn’t give in the thought of tossing the children out, though I could imagine the fans would love Gabi to be tossed out. Floch does follow orders, so I give him that, but I probably should expect for some second opinion. Speaking of her, she was losing her mind; clearly she’s hitting rock bottom. That’s more reasons to kill her off, huh. Lucky for her, I think, Jean is going to give those two to meet with their Commander and this is where we got one of the biggest revelations.

I remember how everyone theorized that the person who set a trap for Pieck and Porco was Connie due to how Pieck is familiar with the person. Isayama fooled us first of all with the fact the person wasn’t a guy at all. The beard was a fake. So who is the person then? It’s technically a new character named Yellena, who Pieck is familiar with 3 years ago. You may be thinking, “Well that was cheap. It’s a new character sure, but what’s the point of secrecy?” The main point is the tie-in to the whole mission because it was planned. By who? Zeke. She is a devotee of his and if he is the one behind it, she will work as ordered.

It’s amazing how the fans’ theory has struck homerun once again. He was being suspicious throughout the arc, so it’s not so surprising. However, we are in for many explanations behind his motive, let alone why start working together with Survey Corps. How did they come to this agreement in the first place? We last saw them fighting off in a death match in the last arc, what the hell did we miss? It’s like we skipped an arc of them making amend and become best of friends.

The worst part is how Gabi and Falco felt like they are going to get some justice for their fallen ones, including Zeke. Now that they see him in this area, not as captive no less, they feel like they have reacted to his loss for nothing. Because of everything that has happened, none of Gabi’s reaction and Falco’s torment would have happened. Okay, there will be a bit of it here and there, but not to this extent. This would have avoided poor Sasha getting shot. That all said the plan wasn’t going to be perfect anyway, but one person is to blame for “improvising.”

I give Zeke a credit though. At least he knows that the plan wasn’t going to go perfectly anyway. There’s bound to be what he calls miscalculations and there were plenty. I do like how he reacted to Gabi and Falco to be in the airship, calling them miscalculations. It does tell you how he tried to minimize the damage as much as he can and while going against Marley, he still cares for the people, at least those two. He had to improvise with an act that forced him to damage more than what they planned. Basically, it got to the level of a very convincing unexpected crisis.

Cart and Jaw Titans weren’t supposed to get involved at all, but too bad Pieck is good at sensing, which is why that part of the plan failed. It’s realistic that not all outcomes will go accordingly. I also like how you can tell Levi really hates the idea of teaming up with Zeke, the man who killed Erwin. It explains how he was frustrated when Zeke gave him the signal to “kill” him. Levi’s words always come off with a badass aura, desperate to kill his favorite one day. I look forward to Season 3 with him in the spotlight.

Despite all the hiccups in the plan, the major issue is Eren because of his suicidal plan. It is highly suggested that he is the root of this plan as he had himself to be bait, forcing the Survey Corps to react and go with the flow. He practically told them to follow his strategy or risk losing the Founding Titan to the enemy. That’s rather foul move to leave them no second thoughts. Because of him, they went in there with a huge risk.

It’s very telling how many of his comrade is losing any trust or love for him. Usually, they are annoyed but understanding and willing to help him out for the good cause. Now he is facing with everyone who is not only heartbroken like his close ones, but slowly hated. Hange said it best, “You trusted us, and we lose all trust in you.” Zeke does have a point about the outcome does favor to Eren’s strategy. They did gain the War Hammer Titan and weakened Marley along with it, but the causality on the innocent lives is severely high. If that is not a wake-up call to Eren, then the next revelation and heart breaking news is.

Sasha has passed away.

This felt like a fan fiction who decided to carry out Isayama’s old plan to kill her off earlier, at least that’s what I heard. Sadly, this is the official print. This is my wake-up call as well because it leaves the door open for a complete dark ending. Say what you want about her status role, but by this point, no one is safe. It was painful to see Armin and Mikasa crying for her, especially Mikasa. She was indifference towards her; it is for comical purposes, but it’s still sad to know how much she cared for her.

One of the most painful moments is when Eren asks Connie for her final words. Her final word is meat. As much as it is amusing to know her sendoff is what described her character, it’s downright agonizing that she never really recovered to anything more. When we last saw her, she said that word, meaning there was no hope of her survival. The icing on the cake is Jean let Eren know that this is his fault to direct this moment. If it wasn’t for him, the path could have gone differently.

