#dont taint her with your cursed ideas

[laursdomain]

HI !!! 💘💘 i'd like to request kind of an angsty breakup scene with bodhi, i think it started out as something fun and casual between you two but you get annoyed with him blowing you off with no excuse he hides the drop offs from you or he puts extra effort into watching over violet i honestly dont know but he just keeps lying about where he is and you decide its over.

lies

pairing: bodhi durran x fem!reader

genre: angst

synopsis: Being Bodhi Durran’s girlfriend started off beautiful and soft. Something that was so pure became tainted by lies and sneaking off. After multiple events of your boyfriend ditching you for an excuse, you finally decide that you’ve had enough. You realize you must put yourself first, since your boyfriend clearly cannot consider your well-being in your relationship. 

warnings: cursing, established relationship, bodhi’s a bad bf, relationship issues, lying

w/c: 2.1k

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It started off as fun and casual. It wasn’t a no-strings-attached situation between you and Bodhi Durran, because there’s nobody on this planet who can’t not fall in love with him. It slowly turned into sweet and soft, he became your solace through the rough hardships of the Riders Quadrant. 

As you two got closer, got more intimate, you began to know him more. Underneath the rough exterior he wears during the day, he’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever met, hardened by the trauma he’s endured. It wasn’t until one day you realize he was hiding things from you.

You two had planned to meet by your designated oak tree, the place you two have met at since you started seeing one another. It became much more than a place to meet, it became a symbol of your relationship and love for one another. He told you he’d arrive two hours before dinner, at three. You knew his schedule like the back of your hand, the only class that was different from yours is the one that ended around two thirty. 

You waited far too long for him, eventually giving up and getting a late dinner around six thirty. When Bodhi had realized what he’d done, he showed up to your room past curfew, profusely apologizing. He claimed that Xaden had kept him in sparring the entire time, and by the time he’d gotten to the tree—you were gone. You found it hard to believe Xaden had him sparring for seven hours straight, but you forgave him. 

But, it did make you wary. Cautious. Maybe what everyone has been saying about the marked ones are true. Don’t trust them. They hide things. They’re secretive. Still, you gave your boyfriend the benefit of the doubt. Sweet, soft, loving Bodhi wouldn’t do something so malicious to you. Right?

Now, you storm through the hallways of Basgiath, ready to strangle Bodhi. This was the seventh time in which he has done this, always showing up hours later with some pathetic excuse. And of course, one of his alibis was a marked one. Xaden. Garrick. Imogen. You’ve grown accustomed to him having to protect Violet, her second line of defense after Liam. You understood—she was bound to Xaden. Did it make you upset? Sometimes. But, you never voiced your concerns because at the end of the day, it was you Bodhi came home to.

As time went on, you slowly stopped waiting too longfor him. If he didn’t show up in the first twenty minutes, you left. And every time it made you more and more aggravated. 

You had no idea where Bodhi Durran was. But when he showed up, you were sure you were going to murder him.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn appears next to you, worry written all over her face. She could tell you were seething, and while most cadets steered clear—Quinn never did so. In fact, she faced danger with a smile on her face. 

You stop in your tracks, facing Quinn. She stops with you, waiting for you to begin. “Bodhi showed me up, again.”

She tilts her head, “again? What number is he at?”

“Seven,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

Quinn sighs out, a sympathetic expression written on her face. “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this.”

Despite the sadness filling your body, the rage still washes over you like tidal waves. You can’t help but have an outburst, questioning why Bodhi does what he does. “Have I seriously done something to deserve this?” You spit out, willing any tears away from your eyes.

Quinn places a comforting hand on your arm, caressing the limb over your flight jacket, “no, you haven’t. Sometimes, partners do unexplainable things.”

“I want it to stop,” you confess, dropping your head. A tear cascades down your cheek, quickly wiped away by your friend.

“I know,” she whispers, pulling you into her arms. You accept her embrace, holding onto her flight jacket as she holds you while you silently sob. She comforts you through it, rocking the two of you back and forth until you calm down. “You should talk to him.”

You pull away, wiping your hands down your face in an effort to wipe away your tears. “Every time I do, he makes up some stupid excuse.”

“What do the excuses consist of?” She questions, watching as you take a moment to think. Telling her all six of his past excuses would be too much, so you settled on summarizing.

“He typically says that he had to do something for Xaden, or was with Xaden, Garrick, and Imogen.”

“When did he use Imogen as an excuse?”

You look her in the eye, realizing Quinn and Imogen are always together. You gulp, becoming acutely aware that the girl in front of you can confirm if Bodhi is lying to you or not. “Last week, on Tuesday, we were supposed to go for a ride on our dragons at seven, after dinner. He never showed up because he was training with Imogen.”

You noticed the way Quinn’s eyes slightly widened, before quickly masking them. Her eyes become sympathetic, while her face is grave. “I was with Imogen from dinner until bed. She never left to train.”

Your entire world turned upside down. You become speechless, unable to form any words from Quinn’s revelation. You couldn’t even think of a coherent thought, all you knew—it was over. Over for you and Bodhi. 

“Thank you,” you manage, excusing yourself to head to your room. Quinn doesn’t follow or call after you, knowing you need space and time with your thoughts. She just hoped you wouldn’t drown in them.

Once you’ve gotten into your room and locked the door, you allow yourself to crumble on the floor in despair. How could Bodhi lie to you? Even if Quinn confirmed he only lied once, his excuse about being with Imogen was incredibly similar to his other excuses. It meant he’s being lying to you this entire time.

You didn’t question what he was truly doing during those times. You questioned why he had lied to you. If he couldn’t tell you, that’s fine. All he had to do was say so. 

Tears didn’t come. No, you were more angry than sad. You couldn’t wait until Bodhi Durran showed up at your door, because when he did—you’d give him a piece of your mind.

Two knocks broke your thought. For the past three hours, you’ve been thinking what you’d say to Bodhi once he showed up. Hell, you even acted out the scenarios multiple times, surely your neighbors, aka Dain Aetos, thought you were crazy if he heard you through the walls.

You swing open the door, met with an apologetic look from Bodhi. The past six times, you were relieved and happy to see him. Yes, you were annoyed and upset, but it never compared to the love you had for him. 

This time was different. Instead of feeling relief, happiness, or love, all you wanted to do was slap him in the face. You looked him over, noticing he had his flight leathers on and his pack situated on his back. He was out somewhere. Where was the question. 

“I’m—“ he begins, but a quick flash of your hand shuts him up. You pull him into your room, closing the door behind him.

“Where were you?” You demand, curious of what excuse he’ll make this time. 

“I was asked to patrol a border with a couple of third years,” the lie rolls off his tongue like second nature. Bodhi hated lying to you, but gods, he had no choice. He had no idea how you’d react to the truth, and Xaden would kill him if he told you.

You raise a brow, “second years aren’t asked to patrol.”

“They needed extra help, so they asked Imogen and I.” He prayed you hadn’t seen Imogen earlier, because she was not present for the drop off. It was him and Garrick this time, but it seemed more believable if your fellow second-year was asked as well.

“Really?” Skepticism laced your voice, telling Bodhi that you don’t believe him.

“Baby,” he takes your hands, noticing how you don’t ease at his touch. “I’m sorry for missing our ride, leadership forced me to.”

“I know you’re lying,” you stared into his brown eyes, the ones you love oh so much. 

“I’m not,” he nervously laughs, a dead give-away.

“Bodhi,” you make eye contact with him, “I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me the truth, please.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, before opening it again. “I am telling you the truth.”

“Swear on Malek.”

His eyes widened, making no move to speak. His hands drop your own, stunned you had questioned him in the way you did.

“That’s what I thought.”

You turn away, removing yourself from his space, before Bodhi tries pulling you back. He finally recovered from the stun of your question, but you refused to let him touch you. “Baby, I can’t tell you.”

You face him again, stepping out of his grip, “why not?”

“Xaden would kill me,” he confesses, hoping it’s enough for you.

“Then why didn’t you say so the first time?” You fire back, furrowing your brows. “Did you think so lowly of me that I wouldn’t accept that as an answer?”

“I—“ Bodhi tries to speak, but you don’t let him finish.

“I knew that getting into a relationship with you meant there are things that you can’t confide in me about. I was fine with that. Had you told me that sometimes you have to sneak off to do things and can’t tell me anything, it would’ve been fine. I would prefer vague honesty over lying and using your friends as an excuse.”

“I never used them as an excuse,” Bodhi defends, though it’s a lie. There have been a few times in which he used Garrick or Imogen when they were certainly not with him.

“Where were you last Tuesday when we were supposed to meet?” You question, willing him to speak. Bodhi knows you remember, so there’s no point in trying to change his alibi.

“I was training after dinner with Imogen,” Bodhi recalls, staring into your eyes. He refused to not make eye contact with you, and indicator that he’s being untruthful. Even now, as you two argue, he can’t help but think how beautiful and breathtaking your eyes are. He’d do anything to be able to look into them for the rest of his life.

“Liar,” you call out, staring at him. “Imogen was with Quinn.”

Bodhi’s eyes widened, realizing you had fact checked him. He never thought you would go out of your way to see if he truly was with his friends, he never thought you were that type of person. It seems that you’ve proven him wrong.

“I didn’t go out of my way to make sure you were being truthful. Ask me why I didn’t do that.”

Bodhi gulps, and it isn’t a beat later until he speaks, “why didn’t you do that?”

“Because I trusted you,” you whisper, tears welling up in your eyes. Your words slam into Bodhi, instantly noticing the past tense. You don’t trust him anymore. “It wasn’t until Quinn saw me upset today after you ditched me that she asked me what excuses you were using. And, well, imagine my surprise when she tells me that Imogen was with her that night. Not with you.” 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Bodhi steps forward, an attempt to gather you in his arms.

You step back, “don’t. I think it’s best if we stop seeing each other.”

“What?” Bodhi’s eyebrows furrow, his own eyes becoming glossy. “No, we can work this out, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s too late.” Your voice is jagged and void of any emotion, your mind already made up. “Please leave, Bodhi.”

“Y/N, please, let’s talk about this,” he pleads, stepping closer again.

“Leave,” you demand, your voice sharp. “Or I’ll scream so loud that Dain will come barreling into this room.” You were grateful you had a close friendship with your squad leader, especially when he made you his executive officer. Your rooms were right next to each other, surely he was hearing this conversation.

A tear falls from Bodhi’s eye before he sets his jaw, abiding by your wishes and leaving. The minute the door closes, you lock it with your lesser magic before crumbling. You collapse onto your bed, hugging your pillow as it muffles your cries until you fall into a deep sleep. 

You knew this was the best for you. But gods, did it fucking hurt. 

