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[nagaficat]

What Could Possibly Go Wrong :D

@viridescent-lance @sacretic @goldoandragonprince

"We simply must speak with them," Deirdre decides quite confidently. The Aukes have returned, they look like the missing Knights of Seiros, and they wish for peace. She sees no reason at all to question their motives. Yes, she was kidnapped and killed by them but she got better! Everyone deserves a second chance and the benefit of the doubt.

She thinks about how she plans on approaching her son after this dream ends. He took her life too and she still holds hope that their meeting will end well. Why would this be any different.

"These are our knights. Our friends. They deserve our kindness and goodwill." Deirdre stands tall with determination and clenches her fists. She believes in them and she believes in the goodness that exists in every person's heart. "I will go to them and accept their terms of peace. I assume the rest of you are in agreement?"

[nanaslutt]

Househusband pleasure dom Nananmi :3

contains: fem reader, daddy kink, oral (f!r), fingering, squirting, rough, hair pulling, praise, dirty talk, masturbation(m)

MDNI

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Househusband!Nanami loves doing the dishes for the both of you after you finish eating the extravagant dinner he made the two of you. He especially loves it when you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, freely groping his chest and abs under his shirt as he scrubs a plate with a sponge. "Mmmm," You hummed against his back, closing your eyes are you relished in the feeling of his rock-solid body. "You okay honey?" He asked in his saccharine-sweet tone, his deep voice seeping into your ears and sending chills down your spine with just a few simple words.

"Yeah.. jus wanna go lay down with you." You confessed, rubbing your cheek against his neck. "I'm almost done with the dishes my love, why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll meet you there?" He replied, smiling at your neediness. "Who said anything about going to sleep?" You retorted, poking your head out on the side of his body to look at his face, a mischievous smile gracing your features, his dark eyes locking onto yours when your pretty face came into view.

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"Mmm.. such a pretty clit, look at how she's throbbing for me." Your husband cooed. He had you laid out on your back, a stack of pillows under your head to make sure you were as comfortable as possible while Nanami spoiled your cunt. "Nanami.." You blushed, embarrassed at the way he was talking to your pussy like it was a person. He looked back up at you under his lashes, his eyes clouded with lust.

"Don't be shy baby, I see your little hole crying for me, it's okay to like this." He comforted, spreading your folds apart with his fingers so he could get a better view of his second meal. He licked his lips watching your swollen little clit twitch under his gaze before he dragged his eyes back up to yours. "You gonna let daddy take care of you?" He asked the nickname he called himself immediately setting your face on fire.

You nodded while he dropped his head down to your clit, shutting his eyes while he pressed a soft kiss to your clit, making your legs jolt around his shoulders, "Say it, sweet thing." Nanami asked. He needed you to tell him you needed it, needed you to call him that embarrassing nickname he loved so much before he tasted you properly. "Yes.. please daddy." You responded, pulling your lip between your teeth as you felt your face heat up.

"Good girl." Nanami cooed, snaking his hand between your thighs he softly rubbed your clit with his middle finger, watching intently how your cunt reacted. "So fucking cute, barely even touchin' her and she's drooling all over," Nanami whispered, moving his hand away once more to wrap around your thigh again. He hoised you towards him, scooting you down on the bed a couple inches so he had better access to you.

"Kento.. need you." You whined, threading your fingers through his soft hair, pushing his bangs out of his face in the process. He scrunched his eyes together, tilting his head against your thigh as he kept his eyes glued to yours. You knew what you did wrong. "D-daddy, I need you, please touch me." You corrected. A proud smile appeared on his face before you felt a soft kiss be pressed into the skin of your thigh, making goosebumps spread across the skin.

Nanami finally leaned in, kissing your clit sweetly once more while keeping his hooded eyes on yours before he took your clit into his mouth, letting his eyes fall shut. "F-fuuck-" You whined breathlessly, tipping your head back into the soft pillows. "Mmmm.." Nanami hummed against your clit at your reactions. He sucked the little bud between his lips, his tongue meeting your clit between them he poked it and flicked at it with the soft appendage and sending delicious stimulation through your body.

Nanami shook his head back and forth against your wetness, he knew how much you loved when he did that. Your hand dug into his hair, gripping the strands as he ate you out with fervor, his eyebrows scrunching together as he focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. "Oh my god Na- Daddy fuck- R-right there~" You whined, your chin dropping to your chest so you could watch him work.

The sight immediately sent butterflies fluttering to your stomach. You were so lucky to have such a handsome man as your husband, especially one as handsome as Nanami. His sharp nose rested right above your clit, occasionally touching your folds when he shook his head side to side messily. He pulled his mouth back, the bottom half of his face coated in your wetness as he slid one of his hands under you and started teasing your entrance with a thick finger.

"You want me inside you?" He asked, teasing his finger against your little hole, just barely pressing against it, making your entire body feel like it had been set on fire. Nanami had such a filthy mouth it drove you crazy. "Please daddy please, wanna feel you inside me." You begged, nodding at him, your face plastered with your arousal.

"Keep your eyes on me, don't look away. Wanna watch your face when I put my fingers inside you." He instructed, making you nod hastily at his instruction. He looked down briefly to watch his finger rub along the length of your cunt, the tip of his finger teasing your clit before he dragged it back downwards and caught it on your tight hole, slowly pressing his finger inside you.

He licked his lips, his jaw falling open in a small o as he watched your cunt swallow up his finger easily, getting about halfway in before he looked back up to you. Your expression was the same as his, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, jaw slack, breathing paused as you took in the feeling of his finger inside you. "Ohhh-mygod~" You wined, fighting the urge to snap your thighs shut around his head.

"Feel good?" He asked, slowly pulling his finger out to the tip before he screwed it back inside you, watching your face intently. You did as he told you, keeping your eyes on his, no matter how bad they wanted to roll back in your head. "Yes-yes fuck-" You wined. "You want more? Want me to fuck you harder? Hmm?" He asked teasingly, starting to curl his finger when he pressed it to the hilt inside you.

Your clit was throbbing with the need to feel his lips wrapped around it again. You nodded, moaning wantonly when he immediately sped up the pace of his finger, fucking you with the single digit roughly, your face screwing itself in pleasure as you looked away. Normally he would've chastized you for not listening to his instruction, but he just wanted to spoil you today.

He hit a sensitive spot inside you, zeroing in on it when he realized it was making you feel extra good, your ankles crossing over his back when he hit it. "This spot feel good? Right here?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he roughly fucked his finger into your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Fuck- yes- right there oh my god-" He was spoiling the hell out of you, and you were eating it up.

He groaned, watching your body jerk and shake at his ministrations. Pulling his finger out to the entrance of your pussy he pressed a second finger in, pressing in faster this time, giving you little time to adjust as he roughly started fingerfucking you. "Oh she's so wet, you hear how loud your pussy is sweetheart? She want my tongue too?" He asked, already knowing your answer.

"L-let me feel your tongue daddy" You begged, your eyes finding his once more as you watched him drop his head down between your legs, sucking your clit back into his warm mouth. Nanami was so hard in his pants, he had steadily been rocking his hips into the bed from the moment he pressed his finger into you, unable to excape his imagination picturing it was his cock inside you instead of his fingers.

