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Vyxaria probably because she is the one who would love social media the most and she is problematic according to modern views & women are most easily cancelled by the internet

Alexander most definitely will be getting dragged every single day, most disliked and will be deserved

Mehmed will be getting abuser & r-word allegations so he definitely won't be well liked in general but he will have a strong cult behind him and people will baby him

Amen if he actually posted or gave a shit but he doesn't seem like the social media person

Xander - I'm not really sure.... can't imagine him on social media

Eva - cancelled where? She will be the most loved princess even if she's coupled up with a problematic man, people will give her several passes for that plus she's funny and witty so she will get along with social media just fine

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“Love sought is good, but given unsought is better”

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TTS only having 2 episodes next update..... WHYYYY 😭

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I'm sorry but what is going on in shakespeare's code?? like what exactly is the plot? what is the mc's exact purpose? who tf is romeo? who are these random male characters that keep popping up like what is happening???

I really only play it because mc, regina and Edward/Edmund??? (Girl idk, i'm talking about the man that was introduced with the priest) are hot and I'm hoping to have hot sex with regina and (Edmund or Edward)

Even the explanation of that creepy shadowy thingy chasing mc in the forest suddenly becoming good and was never meant to harm her didn't make any sense

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She’s so me

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garden of eden and time catcher still going on is insane!

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HE'S SO FUNNY 🤣🤣

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Bitch I am ready to slap everyone involved

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SASHA MUST HAVE LOST HER ABSOLUTE MIND, how many MORE MALE LIs can she possibly introduce into this story and no other than Cain's fucking BROTHER at that, this is absolutely disgusting and pissing me off. I hope we truly do have a chance to not do that

But the fact that she would even entertain that idea in the plot just made me disdain her as a writer, get the fuck out of my face with this telenovela bullshit

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AHHHJJJJJ

SHA’ARNEZ NATION ARE WE FUCKING ALIVE?!??

I JUST SCREAMED SO LOUD I WOKE EVERYONE IN MY HOUSE UP

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Oh my god, did I respond to you? So sorry I actually agreed with you when I saw your quote....I didn't mean to respond to you, it was a mistake 💕

Confession:

Tiss from TTS doesn't feel like someone, who was always a part of high society because of her rudeness, especially on Falcon path. Girl, you're trapped in a hostile country with a threat of being executed at any moment, can you please tone down your rudeness and jokes? She acts like Lou in the beginning of Psi sometimes

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Tiss actually restrains herself a lot, are we reading the same book?

Only time when she allows herself to even be a little rude is people lesser or in the same status as her and that is when she is REALLY pissed like with lord nantal and that guy who was shit talking her and she challenged to a duel instead of being rude

Confession:

Tiss from TTS doesn't feel like someone, who was always a part of high society because of her rudeness, especially on Falcon path. Girl, you're trapped in a hostile country with a threat of being executed at any moment, can you please tone down your rudeness and jokes? She acts like Lou in the beginning of Psi sometimes

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I don't think we talk enough about how good the cutscene quality in tts is because I'm in love

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Shakespeare's code is so confusing, I'm tired of pretending to know what is going on.....the story is nice though, a good story that i read when I don't feel like using my brain cells

Like what is that Romeo/Edward/her ex plotline??? I'm so confused rn

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raindrops - Cain x Lane

tagging: @rc-catalog

synopsis: maybe a meeting in the rain has it's upsides

tw: allusions to sex, rated T

wc: 1.2k

An outdoor meeting of the squad would have been fine in any other circumstance. But standing under the ledge and looking out at the rain so heavy she can barely see a foot in front of her, Lane regrets ever putting on the metal dog tag.

She also regrets not keeping the umbrella Yan had given her. Letting a quiet sigh escape her lips, she glances down at herself with regret. So much for the eyeliner and nice way she’d done her hair.

Of course, the only reason she cared was because he hadn’t seen it yet.

Cain is probably already at the meeting, most definitely waiting for her. He had left for patrol early in the morning. She has a faint memory of his lips pressing against her forehead in her haze of sleep but it could have been a figment of her imagination. Seeing him is part of the reason she had hurried out of her room once the crackle of her transponder had quieted. In her excitement, she hadn’t checked the window.

She’s about to take a step into the rain when cold fingers gently clasp her wrist. The feeling is familiar, and she already knows who she’ll see when she turns around.

“You’re late.” Is all Cain says, a knowing smile on his face.

“Technically we’re both late.” Lane notes and he shakes his head.

“I was sent to come find you. The bet is you were getting ready.” He casts an interested gaze over her face, her hair, and her body before locking eyes with her again.