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[cursed-princess-club]

I wonder your opinion regarding CPC ships, at least woth the pre-existing 6 couples in CPC wiki (https://cursed-princess.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Relationship) a.k.a Maria/Blaine, Lance/Lorena, Frederick/Gwendolyn, Jolie/Nell, Jack/Lilyth (Leelathae). Thank you for seeing my message and sorry for asking too many at once!!!

ohhhh i find all these relationships interesting! Lots to unpack probably. this is all probably known stuff but uhh uh uh Yes

maria/blaine: you know when older sibling dilemmas. People Who get each other kind of but not really but also a little bit maybe . similarities but also really strong differences. yes, the pressure of being the eldest, but relations to those siblings greatly varying, and the contrasts in their support systems. Trying to put this idea into words raughh. HOW DO I SAY. well uh... idk idk something about the two most dedicated to the marriage the role they play for their families. Something about that relationship becoming what it is with the obsession and idolization then the heartbreak then the understanding and such- and i say this as someone who wasnt really invested in maria and blaine!!! The DRAMA dude

lance/lorena: good people! who seemed to vibe the best at first! Not the right place or the right time??? maybe ?? In another life they wouldve been gym bros yk. they adored each other but were also completely set up to feel bitter once the whole arrangement was revealed to be... Yeah.

gwen/fred: it's like if the two most open hearted doe eyed maybe maybe not insecure and self deprecating friends accidentally hurt each others feelings a lot/keep scaring each other. And stuff. u know how it is. I enjoy them and their development a lot! They need to catch a break so bad

jolie/nell: There is so much to explore with this relationship but it happens of screen so shout out the wonderful fan content of them out there! i like their dynamic :) haha wouldnt it be funny is jolie became an optometrist. That sounds like some shit lambcat would pull actually

lilyth/jack: veryvery VERY interesting. leelathae's story in general, what she gave up for jack?? the consequences?? Very compelling. The story of an immigrant woman marrying a foreigner and following him back to his country, and being looked down upon and his parents locked in the mindset that you dont belong here and you're tainting our bloodline- and how now she can no longer belong to her home island ever again, because of tradition and how she chose to leave it all behind. and yet she still loves him, and she gave up everything to be with him, because it's what made her happy. Ohhh and how that's been passed onto gwen. Mmmmm.

jamie/leopold: dareisay pygmalion and galatea type beat. Artist and muse. Muse and artist. the gwenfred situation speedrun, because their communication skills are better. people who create and put their passion into it all. and recognize that in each other perhaps. oooooo..

[gardenofgods-a]

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they can be gremlins together

“Do you want to eat dirt and rocks with me?”

[noritoshiikamo]

game over

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: angst tags//warning: established relationship, wild gojo appeared // blood, character death, emotion distress, mention of shibuya  note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. note that i put descriptions of the characters i write so it would be easier for me, you’re free to imagine the character the way you seem fits! okay listen imma be honest i dont like this part that much dhhdbdjksncjddiem and im sorry if it sucks bcs istg i cant compete to part 1 and 2 of it so IM SORRY tagging @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

few years ago;

“you’re fucking ridiculous!”

“you’re injured, how the fuck is it me that’s being unreasonable?”

she contemplated stabbing him straight to his chest. “i’m fine, leave me alone,” she hissed, holding on to her arm as she tried to limp away. second year jujutsu student noritoshi kamo wondered how the hell one could be this stubborn. with blood caked up on the side of her face, lips busted and bruising in the corner, not to mention the broken arm and probably twisted ankle, he could not understand how one could be this reckless and stupid, it’s almost ridiculous.

but here she is standing in front of him.

“you could’ve let me handle it,” he said, coldly.

she never turned that fast in her life; her limping leg suddenly worked fine as she hauled her ass, throwing both fists to his chest. the force put was enough to threw him back a few steps, he caught her wrists holding her from falling down. “stop acting like i’m so fragile. i can exorcist the curse just fine. you make me hate you so much,” she spitted, pure rage etched on her face, “just because i’m a girl, because i’m your girl, i’m weak. please, i am as good as you are, kamo.”

their faces were so close, he could count the freckles spread on her nose and cheeks. he loves her eyes the very first time he caught glimpse of it; one is a dull brown while the other looks like it carries the secret of the bright blue sea. this time, the eyes he loves looked hopeless, lack of the burning spirit she carried with tears threatening to spill. letting go of a wrist, his trembling hand brushed the hair coated with the blood back, carefully not to hurt her. “i never said you are bad,” he clarified, fingers busy brushing the hair back. his sudden reaction surprised her, and her body betrayed her thoughts as she eased in his arms.

he tilted her chin, his head was panicking as he realised that his brain was no longer controlling his movement as he leaned down and kissed her.

she tasted like blood.

she winced, pain aching on the swollen part and he apologized so quietly as he deepened the kiss. “nori-” her voice croaked as she swallowed his moans. he hummed, satisfied by the kiss. their foreheads rest against each other, the tip of their noses touched as they struggled to catch breath.

“stop being stupid. let me help you okay?”

“okay.”

slipping his arm under hers, he helped her walk, leading them out of the abandoned building they managed to exorcist. nothing major, a couple of pestering level three and four curses that them both handled well but their supervisor missed to tell them about the hiding level two curse that took them by surprise. she had become the curse’s main target.

if she would’ve just listened to him and stay close. he sighed.

“ouch, ouch,” she cried, clutching on her left leg, forcing him to stop. impatient, he slipped his hand under her knees, lifting her up in his arms. she apologized profusely, embarrassed to be such a burden to him. he brushed it off immediately.

“did you call them? told them that we are done?”

she gasped, “wait, i thought they’ll wait for us.”

he huffed, “you’re not that important, y/n. give them a call, please. i want to go home.”

kicking the door open, the moonlight shone on them as he carried her down to the bottom stairs. settling her down on the steps, he sat beside her, letting a long sigh. he watched as she took the call, letting them know that she was slightly injured, and they need to go back asap. she was visibly tired, and he was the same too.

he couldn’t help but to sigh at the way the moonlight enveloped her. he had loved her from the very first moment he caught his eyes on her; she caught him staring, called him out publicly and ignored all his advances. it took him a lot to court her. she’s a gojo, she can have anything and everything with the sky is the limit.

but one thing money could never buy is affection.

it started with little stuffs; noritoshi waiting for her with her lunch readied every day. it annoyed her but momo (who was secretly rooting for him) forced her to just do it. “it’s just a lunch,” momo said sheepishly. noritoshi would have them paired all the time for the missions. she’d accepted it with open heart. noritoshi would also teach her how to weld a bow and shoot arrows. she promised that she would go out on date with him if he taught her.

by the end of their first year, they became inseparable.

the idea of being apart from her hurts him physically and mentally. she took a sharp breath when he laced his fingers between her own, quickly telling the other person on the phone that she was okay. “it was just noritoshi,” she replied with a small laugh. their hands fit each other; his skin contrasted her slightly tanned skin. while his hands were rough from welding the bow and he kept his nail short and clean, hers were slightly softer with her nails painted prettily. this month she had her nails painted in pastel. all the girls’ day out with momo and mai had proven its importance. he was happy to provide her with his black card despite her discontent.

“analysing my hands now?”

he smiled slightly, “it looks very pretty. i guess i got my money worth. are they coming?”

she leaned on his shoulder, his own wrapped around her as she closed her eyes, “they are around the corner. i would definitely need another round this week,” she teased. kissing her forehead gently, he didn’t mind that his uniform was stained with her blood; he was glad that she’s safe.

“i’ll happily take you there.”

few years later;

noritoshi kamo almost lost his mind. the stadium was half destroyed, huge craters on the pitch with the sight of his wife nowhere to be found. he looked up to the black pitch curtain encasing the stadium area from the sky, a curse escaped his lips.

“where the fuck are you?” he grunted, scanning the area.

she is gone, his stubborn little wife. she could’ve just wait but annoyed that their dinner date was interrupted and eager because this was their first mission together as a married couple; she escaped his supervision. as they were dealing with minor curses outside, she decided to head on forward, leaving him to deal with whatever is left. he beat himself inside for letting her come, he could easily do this himself and send her home safely, but she blinked her eyes and he was weak. she always has her way with him.

his step stopped when he realised there was a shadow ahead.

“she’s pretty,” the thing said.

his blood ran cold, “what did you do to my wife?”

the curse let out a laugh. it was sinister enough to send chills down his spine. especially when he realised the head it was stepping on was his wife. her eyes were fluttering back and forth, struggling to stay awake. a howl shocked him, shivers down his spine at the painful whimpers her shikigami making. cursed spirits were devouring it alive, overwhelming it and chewing every part of its body. his wife was too weak to dispel the shikigami; it’s dangerous as the devoured wolf shikigami will drain her cursed energy by a second.

all shikigami linked directly to the owner; everything inflected to the wolf, she could feel it too.

he needed a plan.

hidden in his wedding ring was a retractable knife. he rarely carries blood bags anymore as his power solidified itself. the older he got, the better he was at using and controlling a small steady flow of his own blood straight from the tap. with a clap of his hands, the knife cut his hand enough to send blood shooting like bullets. the blood hit the curses straight to its cores, died out instantly on impact, but the shikigami was beyond salvageable. it let out one last howl, one last goodbye before dropping to the ground, half of his snout gone. she will be devastated, it’s her only shikigami she managed to tame at such a young age, but at least it has stopped the shikigami from stripping his wife’s cursed energy to its core.

the fire burning in his eyes only made the curse laughed. he kicked her body away, spurting blood out of her mouth. she was halfway close to death’s doorstep.

“i will fucking murder you,” he hissed.

“my blood is my power. it’s supposed to rot human, stripping its meat from the bone like acid. however,” the curse nudged her body, “your wife didn’t. humour me, did your blood tainted hers? tell me, i’m curious how.”

“are you going to chit chat because i don’t have whole day.” his blood dripped on the pitch.

the curse grinned, shrugging his shoulder. he kneeled, running his bloody fingers on her cheeks leaving trails of flowers pattern that dissipated immediately, “i’m not here to fight. i’m here to serve a warning,” he looked up to the tensed sorcerer, “for gojo satoru. tell him, we’ll be waiting for him in shibuya.” noritoshi’s face scrunched in confusion.

“we have no business with the gojos.”

“but she is. she could change her name, married you, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she carried gojo’s blood in her vein. she’s the bridge to your two clans. i’m just killing two birds with one stone. ruin the kamo clan’s relationship with gojos and hurt gojo satoru. all thanks to her,” the curse turned his back on him, his laugh echoed as he walked away. the dark curtain disappeared slowly as the ground rumbled. a perfect chance for noritoshi to strike if it wasn’t because of the cursed spirit’s words gluing him to his spot, “oh, kamo, i believe a congratulation is overdue. let me know when’s the baby is due, i would love to drop by personally.”

the pillar holding on to the roof collapsed sending wave of dust all over the place. noritoshi covered his face, coughing as he sucked some in, removing his coat as a shield. the cursed spirit was no where to be found.

“the place is going to collapse! i’ll get the curse, you go get her!”

a voice echoed and he caught a glimpse of blond hair running past him and noritoshi didn’t think twice as he sprinted around the cracks and holes. who was that voice or who was the curse, he couldn’t give a single fuck, he just wants his wife back. he was shaking when he got to her, arms immediately scooped her up in his arms. her chest was raising slowly, blood dripping on the side of her lips as she struggled to exhale.

“you’re going to be okay,”

he told her, but he wasn’t sure if he will ever be.

-

“can you turn down the stupid light, it’s hurting my eyes.”

the voice laughed melodiously, the light moved to the other eye repeating the same thing.

“as you can see, she’s awake, slightly weak, but she should be okay.”

another voice interrupted, “are you sure?” she gasped, excited to hear a familiar voice. “nori?” she called out, unable to open her eyes, relying strictly to her hearing as she reached her shaky hands out for him. “her senses might be slightly off, just let her do it herself,” the woman’s voice noted, and she felt annoyed. how dare you underestimate me, her mind scoffed.

“my senses are fine. see?” she claimed as she held noritoshi’s hand up. he smiled, gently rubbing her hand with encouragement. “thanks, shoko, we are fine.”