Your cunt was dripping around his fingers, your arousal pooling on his hand and down the insides of your thighs, making a mess on the bed. His tongue only made things worse too, he could constantly feel gushes of arousal leaving you from his ministrations. He noticed you had started to squirm around on the sheets more frequently, almost like you were trying to excape his tongue.

"You wanted this right honey? Why are you trying to get away?" He mumbled agaisnt your cunt, his dark eyes watching yours as you thrashed on the bed. "I- I-its so much D-daddy-" You whined between moans. Something was coiling itself deep inside your gut, something more intense than your usual orgasms. Nanami had made you squirt before, but only once, on your honeymoon, you had forgotten what it felt like so your body was trying to excape the unfamiliar feeling now.

"Talk to me." He mumbled, the vibrations from his voice sending delicious stimulation through your cunt, making your eyes cross and roll back in your head. "I- I think I'm gonna squirt-" You rushed between heaves, trying to keep your watery eyes on Nanami to ground yourself from the intense stimulation. You swore he picked up the pace of his fingers against your g-spot when you said that, a long groan spilling from the man between your thighs at your confession.

"Do it." He mumbled into your cunt, trying not to pull away for long so as to not ruin your building orgasm. "I cant fu-ck I cant It feels so-" You were cut off by Nanami's tangling his finger with yours that gripped into the bed sheets. He wanted to tell you it was okay, he was right there just let go, but this would have to do for now. "Okay- o-okay," You stuttered, nodding down at him.

He kept his eyes on you, his insatiable tongue licking at your clit and occasionally dropping down to taste some of your juices that leaked around his fingers. "Daddy I'm cumming-" You cried, digging your nails into his hair and the skin of his hand alike. Nanami groaned feeling you tug at his hair, the sting of your sharp nails sending chills down his spine, his hips humping into the bed harder at the additional feeling.

He was humming into your cunt, encouraging you when you tipped over the edge. Quickly abandoning the hold he had on your hand he pulled his mouth away from your pussy when he felt you start to squirt around him, using his fingers he quickly rubbed back and forth along your clit, side to side, making your cum squirt all over the sheets, some getting on his chest. "Oh good girl, good fucking girl, squirt all over daddy~" He cooed, watching your seemingly neverending orgasm wrack through your body.

He wishes so bad you were cumming around his cock, you squirting was a rare treat after all, it had nothing to do with Nanami's technique really, after all, he was amazing in bed, it was just how your body worked. "Let it out, I got you, doing so well for me." He continued praising, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt as dramatic squelches echoed around the room from how much you were leaking around him.

When your body relaxed against the sheets once more, it signaled to Nanami he needed to stop his ministrations so as to not overstimulate you. He slowly pulled out his fingers, watching how your cunt twitched in the after-shocks as you breathed heavily atop the bed, your arm placed over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Nanami couldn't take it anymore, his cock was throbbing with the need for his release, and the confines of his pants were far too tight and uncomfortable for his linking. He rubbed his hand along your thigh, petting the skin there as he rapidly unzipped his pants, sliding them down just enough to pull his neglected cock out.

"Sorry honey, "I-I'll take care of you in one second I just.. have to cum." Nanami said through heavy pants. Your husband used the hand he had fingered you with; still coated in your juices; to wrap around his cock and start rapidly jerking his cock between your legs, dragging his eyes all over your body as he used the beautiful sight in front of him to get off.

You slid your arm off of your face at his unexpected confession, you thought he was going to fuck you or ask you to suck him off, something at least. The last thing you were expecting to see was His hand rapidly stroking himself, pre leaking from his tip as he stared down at your messy pussy, his mouth agape and eyes scrunched together in pleasure as he got off. "Baby, you could use me," You let him know, wrapping your legs around his thighs and squeezing to emphasize your words.

"D-don't wanna hurt you, you just came so hard.." He groaned, tipping his head back, "This w-wont take long." Nanami was always so thoughtful, but you really wouldn't have minded helping him, after all like he said he did just make you cum an inch from seeing the pearly gates. His eyes were screwed shut as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, using your sweet flavor to push him to the edge.

The sight of your husband jerking off from how aroused he got eating you out sent butterflies fluttering around inside you. "Fuck- fuckkk-" he groaned as the first warm spurts of his cum shot out and landed on your cunt, some of the long ropes hitting the bed sheets below you, and decorating your tummy. You watched with an expression similar to his as his body jerked and shook with his high, pleasures moans falling from his lips as he rode out his orgasm.

His head tipped down when he started to come down, his eyes taking in the mess he just made on your already ruined cunt. He took his softening dick by the base and pressed it against your folds, smearing his cum around your pussy, creating lewd wet sounds to echo into your ears. "So pretty." He whispered under his breath, pressing the head of his dick to your clit, making them kiss.

You giggled at his infatuation with your cunt, your hand coming up to pet the side of his face, snapping him out of his trance. "Let's get cleaned up." You suggested, watching him smile and nod before he leaned down to kiss your lips, mumbling against them how much he loved you.

[its-avalon-08]

you create life (cs55)

✦ pairing - carlos sainz x female!reader

✦ genre - pregnancy, fluff, tears, comfort

Carlos and Y/N were a tapestry woven with threads of adoration and companionship. Their love story, a five-year-long symphony of shared laughter, silent understanding, and unwavering support, was the envy of many. They were the epitome of a modern power couple, their careers soaring like eagles, their hearts intertwined like ivy.

Y/N, a brilliant strategist with a sharp mind and an even sharper wit, complemented Carlos's fiery passion and relentless drive. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Neither had explicitly broached the topic of children, their focus predominantly on their individual and shared ambitions. Yet, their love was deep-rooted, a fertile ground where dreams sprouted and flourished.

It was a sweltering afternoon at the paddock, the cacophony of engines and pit crews a constant hum in the background. Carlos, drenched in adrenaline and focus, was in the zone. But the world outside the cockpit crashed into his reality when his phone vibrated. It was Y/N. Her voice, usually a melodious chime, was now a broken symphony of sobs.

Panic surged through him. He excused himself, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities. "Love, what's wrong? Talk to me," he urged, his voice laced with concern. But she could only cry, her words lost in the tempest of her emotions.

With a heavy heart, Carlos made a decision. The race, the championship, everything faded into insignificance. He needed to be with her. In that moment, the roaring engines, the cheering crowds, the hunger for victory – all of it paled in comparison to the woman he loved.

He rushed out of the paddock, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. The drive to their home was a blur, a desperate journey to reach the source of her distress. As he pulled into the driveway, his hands trembled. He took a deep breath, his mind preparing for the unknown.

The house was quiet, an eerie stillness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil he imagined inside. He found her in their bedroom, curled up on the bed, her body shaking with sobs. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief and intelligence, were now red and swollen.

Carlos's heart shattered into a million pieces. He knelt beside the bed, taking her hand in his. "Love, look at me," he whispered, his voice gentle. She turned her face towards him, her expression a raw, vulnerable mask of pain.

"Tell me what's wrong," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N’s voice was a broken whisper, lost in a labyrinth of apologies. "I’m so sorry, Carlos. I’m so sorry," she repeated, her body trembling uncontrollably. Each word was a dagger to his heart, yet he couldn't decipher the reason for her distress. Panic began to gnaw at him. "Love, please, tell me what’s wrong," he urged, his voice laced with desperation.