As distressing it is, I’m really glad that Eren is still human, bearing any emotional attachment to his friends and loved ones. He reacted badly towards the news, now feeling the pain of unable to save a friend. The worst of all, he is responsible for her death. I can’t say he will try to change for the better now, but I hope this price he must pay will give him another outlook. It may end on a depressing note, but much like the editor’s note, life goes on.

This was a very moving chapter that probably ended the arc and if so, it was outstanding. The artwork is solid with captivating sequences and expressions that hit close to home. It’s everything that the series represents in the emotional scale: cold, depressing, anger, sadness, and regret. It also does a brilliant job on displaying the ups and downs of their action. It will forever be arguable if Eren’s strategy was the best call due to the result. Could they have done any better if Eren didn’t put himself as bait? Would they still lose the same amount of lives, if not more? There is no right or wrong answer; they can only react to the choice they made.

The chapter portrayed the humanity of everyone’s view; whether is broken will or suffering from a loss. It may be reassuring that Eren is still human and attached to his friends, but at what cost does he have to pay to put his ambition over them. Will he pursue any further or will he think over? Only time will tell. As for Sasha, I didn’t want to believe it, but it’s the end.

Rest in Peace, Sasha. The one and only Potato Girl.

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Thoughts on #TheOrville, the new Seth MacFarlane vehicle on FOX: World-building ain’t an overnight thing.

I'll be completely honest with you. I was set up not to like this new Trekian-style outing from the creator of Family Guy. But as a lifelong Trekker, I can see this experiment as something more than a fanboy's fantastic dream. Past the cold open (I should have expected an ejaculation joke from the creator, but it still seemed gratuitous), I was immediately taken in with gorgeous visuals. The lush 25th Century city scenes with gleaming buildingsand "modern" furnishings served as a pretty stern acknowledgement of a Roddenberry-esqua perfect, Starfleet-ish universe as opposed to Star Wars and its beaten up retro-vision. I found myself actually curious about how this world was going to be built. I pretty much expected the human-centric vision we get, but I was really hoping for more aliens. Because, well, aliens. Still, it wasn't hard to see where MacFarlane is going with this. The very act of setting this in a gorgeous utopian 25th Century opens up the possibility that indeed, this is a Star Trek possibility. The last we see of the prime-timeline Star Trek universe is, after all, a world where the Dominion War has ended, Kathryn Janeway's an Admiral and Picard's contemplating a Riker-less Enterprise with a Data expy - in 2379. The Union here could very well be another iteration of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets - after all, in our lifetimes we've seen the progress from eight track tapes to the smart phone. Anything's possible. Inclusion of such familiar Star Trek faces as Kassidy Yates- er, I mean, Penny Johnson Jerald and Bashir's dad, I mean, the deliciously hammy Brian George, can be jarring at times. It's almost like MacFarlane is trying a bit too hard to shout "hey, we're really Star Trek here," which would honestly be the easiest way out. This would work well if this was a real Star Trek parody. But it's not. 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After all, so much of Lieutenant Bortus seemed a Dr. Lazarus homage. This is where I say something inane and weird that few might get. Prepare yourself. This first viewing for me was better than Broken Bow, the pilot for Enterprise, our last Star Trek series before the upcoming Discovery. I was never bored with it, never felt frustrated by any of the portrayals (cold, blue, squirty open aside) and certainly never bored with the pacing. I found myself far more interested in the ship design and the interplay between navigator John LaMarr and helmsman Gordon Malloy than I did in ENT' poorly timed and named Suliban (bless their hearts, they couldn't help September 11th and the War on Terror beginning the week of the original premiere). I'm already intrigued how The Union is organized - is it the UFP or Starfleet, or both? - and I'm curious to see if we'll get meatier missions right away or if The Orville will amble along exploring inter-personal relationships over time. That - that's the trap The Orville faces, the one Star Trek Discovery automatically gets a pass on. There is no Orville-verse beyond what we've seen so far. There's no handbook or idea set or automatic plug-in villains with their own language dictionary on the shelves ready to go for this. It's all brand spanking new. Other shows have done this these past few decades with memorable success (Firefly and Farscape come to mind) but neither of these are so suggestively a fanwank as The Orville. It's going to be imperative for MacFarlane's narrative to quickly showcase differences and define his new Orvilleverse or to acknowledge he's really just trying to take traditional Star Trek into the 25th century if the show is to succeed. This is why I wish the show had begun with an extended pilot. You can't really build a universe like this in an hour. I need more. I feel The Orville missed a grand opportunity in this information age - where a lot of this worldbuilding could have been set up online (an interactive experience website would have been incredible). I understand FOX's turdy experience with sci-fi programs and suspect the lack of courage in devoting resources to creating such an experience, but it would have salved over a lot of the raw, itching expectations that have yet to be satisfied. The crew of The Orville did leave me with one impression. They're pretty real. Back in the Voyager years Lieutenant Tom Paris was promoted as some bad boy banned from space, allowed out to ride on a ship for the sake of a single Maquis-based mission, who got shoe-horned in to piloting when enough crew was killed to justify the opportunity. I'd have loved to see a little more Gordon Malloy in his portrayal. Malloy feels like the delinquent Paris was proclaimed to be. Outside of Deep Space Nine's marvelously flawed thrown-together family, Trek has never really successfully portrayed people I would expect to meet on my daily adventures. But I've known plenty of LaMarrs and Graysons and Dr. Flinns in my life. Well, that's my rambly four in the morning impression of The Orville. Let's see where she goes.