“i’ll leave you be then. call me if you need anything.”

she listened to the clacking of shoko’s heels, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. she jumped, but he held her hand tighter, reassuring her that it’s alright. “so why can’t i see?” she asked, confident that they are alone now. she felt the bed sunk a little on the left side, “you were high on anesthesia, i’m surprise you could even move your jaw to speak.” she felt a finger brushed her hair aside, breath loomed on her face and she could feel her own face reddening up.

“are you going to kiss me or are you just going to tease me?” his heart swell up, despite her shaky voice almost made him laugh.

“do you trust me?” his hand cupped her cheek gently.

she nodded eagerly, “always.”

“good.”

his kiss hit her like a waft of fresh air. every kiss felt like a first kiss to her that she couldn’t help to react so eagerly to it. his tongue slipped through her defense, overwhelming her taste buds with such strong taste of iron. it didn’t stop her. she knew what he was doing from start. he peeked a little, didn’t stop a second from kissing her as he watched his blood marking appeared on her face. her hands went up around her neck pulling him closer and he obeyed, deepening the kiss.

heal; his mind commanded.

after a while, she pulled back, being the one to break apart from the kiss first, her chest raising up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. her eyes were wide open now, fluttering lazily as she leaned back on the propped-up pillow. he wiped the corner of his lips, eyes on her as he watched the open wound on her face and arms slowly closed leaving the fresh healed red marks behind. he relaxed when he heard a thank you coming from her, as she checked her healed arms.

“i’m disappointed with you,” he finally broke the silence.

“really?” she frowned. he always does this thing where he will immediately go into lecture mood every time she does something that pisses him off. it’s almost like a game to her as she waited for him to explode, “right now? not even going to wait until i’m discharged. this is a new record, toshi. like shoko said, i’m fine.” he shook his head, “it doesn’t make it right. you always disobeyed me. ignored my orders, going about with your goddamn big head, you could’ve been killed.”

she rolled her eyes, noritoshi is being noritoshi, what a drama queen, she mentally rolled her eyes, “but i’m not,” she pushed her hair back, twisting it easily into a simple loose knot, “i told you, i am not weak.”

“your shikigami was destroyed, your blood was poisoned, 70 percent was already circulating to every part of your vein, i had to beg for the higher up to help purify your blood,” her smile died down. this game no longer feels fun for her. noritoshi was really mad this time. “you think it’s fun and all game but game over, y/n. you need to stop doing this. if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“leave me alone, nori, if you just going to nag, please i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired.”

it made him angry that she was taking his word lightly. running his hand in his messy hair, he felt like hauling his head to the wall.

“you don’t understand-”

she slammed her hand on the bed, interrupting his words, “no YOU don’t understand me, i’m tired of you babying me. i’m an adult, i am your wife, stop treating me like a fucking child! we have been married for months, but god you’re suffocating me.”

“i will when you stop endangering yourself. i will stop treating your like a child when you stop acting like one. you’re pregnant, for the love of god!” he threw his hand on the wall. the wall cracked from the force. “i’m what?” she felt the world stopped spinning. she was hundred percent sure that her ears and head were deceiving her. he removed his hand from the hole he made on the wall, his body shaking from the amount of anger building up.

“noritoshi, answer me! what do you mean- i’m not pregnant, i had my period this month.”

“you are,” he shrugged. he felt something hit him in the back; looking down he saw the fluffy white pillow sitting by his feet.

he pointed to the bedside table where a sonogram perched up against a tissue box. she was about to lose her mind. “this is not funny, if this is your mean way of fucking me up because i won’t listen to you then this is just fucking cruel.”

he marched towards him, his hand went down on his chin, forcing her eyes on him, “until you stop playing your stupid games, until you stop treating your life like it’s nothing, until you consider my feelings and my worries, as your husband is valid, i do not exist in your life,” tears fell down her cheeks, “like you, i’m tired too.

“nori i-“

he left her before she could say a word. she broke into sob; her chest was pounding so hard that the blood pressure monitor was beeping. the door burst opened but it was not the face she wanted to see. she was immediately hysterical. satoru managed to hold her wrist down before she ripped the tubes and needles off her arms. “no, no, i want nori. where is he!” she screamed as satoru held her down. “you need to calm down, it’s not good for the baby,” satoru cooed, but she was not having it. he turned to shoko, “her cursed energy is skyrocketing, she’s going hysterical, do something!”

“let me go!”

shoko held out a syringe, “hold her down.”

she screamed, thrashing so rough that she almost slipped out of the strongest sorcerer’s hands. she managed to get a needle out before she felt another sharp pain on her back. shoko pulled the empty needle out and they retreated away as she fell on her butt backward. she was reduced to a babbling mess, her eyes drooped as she struggled to fight the waves of sleepiness hitting her one after another.

“tell him i’m sorry,” she croaked out, before everything turned completely dark.

the blood pressure monitor returned back to normal.

three days later;

“are you still going to ignore her? it’s been 3 days.”

“she needs to learn her place.”

gojo satoru disagreed. he eyed the head of the clan, shaking his head before standing up. he thought he could convince noritoshi kamo to visit his wife, but the man was as stubborn as- huh, her.

“i think she have learned enough, she’s miserable. you’re miserable.”

the man glared at the blonde man child, raising the cup of tea up for a sip. the tea doesn’t taste as good as the way she made it. he left her for 3 days and he found himself struggling to do everything alone. 

he, noritoshi kamo, 23 years old and the head of the kamo family, could not make a cup of fucking tea.

she always said that the best way to make tea depends on how long you let it steep. “too early and you won’t get the right amount of flavour,” she explained, her back facing him as he watched from the counter as she loomed over the stove, “but if you steep it way too long you going to burn the tea leaves and it will make everything taste bitter.” she turned around, a huge smile on her face that made his heart skipped a beat.

he frowned; the tea tasted bitter.

“she’s pregnant, she’s supposed to be crazy. you are supposed to be the wise one. she is going to carry your child for 9 long months, i can’t explain to you how long that’s going to be but she is allowed to be crazy.”

he dropped the cup on the floor when gojo’s hand grabbed him by his collar, pulling him up from his chair.

“now please, see your goddamn wife before i deck you in the mouth.”

“i will.”

satisfied with his answer, gojo’s demeanor changed and he was again the man child they all know of him. noritoshi could no longer focus on the report in front of him; not when his mind is full of her and only her.

would she forgive him? he wasn’t sure.

but he would spend his lifetime making up to her and the baby if that’s necessary.

[percyjacksonfan3]

The Last Olympian Thoughts

So because I have absolutely 0 self-control or restraint when it comes to this series and its characters, and for The Last Olympian in particular, I could not put TLO down. Because of this I figured I couldn’t do the usual photo reaction posts I have been so far, because the spam would just be ridiculous, so I am stealing the idea from @yourstrulytaaay​ to do a masterpost instead. (Adding a Read More cause this got ridiculously long)

Fun fact, TLO came out right after i finished reading the series for the first time so it's the first PJO book i bought  and my only hard cover one for the og series. I checked the year and turns out it was published 2009, which means i was actually 9 when i read the series for the first time. I realize this is not really a fun fact but i thought i was older when I first read the series so it's blowing my mind a little ‘cause now I’m 21 and everything hits different and i still have so much love for this series and the characters Okay onto book thoughts: - i was right that this book is gonna destroy me, the first line alone made me so excited and nostalgic it's ridiculous - I love Rachel and Percy sm tbh. Her being a bit of peace and normalcy in his life without always reminding Percy of who and what he is is so good for him. Just a little escape

- of course by the end of the book that's not the case any more but by the end he's lived his prophecy so he doesn't need it as badly, plus he and Annabeth are solid again - Percy saying Annabeth has been hard to be around lately... Ouch my heart. Luke really is the last thing that keeps them from being together and Percy is so jealous and Annabeth so torn and in pain, i feel so bad for them both

- Beckendorf 🥺🥺 - the telkhine with the Lil Demon lunchbox!! I forgot about him. Percy: 'i left him alive, partly because his lunchbox was cool' is one of my absolute favourite lines tbh - Paul taking Percy crabbing and being imperative in helping Percy kill the giant crab 💖 Paul Blofis is important and deserves the world, okay? - aw Percy, you can't save every demigod bb

- 'i had to fight him eventually. Why not now?... What difference would a week make?' Oh Percy you have no idea - real talk tho, the fact Kronos possessed Luke's body would also mess me tf up. Percy keeps forgetting it's not Luke anymore and yeah, that would be so so hard and confusing af, like what another smart little mind game for Kronos to pull on top of everything else - the fact Percy fights Kronos before getting the Achilles Curse and actually doesn't die within seconds is... Astounding. He kicks him in the chest! And yeah Kronos is weaker and still adjusting to Luke's body, but Percy is having trouble fighting Luke cause they used to be friends - Percy breaks Kronos' time magic!! Like?! Boy is POWERFUL.

- OUCH - honestly Luke, Thalia and Annabeth's family breaking the way it did... Don't talk to me. Poor Annabeth, Luke betrayed them, Thalia joined the Hunters because of Luke's betrayal so she's pretty much AWOL all the time and then Luke dies. Like Rick wtf, my heart can't take it? -Percy and Tyson having each others backs when talking to Poseidon in the underwater palace is the brother-brother relationship we love to see - Percy trying to stick a sand dollar in the vending machines at school 🤦🏻‍♀🤦🏻‍♀ - the whole underwater interaction at Poseidon's palace? Perfection. Awkward family drama and all - Connor falling out of the tree when he sees Percy because he's so excited 😂😂

- 😭💖

- k, ik Clarisse isn't perfect but tbh if i was a child of Ares whose father was disrespected and hated by my fellow campers (ares deserves it but still) and that disrespect trickled down to how the other campers treated ME (which if Percy is reliable here, it obviously does) then i would also be irritated at being used for muscle and nothing else? And just expected to fight with the people who act as if they'd rather not have Ares kids around the rest of the time. Like Clarisse isn't totally wrong - Percy reading the prophecy, seeing he's meant to die and just being like 'i do not see it' and refusing to outright think about it makes me so sad for him - (but it taints every action after and he's super reckless afterwards bc of it- including finally breaking and accepting the Achilles Curse) - (also him taking this as the last straw and finally beginning to show Annabeth how he really feels, cause fuck it, he's dying anyway) - Give me more info about Rachel's backstory and family Rick!! -  how did i forget Percy willingly eats chocolates that taste like cardboard because 'i didnt have anything against cardboard' like sir? Ik Silena didn't want them but still? - 'she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful' STOP, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT - Percy staring at Annabeth and forgetting what they're talking about cause hes so distracted 👌🏻