Then, she held up the pregnancy test, the stark white lines a silent accusation against the tranquility of their world. Time seemed to freeze, the only sound the erratic thumping of Carlos's heart. Y/N’s eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and hope, searched his face for a reaction.

A heavy silence descended upon the room, a vacuum of emotions. Carlos's mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications of this tiny, plastic device. His world was turned upside down, yet there was an undercurrent of something else, something profound and beautiful.

Y/N's voice broke the stillness, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Carlos, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I know, I know, we haven’t talked about kids or anything, and our careers are going so well. I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do. I was so careful, I don’t understand how this could happen.

I know we were supposed to focus on our careers, to build our lives together, and now this… I feel like I’ve ruined everything. I know you’re strong, and you’ll figure everything out, but I’m so scared. I don't want to let you down. I don’t want to be a disappointment.

I know you’re going to be an amazing father, the best father, but I’m terrified. I don’t feel ready. What if I can’t be the mother our child deserves? What if I mess everything up? I’m so selfish, I know. I should be happy, but I’m just scared. I’m so scared, Carlos."

But Carlos wasn’t listening to her words. His heart was soaring, a symphony of joy and disbelief. He was going to be a father. The thought was so overwhelming, it was as if he was floating. He pulled her into his arms, spinning her around in a whirlwind of happiness.

“We’re going to be parents, Y/N! I'M GOING TO BE DAD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” he shouted, his laughter ringing through the room. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he kissed her breathless. “I love you so much. This is the best news ever!”

Y/N's sobs turned into laughter, a sweet melody that filled the room. In that moment, fear and uncertainty vanished, replaced by a shared dream of parenthood. Their love, a foundation built on trust and companionship, was about to embark on its most extraordinary chapter yet.

"Shhh, my love, shhh," Carlos whispered, his voice trembling as he wiped away her tears. His own eyes were a glistening ocean, but his heart was overflowing with joy. "You're not ruining anything, Y/N. You're creating something extraordinary. Something beautiful.

I've always wanted kids, but never as much as I want them with you. With the woman who makes my world brighter, who makes me laugh harder, who makes me a better person. You are the most incredible woman I know, and you're going to be an amazing mother.

I promise, I'll be there every step of the way. We'll figure this out together. We'll make sure our little one has everything they need, and more importantly, all the love in the world. Your dreams, your career, they're all important to me. I'll make sure you can continue to pursue them. But right now, let's just focus on this incredible miracle growing inside you. We'll cross every bridge when we come to it, together, as a team. Siempre estaré aquí para ti mi amor, estás creando vida. y por eso eres una diosa (I'll always be here for you my love, you are creating life. and for that you are a goddess)."

As he held her close, Carlos felt a surge of protectiveness. He would be her rock, her support, her partner in this incredible journey. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, their love a beacon of hope in the vast ocean of parenthood.

And in that instant, as they stood there, their hearts intertwined, they knew that their love story was far from over. It was just beginning, a new chapter filled with the promise of life, laughter, and an unconditional love that would shape generations to come.

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saw speak no evil last night, which i really enjoyed! it proved to be my very favorite kind of stressful movie, i.e. a slowburn thriller where people go to a beautiful and remote location and then Things Go So Wrong! it reminded me a lot of other faves ex machina, men, 10 cloverfield lane, the menu, ready or not, the recent blink twice, etc.

just some thoughts about this movie (spoilers!)--

+ i really enjoyed all the gender role stuff going on in this one a whole bunch. this is, of course, a classic gothic romp in my eyes. therefore, watching the dad -- down on his luck, feeling emasculated by his female family and by life not favoring him as much as it was supposed to! -- get seduced by the alpha male andrew tate-y bs embodied by james mcavoy's character, like the dad was but a shrinking naive gothic heroine missing or even lusting after all the red flags, was SUCH a fun subversion to me. yes! yes!!!

+ every time that mackenzie davis's character tried to establish boundaries and they got run over and then she let it slide to be palatable, i viscerally FELT THAT. there was, of course, a big element of 'privileged people wanting to appear woke so they keep being boundlessly pityingly nice to the poor people', but even deeper than that, i think this was a great portrayal of how women in particular are expected to constantly accommodate and ignore their intuition. the bit with making her eat the goose. D: and it got worse!

+ i also really liked how in the big showdown, the mom and the kids were the ones who actually took out the enemies, and the dad was the only one without a 'kill' to his name. (though he did sacrifice himself by jumping off the roof, mirroring Accomplice Wife's self-sacrificial death!)

+ gosh, the dark implications re: Accomplice Wife's character were so harrowing - the victim becoming the abuser - and the fact that the little girl was being primed to follow in her footsteps ..... D:

+ i enjoyed that the kids were the ones who had the sort of Big Finding Bluebeard's Closet Of Dead Wives Reveal. (my bf pointed out that this is a bluebeard story, and it so is! my favorite!) that sort of ASOUE-y feeling of kids having to make it on their own because adults aren't a guaranteed source of safety. MAN, poor ant. :'( that kid had a HORRIBLE time. i really admire his persistence in keeping on fighting and trying to communicate.

+ i saw someone in the reddit discussion thread say that couple vs. couple is an underrated trope, and i agree! would love to see more of that in cinema.

+ love how the title operates both on the level of "this kid can speak no evil about what we do because we cut his tongue out" AND "don't ever say anything mean to people or you might hurt their feelings and what could possibly be worse than that (oh, this, i guess) 😬"

+ can't believe they did nick miller's favorite song cotton eyed joe so dirty like that. :( that scene honestly brought tears to my eyes from pure misery. the fact that some parents really do treat their kids like that ...................... (even if that wound up not being totally the situation in this particular movie). disgusting and heartbreaking.

+ the most a+ "eternal flame" use since gilmore girls.

+ after i watched the movie i read up on what the original film was like, and may i just say: that would have broken me psychologically in the movie theatre. thank god i didn't have to see that. THANK GOD! sometimes american optimism really works for me, honestly. if it's a gothic, then in the gothic, they've always got to make it out at the end!!! bruised and bloodied and haunted but still standing! so i'm really glad they did!

+ it honestly never occurred to me that people would thirst over james mcavoy in this movie, because he's so gross and horrible, but it takes all sorts to make a world, it turns out. the internet teaches me that every day!

+ anyway, i had a great time watching this! would definitely watch again! but gosh, was it a special kind of fun and stressful to watch it unfold the first time.

[husbandograveyard]

Hi Hazel! Is this possibly my first time sending you a request? Ohohoho… I’ve gotten so excited when I saw that requests for your pillow talk event are open, those prompts look SO fun >:3c

Definitely here to feed into your newly found JJK obsession… could I ask for Geto with prompt 12, 13 or 17, please? Whatever sparks your inspiration the most, and if neither of these combos does please just yeet this request <3

Can’t wait to read all the stories you’ll put out, the line up so far looks really good hehe. Thank you so much for this fun event!

Henlo Lale!! :D It is an honor to be writing for you 🙏 I was also hoping someone would get this prompt in combination with Geto, it was just the best match. Thank you for feeding into my obsession, this guy has wormed (hehe) his way into my top pookies and he's here to stay. I hope you enjoy this one! <3

☁️ Pillow talk event - Masterlist ☁️ Prompt: “Sorry for laughing, but your hair…” “Oh no, those knots will be hard to get out. You owe me dinner.” Character: Suguru Geto (JJK) x GN reader (no pronouns or genitals mentioned)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Suggestive content | Minors DNI | Fluff, humor ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

You were laughing. Not a full-on, loud laugh, that would be inappropriate considering the intimate setting, but definitely chuckling, the sound only muffled a little bit behind your hand. 