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StarWatch: Hidden Gems

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Time to set your sights on the stars and let me, Callie C, shine a light on everything you need to know about today’s hottest socialites and celebrities. Turns out they’re just like the rest of us, only attired in more fetching threads. Welcome to StarWatch!

Let’s begin with the hot topic currently setting spectrum aflame. Boyce Baudin is back! But don’t you dare call him “Babyface” anymore. The beloved comedic actor with the cherubic visage disappeared from the public eye for months, canceling several spectrum appearances without warning. Rumors swirled that the notoriously hard partying prankster might’ve finally allowed his cravings to control him. Now we know, thankfully, that wasn’t the case. But many of Boyce’s longtime fans are less than pleased with the real reason for his self-imposed sabbatical…

Turns out that Baudin couldn’t deny the call of the Calliope. The actor felt his signature look was keeping him from landing the leading roles he truly desired, so he became the latest celeb to get the BiotiCorp reboot. Bye bye rosy red cheeks and round chin; hello chiseled cheekbones and devastating jawline. I believe the desired outcome was “ruggedly handsome,” but to my eyes it’s more “rough around the edges.”

Initial reactions to Baudin’s new appearance on spectrum were savage. Some of Baudin’s most dedicated devotees spun wild theories to explain the change, including one group convinced he’s going to yell “Triggerfish!” at any moment. From what I’m hearing, the star may be wishing that the new look had been a prank. Sources close to the bygone babyface claim he’s despondent about the public’s reaction and has been debating restoring his classic countenance. Let this be a lesson to all those stars considering similar procedures; sometimes perfection has a price.

Now, let’s go to a “say it ain’t so” scenario. There’s a new headline crashing its way out of Oso that kid-vid heartthrob Sindre Alby has been arrested for an unprovoked attack on a civilian ship. Representatives for the former star insist that Alby’s intentions were honorable and that the incident is nothing more than an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Alby rose to fame for his role as the mysterious yet sensitive stock clerk in Open for Business, one of my fav vids growing up and still my go-to drunk rewatch. Of course, we all remember when, at the height of the show’s popularity, Alby quit the show and acting entirely to go fight for animal rights across the Empire. Be still my beating teen heart!

He’s been at it for a while now, making vids and leading protests to raise awareness, but I guess this time he might have taken the fight too far.

Sources say the handsome heartbreaker had taken up with a watchdog group dedicated to staking out the Oso system and scanning ships to ensure Osoians aren’t being smuggled out. When Alby became convinced a vessel travelling well off the system’s normal shipping lanes was smuggling the protected creatures, he reported it to the local authorities. Though he was explicitly told not to engage, Alby got nervous when the ship’s quantum drive began to spool and decided to blow their main thrusters to bits. When the authorities finally arrived at the scene and boarded, guess what they found? Nothing illegal! Not a single cute Osoian! Nothing! They arrested Alby and the rest of the activists on the spot for attacking a civilian vessel.