- hmm yeah... For some strange reason.... - i forgot how Percy totally bombs this convo bw them and now want to cry 😭 Annabeth is trying to talk about what's important and Percy, you sweet oblivious man, you're shooting her down without even realizing - love that they're both on the same wavelength tho. Percy two lines before, hmm it's cool to date ppl from other cabins, wonder why im thinking that around Annabeth, my best friend in the world, and then Annabeth a beat later, hmm, let me bring up Silena and Beckendorf and how it's important to be with the people you love when you have the chance, no way Percy will miss this huge hint right? - they're the best - k i honestly forgot Percy full on physically intimidates Leneus like that - luke telling his mom if he ran away the monsters wouldnt get her..i can just imagine luke crying when he says good bye before running away because he thinks it's his fault his mom is like that and he cant take care of and protect her anymore because it's too hard - uh oh now i have angsty pre-lightning thief luke fic inspo... Him, Thalia and Annabeth on the run... The ANGST -  Rick holds absolutely nothing back in this book and i am in pain - HESTIA!! 💖💖🥰 - actual loml - i love that Rick titled this book after her and that he wrote such a great series about the importance of family (biological, found or otherwise) and home, and that he said actually Hestia is the most important bc shes the most humble and keeps the peace and knows when to fight and when to yield and you protect what you love, which is your home - i just... Adore Hestia - Grover! Missed you babes - Hades is so so horrible to Nico, always comparing him to Bianca :/ - but i do love Hades, Persephone and Demeter together they make me laugh - oh god the River Styx - Achilles 🥺 - Annabeth being Percy's lifeline is, and continues to be, A Lot™ - 'my name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth's hand.' LOL Why am i crying? - Like the fact there is no Percy without Annabeth, and that remembering her literally reminded him of who he is in his very soul... It's fine im fine - i won't even get into the parallels of her being his lifeline now and then later when Hera takes his memories but leaves the memory of Annabeth for Percy to fight to get back to (anyone who wants to yell about it with me... Feel free to message) - badass Percy is my fav Percy tbh - him defeating Hades?? Like? Hades is arguably the most powerful god, okay - i feel bad for Nico but if i was Percy I'd do the exact same, Nico, sorry man but this is a high stakes time crunch deal and Nico is literally the only hope of persuading Hades and distracted by his own internal stuff - flashbacks to Luke, Thalia and Annabeth hurt, ow - George and Martha are the best - damn i forgot Hermes full on nearly kills Percy here, yikes - Luke stop cockblocking Percabeth challenge

- i love!! Percy's love for New York!! So much!! - Percy leaving to live in New Rome in HoO is a lie and this is all the proof i need for why - the fact the entire last half of the book is the battle and aftermath... Such great buildup and pacing. All the tricks and twists and battles in this War of Manhattan? I would not take out a thing, Rick, you legend - of course then the final battle in hoo with the gods is what? Two pages? Ugh, don’t talk to me about my hatred for BoO and HoO - 'no detours you two' is still the cutest thing!!! - THE HUNTERS!! Thalia i missed you - good job Percy, you finally spent your sand dollar - Minotaur!! - 'dont i get a kiss for luck? Its kind of a tradition right?' Percy finds out he's gonna die and is out of fucks to give and honestly I support him - also Michael just standing beside these two while they're flirting like umm 👀 👀 while a monster army marches towards them, nbd - Annabeth taking Ethan's knife meant for Percy!!! Cause she just knows his weak spot without him even telling her! They literally invented love - Feral Percy is so scary omg, i love how well Rick incorporates the Achilles Curse in this novel, with the whole heightened weaknesses and stuff ans the parallels to Achilles arrogance being what killed him and Percy's loyalty, fierceness and protective instinct being his own heightened weakness - the fact that Percy is the one who inadvertantly kills Michael Yew tho, I'll never recover from that - the fact Hades offers Maria di Angelo a golden palace by the Styx like how Poseidon offers Sally a palace under the sea tho. Let's talk about that parallel - the entire talk with Prometheus is so so good - not me picturing young Luke hiding in the closet to get away from his mom when she has an 'episode' -i love callbacks in stories and all of the callbacks to the rest of the series in this book make me very happy (medusa, minotaur, the underworld, Rainbow!! My baby!!, Daedalus and more) - Percy summoning a wholeass hurricane against Hyperion - the Party Ponies! They're so chaotic, i love it - Dionysus! 😁 I can't help it, i love him - Percy absolutely losing it when he sees Sally and Paul asleep in the car 🥺 - Rachel telling Percy he's not the hero screws with him so much :( poor bb - although i really really love how Rick wrote this, it's so refreshing to not have one chosen one save the world, but a combination of people - the drakon, Silena and Clarisse make me cry - the Patrochilles references, im not okay - Annabeth giving up on Luke after hearing what he did to Silena and Percy telling her that doesn't make him happy 😭 that whole interaction makes my heart ache - Percy giving Hestia Pandora's pithos 🥺 - and Hades, Nico and the others coming for a final attack is so badass, i love it - listen im glad the og trio were the ones to confront Luke on Olympus but the fact Thalia got so close and then pinned by a statue of HERA makes me so sad. Ik her and Luke were finished and she coped by cutting him off completely and giving up all hope but i would pay money to know what they would have said to each other to say goodbye - Ethan 🥺 - Poseidon joining the fight against Typhon is so cool, such a great scene - 'PEANUT BUTTER!' - Annabeth you brilliant badass you - RIP Luke, you werent great but you werent the worst either - the gods just rolling up seconds too late, wondering wtf happened in Olympus and who the dead body is - the chapter where the Olympians meet and give out rewards is one of my absolute favourites (again i am incensed we didn't get anything like this in HoO) - will Percy turning down immortality ever not make me scream in glee? No? Alright then - Annabeth being relieved like Percy was relieved at the end of Titan's Curse tho - oh Hermes :/ - its so hard reading all this and knowing what comes in HoO... Like it's such a cathartic, earned and mostly happy and peaceful ending and then HoO comes along and undermines it all - aww Rick let Paul see Olympus somehow pls, he deserves it, he killed a dracanae - (i would also love to see it) - Percy being more upset Rachel took his pegasus than her going to Camp and possibly dying, lol, priorities dude - i honestly think that Rick had other ideas for the second Great Prophecy and how things would go down in BoO, cause the prophecy like... Barely applies to BoO, Doors of Death are in book four, and explabations of it is all so unclear when Rick is usually pretty good with that stuff - PERCABETH - lol Percy complaining about privacy when he and Annabeth are caught kissing literally in the middle of the very open and public dining pavilion, okay - BEST UNDERWATER KISS OF ALL TIME - that's it and im a glass case of emotion - very happy to say that this series remains my favourite of all time 💖

 If anyone ever wants to come gush about anything Riordanverse related feel free, because as you can see I have a lot of thoughts about it all

[sweetiejunie]

Purity

Summary: yeonjun takes your innocence

Genre: smut

Yeonjun x reader

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“Are you sure you want to do this, princess? We don’t have to if you’re not ready,” Yeonjun asked, facing you, his own blown up with lust.

A slight blush rose to your cheeks. Yeonjun trapping you against the wall as you nodded. You hadn’t done it before and you wanted yeonjun to be your first. You loved him and you knew he had been very patient for you. Tonight, you decided that it would finally be the day you repaid him for it. Your heart was beating at the speed of light, a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Yeonjun laughed lightly at your flustered state. His head spinning at the thought of being able to taint his princess’ innocence.

“Alright. But let me know if you want to stop at any point okay?” He adored the idea of being the one to corrupt you, the one that would teach you how to please him, the way you were determined to please him, yet so shy about it at the same time. But he also didn’t want to push you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

With that, he held your chin up, leaning down to kiss you. Leading you to the couch as he slowly stripping you of your clothes before taking off his own, leaving you both in your underwear. By this point, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.

Taking a seat, yeonjun pulled you into his lap. Starting to plant kisses on your neck as his hand held your sides firmly. You moaned at his touch, only to feel yeonjun getting harder beneath you. Without much thought, you hands wandered south, gazing across his toned abs, stopping at the waist band of his briefs, your next move hestitant, unsure of what to do.

Sensing your uneasiness, yeonjun spoke, “do you want to touch me baby?” His breath tickling your neck as a grin formed on his face.

Momentarily lifting you off him, he rid himself of his briefs before grabbing your hand lightly, guiding you to his hard member. Laughing at the way you jumped slightly as he wrapped your hand around it. The fact that your hand felt so small and soft in his only turned him on more. How you started pumping him ever so gently as if you were afraid of hurting him. God, was it possible for him to love you more? He was literally destroying any innocence in you but felt no guilt.

You watched as white droplets started forming at the tip. Subconsciously, you licked your lips. The sudden urge of licking it off him filled your mind and you shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. Of course, this little action didn’t go unnoticed by yeonjun.

“What is it princess?” Yeonjun smirked, knowing exactly what you were thinking. But he loved to tease and he loved the way your face turned red as you struggled to give him an answer.

You tried looking away from him, but this only caused yeonjun to grab your chin, forcing you to face him. Looking you in the eyes, he throbbed as he saw sweet, sweet purity. But that wouldn’t last long. Not if he had anything to do with it.

“I… can i…” you trailed off, your face getting hotter by the second.

“Hmm? Use your words baby.”

“Can i… use my mouth?” You whispered, barely audible, your eyes shooting close in embarrassment.

A few seconds of utter silence passed as yeonjun sat there grinning like a cheshire, processing the words that just came from your pretty, pink lips. The idea your mouth wrapped around him was enough to make him explode right there but he didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic.

“Of course you can princess, anything you want,” he stated, trying his best to keep his cool.

Sliding off him, you kneeled infront of him. The realisation of what you said hit you and suddenly it seemed daunting. You looked down to his cock, panic filling your mind. You had no idea what you were doing.

“What… what do i do…?” You asked awkwardly, slightly ashamed of yourself.

Yeonjun smiled endearingly, stroking your hair, “it’s okay princess, dont be embarrassed. Ill help you. Just take me in your mouth and start sucking. Only take in what you can handle okay? You don’t need to force yourself.”

You did as you were told, opening your mouth and taking him in. You started with the tip, lightly sucking and licking. Hearing a groan come from above you, you took this as a sign to keep going. Taking in more of him, you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked harder.

“Fuck pricness, you sure you’ve never done this before?” He questioned sarcastically, throwing his head back against the couch.

He couldn’t believe what was going on in that moment. His precious, innocent angel had her mouth wrapped around his cock. Moaning sinful noises that he would never have expect to leave her lips. The though was enough to get him to come undone, let alone the actual feeling being in your mouth.

Clasping your hair in a make shift pony tail he took at you thrusting his hips up slightly, “may i?”

You hummed around him as response, vibrations causing him to groan again before he started fucking your mouth. He started slow, not wanting to cause you any pain. But you saw how he started losing his composure, your name mixed with curses escaping his lips as he quickened his pace. Before you knew it, you were gagging around him. Yeonjun only stopped when he noticed tears forming at the edge of your eyes.

Pulling out, his admired the trail of saliva that still connnected the tip to your mouth. His thumb carassed your cheek as he wipedaway your tears that threatened to eacape.

“I’m sorry princess, i got a bit carried away. But now it’s my turn to please you,” a wicked smirk broke across his face.

Picking you off the floor, he threw you on the couch. Starting to kiss down your chest, he unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. Taking one of your nipples in his mouth, he sucked and bit lightly, earning a moan from you. He continued kissing down your stomach, stopping to rid you of your panties and kiss your tighs.

“I really hope your forgive me,” he said inbetween kisses, slowly inching his way to your core before planting a kiss on your clit.

“I really am sorry for making you cry,” he continued, licking a strip down your slit.

You moaned out his name at the contact. A foreign feeling, but one you could get used to. Instinctively, you grabbed his hair in your fist, looking down, only to see him already staring at you, a smug look on his face. You weren’t sure how he had this effect on you, but as of right now you didn’t care.

You were in for a long night. I hope you’re ready.

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Is it wrong of me to want yeonjun wreck me 🤔 hmmm. Well tbh he’s probably gonna be the reason i die alone

Anyways, ive been sitting on this one for a while. Hope you liked it!! 💜

Masterlist

Reposted cause there was an issue with the previous one :’)

[samcrobae]

Contaminated, Part 2

Gif Credit: @loisbelcher

Tag list: @cind-in-real-life @carlaangel86 @briannab1234

Warnings: language, mentions of gun violence, character death, sad Angel 💔

long awaited part 2 to Contaminated. I havent figured out how to link all of the stuff in one place. so if someone can help a girl out, I’d appreciate it! I also didn’t proof read because it’s 10:45 PM .