“What are you laughing about?” 

You chuckled even louder at Suguru’s annoyed expression, seemingly thinking you were laughing at the events that just transpired in your bed. If you could talk properly, you would assure him that the evening you spent together had been more than satisfying- if anything, with a little break you’d be happy to go another round. But every time you opened your mouth to say something proper, you interrupted yourself with yet another bout of giggles. 

No, the reason you were laughing was his disheveled state, specifically his hair. The long, beautiful, raven locks that you had been threading your hands through when you first started making out today, were now resembling more of a birds’ nest. The little bun that kept most of his hair out of his face was now tangled up on the top of his head, with locks sticking out in all directions. The strands that usually framed his beautiful face were all messed up, half sticking up in the wrong direction, the other stuck to the sweat on his forehead. It was a sight to behold. 

“No- I..” you stifled another laugh, the more you looked at him the worse it got. Like an inkblot test, you were starting to see shapes in it. But more pressingly, you saw his expression growing a little more annoyed, and you had to start talking if you ever wanted to get him in your bed again -something you really wanted after today. 

“Suguru, Sorry for laughing, but your hair…” You just gestured vaguely at his face, biting your lip, as to not start laughing again. 

He reached up a hand to touch his head, feeling out the situation, and the stern look he had melted almost instantaneously. He chuckled, a deep rumble that made you swoon all over again for him. 

“Oh no, those knots will be hard to get out. You owe me dinner.” 

“That’s fair”, you chuckled, shuffling closer again, placing a hand on his bare shoulder and pulling him in for a kiss, “and maybe I can be your appetizer.” 

He grinned before answering, speaking against your lips as a strong hand found its way to your back and pulled you in as well. 

“And dessert as well.”

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №13

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Sometimes I use AI for background images. This time, the generation really pleased me, since it perfectly hit what I wanted :D

I get immense pleasure from the fact that my skill is gradually improving! I could never have imagined that I would be able to draw all these folds in clothing and shadows decently. I am especially proud of Dust and Horror 💫

Hah, under the first drawing with "The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms", I wrote that everything would be cute, but here we are: Dust is a lepidopterist, Nightmare can be killed by water, and Cross has fungal spores on his face. Half of the group has been changed by Backrooms in some way (evil laughter of the Creator).

I decided that my experiment with the story from different characters is unreasonable to continue: it is difficult, and the text becomes artificially too long and confusing. Plus, I find it hard to keep track of the English version of the text.

This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

A human suddenly emerged from the nearest room. At first, he seemed not to notice the presence of strangers. They all stared at each other for a few seconds, until Killer waved his hand in greeting (the blade of the knife glinted brightly). The human hesitantly greeted them all in return.

The man's name was Enrico. He was afraid that the group of skeletons was his hallucination. He had been alone on this level for too long. Even with the support of psychologists, whom he was able to contact via the internet, loneliness was killing him. And tactile hunger: he couldn't let go of Cross's hand after the handshake, and the firm claws of Horror made him cry with happiness. Killer kept the conversation going, but didn't come close. Dust and Error kept their distance from Enrico. They were wary of people who wanted to touch them (Nightmare had enough of a cocktail of negative emotions).

Enrico told them everything he knew about the current level. He also offered his new acquaintances a smartphone as a gift. Among the production rooms on the level, there was one that produced electronics, so the gift was not valuable to Enrico. But now the guys didn't have to look for full-fledged computers (thank you, Enrico, you helped me a lot).

Error studied the code of the level. Even after seeing that strange map in the room where Enrico lived, he couldn't accurately say how the entrances and exits worked here. It seemed that the level was carried through the Backroom, seeping through the pores of other levels, capturing a resident if the old one died. Some kind of level-prison for one. But there was also a cosmos here. And that strange planet outside the window.

Dust watched the white dwarf in the viewport for a long time. It seemed unusual to him. Its appearance was more reminiscent of the surface of a plant lamp than the surface of a star. He thought that the solution to the problems could be there.

Nightmare instructed Cross and Horror to accompany Enrico and seize as many goods as possible for their use. The level produced valuable resources for trade, and simply leaving it would be extremely foolish. Especially since, for the faint hope of leaving this place, the man agreed to do anything (Nightmare enjoyed playing on his emotions).

Finally, they stepped out into open space. The magical skeletons coped well with the lack of air (well, they are made of magic, I can't do anything about that). They wrapped Error's threads around Enrico, who remained in a safe spot. The blue magic helped them move forward in turns. The closer they got to the star, the stronger the sense of wrongness grew.

Eventually, they spilled out onto another level (Error, who was loading, confirmed it). Enrico appeared nearby as well. The endless cosmos turned out to be quite limited, despite the infinite number of rooms inside the space station. The star was simply a round hole in space. The light that seeped through the crowns of the trees reflected off the mirror-like surface of the white marble pedestal. From a distance, it looked like a glowing white planet.

It seemed that they had found a way out of level 15. But not an entrance. The hole in space disappeared immediately after they exited it.

Enrico was so happy with the change of scenery that he fainted. The group left him there, taking the blue strings. They didn't need a new member. It was just a deal.

The new level resembled a forest and ruins. Mostly forest, with a smaller portion of ruins. There were so many plants that they grew on top of each other. Some trees had branches so large and old that a layer of fertile soil had formed on them.

As bad gays ventured further, they discovered animals: birds and snakes, a couple of spiders, traces of dogs or wolves. Killer even managed to catch a bright finch for entertainment. But the animal quickly bored him. Cross turned out to be much more interesting.

One of the provocations made Cross stumble. A colorful stream sprayed in his face. The way he squealed in surprise and the intense burning around his eyes amused Killer.

Cross needed help (otherwise he would become useless). Horror rinsed the affected area with Almond Water. The burning subsided, but the bright color remained. Killer found it amusing to compliment the Backroom on the stylish eye shadows. And since they now had smartphones, Cross could start a beauty blog. Or slowly turn into a zombie if it was a special type of cordyceps fungus. The situation seemed to amuse him.

Only Nightmare managed to silence Killer, binding the jester with tentacles and tossing him into the depths of the forest like a bag of trash (if Cross became useless, Nightmare would break Killer's tailbone).

But, it seemed that aside from the inappropriate bright color on the bones, the fungal spores posed no danger. At least that's what Dust said, who accidentally stained one of his butterflies in the liquid.

On this level, as far as they knew, there could be human outposts. This meant that the exits they had explored might be inaccessible to them if they couldn't resolve everything peacefully. Although after interacting with Enrico, their group didn't consider the people in this place too dangerous. The prisoner of level 15 was content that the skeleton group wasn't his hallucination. He paid no attention to anything else. It seemed they had overestimated the danger posed by humans. Perhaps it was worth trying to enter one of the residential areas?

But Error seemed to have spotted a suitable exit.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[lixenn]

Hi lili!!! 👋🏾 Hope you are well! For Chief...!

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

Heya Momo! I'm hanging on by a bare thread but I'm still kicking so that's something (I will defeat this thesis, I will kick it to the curb! I will murder it dead <- straight up in denial OTL)

Chief questions! Chief questions!!!