Sure, Alby didn’t follow proper procedures, and the family aboard the ship suffered some injuries, but no one died. The former actor has promised to replace the damaged ship and pay all medical costs, but he’s still facing serious charges. Are you kidding? If you ask me, the ‘verse needs more valiant individuals like Alby who are dedicated to the greater good.

Fans of the former star have already started a “Free Alby” campaign to advocate for his release. I’ve pledged my support and so should you, so Alby can go free… and maybe star in the Open for Business reboot.

Enough with all this serious stuff. It’s time to have some fun!

It takes only one look at me to see that fashion is a passion. I’m not afraid to admit that the longest and most important relationship in my life is with a pair of Venti Penrose suede pumps. For me, it’s an expression of individuality and a way to stand out from the crowd.

That’s why, when I’m not scooping scandals, I’m scouring spectrum for all the hottest trends. To help me assess the latest looks, I’m joined again by my fab friend and fashionista, Nisco Hobbins.

Nisco Hobbins: Thank you, Calcee. I love being here almost, almost as much as I love OpalSky’s new line.

Stop it. Didn’t you call last year’s fall look, “chintzy casual clothes for those too rich to shop at Casaba?”

Nisco Hobbins: In my defense, I’m not paid to pull punches. My job is to form fashion opinions based on my gut reaction and years of experience. Expressing honest, cutting comments is what got my butt a spot on this show, you know.

And won your way into my heart… which I’m now reconsidering.

Nisco Hobbins: How dare you?

I just don’t understand how adding stuff like a subtle paw print pattern to the same boring and basic clothes suddenly converted you?

Nisco Hobbins: What? I can’t change my mind?

Only if you back it up by wearing OpalSky’s new line the next time you’re on the show.

Nisco Hobbins: Done and done.

Before I reconsider ever asking Nisco back on the show, let’s talk about what I think is the hottest new trend… gems, gems, and more gems.

Nisco Hobbins: Are you talking about those new Laren’zo designed dresses?

So amazing, aren’t they?

Nisco Hobbins: I almost don’t even know what to think.

This boldly beautiful new look from Republic of One features gems sewn into the seams around the peekaboo panels. It provides this mesmerizing sparkle and an eye-catching pop of color that is incredible.

Nisco Hobbins: It’s ostentatious. It’s shocking. And I love every damn thing about it.

The fashion house is even pitching these dresses as a potential heirloom quality asset. So, if you like keeping a little physical wealth around, a dress encrusted with gems isn’t a bad option.

Nisco Hobbins: So true, ‘cause from what I heard, these handcrafted pieces are mondo expensivo. I’m already debating which organ to sell so I can afford one.

You heard about what they had to do to make their first run, right?

Nisco Hobbins: No, what?

Republic hired a bunch of independent miners to hunt down exactly the stones they needed.

Nisco Hobbins: Big thanks to all those out there making this ‘verse a more beautiful place! You did your part for the greater good.

Now, all I need is someone to send me one to wear on the show. Wink, wink.

Nisco Hobbins: Winking doesn’t work that way.

Guess we’ll see.

Nisco Hobbins: Honey, trust me, Laren’zo is not watching this show.

Stop crushing my spirit, or I’ll have Ravi mute your mic.

Nisco Hobbins: Love you, Laren’zo! Your new line embraces the entire Republic aesthetic while also giving it an intriguing new spin. Just like what OpalSky did.

What’s going on here? Are you getting paid by the plug?

Nisco Hobbins: Can I be honest?

That’s a loaded question.

Nisco Hobbins: I hate OpalSky’s new line. I just wanted to have a little fun. Please don’t make me wear their clothes on your show.

Oh! You are so bad! We might have some Opal lying around here that I should make you wear for the second half of this segment.

Nisco Hobbins: You wouldn’t.

Better keep your eyes here, watchers. There’s more StarWatch coming up after this quick break.

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Time to set your sights on the stars and let me, Callie C, shine a light on everything you need to know about today’s hottest socialites and celebrities. Turns out they’re just like the rest of us, only attired in more fetching threads. Welcome to StarWatch!