Disclaimer: I never ever like to see Mi Angel sad, pero this was just the vibe for this particular story/song. If I could hug and love on Angel all day I would.

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Your eyes fluttered open as the sun beamed in through the windows, the feeling of Angels chapped lips on your shoulder making you fully alert. You turn to face him in bed. “Morning,” you smiled at him and he kissed your forehead. “Damn I’ve missed this.. waking up to you. I never want to miss this again.”

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A year later, you and Angel were in the best place you could have been. You were happy. you were more than content. you were safe. You had been spending more time with him, more time with the MC. You and Angel had your arguments, sure, but part of that was what made and you and Angel—- you and Angel. you played with the ring on your finger, the ring he put there just 5 short months after your return. “Pretty soon, you’re going to be stuck with his ass. You can still run if you want to.” Coco poked fun as he sat down at the bar next to you and handed you a beer. You look over at him and the other guys making their way over to you as they headed out of templo. You let out a laugh as Angel approached. “What’s so funny?” as he places his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into his side. 

“nah, nothing. I was just reminding Y/N here she has enough time to run from you if she wants.” Angel narrows his eyes at Coco “nah shes not going nowhere. shes stuck with me. for good this time.” he leans in and gives you a quick kiss. 

“well, lets go home and get ready if we’re gonna make it to this shit on time.” Angel nudged at you. 

You got home and jumped into the shower. “alright, but you need to wear this tonight, this is my favorite on you.” he held up a dress and you peeked out from the shower curtain. 

“ugh I hate that dress you know that.” you scrunched up your nose. 

“yeah but I love fucking you in it. so. wear it. Now make some room for me in there. you used all the hot water last night when I tried to shower.” He quickly strips down and gets in the shower behind you. He pulls you in close to him by your waist, so that your back is resting on his chest, his chin on your shoulder. “I still cant believe I got you to agree to marry my crazy ass.” he whispers to you. 

“Yeah me either, I guess I just love your crazy ass.” you say as you splash some water on his face. He moves his hands to caress your sides, then wraps them around your waist, to rub over your tummy. “You ever think about doing other things with my crazy ass?” 

“mmm.. like what?” 

“i dont know.. like, maybe have a couple kids?” 

you quickly turned to look at him “kids? really? Like our own kids?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. Its not the worst idea right? Nah it’s crazy right ? We probably shouldn’t. Shit with EZ and whatever is getting pretty fucked-”

“Lets do it. Let’s have some babies.” You interrupted him with a smile as you gazed into his eyes, seeing nothing but adoration for you in this moment. Leaning up, you kissed him and he brought hands to wrap around your lower back, holding you tight to him.

“Well then shit querida let’s get started!” He backs you into the shower wall and you let out a laugh as he attacks your neck with kisses and bites as the water falls onto both of you.

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Pulling into the yard parking lot you and Angel were arguing about something. The others couldn’t exactly hear what, but saw your hands flailing and his eyes go wide and could tell you were yelling at each other about something.

“Shit here we go...” Coco sighed as he sat on the porch with EZ taking a sip of his beer. You got out of the car and slammed the door shut “yeah fuck you Angel! Hey Coco.”

“What’s up Y/N” he muttered as you walked past him and into the clubhouse.

The night continued on and you and Angel had kept your distance but it was pretty obvious as you were at the clubhouse for a party and you were usually in his lap or pushed up against a wall making out. No one dared to ask though, knowing this was just how you and Angel were.

You were sitting at a table toward the front door with EZ when you heard vehicles approaching the yard. Everyone had been accounted for so no one was sure who it could be. Bishop eyes Angel and Gilly and before they could step out to investigate it all happened so fast. Multiple shots rang out and into the clubhouse spraying bullets everywhere. All you could see and hear were people running everywhere dropping to the ground for cover followed by shouts of “get down! Get down!”. EZ reached over and tackled you to the ground and under the table, shielding you as best as he could.

Shots rang out for what felt like an eternity and you weren’t sure how long you were under the table. When it had quieted you finally were able to notice the sharp pain radiating in your abdomen. Still laying on the ground, EZ looked over and felt warm liquid pool between you.

“EZ....”

“No, shit. No. ANGEL!!!!!! Angel!” He shouted for his older brother. “It’s okay, you’re okay, I got you. You’re okay.”

Angel found the two of you under the table and dropped to his knees when he saw you. “No... baby, no. I’m so sorry...”

“Angel... that’s a lot of blood. Can we go home? I wanna go home... let’s go home.”

“We gotta get her to a hospital let’s go let’s go! EZ help me get her up.”

The brothers got you up and into the truck. You rested in Angels lap as your eyes began to grow heavy, ears ringing .

“No hey, hey, stay with me alright? I need you to just stay awake. You’re gonna be fine. Just stay with me please baby. I love you. I love you so much.”

He was trying to remain calm but inside he was panicking. He knew this didn’t look good but he also couldn’t bring himself to admit it. Gilly and EZ were up front, EZ racing down the streets pretty much blowing every stop sign and red light there was.

“I’m so sorry querida.. hey stay awake.. I need you to stay awake. We’re gonna have some babies, remember?” Gilly and EZ exchanged sorrowful glances.

He tried his best to keep you talking, but as EZ pulled in front of the hospital entrance, you were quiet, in a deep sleep. Angel practically jumped out of the car and carried you from the car to the hospital “I need help! Help!” A couple of nurses who were passing by ran over grabbing a bed on their way to you.

“She got shot... I couldn’t help her anymore... she’s.. she needs help.” The nurses hurried you away behind a set of double doors and once the doors were shut Angel allowed himself to give into his emotion. Another nurse say with him and EZ, gathering your information and the details of what happened. When everyone left, He sat back against a wall and let himself slide down to the ground. His head in his hands, he sat sobbing.

EZ got down on the floor with him, sat silently next to his brother. “Hey she’s going to be okay Angel.”

Bishop, Creeper, Taza, and Riz ran through the entrance frantically searching the waiting room and settled on the floor where Angel and EZ had been sat.

Bishop approached Gilly, “how is she?”

“Don’t know. They haven’t said yet. Didn’t look good though, Bish.”

Bishop sucked in air between his teeth. “Shit. This can’t happen. Not to her. Not to him. He will spiral.”

It had been two hours and finally two doctors had opened the set of double doors and approached Angel, removing their surgical caps.

Angel rushed the doctors as soon as they came out into the waiting room “when can I see her? Is she okay?” The rest of his brothers circled them awaiting their responses.

“Y/N’s organs suffered a great deal of trauma resulting in a lot of blood loss, the injuries she sustained were very severe. Despite our very best efforts, she did not make it.”

Coco sucked air in between his teeth, hands balled into fists and he turned away from his brothers. Taza and Bishop let curse words solemnly escape their lips.

“She did not make it” replayed in Angels head as his ears started ringing and suddenly became nauseous. The instant pain that stirred and sat in his stomach became unbearable. His eyes were wide with rage, how could these doctors just let you die? Wide with pain, you had so many plans with each other, for your future together. Wide with fear, how was he supposed to go home to an empty house? How was he supposed to live his life with out you? How was he supposed to continue on? How does he rebuild?

“You fuckin let her die?!!!” Angel lunged at the doctors but EZ and Gilly intervened.

“You let her die! I’m gonna fuckin kill you! You piece of shit!”

“Angel-Angel!” EZ gripped Angels shoulders as Angel slowly sank to his knees. He was shaking, sobbing, uncontrollably rocking back and forth as he spoke your name and apologized for all of the things he would never be able to take back.

Bishop motioned for the rest of the guys. “This is war. Taza, make the call. This does not end here. We find who did this. And when we do, you bring them to him”, pointing at Angel.

“And I know what we need

You start letting me go

Cus our love is tainted.”

[acevity]

Tell us about your au!

Claps hands together! Real talk it's less an au and more of vague concepts and ideas pinned to a board with the world's thinnest line connecting them BUT that wont stop me.

SO everyones a cat! They dont have to be full blooded, but the witches generally are Wild cats while humans are domestic breeds. Amity is a caracal (still undecided on if shes a mix with serval so the other blights can have pretty spots), Luz is a Bengal mix. Maybe eda and lilith are cheetahs with eda being king and having the mohawk? And lilith ending up with melanism that makes her spots "consume" her normal color hrmm

Ok so basically, think this as warrior cats but with magic. I'm not decided on if itll be like Whisker Away too where they CAN be humans if they choose or not, but they're primarily cats. The witches live in these old ruins, and theres a curse laid there that is a double edged sword. On one hand, they gain magic from consuming the prey and living on tainted lands, on the other its slowly eating away at them. Amity, along with the rest of the blights and higher ups, are tasked with removing this negative side effect somehow. Theres one working theory that eda is the cause of the town's curse, what with hers being the most visually effective theyve seen (shes practically more gryphon than cat, feathered mane and wings and big talons oh my!)

Another theory mentioned the domestic cats, and that's when Luz barges in. She knows the rumors of the ""lost city cursed to extinction"" or whatever and naturally she charged headfirst into it with the plan of saving it, being the hero, and fulfilling her cool magic power fantasies along the way. Only to be immediately caught and paraded like some kinda prisoner straight up to the emperors tower.

Theres like, shenanigans and stuff, redemptions, big monster cats, and I'm STILL undecided on if maybe the witches developed a mask system like Whisker Away to provide some relief to their curses or so they can travel outside of the lands and still retain a bit of their magic.

[bedlamgames]

Q&A #100

Yes, been a hundred of this things. Totally a meaningless milestone which is one of my oldest tags on here (assuming any are left after the purge...) still I thought I’d do something for it. 

Specifically I’ve gone back over the old Q&A’s and found some favourite questions and answers which I’ll be including in this after the usual round of outstanding ones. Possibly also with some extra commentary where appropriate. 

Anonymous said: Hey. Any pair of characters connected by an Owned relationship/reputation seems to crash the game if you use either one of them on an assignment. Any chance of this being fixed?

- That should be sorted in yesterday’s update. 

Anonymous said: Got a Forest Goblin with both Dancer and Clumsy. This seems like a very strange combination, but imagining it kind of makes me want to laugh my head off.

- Agreed I think that just works due to being amusing. Less poetry in motion and more of a limerick. 

Anonymous said: In No Haven 0.871 the trait " Elementalist: Air " does not appear when using the estimate value function.

- Cheers for pointing out that oversight. Will sort.

Anonymous said: Hi sory english isn't my native langage, In No Have 0.871 TF Edition I have aquired a slaver But with a bug first i don't know how i acquire her and two she had noting , no name no perk jus a little description i will copy the full examine optin on it : - - - - ExamineName: Race: - Sex: - Status: - Reputation: Traits: Condition: 0 Will: 0 Estimated Value: 0 has a flat chest, a regular pussy, and has an unremarkable ass. She is the same size as most goblins, and .She is . 

- That looks like an empty character in all respects. I believe there was an issue with Ritual Casting where that could happen and is now sorted. If you see it happen again please let me know what you were doing when they appeared. 

Anonymous said: Hey Bedlam, watched stream where you discussed not selling slaves debuff, thing is i always imagined slavers being in this business for fun and pleasure first, and gold second. I mean why else would they agree to live in some Skyrim style, long abandoned really, hard to get to fort in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hills and marshes(at least that how i imagine it)? So maybe you could make something like,"no new slaves, or slave training for X days, getting bored" or something like that?