Let's see...

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

Well, Dani-boy ain't a saint so he certainly hurt quite a bit of people. As for who he hurt the most, well that's [redacted] Ummm... huh? That's strange... Let me try again. Dan [redacted] ... One time he [redacted]

Whut?

*contacting the nonsense generator*

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🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

Dan is a solution orientated person. If there's a problem, he tries to fix it. If there's no problem? Well, there will be future ones so he plans ahead. ("Paranoid much Chief?") So you could say he copes with things by planning and scheming and working. He loves lists and graphs, likes sorting his thoughts by writing them down. He will list all the things that could possibly go wrong and then meassures to prevent them or how to react to them. Not really a healthy way to cope with life but when your part of the Mafia where sanity often goes on permanent vacation it can save your ass quite a bit.

When confronted with situations that are not in his plans (aka the newest Varia shitshow) or that simply make him uncomfortable (aka Vlasta's nonsense) then he often shuts down. Dan knows the value of a strategic retreat and he's not afraid to use it.

He also heavily abuses his hard workload as a distraction tactic. What do you mean Ottavio wants to talk to him? Can't you see that he's busy doing budget reports? Come in late (read: never). (There's no time to worry about the high death toll when he's mind is occupied with numbers and to-lists and meetings. Chief is good at compartmentalizing, locking bad memories into boxes and hiding away the key)

To break it down: Dan copes with contingency plans, compartmentalization and just plain noping out of the problem. It's not exactly the healthiest way to cope because he tends to take these methods to the extremes but it could be worse.

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

Survival skills huh... bit of a broad term but I will try my best 🫡

Dan knows first aid and hand to hand combat. It was drilled into his head by his parents because they know how dangerous the mafia can be and they wanted him to be equipped to deal with it. (His siblings got the same training, yes even his sister though she isn't a fan of getting her hands dirty). He knows how to make a fire, set up camp and how get food in the wilderness (though his cooking skills are... not up to par, it's enough to survive but not really all that appetizing). Dan learned those skills on various camping trips he went on with his dad, it was their way to bond since Dan loves nature and his dad likes to hunt.

As for the apocalypse... Please, he has contingency plans for an eventual Varia zombie outbreak (he doesn't trust PoisonChem or R&D as far as he can throw them, he wouldn't be surprised if they cook up a zombie virus in their labs. Disappointed? Yes. Surprised? No.) and several other apocalypse scenarios. So as long as it isn't something that insta kills lots of people (aka natural disaster shit) he would be fine. He has a couple safe houses, common sense and knows how to use a shotgun. Also he's just way too stubborn to die because the world's gone to shits. Plus for some reason someone up above (the author) wants to torment him on a daily basis and he's got to be alive for that to happen so yeah...

He'd either be roped into some leadership role in a survival camp or he'd be the grumpy guy in the woods living off the land. Could go either way.

Red emoji oc ask

[azurethevampire]

MLtP: I Would Do It Again

A/N: Long time no see! :D As it’s been a while since I wrote anything more than school assignments and job applications, the characters might seem slightly off. Hopefully I didn’t mix up anything since it’s also been a while since I watched either the Mandalorian or the Book of Boba Fett. 

I’d like to add that this is just one possible way things could have gone in my Mando’s Lessons to Parenting verse since I’m not exactly sure yet if Eva - or in this case the reader - will stay with Din after the ending of s2 or if there’s something else in store for her.  

Words: 809

Summary: When you ask if Din Djarin is mad at you and little Grogu for something that he alone made the decision about, the Mandalorian is faced with a difficult question. If given the chance, would he do it a different way? 

Set around Chapter 5 (ep 5) of the Book of Boba Fett

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“Are you angry with me and Grogu?” 

The question, spoken softly so that you wouldn't wake up the mother and her child sleeping on the next row of seats in front of you, alerted Din Djarin that you weren't sleeping like he had thought.

Behind his helmet, Din Djarin was frowning. Turning his attention to you, he tilted his helmet-covered head slightly. 

"Angry about what, kid?" He asked, puzzled. 

You kept your gaze on your lap where your fingers had picked up the hem of your new tunic to pull at any loose threads (or any threads you could pick loose with your nails) from the fabric. You would ruin the tunic's hem if you continued doing that. Din had lost count of how many times he had told you to stop picking holes on your clothes.

He gently grabbed your hand to stop you. You wrapped both your hands over Din's leather-covered one. 

"I heard what the Armorer said to you", you confessed after a moment of silence, making Din's heart pick up pace a little. He had thought you had been sleeping in the other room at the time. Had you seen him battling with Paz Vizsla, almost losing the Darksaber in the process? Your next words made something inside him crash into a hurting wall. "It's our fault. You wouldn't have taken your helmet off if it wasn't for me and Grogu. And now you were kicked out of your Tribe because of us. She said that you are a Mandalorian no more and that's our fault…"

Din's first instinct was to correct you that no it wasn't your and Grogu's fault. But then a thought came to him. It was partly true, what you were saying. Without you and the kid, he probably wouldn't be in this situation now. He wouldn't have been kicked out of the Tribe. Instead he would still be doing bounty jobs all over the galaxy, and drowning himself to work  job after job, trying to get rid of even some of that feeling of loneliness that had sat inside him so long. That is, if he wouldn't be dead already by a job gone wrong. 

He hadn't felt that loneliness for many months. Because of his foundlings. Almost naturally the three of you had formed a clan of three and as Din had grown to care about you and Grogu— had begun to think about you two being his children— the part of him that had felt missing for longer than he cared to remember, was filled.

Knowing what he knew now, would he take his helmet off in front of Bo-Katan and her crew, Skywalker, you and Grogu if he would have a chance to go back in time to that moment? Or before that, back on Morak?

The answer was clear. Yes, he would. Because he did what he did for his kids. And he would do it again even knowing the consequences. He had known he was breaking rules, and he had done it anyway. 

"It's not your fault, Y/N. Or Grogu's", Din said, twisting his upper body slightly to better face you. Your head was still tilted down, eyes cast on your joined hands. Din's free hand rose to your chin, gently tipping your head upwards so that he could see your eyes. 

"Look at me, kid", Din's voice was soft. The tone one that you had never heard him use towards anyone but you and Grogu. "I alone am responsible for my actions." 

As Din continued, a bang of sadness and longing made itself known to him, but it was replaced soon with an even more powerful feeling of rightness. The words he spoke were true. "The Armorer and the rest of them can keep their Tribe. If I have to choose between you children and them, you will always be my first choice. I might not be a part of the Tribe anymore but I'm still a Mandalorian." He leaned forward until his helmet touched your forehead, his hand now moving to rest on the back of your head in a comforting gesture. "I would do it again." 

"You would?" you asked, voice quiet and surprised, and Mando could see tears shining in your eyes. 

Din squeezed the back of your neck gently before pulling you to rest against his side, head tucked under his helmet. "Yes, kiddo." 

There was a silence, and for a moment Din thought you had fallen asleep. But then your quiet voice broke the silence. "So, you're really not angry with us? With me?" 

"No. Not about that", Din reassured. "But I'm starting to get irritated by the fact you haven't been sleeping when you were supposed to." 

"I'm sorry." And Mando could tell you meant the apology. 