Let’s begin with the hot topic currently setting spectrum aflame. Boyce Baudin is back! But don’t you dare call him “Babyface” anymore. The beloved comedic actor with the cherubic visage disappeared from the public eye for months, canceling several spectrum appearances without warning. Rumors swirled that the notoriously hard partying prankster might’ve finally allowed his cravings to control him. Now we know, thankfully, that wasn’t the case. But many of Boyce’s longtime fans are less than pleased with the real reason for his self-imposed sabbatical…

Turns out that Baudin couldn’t deny the call of the Calliope. The actor felt his signature look was keeping him from landing the leading roles he truly desired, so he became the latest celeb to get the BiotiCorp reboot. Bye bye rosy red cheeks and round chin; hello chiseled cheekbones and devastating jawline. I believe the desired outcome was “ruggedly handsome,” but to my eyes it’s more “rough around the edges.”

Initial reactions to Baudin’s new appearance on spectrum were savage. Some of Baudin’s most dedicated devotees spun wild theories to explain the change, including one group convinced he’s going to yell “Triggerfish!” at any moment. From what I’m hearing, the star may be wishing that the new look had been a prank. Sources close to the bygone babyface claim he’s despondent about the public’s reaction and has been debating restoring his classic countenance. Let this be a lesson to all those stars considering similar procedures; sometimes perfection has a price.

Now, let’s go to a “say it ain’t so” scenario. There’s a new headline crashing its way out of Oso that kid-vid heartthrob Sindre Alby has been arrested for an unprovoked attack on a civilian ship. Representatives for the former star insist that Alby’s intentions were honorable and that the incident is nothing more than an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Alby rose to fame for his role as the mysterious yet sensitive stock clerk in Open for Business, one of my fav vids growing up and still my go-to drunk rewatch. Of course, we all remember when, at the height of the show’s popularity, Alby quit the show and acting entirely to go fight for animal rights across the Empire. Be still my beating teen heart!

He’s been at it for a while now, making vids and leading protests to raise awareness, but I guess this time he might have taken the fight too far.

Sources say the handsome heartbreaker had taken up with a watchdog group dedicated to staking out the Oso system and scanning ships to ensure Osoians aren’t being smuggled out. When Alby became convinced a vessel travelling well off the system’s normal shipping lanes was smuggling the protected creatures, he reported it to the local authorities. Though he was explicitly told not to engage, Alby got nervous when the ship’s quantum drive began to spool and decided to blow their main thrusters to bits. When the authorities finally arrived at the scene and boarded, guess what they found? Nothing illegal! Not a single cute Osoian! Nothing! They arrested Alby and the rest of the activists on the spot for attacking a civilian vessel.

Sure, Alby didn’t follow proper procedures, and the family aboard the ship suffered some injuries, but no one died. The former actor has promised to replace the damaged ship and pay all medical costs, but he’s still facing serious charges. Are you kidding? If you ask me, the ‘verse needs more valiant individuals like Alby who are dedicated to the greater good.

Fans of the former star have already started a “Free Alby” campaign to advocate for his release. I’ve pledged my support and so should you, so Alby can go free… and maybe star in the Open for Business reboot.

Enough with all this serious stuff. It’s time to have some fun!

It takes only one look at me to see that fashion is a passion. I’m not afraid to admit that the longest and most important relationship in my life is with a pair of Venti Penrose suede pumps. For me, it’s an expression of individuality and a way to stand out from the crowd.

That’s why, when I’m not scooping scandals, I’m scouring spectrum for all the hottest trends. To help me assess the latest looks, I’m joined again by my fab friend and fashionista, Nisco Hobbins.

Nisco Hobbins: Thank you, Calcee. I love being here almost, almost as much as I love OpalSky’s new line.

Stop it. Didn’t you call last year’s fall look, “chintzy casual clothes for those too rich to shop at Casaba?”

Nisco Hobbins: In my defense, I’m not paid to pull punches. My job is to form fashion opinions based on my gut reaction and years of experience. Expressing honest, cutting comments is what got my butt a spot on this show, you know.

And won your way into my heart… which I’m now reconsidering.

Nisco Hobbins: How dare you?

I just don’t understand how adding stuff like a subtle paw print pattern to the same boring and basic clothes suddenly converted you?

Nisco Hobbins: What? I can’t change my mind?

Only if you back it up by wearing OpalSky’s new line the next time you’re on the show.

Nisco Hobbins: Done and done.

Before I reconsider ever asking Nisco back on the show, let’s talk about what I think is the hottest new trend… gems, gems, and more gems.