“Noah owes Lester his rations tonight.” She can’t help but smile.

“They’re wrong. I just don’t want to get wet.” She gestures to the still torrential rain. Cain is already soaked but the feeling never seemed to bother him. Perhaps it was his ability to self heat. His hair is wet and pushed back, similar to the time on the platform. Water drips off of his coat and she can’t help but feel bad. He had probably been getting soaked since he left for patrol. He shakes his wings off, water flying off them and making her frown as tiny droplets fly at her.

When they’re thoroughly dry, the one closest to her raises into a ninety degree angle above her, a wall of soft white feathers. Cain’s hand slips to her waist. He gently pulls her closer and she finally realizes what he’s doing.

It’s a makeshift umbrella.

The gesture tugs at her heartstrings a bit. When she looks up at Cain’s expression, he’s smiling warmly at her.

“Now you’ll stay dry. Come on.” He leads her to the meeting spot, where the rest of the squad is.

There’s only one umbrella, clutched in the Generals hands. It’s pathetically small, barely enough to cover him and Anna. Both of them are still soaked underneath as if the item made a recent appearance.

Everyone else is absolutely drenched.

Lane suppresses her smile as they walk over. Aside from a stray drop or two on her clothes, Cain’s large wing does a tremendous job of protecting her. It’s not unlike the time he had walked (dragged) her and Anna through the snow in Rotkov.

But this time, the gesture means something very different.

When they finally reach the squad, each member shoots Lane a jealous look. It makes her slightly nervous but Cain’s grip on her waist is oddly comforting. When she glances at his face, she notices his raised eyebrow, as if daring anyone to comment on their position.

“Now we can start.” Despite the water dripping off of him, Dmitry is still the picture of a general as he discusses the squads next move at the base, now that he knows Donovan is no longer as trustworthy as before.

She has ears everywhere, which is the reason for this outdoor meeting.

As much as the squad understands it, the shivers makes it clear this has not been Dmitry’s brightest idea.

He drones on for a while. Lane tunes most of it out. She knows her purpose, her task. There’s really not much need for her to be here. But with Cain’s hand pressed against her waist, she doesn’t have any complaints.

When Cain’s body jolts, she glances up. His face flashes with irritation but she realizes quickly it’s not directed at her. Peaking past him, she understands why.

Lester stands on the other side of him, attempting to raise his other wing to cover himself from the rain. The immortal remains unamused. He keeps his wing firmly pressed down and his free hand swats at Lester.

The soldier casts a pleading look at her, as if she will convince Cain to save him from the rain. She merely shrugs in response. Lester is well aware that she and the immortal have long since passed the line of friendship. The special treatment had been apparent for a while.

The whole squad knew of it. But they didn’t talk about it. Probably cause there wasn’t much to talk about. In the middle of the apocalypse, who slept with who was the least of their concerns.

Lester gives up his attempt to cover himself, pulling away from the two. A quiet huff of laughter escapes Lane and she can tell Cain is equally amused.

“That wasn’t very angelic of you.” She mutters under her breath, knowing he’ll hear. He looks at her with a small smirk, his eyes that familiar shade of red.

“I’m not that kind of angel.” His wing shifts slightly to block another gust of rain, and he tugs her closer. His hand slips from her waist to her hip. As Dmitry continues his talk, Cain’s thumb slips under the edge of her shirt. He gently strokes her bare skin and she has to will away the images of the night they spent together.

He was totally doing it on purpose.

Finally, Dmitry relents, and the squad scatters to take cover from the rain. Soon enough, it’s just the two of them.

“I should get back to translating.” She turns to look at him. He shifts his body to face her and his other wing moves up to keep her fully covered. Rain still slips in from the part of his head he can’t cover and she frowns. When she reaches up to brush a droplet off his cheek, he dips his head down to lean into her touch.

“You look nice today. I would hate to see it ruined.” She’s about to remark that a good way to avoid that would be to get out of the rain but then his lips are on hers.

It’s a gentle kiss at first. Not unlike the one they had in the showers. He’s slightly hesitant, as if waiting for her to pull away. But she melts into it quickly, hands reaching up to thread through the dripping blond strands.

They only pull away when their lungs begin to burn. Cain’s fingers brush against her jaw, longing in his grey-blue eyes.

“Let’s go to my room. You can help me translate.” She offers. He recalls the last time she has asked that, eyes flashing red.

“Of course.”

When they finally reach the porch and his wings return to their position at his back, there isn’t a single raindrop on her.

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Anna and Lane

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So his dad is the american one ?