"Get some sleep, kid. I'll wake you when we land." 

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

I don’t believe in Canon Events, but I this theory on how they might work.

My idea is that if you jump to another universe and change stuff in that universe by your own doing! (Not helping, helping is a different case) so let me break it down even further.

Miguel went to a universe not of his own, and impersonated a dead version of himself. He wasn't supposed to change things there since it's not his home universe.

In Gwen’s universe. Gwen’s father quit the police force, so he’s not going to be a police captain. So that canon event is not going to happen.

Basically, canon events can be altered but they have to done by the Spider-Man/Spider-Woman in their original universe.

So with Miles situation, he can save his father and the universe would be fine but if someone like Peter B. saved him the universe would crash.

What do you think?

. . .

Okay, I had been staring at this question for days (make it two months now, fuck I am sorry.), unsure of how to answer, and not for the reasons you may like.

So, I kind of have two answers for this:

If this is for a story, fic/comic on your own? I think is a good idea! It works perfectly fine, and it could lead to some really interesting possibilities in the right hands.

Now, as for this being the explanation of why things are happening how are happening? ...Boy how I phrase this.

This is really, the thing that has been taking me so goddamn long to answer this question; and is honestly more my own fault than anything else, I can tell you that much.

So, here is the thing, is this plausible? Yes, it could be the case.

Here is the part that has been making me trip for 2 months: Why you believe this is the case?

Let me tell you guys something about me: I don't make long essays with screenshots and receipts because I'm some snotty asshole who thinks is smarter than everyone, is actually pretty much the opposite: I trust my own judgment so little I make long ass explanations with proof from the canon material, to show that I am not pulling things out of my ass because I would not assume anyone would believe me otherwise.

You are going in the right direction with this, you are looking at the problem, the different pieces, and trying to make sense of it. But what I am going with all of this, is to try to look into why you think this is the answer to this puzzle, instead of something else.

This reminds me to something I heard growing up, from edgy classmates who liked to be a contrarian "Who says g-d exist, instead of things happening because an invisible wizard is doing catastrophe happen across the globe in his Antarctic resident?"

As you can see this is an absurd example brought by some 11 yo kid who loved being a shit head, however it does bring up a valid point: You can't prove that wizard doesn't exist, but in exchange, he couldn't prove the wizard existed, either.

Something being plausible is not enough most of the time, even when people heard something plausible and believe it, is normally because they already had per-conceived notions that made them skew in that direction.

You asked for my opinion at the end of your post, so I am giving you my honest answer: I don't believe in Canon event, none of them, because the prime example of one going wrong has more holes than a gruyere cheese, and nothing in either movie has made me think they are real.

This is what I am asking from you: Do you think Canon Events can be true under certain circumstances? Why these circumstances, rather than them being fully nonsense, or working exactly as Miguel said they did? What was the reason you thought this works this way, and no other?

I am asking you this because there may be a logic only you can see, there may be a way to see these scenes, this story, on a way that makes your theory make more sense and be more cohesive than my arguments, I can fully think this is the case.

But you are the one with the theory, meaning you are the only one with the eyes able to see the rest of this thread. Maybe you subconsciously came up with this theory because there are parts of the movie that point on this direction.

So go for it, go down the rabbit hole and see what you find.

[redraspberryleaf]

You seem to know a thing or two about wool (and definitely more than I do :D )

Is it possible to use wool in normal fabrics like we use cotton today, or are those too fine to work well with wool?

Because if I could replace some of my cotton T-shirts with ones that have similar properties but are made from wool, that'd be awesome!

(also feel free to post a long ass diatribe about what wool can be used for and what not, I love that shit)

Okay so I'm by no means an expert I just have adhd and knit but the answer to your question is yes but there is a catch.

So wool has finally been having the resurgence it deserves in athletic and technical wear because it already does everything they've been trying to engineer other fabrics to do and poured a ton of money into trying to achieve with synthetics. Wool can keep you cool and keep you warm, it helps regulate temperature and humidity, some sheep produce wool that will absorb moisture off of your body into the fibre itself to wick and achieve evaporative cooling at once while some breeds like Icelandic sheep are entirely waterproof. Wool is amazing! Wool is also stretchy and antibacterial to a degree and just does really well with sweat and body odor in general so it just is a natural fit for athletics and outdoorsmanship.

Because of all this a lot of brands have started to produce wool base layers, tees, and sportswear. Smartwool is an example of a company that's gone all in on wool, but a lot of other companies have small lines of wool garments or one offs.

The problem with most of what is on the market right now is that companies want to make it as easily digestible for consumers as possible. They expect that people aren't going to shell out for the fancy wool tee shirts if the experience isn't the exact same as a cotton tee but slightly elevated. Even if caring for a garment isn't necessarily harder but is just different, generally people won't go for it. Because of this there are two issues I have with how a lot of these are produced.

1. Superwash

Most of these are going to be made with superwash yarns. The websites aren't very clear in listing that but they don't really have to be and most people don't really care about that. Unless you're a fibre artist of some sort you probably don't know or care about what that means so why would they list it?

What they do say is that their garments are machine washable and that you should lay flat to dry. That means that even though these products are listed as 100% wool there is some sort of treatment or coating to seal the scales on the wool and make it so they can survive agitation in the wash and regular detergents.

While I'm not totally against superwash in all contexts and know it has a time and a place for sure I think it's important to recognize that a lot of the properties of wool that we love are achieved BECAUSE of the scales on the wool and when you start messing with those your wool isn't going to perform as well across categories. If you're okay with superwash, then go for it. Just know that your wool isn't going to wool as hard as it could wool.

2. Merino

So merino has somehow become shorthand in recent years for luxurious soft yarn. This isn't totally wrong but it isn't totally right. Merino is probably the most popular bread of wool sheep on the planet. It's heavily used because while the fibre is still relatively cheap it is also very fine and flexible which means it's softer, won't prickle the skin, and can be spun into smaller threads. I think they're some thing like a third of the diameter of a human hair??

While all this is great, it means most of these sheep are coming from industrial farms. If animal welfare is your jam (I hope it's everyone's jam to some degree at least) this is where you're going to start worry about farming practices. Industrial scale farms, even in countries with a lot of protective laws, and where you will have sheep with massive scarring as a means to prevent infection, rough handling, and rougher shearing practices. Now I grew up in a farming area, so I know a lot of things that may seem barbaric actually make a lot of sense in practice, and my roomies family have sheep and have string opinions on which of these practices are important to keep around... but I'm not going to get into that knitty gritty (hehe knitting, get it??).

Outside of animal welfare, when you get into these types of farms shitty shearing and frequent shearing are actually a big issue for wool quality. You see, if you aren't doing a nice smooth shear in one go or are shearing the sheep frequently, you start getting a lot of fibres with shorter than typical staplelengths. While this can mean that some of these fibres are softer because they aren't spending as long being exposed to the elements and sun, it also means that the yarns that are spun up from them will be weaker and more prone to breakage.

Honestly I like merino just fine but it really is the clandestine of the yarns. It does the job and all but it's deeply overhyped by good marketing and has just become the go to because people who generally know textiles but aren't total wool nerds know it will do the job and know it will be recognizable to the consumer as a good material. There are just so many other breeds that produce fibre better suited to all kinds of specific jobs that get passed over for merino and so now passionate hobby farmers and yarn nerds are the only ones keeping all these other breeds alive.