Nisco Hobbins: Are you talking about those new Laren’zo designed dresses?

So amazing, aren’t they?

Nisco Hobbins: I almost don’t even know what to think.

This boldly beautiful new look from Republic of One features gems sewn into the seams around the peekaboo panels. It provides this mesmerizing sparkle and an eye-catching pop of color that is incredible.

Nisco Hobbins: It’s ostentatious. It’s shocking. And I love every damn thing about it.

The fashion house is even pitching these dresses as a potential heirloom quality asset. So, if you like keeping a little physical wealth around, a dress encrusted with gems isn’t a bad option.

Nisco Hobbins: So true, ‘cause from what I heard, these handcrafted pieces are mondo expensivo. I’m already debating which organ to sell so I can afford one.

You heard about what they had to do to make their first run, right?

Nisco Hobbins: No, what?

Republic hired a bunch of independent miners to hunt down exactly the stones they needed.

Nisco Hobbins: Big thanks to all those out there making this ‘verse a more beautiful place! You did your part for the greater good.

Now, all I need is someone to send me one to wear on the show. Wink, wink.

Nisco Hobbins: Winking doesn’t work that way.

Guess we’ll see.

Nisco Hobbins: Honey, trust me, Laren’zo is not watching this show.

Stop crushing my spirit, or I’ll have Ravi mute your mic.

Nisco Hobbins: Love you, Laren’zo! Your new line embraces the entire Republic aesthetic while also giving it an intriguing new spin. Just like what OpalSky did.

What’s going on here? Are you getting paid by the plug?

Nisco Hobbins: Can I be honest?

That’s a loaded question.

Nisco Hobbins: I hate OpalSky’s new line. I just wanted to have a little fun. Please don’t make me wear their clothes on your show.

Oh! You are so bad! We might have some Opal lying around here that I should make you wear for the second half of this segment.

Nisco Hobbins: You wouldn’t.

Better keep your eyes here, watchers. There’s more StarWatch coming up after this quick break.

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Let’s begin with the hot topic currently setting spectrum aflame. Boyce Baudin is back! But don’t you dare call him “Babyface” anymore. The beloved comedic actor with the cherubic visage disappeared from the public eye for months, canceling several spectrum appearances without warning. Rumors swirled that the notoriously hard partying prankster might’ve finally allowed his cravings to control him. Now we know, thankfully, that wasn’t the case. But many of Boyce’s longtime fans are less than pleased with the real reason for his self-imposed sabbatical…

Turns out that Baudin couldn’t deny the call of the Calliope. The actor felt his signature look was keeping him from landing the leading roles he truly desired, so he became the latest celeb to get the BiotiCorp reboot. Bye bye rosy red cheeks and round chin; hello chiseled cheekbones and devastating jawline. I believe the desired outcome was “ruggedly handsome,” but to my eyes it’s more “rough around the edges.”

Initial reactions to Baudin’s new appearance on spectrum were savage. Some of Baudin’s most dedicated devotees spun wild theories to explain the change, including one group convinced he’s going to yell “Triggerfish!” at any moment. From what I’m hearing, the star may be wishing that the new look had been a prank. Sources close to the bygone babyface claim he’s despondent about the public’s reaction and has been debating restoring his classic countenance. Let this be a lesson to all those stars considering similar procedures; sometimes perfection has a price.

Now, let’s go to a “say it ain’t so” scenario. There’s a new headline crashing its way out of Oso that kid-vid heartthrob Sindre Alby has been arrested for an unprovoked attack on a civilian ship. Representatives for the former star insist that Alby’s intentions were honorable and that the incident is nothing more than an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Alby rose to fame for his role as the mysterious yet sensitive stock clerk in Open for Business, one of my fav vids growing up and still my go-to drunk rewatch. Of course, we all remember when, at the height of the show’s popularity, Alby quit the show and acting entirely to go fight for animal rights across the Empire. Be still my beating teen heart!

He’s been at it for a while now, making vids and leading protests to raise awareness, but I guess this time he might have taken the fight too far.