- It wouldn’t be too harsh at all. Just a bit of a poke to encourage that you’re business model is based around being a slaver over the leader disappearing to the coast for a week and returning with suspiciously large amounts of gold. In that case you’ve got to think that your slavers might feel that they’re surplus to requirements :D

Anonymous said: I hope you're happy for taking so many hours of my life away from me lol. But playing this again; got a question about NH. Any plans on making some rival groups that we can interact with? Diplomacy, getting tribute, ect. It would be kinda cool to have rivals that push you along 

Glad you’re enjoying it! 

Likely yes. There’s ways currently now to set up a few ways to get tribute every so often. More groups though who are more hostile than the not-witches in the marshlands or the mistress of the Ensnared Rose are sure to be a thing sooner or later. 

doof-ex-machina said: Have you read the Gorean saga by John Nornan? If yes, did it influence your vision of the No Haven world? Gor explores a legal female-oriented slave system, yheah, but there are pretty close similarities with NH in regards to the numbers of ‘fodder’ and the ways of training. Anyway, me personally thinks your world is even better because magic and draenei/succubi boobs, duh.

I haven’t but I am aware of them in general. 

NH is a lot more equal opportunities than Gor where males doing it to females, females doing it to males, and all possible variations of that including others like futanari and sissies are likely to happen. Still high praise indeed, thanks!

And now onto some old questions starting with one from before where I realised beginning to combine these might be a good idea. 

onedrift from 2015:  Trying this again...what's your coder fuel of choice? Red bull, Monster, coffee? None of the above? Soon to be bimbofied slavemakers want to know!

- Heh, totally giving my nationality away (if it wasn’t blatantly obvious already) but the fuel of choice is copious amounts of Earl Grey tea.

Anonymous from 2015: Hiya, been a fan of your work for a long time, captions and games thanks for making them, but a question regarding whorelocks revenge, is it possible to get the tangle infection and bonds of insanity? in all my time playing them I never had either I dont think.

- Not in the current version. Basically I wasn’t happy with the implementation in terms of how they were removed so I disabled them for a bit till I can sort it out… which unfortunately has lasted quite some time.

Soon as I got this No Haven update done they’re top of my list of things to sort in Whorelocks.

(Oh zogging hell. Still not done that yet... Extenuating circumstance for sure with NH taking off and WR was still in RAGS at that point, but even so)

Anonymous from 2015: This is probably a poor place to respond to your open-ended poll question, but have you looked into Twine?

- I’ve looked at Twine and when I one day get round to Rough Landing 3 it’s definitely going to be done using it, but to me it looks like an incredibly poor fit for working on No Haven.

(Oh past me why would say such a thing even if it did make a lot of sense at the time. Let’s hope that guy was wrong)

Anonymous from Q&A #1: Title image is hype, cant wait for next update. recall you mentioned that you had enchantments planed for the update after next (or something there abouts) how far ahead have you planned ahead and any spoilers for the update after this one? :D

- Why thank you! I have several pages bullet pointed of what I have planned along with what I have in my head. For stuff not in the next update I’d say not counting more slave training assignments and options and more assignments in the other areas the big bits of content outstanding are;

Way more potions. (Still do do)

Enchantment/cursing of items system.  (Also still do do)

Crafting Devices. (Also, also still do do)

Ways to manage encampments when they get to large by sending slavers/slaves to new areas to provide ongoing gold/supplies along with the occasional assignment. (Oh dear, also, also still do do)

More stuff for you like going on every assignment, bad ends for some of them, more interactions, being enslaved and so on. Basically lots more sub and also some dom content for when you’re not managing the encampment. (Woo progress made! Bad ends for some assignments going on are indeed a thing. Still work to do as I do want to give Crossbones and Into the Depths the QAYL treatment sometime)

Special events that will occur every so often that will affect things be it for good and bad. This will include a way to get a lost slaver back though perhaps forever altered by their experiences. (Woo again this is done. Definitely could do with more done with)

Encampment reputation to reflect a slaver’s standing with how the other slaver’s see them. This will includes slavers becoming slaves and visa versa. (On a roll now as a great deal of this implemented)

More biomancy options and improving thanks to a multi-part assignment. There will also be other multi-part story based assignments. (Partially done and the biomancy multi-part assignment has been started)

And a bunch more basically but those are the priorities after this next update. Probably not all in the same update though.

Anonymous from Q&A #6: I would play the hell out of Paranoia set in No Haven.  

- Temptation to give slavers and you conflicting secret societies and agendas rising.

Y’know like…

Dire Panthers: A mottley band of young savage orcs, amazons and trolls out to raise hell by breaking stuff, setting stuff on fire and generally being a nuisance to everyone.

The Cooperative: A dedicated group of Frozen Queen cultists out to oppose the Human Empire by working together to make things better for the common people… till you know the Queen awakens and buries all the land in eternal ice.

Mage Smashers: Magic iz like wrong an’ stuff! We smash dem in dere stupid face till dey not so smart.

Fellowship-Fel: The denizens that lurk beyond our reality and infect our dreams with tainted nightmares are our friends! We must expose ourselves to as much corruption as possible to make ourselves like them. We see no flaws in this plan whatsoever, you see the chorus of whispers in our minds entirely agrees with us.

Psion: No changes need to be made whatsoever from the original version.

Trekksters: …and I think that’s enough of that, or further evidence of why I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near RAGS or indeed tumblr when I have my old sourcebooks nearby :D

(Also apologies to most of you who have no idea what that was about!) (This is still far too much of a good idea)

Anonymous from Q&A #17: 2/2 and another hilarious one: Your succubus slave Jaeil was not looking so hot right now so Virholen just held her close and told Jaeil that everything would be alright. Jaeil was oddly quiet everytime you looked in on them and you wonder if they have resigned themselves to their fate. Condition: 45 (Change: 20) - Will: 47 (Change: 15)

After their mistreatment Jaeil sees no reason not to only care for them self as clearly no one else will leaving them hardened and even outright cruel. usc++

- You win best bug report in ages, that is beautiful :D

Anonymous from Q&A #37: Will there be other spirit races in the game besides wisps, such as undynes, gnomes, and dryads? And finally Im new to patreon. I decided to pay for the your character teir but ask for a unique because I dont really understand it. Is the “play your character” a scenario or what? And where do I go to talk with you on what I would like for it?

- True story, I had to google undyines and for ages I couldn’t work out what you were referring too as so many of the results were of that character from Undertale :D

Undines themselves would be no, but I do have a water spirit of a kind planned. (Still do!) Gnomes no, as I’m happy with Hakh Dwarven and the various Goblins as my short races. Dryads absolutely yes, and will be one of the advanced races. See the last Q&A for more details of those.

Thank you for your support! Those options are for those that want to play a specific character that isn’t available in the standard options or design a specific slaver that you can have in your encampment. If you want to see some examples of ones others have asked for before on the playable character front then Orc Wright Raptor, Lago’Mae Scholar or Goblin Underground Potioneer would be a good ones to look at to start off with.

As for the unique slavers then pretty much any of the slavers available under Strong Right Arm/Recruiter.

How much detail you want to go into is up to you. If you want to say oh I just want a Kitsune lady who likes to pole-dance then I’d put something together for your approval, or you can go full on detailing everything about them from their art, description, traits etc. and I’ll work with you to the point I’m happy having it as an option in the game. (Note: If you want an entirely new race like the Golems you need to go for the lore tier given the significantly larger amount of work involved)

For discussing please send me a message on patreon and we can take it further from there.

One thing to bare in mind is that patreon only charges at the end of the month, and so while I’m more than willing to talk it out, if you want to me to do a lot of work on your request I’m going to need to see a pledge go through first. It sucks I know, but this is the unfortunate reality of the internet that alas trust can only go so for.

I’m always happy to discuss things though, I really am, and some people have asked to pay some of their pledge upfront via paypal to get round this which is not a problem if that’s what you want to do.

valhallaimmortan from Q&A #47: I managed to get a elven smith who makes fancy armor that is usually masterwork quality, and equipped my ‘Basher’ Squad with it, the Basher’s are all Ogre’s who I recruited and I have a alchemist who seriously creeps me out with how many petrification potions he has been pumping out. I also like the Lago'mae Scholar how now the Lizard man is using her as his new project… poor Scholar… and I got to ask is it actually possible to recruit a keldan from the keldan mission in the city?

- I love this question, absolutely adore it, and you made the patron who requested the lizardman unique really happy when I mentioned it to them. If people want to send in their favourite/amusing/interesting slavers/slaves that have resulted from generation and gameplay I might do a tumblr post series on them called ‘Tell me about your Character’.

As to the question yes she should be on the critical result.

Anonymous from Q&A #61: Silly question. For clothing and armor, what in your mind is the major difference between micro, and impractical? I can’t really visualize a difference between the two when reading armor/clothing descriptions. Scandalously short is divergent enough that it creates its own image for me. The other two seem as if they would be interchangeable, but they aren’t since there is a distinction so what is it?

- Yay silly questions are always the best questions. Okay micro is where you have outfits that are recognizable bits of clothing but it’s incredibly brief so a skirt that’s more a belt than actually trying to cover anything whatsoever and/or a bikini top so teeny-weeny that it doesn’t even cover all of the nipples. Completely impractical though is the kind of clothing beloved by a certain kind of fantasy art which just doesn’t make any kind of sense whatsoever where looking good trumps any pretension of realism, and the only way it could stay on is either with copious amounts of glue or magic being involved.

Anonymous from Q&A #66: Hello again! I’m the guy who asked about the post-slave [slaver] titles. I’m going to very respectfully push the idea that ex-slaves should get unique titles. First, I honestly think having the unique titles is cooler. It’s more interesting to send a Chosen, an Acolyte, and a Hedge-Witch on an assignment than it is to send three Slavers. It’s a rarity thing, sort of? If you get a character who qualifies for one of those things, it’s a BIG DEAL. Secondly, it already changes with jobs, so…

- Alright, alright, you’ve twisted my arm :)

That should now be included for the most recent update along with a couple of new titles so that all of the more rare traits (not counting crafting ones) should have one. Let me know if there’s any issues as while it was a fairly straightforward change I didn’t get a chance to test that particular bit.

Thanks for reading and here’s to another hundred of these. 

[samanthasroberts]

The Great Dying: Happiness Comes on Day Five

My family has come to Hawaii.

Hawaii, like an aging model, is still gorgeousjust sometimes in a fragile, wasted way.

My parents were here a long time ago; they came on their honeymoon, back in the Old World times. They bought a hotel-and-airfare package to Honolulu. They went scuba diving in the coral reefs and touched real rays and even one dolphin, they said.

Of course thats not an option anymore, but you can snorkel all you like in fiberglass reefs stocked with colorful farmed parrotfish and now and then a robot shark.

I love the parrotfishs bulgy, fat lips.

Lydia Millet

About

Lydia Millet is an American novelist and conservationist. Her third novel, My Happy Life, won the 2003 PEN Center USA Award for fiction, and she has been a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize as well as a Guggenheim fellow. Her newest novel for young readers, The Bodies of the Ancients, comes out in January. The Great Dying is adapted from her YA book Pills and Starships, published by Akashic.

Back then, they ate at restaurants with views of sparkling aqua-blue bays; they went to luaus and drank fancy drinks with paper umbrellas. (We still have those; some of them have my parents names printed on them, from a honeymoon party that was held for them. robert & sara, says the faded writing, hawaii, may 2068.) They took small trips to the other islands, even the one that used to be a leper colony.