So yea, your tee-shirt will probably still be a great and durable shirt, but the quality won't be exactly what you were dreaming of when you first heard about all the amazing things about wool.

So Yes!!! You absolutely can get wool tee shirts and they will be pretty rad, however they won't be the perfect dream shirt that you imagine when you hear a yarn nerd talk about all of the best properties of wool. I have had wool base layers in the past, and I'm planning on buying a set and a tee that will fit my body these days since I've long grown out of my old ones. Will it be perfect and the most ethical thing? No. Will it be better than something synthetic or a lot of plant based options? I personally think so, but that's for you to decide for yourself:).

[light-lanterne]

Does sleep token have lore associated with the band?

hello !! there is a lot of lore, yes :O i'll try to summarise a little, but i really recommend doing some personal digging around ~

so, first, there's the basic notion of Sleep. according to the first and only interview the band's ever given (i believe a second is set to be released soon-ish), Sleep is an omnipotent eldritch god who once manifested himself through a dream to the lead singer, Vessel, who ever since writes music in worship of this ancient god based on the messages the deity conveys. the idea is that through their music, their tokens, the band is trying to touch upon the most primal human emotions and reach our hearts and subconscious with Sleep's message to prepare us for following him.

(this god is not really called Sleep, but his name is described as far too complicated for the human brain to translate and understand.)

then we have Vessel himself ! the band doesn't have many music videos, but from the ones we do have we are able to somewhat piece together some of Vessel's story (the character, not the actual man). so this way we have:

Vessel's first connection with Sleep ["thread the needle"],

the origin of his original mask ["fields of elation"],

he (and ii's) succumbing to Sleep ["calcutta"],

him (or Sleep) being corrupted and causing harm to someone [story is told in the "jaws" and "the way that you were" videos, but the lyrics for "nazareth" give context] and then lamenting what happened ["blood sport (from the room below)"],

Vessel exploring different parts of his subconscious and defeating his nightmares ["alkaline"], but being unable to rid himself of the memories in relation to someone ["the love you want", which then ties up to the video for "fall for me"]

(and that's it; those are all their actual music videos and a vague, somewhat-generally-accepted interpretation of them but !! you can interpret them however you wish !!! there are no right or wrong answers in any of this)

and then we have all the esoteric symbols and codes they use. from their logo, which supposedly translates to "sleep token" (but is actually a combination of a central gate-like symbol and the elder futhark runes dagaz (ᛞ), tiwaz (ᛏ), uruz (ᚢ) and eihwaz (ᛇ),,, or mannaz (ᛗ), tiwaz (ᛏ) and wunjō (ᚹ),,, or many other possible combinations x.x),,,

(here are two different interpretations of what it could mean)

,,,to each of the codes that accompanied their three full albums:

"sundowning" with some alchemic sigils that serve as art for each track in the album and have a bazillion interpretations,,,

"this place will become your tomb" with nautical coordinates hidden in merch and posters (which lead to "point nemo"), a cypher residing in the visualizer videos for the album (which hinted at the cover art for the third album), and bizarre oceanic creatures with interesting connotations (again, art for each track),,,

and "take me back to eden" with the eden code and the odd beings connected to each song ~

,,,so yeah. lots of lore and easter eggs and symbolism ~ :D

obviously, i could go on for longer but this is already quite long so i'll leave it here. thanks for the ask !!! once again, i encourage you to do your own digging if any of this caught your attention or if you're interested in the band altogether :] it's quite fun to look into their lyrics and cryptic messages and figure all this out ^-^

okie, i'll leave now. have a great day / night !!

[ciwzing]

To win your heart

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓: When an exchange student come back from a far away cold nation the least thing he expect is to fall head over heels with a stoic yet pretty looking girl of the campus. Not even knowing the pretty girl's name, he's left with no choice but to make twitter a thread mentioning the university's official twitter account , what could possibly go wrong?

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: masterlist, the boyz🥶👊💪

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: taglist are open, send an ask or message :D

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 - y/n's dogs

[Y/n] - an aspiring psychology student, that has been the student council president since her second year at the University. Earning the unofficial title of the university's "perfect student". It's either doing it perfect or no work at all, half-assing isn't even an option for her.

[Mona] - Didnt know how, when and why shes apart of the friend group but dont have any plans of leaving pt1. Wasn't fond of y/n at first with no reasons at all but now her and y/n are an inseparable duo.

[Venti] - a music major, who grown closer with y/n through schools events and program, an alcoholic yet a very good performer. He's always present in any parties if alcohol is involved, yes even if he wasn't invited.

[Lumine] - been friends with y/n since their senior years in high school, always there to support y/n and every decision she makes whether she thinks it's a good or a bad one.

[Scaramouche] - Didnt know how, when and why he's apart of the friend group but dont have any plans of leaving pt2. Always find himself disagreeing and arguing with mona. He despise venti with every cell of his being. Hes still in the friend group because y/n actually enjoys his company despite his rotten personality.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Burn all, even the world, but yourself

What a depressing sight it was. There you sat, at the very top of wooden table, all alone. You felt empty as you took everything in. You sat alone, surrounded by empty chairs, your only comfort being the little birthday hat you’re mother hand crafted for you and the red balloon tied to the string in your clutched palm. You didn’t understand. You had invited the whole class, and yet, not a single classmate showed up in the three hours that you patiently waited. 

How was that even possible?

And when you’re mother came approaching you with that saddened smile of hers and tearful eyes, you realized how much you hated your current situation. You realized that perhaps there was something wrong with you, something so wrong that even your own classmates didn’t want to participate in this beautiful celebration.

Does that mean -

“Mama,” you called out for her. Your voice frailer than the bones in your body. Hearing the slight shakiness in your voice, she fell down to her knees, her hands caressing the skin of your knees in effort to comfort you

“Yes darling?” You flinched. There was a crack in her voice.

“Did they lie to me?” You felt her hand momentarily pause mid-caress.

“What?” Looking away from the decorated table, you glanced down at your mother. Admiring how even when she cried, your mother was still beautiful.

You repeated, “Did they lie to me? They promised but...they’re not here. So did they lie to me?” This woman, who had live more than 26 years of hardship, 26 years of constant tragedy after tragedy, a woman who has seen it all and done all --- was completely helpless as she stared into the devastated eyes of her child. She herself even more so devastated with your words of distrust.

And so she cried into the flowers of your skirt.

It was heart retching really. Observing your own mother breakdown right in front of you, crying into the dress she had made for this special day. You remembered watching her come home from work, exhaustion clinging to her very bones, only to go pull out her sewing equipment from the closet before settling herself on the couch. With sunken eyes, she would focus all her attention to putting the thread into the needle hole. And sometimes she would fall asleep while she did so, but she would always wake herself up because she needed to finish the dress her little girl desired.

The sight of her, hunched over as she painstakingly handstitched each red lilies until the sky was blue again and the chime of the clock indicated it was time for her to go to work.

You would never forget the Band-Aids around her fingers. 

“Did I do something wrong, mama?” She cried.

“No baby, you did nothing wrong. The world’s just a cruel place, baby.”

The world’s just a cruel place...

The world’s...a cruel pl...

The world’s cruel.

This is just another instance of it, yet again.

You then did something you’re mother had never anticipated.