Sources say the handsome heartbreaker had taken up with a watchdog group dedicated to staking out the Oso system and scanning ships to ensure Osoians aren’t being smuggled out. When Alby became convinced a vessel travelling well off the system’s normal shipping lanes was smuggling the protected creatures, he reported it to the local authorities. Though he was explicitly told not to engage, Alby got nervous when the ship’s quantum drive began to spool and decided to blow their main thrusters to bits. When the authorities finally arrived at the scene and boarded, guess what they found? Nothing illegal! Not a single cute Osoian! Nothing! They arrested Alby and the rest of the activists on the spot for attacking a civilian vessel.

Sure, Alby didn’t follow proper procedures, and the family aboard the ship suffered some injuries, but no one died. The former actor has promised to replace the damaged ship and pay all medical costs, but he’s still facing serious charges. Are you kidding? If you ask me, the ‘verse needs more valiant individuals like Alby who are dedicated to the greater good.

Fans of the former star have already started a “Free Alby” campaign to advocate for his release. I’ve pledged my support and so should you, so Alby can go free… and maybe star in the Open for Business reboot.

Enough with all this serious stuff. It’s time to have some fun!

It takes only one look at me to see that fashion is a passion. I’m not afraid to admit that the longest and most important relationship in my life is with a pair of Venti Penrose suede pumps. For me, it’s an expression of individuality and a way to stand out from the crowd.

That’s why, when I’m not scooping scandals, I’m scouring spectrum for all the hottest trends. To help me assess the latest looks, I’m joined again by my fab friend and fashionista, Nisco Hobbins.

Nisco Hobbins: Thank you, Calcee. I love being here almost, almost as much as I love OpalSky’s new line.

Stop it. Didn’t you call last year’s fall look, “chintzy casual clothes for those too rich to shop at Casaba?”

Nisco Hobbins: In my defense, I’m not paid to pull punches. My job is to form fashion opinions based on my gut reaction and years of experience. Expressing honest, cutting comments is what got my butt a spot on this show, you know.

And won your way into my heart… which I’m now reconsidering.

Nisco Hobbins: How dare you?

I just don’t understand how adding stuff like a subtle paw print pattern to the same boring and basic clothes suddenly converted you?

Nisco Hobbins: What? I can’t change my mind?

Only if you back it up by wearing OpalSky’s new line the next time you’re on the show.

Nisco Hobbins: Done and done.

Before I reconsider ever asking Nisco back on the show, let’s talk about what I think is the hottest new trend… gems, gems, and more gems.

Nisco Hobbins: Are you talking about those new Laren’zo designed dresses?

So amazing, aren’t they?

Nisco Hobbins: I almost don’t even know what to think.

This boldly beautiful new look from Republic of One features gems sewn into the seams around the peekaboo panels. It provides this mesmerizing sparkle and an eye-catching pop of color that is incredible.

Nisco Hobbins: It’s ostentatious. It’s shocking. And I love every damn thing about it.

The fashion house is even pitching these dresses as a potential heirloom quality asset. So, if you like keeping a little physical wealth around, a dress encrusted with gems isn’t a bad option.

Nisco Hobbins: So true, ‘cause from what I heard, these handcrafted pieces are mondo expensivo. I’m already debating which organ to sell so I can afford one.

You heard about what they had to do to make their first run, right?

Nisco Hobbins: No, what?

Republic hired a bunch of independent miners to hunt down exactly the stones they needed.

Nisco Hobbins: Big thanks to all those out there making this ‘verse a more beautiful place! You did your part for the greater good.

Now, all I need is someone to send me one to wear on the show. Wink, wink.

Nisco Hobbins: Winking doesn’t work that way.

Guess we’ll see.

Nisco Hobbins: Honey, trust me, Laren’zo is not watching this show.

Stop crushing my spirit, or I’ll have Ravi mute your mic.

Nisco Hobbins: Love you, Laren’zo! Your new line embraces the entire Republic aesthetic while also giving it an intriguing new spin. Just like what OpalSky did.

What’s going on here? Are you getting paid by the plug?

Nisco Hobbins: Can I be honest?

That’s a loaded question.

Nisco Hobbins: I hate OpalSky’s new line. I just wanted to have a little fun. Please don’t make me wear their clothes on your show.

Oh! You are so bad! We might have some Opal lying around here that I should make you wear for the second half of this segment.

Nisco Hobbins: You wouldn’t.

Better keep your eyes here, watchers. There’s more StarWatch coming up after this quick break.

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