These days Honolulu and most of Oahu are seawall and salty aquifers and long, long blocks of abandoned buildings.

But they wanted Hawaii anyway. They were nostalgic. So this time we came to the Big Island, where were staying in a hotel with a view of Mauna Kea. Ive seen pictures of it from way back when, white at the top and majestic. Theres never snow anymore, even at 14,000 feet, but the volcano still looms.

Its just the four of us: my mother and my father, my little brother, and me. Its the four of us here for our last week.

A week is the period the companies usually suggest, once you finalize dates. Any longer and customers can get morbid, or even, if they decide to refuse their pharma, hysterical. And then the whole thing collapses. Any shorter and theres not enough time for good-byes.

My parents arent even that old. My mother had me in her late sixties, and two years later she had Samand though theyre vigorous and healthy on a physical level, on an emotional level theyve decided theyre done.

This would be harder without the training we did at home, without the pharma regimen they have us on. Even with those tools its still intense and vibrant, and everything seems inflected with meaning. Cursed with meaning, almost. Meaning attaches itself to everyday objectstoothbrushes, swimsuits, dangly earrings. Here in the hotel suite, I look at these normal items and everything seems like it portends something.

We just got here and already were on the brink of tears at times, or at least my mother and I are. My father and Sam are trying to act stoic, though now and then I catch one of their hands or a bottom lip trembling.

Meanwhile the edges of objects glow, blur, and fade as I look at them. They all seem permeable or aliveas though the aliveness of objects is there to compensate for my parents being ready to die.

I dont think its the pharma thats doing it, either. Sam and I arent even on a full pill regimen yet. On Day Four well have the option of a powerful tranquilizing blend: Thats Good-Bye Day. They like the contract holders to have their memories intact to say good-bye, because the fifth days pharmathe last pharmacauses forgetfulness. It brings on a long-term memory loss that wipes all memories associated with trauma, so they go out happy.

Happiness comes on Day Five.

Its early afternoon. My parents and my brother have gone out for a walk, and from the balcony of our suite I can see them strolling, their light clothes flapping in the breeze off the ocean, on a trail along the high jagged bluffs.

They carry umbrellas that protect them from the sun but also hide their faces from me. They could be anyone.

The bluffs were well engineered and have been planted to look wild, in a fake way. There are scrubby bushes from the desert, South American cacti and Chinese beach roses (according to the brochure) and even, now and then, dune grasses and sand. They hide the concrete seawall beneath the artificial bluffs so that you dont have to remember where you are or whenso you can almost forget youre not in Old Hawaii. Forget, in other words, that youre living at the tiny tail end of the fire-breathing dragon of our history.

The company my parents chose is a midsize outfit that likes to boast how it hires locals. So our rep, when it came down to it, was a lady my mother had once played golf with.

My mother isnt the golf type at all, by the way. She barely knows how to play, but one time she competed in a small-golf game for charityits mostly small golf these days, unless you have huge money to throw away on travel to one of the big courses, plus water-use finesand because she had a good sense of humor, at least till recently, she was basically the comic relief, I think.

But that one day was when she first met the rep, Jean.

Jean showed up at our apartment a couple of months ago, in the hour before dinnertime when we usually hang out together and talk about our day and stuff. The four of us were drinking cocktails in the living room. Being 15, Sam doesnt drink that much yet, but my mother had offered him a junior can of wheat beer.

And there she was at the doora compact, middle-aged woman from the 10th floor, frosted hair, braided wedge heels. Id seen her in the elevator once or twice.

This is Jean, said my mother softly. Jean, these are our children, Nat and Sam.

My name is Natalie, but I go by Nat.

The woman smiled and sat down and looked at us with a gentle but still oddly businesslike expression.

Your parents thought it might be good to have me here is how she started in.

Sam looked up right away. Hed been reading off his device.

Youre service, he said flatly.

I do work with a service company, said Jean.

She didnt miss a beat and didnt seem awkward; she had a forthright attitude without being domineering.

Youre the counselor, or whatever they call them, said Sam.

Im coordinating the personal aspect of outreach, conceded Jean.

On the contract we purchased recently, put in my mother, soft-voiced. Mine and your fathers.

Sam picked up his beer and drank most of the rest of it, a flush rising on his skin.

I had been sitting at the bay window, looking out over the garden. Our apartment complex was nice, with trees and water features and little striped chipmunks, because chipmunks always poll higher than squirrels.

Anyway, I liked to drink and take in the view.

But then, without really noticing my own movement, I turned so I was facing the room, my back against the view of the trees. In the pit of my stomach was a heavy new stone. At the same time my arms and legs felt light and liquid, like the bones in them had softened.

Why didnt you tell me? was the thing I said.

Were telling you now, sweetheart, said my mother, coming to sit beside me on the ledge. She put one arm around my shoulders. Its all according to schedule. The timing is what they recommend.

They encourage the parents not to get emotive when theyre disclosing. It only makes things worse. So my mother sat there next to me, her arm on my shoulders light, keeping a kind of professional attitude. With her free hand, she shook the cubes in her glass and raised it to drink.

My father stood facing us all with his tumbler of whiskey. His face bore a kind, bemused expression, as it used to when Sam or I would cry and he had no idea how to stop it.

You can still take it back, said Sam, with a kind of hurt urgency. Please, MomDad! Take it back!

Honey, said my mother, we dont want to. Or maybe a better way to say it is that we weve lived for you two ever since the tipping point, sweetheart. Youve been whats kept us going.

The tipping point was when we couldnt do anything more to stop the planets runaway warming. There were feedback loops in the climate system, like the albedo effect and water vapor increase in the atmosphere and plankton die-off in the oceans. So even though wed stopped emitting so much carbon and methane, we couldnt stop the seas or the temperature from rising. At least for a few centuries.

Both of you are practically grown up, said my mother. And when it comes right down to it, you dont really need usnot in the day-to-day sense. You think you do, maybe. But we know deep down that you can take care of yourselves. And you will.

You cant say what were feeling, said Sam, shaking his head. Only what you are.

It helps, for peace of mind, said Jean to Sam, if you keep argumentation for later. During this encounter, this time of disclosure, weve found that what allows for peacefulness is just listening.

Fuck listening! said Sam.

He was bright redlike someone had dealt him two slaps, one on each cheek.

And really, went on Jean calmly, as though he hadnt said anything, theres no rush here. Theres plenty of time. Remember, all contracts are voidable right up until the end. So theres absolutely nothing to make you nervous.

She didnt mention what we all knew: that theres a stiff financial penalty for last-minute cancellations. She didnt need to. My parents knew a couple whod canceled just five hours before their contract was about to start, but at that point it cost like 90 percent of the full price. And they ended up buying a new contract a couple of months later. That meant less money for the survivorsa tainted legacy.

But youre doing so well, begged Sam, turning to my mother.

I felt frozen.

Youre doing really well, youve got your moods well stabilized lately, he added.

No, yeah, son, said my father. Well were not too bad off. Were not personally complaining. We feel so lucky, compared to lots of people. No question. And you knowits not any one big thing. You know? Its not a dramatic situation, theres no particular, exact catalyst here. But we feel like, for one, heywhy not quit while were still ahead? You know, leave while weve got our health. And theres still no impairment. We all saw how Mamie got after she passed 100.

Youll be all right. You have such great resilience, added my mother. Wewe think youre very strong.

Oh please, said Sam.

Try to see it from our point of view, my father said. When we were young, there were still big animals swimming all over the oceans. The rivers and the forests had all this life in them, not just the squirrels and pigeons. You could go anywhere in the worldwe drove a gas-burning car when we were young. We flew on huge airplanes. Whenever we wanted to!

My parents keep thinking, somehow, that one day well hear about how different the world used to be and for the first time well understand them.

But isnt the world always different for the kids than it was for the parents? Sure, maybe its more different now. We get it.

But this is the only world we ever knew.

For Old World people like us, you know, said my mother, weve had as much as we can take of seeing everything go away. And we dont think we can bear towhat happens if, if it keeps going how we think it will.

Of course, we hope and pray it wont, said my father staunchly, tossing back the last of his whiskey. We figure, go early, while everythingswhile theres still hope. You know.

But I knew what he wasnt saying: They couldnt stand to see our future. They couldnt stand to watch us struggle.

Its never an easy decision, put in Jean.

Not helpful, I thought.

But then, the companies put the counselors in the room partly to deflect the family members feelings. Or fears and tears, as they say.

Your mother is so tired, Sam, said my father. He was fiddling with a pile of black and green olives on a tray. The olives were stacked in a pyramid, like in a picture Id once seen of ancient cannonballs. They should have been a tipoff that this was a special occasion, so to speak, because olives arent the kind of food we get every day. We both are, if Im perfectly honest, he added.

We sat there for a while, not knowing what to say.

Eventually Jean suggested we take a walk outside, through the courtyards of the complex. Walks are popular with service companies. Low-cost momentum, I guess, and a natural mood boost.

So we prepared ourselves fresh drinks, mostly in awkward silence, and took them with us into the elevator. We gazed outside as the car descended.

The elevators in our complex are external and made of a shaded glass, so you can see the sky and then the buildings below it, and as you drop, the trees in the courtyard come up to meet you.

Down through the green canopy, down along the tree trunks. Finally we landed facing the rock gardens, the fountains and splashing waterfalls of perfectly reclaimed sewage.

What a nice evening, said my mother, and we looked up dutifully at the fading bands of red and yellow in the western sky.

One thing we do have, in the New World, is beautiful sunsets.

I think what put my parents over the edge was a trip they took a few months ago, a light-rail weekender to the place where my father grew up. It wasnt a coastal town in the strict senseit wasnt right on the beachbut it was on a river delta, maybe 20 miles from where the true coast used to be. When the first storm surges came that couldnt be stopped by seawalls, the town got an influx of coastal refugees. Wave after wave followed, though most of the people didnt stay. Back then they were migrating to places like Ogallala, with fertile land or thick forests. If you look at an old map animation, you can see the masses moving away from the coasts, inward and upward from New York and Florida, from Southern California and the dying cities of the desertLas Vegas and Phoenix, say. The animations look like storms or vast, sky-darkening flocks of birds.

Sometimes, at home, I take a mild mood softener, sit at my screen, and gaze at the animations dreamily. You can customize them to show whatever details you wantthe continent shrinking as the oceans rise plus the massive migrations. I also like to watch the building of the seawalls. You see the swamping of Cape Cod, the swallowing up of the Florida Keys. Islands all over the oceans contract to the size of pinheads, then vanish. You can zoom way out and watch the planet rotate, see the surges of ocean that followed the melting of the ice.

Theres something lovely about it, lovely like Eno or Mozart, thoughespecially without pharmait can be sad.

Anyway, my fathers hometown had been leveled by the waves of refugee camps. Nothing was left of the houses and gardens of his leafy street, the school he walked to holding his younger brothers hand, the swing sets and climbing gyms at the park where he played. All that was gonethe whole town had turned to tent cities and landfills and fields of composting toilets.

My dads baby brother died a while back, a do-it-yourself deal. He hated the service companies. So other than us, my dad has no family left.

For a while after that weekend trip, he and my mother were so quiet that sometimes we forgot they were there.

Before we left for Hawaii, my parents helped Sam and me move to a group facility for survivors who arent old enough to live alone. The two of us will go back there after the trip, to live for a few months till I turn 18.

Then, the morning we left, Sam and I picked them up to catch the boat that brought us here. That was the worst. The apartment where we had lived was bare. Their luggage stood in a neat row against the wall, small cases packed with only bedrolls, some toiletries, and a few clothes. It was a shock to see the sterile whiteness of what used to be home.

Well, said my mother, turning back to cast a glance at the empty living room as we were filing out the front door, good-bye, everything.

Sams coming up the path again toward the hotel building, so close hes almost beneath meI see the circle of his shiny white umbrella. My parents arent with him. I squint: I can still see the two of them, out at the edge of the cliff.

The oceans turning anoxic, scientists say. Its what happened 250 million years ago in the Great Dying, otherwise known as the P-T extinction eventthe biggest mass die-off in Earths history. And now its happening again. The seawaters turned more acid from the carbon its storing, so the ocean food chain has mostly collapsed. Big burps of methane are bubbling out of the water along the continental shelves.

Where there used to be corals and whales and sea lions and seahorses, now theres mostly bacteria and archaea and viruses. The odd school of mutated jellyfish. Plus the garbage vortex and the chemical streams.

But still, Mom and Dad stand at the edge of the bluff, their arms around each others waists, and look out over the faraway waves like anything could be therelike those waves might still be the glittering roof of a marvelous underwater country.

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Q&A #99

Settle down with some relaxing tunes and your beverage of choice as we’re going to be here for awhile. 

Today we have the inspiration for Nethemirs, a system of mounts, the mysterious double edged sword of the fel tainting of ogres, WR chests, and a bunch more.

Anonymous said: Wasn't sure where to put an issue with No Haven - Futa's can't perform lesbian training. They are selectable for the assignment, but you then get the message 'You have selected an invalid target for this assignment.' This has been a recurring problem for several releases that I am aware of. I hope that feedback helps.

- That’s currently working as intended as well the idea is that the futa’s are all about their cocks. Saying that I have been thinking about changing how futa’s work to add some more options so that what exactly they have (outside of patron requested descriptions like the Keldan’s) is more specified. Which would be a good time to change that. 

crbdanger said: I know you can play as a lizardman by having one take over your camp, but is it possible to do this with Itzpa'ux? I've been trying to get him to overthrow me for 4 hours and it will always be someone else in the camp.

Anonymous said: Will Itzpa'ux Frozenclutch ever take over an encampment? His text suggests he'd be downright eager to do so, but I've never been able to get him to attempt it.

- Uniques won’t ever try to take over. Those with ambition like Itzpa’ux and Lacey prefer being the power behind the throne rather than working out in the open. 

Anonymous said: What served as an inspiration for you to introduce the race of Nethemir? For some races like draenei and their sub-species it is clear as day, for others it is harder but still possible to discern a source (I see where night goblins are coming from! :D ) But the nethemir(s?) are still a mistery to me. P.S. Do you consider a possibility of adding minotaurs or other, more 'classical' beastmen?

- Nethemir were originally due to wanting to have a male and female demonic race due to people being unhappy due to having succubi and not having incubi who at that time I wasn’t too interested in adding. Changed my mind on that front and now have something a lot more special in mind for them.

Leaving the out of game reasons aside they’re a mix of the idea of having a lowest rung of the demonic realms and a few others to give them some more flavour. 

Minotaurs are already a thing in WR and will be one of the one off advanced races in NH. As for ‘classical’ beastmen I’m happy having the horned ones filling that role. 

Anonymous said: Changed a human slave trough biomancy to be suitable for The Gift, but when i select again slaver training it says: this slave is unsuitable for the gift. I am sure i respected every requirement. Is this a bug?

- There’s some hidden requirements so no it’s not a bug. It also checks their current height and their breast size which can’t be too small or too big for two. 

Anonymous said: Dont know if this bug has been reported or not but when I try and disable the favored/unfavored race bonuses in options it does not and instead removes Dominant from my leader. Also speaking of Bonuses is Ogre supposed to have both a bonus and a penalty for fel tainted? Will it cancel each other out or is one weighted more than the other?

rafaelivri said: Noticed Ogres have Fel Tainted as both favoured and unfavoured trait. Need answers.

-Cheers for the spot. I think that might have been what I was thinking at the time, but now yeah it’s probably an oversight. Will change the unfavoured one to Sneaky. 

Anonymous said: NH: Would it be possible to have a mount system for the full customization? As I see it the mount is generated when you open the game or from the export file. This causes me to restart the game quite a bit to get the mount I want, also it could be seen as a kind of advanced attribute that also counts as 'Fleet' and/or 'Flying' depending on the mount. Also, good work on building NH I quite enjoy the game.

- Thank you! It’s been asked about before and is something I’ve considered for full custom as a way to get some other minor bonuses. It’s on the drawing board on my ‘feasible suggestions, but no real rush to add’ list.

Anonymous said: NH: Once you can use hypnotism to remove/add traits, would it be possible to add the 'reserved' and 'honorable' traits? It would make quite a bit of sense to hypnotise your slavers to be better at guard duty so you don't need to go and find slavers that are made for it. Also, it might just be an idea of mine, but could you expand upon the mantras for slavers so that they would be more inclined to a certain behaviour like 'finding guarding a pleasant? job', 'sense of servitude to you' or other

- When I add hypnotising slavers I’m sure having different ways to make them more likely to do what you say would definitely a thing.

Anonymous said: How many different ways are there to get the 'owned' reputation on slavers, and can it happen to the main character? Also, any ideas on expanding the crit for advanced dominance training? It seems like that would be a good way to start some debautchery

Anonymous said: So I've been trying to trigger a puppet leader for a while, but had no luck - just wondering if it was possible or not. I know certain leaders can acquire a second in command who starts with control of them but I've been looking todo it with a non-recruited character.

- Off the top of my head there’s the lamia on the coast and the succubus in the mountains. There’s also some that come in a pair like the draki in the city, and findable drow unique who can find a specific owned slave of her own. If that slave gets made a slaver they will continue the owned relationship.

Sure will add it to my notes to see if I can flesh that one out more.

For now the puppet leader status is the equivalent of you being owned. It’s currently just available at start, but I’d like to add more ways to get it like for example as a different outcome to you losing the leadership challenge.

Anonymous said: Is there a way to check the status of a slaves hypnotic mantras without ending the day and going through the menu during night activity? Also, and I haven't rechecked to make absolutely sure so I could be wrong, but seems to me it happened twice to me: You lose the ability to control your camp due to having planned them during the night if you then change your nightly activity to planting triggers.

Good shout, those really should be listed on the examine. Will also check that out.

doof-ex-machina said: Thanks for the previous answer about lore! When I was re-reading some of the racial descriptions I found I have forgotten some notions about races currently not presented in the game, like ratfolk and changelings. So, just curious: do you have any plans on adding them in future?  

- Yes absolutely. Though as I do want any race to be unique to NH they will need to wait for a commission. Last year I did a special double month where all the options were purely new races which included the ratfolk as one of them. The True-Angel won last time, and I’d like to do one of those again something this year. Saying that I do want to make sure that all the existing races have some kind of commission representation first which is why I haven’t done one of those yet.

Anonymous said: Hi, love the game. I think I've found two lategame bugs. 1: Winning the game by getting enough gold while your PC is away on an assignment removes "General orders" and "Change nightly activity" as options for the character. 2: Having too many clothes or armors and getting an additional item through crafting freezes the game.

- Glad you’re enjoying it! Cheers for the spots and will check them out.

nh-maikochan said: So this is probably well beyond the scope of RAGS, but just thought how cool it would be to export your slavers (or slaves) to file. They could then be imported into a new game through using something like Recruiter or Strong Right Hand, obviously with some limitations so you don't just have a camp full of clones. It would also allow people to share slavers with other people by uploading them.

- Crazily it’d actually be more easier to do in RAGS as I’d know how to go about it :D

I’m sure it’s also possible otherwise but it would be something I’d need to work out how to do exactly. It is something I’d like to do so you have a way to ‘save’ a slaver or more and then make a new encampment with them as like a new game plus. 

Anonymous said: I find part of the fun of whorelocks s finding new items any chance for an increased chest spawn rate? f your worried about balance just make cursed items more likely as well

- Wow, nice to know some people are still checking WR out :) I really should at the very least finish it to the point of the RAGS version sometime. Combination due to some of the reception the conversion got, getting NH updates out, and starting the NH conversion.  

Sure I’ll likely bump it up a bit when I come back to the game.

Anonymous said: On your game pages you list the version number followed by incomplete. I understand this is intended to mean the game is incomplete, but the number being below 1.0 already implies that, and I've found the added incomplete to instead imply the version is incomplete at first glance. there have been occurrences of me hopping on here and not downloading cause I figure the proper version isn't out yet. Consider removing the incomplete and letting the number tell us that, or using "game incomplete"

- On thinking about it you’re totally right. Updated both the NH and WR tumblr pages. 

Anonymous said: How do you set up a circle for self-biomancy?

- Self biomancy is one of the planned rewards for the biomancy assignment chain. Currently there’s just the first assignment of it in the game with a related reward, but there’s going to be several more before the conclusion. 

And to finish off some assorted bug reports:

Anonymous said: I've found a consistent issue when trying to import an exported character trait combination, where a character that has 2 unique slavers, via Recruiter and Strong Right Arm, instead gets neither. (In case the exact mix is important, futa Succubus Lamia with Hypnotic - Biomancer - Beautiful - Massive Breasts - Immense Cock - Harmony - Recruiter (Evangelina Harrington) - Strong Right Arm (Namaah the Meticulous) - Best of Both.) It does work if I continue on after export, but not if I import after.

Anonymous said: Bug: export on NH doesn't keep the data for the advanced positive traits 'Recruited' and 'Strong Right Arm'. When you load the export the settings of those 2 traits are lost somewhere. Don't know if they aren't included in the export itself or if they are loaded incorrectly.

nh-maikochan said: Playing on 0.863 and had an old bug crop up, relating again to Bimboborn slaves not being properly sold. This time it was a slave from a Male Perfidy assignment. Had a success on that assignment, and then critically bimbo trained the slave before handing them over, got a crit on the hand-over, got paid, and kept the slave.

Anonymous said: For M:Biomancy crits on feminization rather than doing two cock size reductions it instead does none, however it still adds feminine trait and description fluff as normal.

minimen456 said: I'd like to report a bug. A slaver completed Listening to Whispers mission with critical success, 3 Trading assignments were found. But only the first one appeared on Pick an assignment window

Anonymous said: New Perk Chosen: Dark Pact (Strength +0, Agility +0, Constitution +1, Intelligence +3) The corruption flows through your body easily dominating your every thought, warping your desires and even twisting your very memories to bring your degradation to exquisite levels. Error: : bad conditional expression in clause: Elf is not defined Error: : bad conditional expression in clause: Elf is not defined (part 1)

Your back arches in delight as your whole build shifts to better accommodate the weight of the newly perfected circular globes that stand proud and so obviously so upon your chest. They seem to defy gravity in their glory and your nipples are so erect that they ache with need to be pinched and played with. (You gain the Unnatural Assets perk) (part 2) Whorelocks on Twine

New Perk Chosen: Dark Pact (Strength +2, Agility +3, Constitution +2, Intelligence +0) Error: : bad conditional expression in clause: Elf is not defined Error: : bad conditional expression in clause: Elf is not defined The corruption flows through your body easily dominating your every thought, warping your desires and even twisting your very memories to bring your degradation to exquisite levels. (part 3) seems to happen whenever i take dark pact now

 - Thank you all for the spots, and will check them out.