You laughed.

“D-darling?” Letting go of the balloon, you gently placed your hands on your mother’s cheeks. A smile unlike anything she’s ever seen before on your lovely lips.

“Don’t worry mama, when I’m all grown up I’ll make the world a better place, right mama?” It within the fire that burned behind your eyes that, for a single second, she could see it. She could see you rising above everyone else, no  could prevent you from accomplishing what you promised to do.

In that single second she saw the sheer utter determination you held.

Nothing was going to stop you.

Your mother smiled weakly as she kissed you upon your clothed knee, “Yes sweetie, make your dreams come true no matter what.”

...

the nefarious few | playlist

(A/N): You must be wondering what went wrong, but nothing went wrong. This is just how it’s always been...right? 

Hope you enjoyed!

[tiredassmage]

*looks around* say, what was Tyr's experience with Nathema to have such a violent emotional reaction to it?

Ehehehehe >:D

I inexplicably feel uh. Exhausted today, so let's see if I can. make this coherent enough to follow. Especially because it's one of several Tyr Lore notes that roll around like tumbleweeds in my head, but it's hard for Tyr to talk about, if he ever does, and while it certainly is informed by a boatload of his former experiences, it still... doesn't trickle out a lot into fics - or at least it hasn't yet. But I can sure talk about it for him!

In particular interest this time is the visit to Nathema in relation to Vaylin's conditioning there, though... arguably, neither of his visits are particularly 'Galaxy's 50 hottest vacation destinations' list worthy.

The short answer is that Nathema and its connotations are an emotional trigger point for what I'd call Tyr's genuinely deepest fear: being controlled again, to lose what little grip on his individual purpose he does have to the orders of someone else again. And, unfortunately, Nathema is... another blip in a long history of that kind of control running in Imperial circles. While Nathema is definitively more between Valkorian and Vaylin, Valkorian inextricably had a hand in both empires, and the methods he sees at Nathema are not methods Tyr would ever, ever place beyond the Sith Empire. He's seen - and will continue to see after - that it sure as hell isn't.

Alone, the whole experience is more than enough to make it dig at old wounds. I'd even argue it's a fear Tyr guards rather well. It's a silent undercurrent in everything else that rests on his shoulders - the fear of losing the very few he does call close friends, the weight of leading the Alliance, a Cipher's inability to not see the potential scope in all of these issues.

To sort of backtrack then and develop what that pressure point even looks like, Tyr plays... a very interesting game of galactic Twister deflecting the blame for his experiences under Castellan Restraints off of people he cared for and admired and onto parties he could at least hold a grudge against, if not take on outright; Tyr largely blames the Dark Council and Hunter for the bulk of his trauma. At the end of the day, that's who Tyr sees holding the leash and the person he believes delighted the most in tugging at it just to watch him struggle and nearly buckle entirely under the pressure. And all of that still mixing with the kind of ideals he manages to hold to made his position with the Empire post-Corellia incredibly precarious. Not to get too off-topic, but I imagine part of the reason Tyr in particular is assigned as the field lead for the Makeb expedition is because he's just as much on a 'succeed or you better hope you die trying' mandate from Marr and the Council as the bulk of that team. He's not exactly told up front how much of a suicide mission that might be, but he can't say he's surprised when he finds out the extent to which it is once he's on the ground.

Which is... a long and context-inclusive way of giving the groundwork for why its a persistent fear of his. Particularly operating double agent for Ardun Kothe (and, again, not because he's fearing this from Ardun - or even the SIS at large). In short and to reference a particularly delicious conversation the agent can have with Lokin again, "Of all the things that can go wrong in this job, dying's not so bad. Failure, though..."

Well, he's seen plenty of times over what failure can look like for an operative. For the average Imperial that's more likely to be treated like a pawn in the Sith's games than an ally or even a fellow citizen striving for the same goals.

And, of course, a thread of it is seeing Nathema while Valkorian is still lurking around. It would've been bad enough to let his Cipher's mind run off with imagining the kind of possibilities that can come out of a place like the asylum on Nathema. It's a whole other to get even the barest taste of what lingers in the Force. Now, Tyr's not generally Force sensitive; Valkorian's presence gives him... a really shitty impression of it (both in... quality and his residual feelings after the fact lol), on occasion for the extent that the bastard is up there sharing his very crowded mind with him. It's prone to being overwhelming and unpredictable - often to the point of inducing things like migraines, due to Tyr's blatant lack of training on the subject, which is... only marginally improved by consulting with Sana-Rae and the Force Enclave over the course of the Alliance's lifespan. But I am delighted with the idea that even someone like him, without any training, without any true experience with the matter, was able to feel how wrong Vitiate's presence and interference was on Ziost. And now you put him on Nathema with at least a modicum of development on his understanding for that sense - and the whole place is permeated with the horrors of those walls. If it wasn't for Lana to corroborate some of the sensations, he'd probably be keen to brush it off on an overactive imagination - feeling like you can almost still hear the screaming.

The... familiar and not (something something, imagined it so much it feels like an old friend kind of thing) sense of desperation. The dread of recognition. It is, in short, the stuff of his nightmares. Darkest shadow and almost sickeningly scientific light. More numbers scrawled on notepads and etched into data sheets than names. A tool, a phenomena to be observed more than a person, or even a beast. Fight or flight. Does the choice matter in the end? Does it change the outcome? Or is the narrative already decided? Is he just prolonging the dance?

The nightmares induced by the alterations and fatigue of operating under the Castellan Restraints never entirely left him to begin with, but they'd... come and go in intensity over the years. Very rarely do they ever leave him screaming himself awake; he'd... rather not talk about it, after all - which would be markedly more difficult if more people knew just what it did to his sleep schedule over the years. He's used to startling himself, breath caught in his throat, a few restless hours spent til morning finally creeps in and its reasonable to be operating again. Vector's generally the only other that knows with any certainty exactly what troubles him, for the longest time. With Vector's keen senses, it's harder to hide from him than the rest of the crew and Vector's presence is... almost soothing. He's still someone Tyr can rely on, even when everything has tested his trust so thoroughly.

But Nathema sets everything off like a fireworks grand finale again. And makes it worse. It's all the worse for finding the... closest semblance to freedom he's ever had in his life in the Alliance. To grapple with the possibility of slipping back that far, that he's still susceptible, still just as vulnerable is terrifying. It doesn't swallow quietly like the weight he's carried for years. It's shifted that weight and until he gets a grapple with how that sits now, in the aftermath, it's... a rough couple of weeks, in particular, after the Nathema expedition. A wound that'll be agitated again until Vaylin's defeat, then again when Tenebrae's final fate is questioned once more.

Finally, that weight will resettle the way it did after Imperial Intelligence. He'll be able to swallow it again, wrestle with it quietly in the way he'll pace a room when there's too much on his mind, or the restless way his hands toy when he's idle in a meeting.

In a way, it's not what Nathema did to him, exactly. Though being just sensitive enough on that visit to feel the way death lingers on the planet, to feel that all whisper down his spine almost like a physical feeling and noise certainly doesn't help. It's... the implications of a lot of things that dredge up old wounds he never did and probably... never will completely recover from. It's the uncomfortable similarities.

And Tyr would do just about anything to avoid ever going back to being someone's leashed pawn. That's a lot of desperation. A lot of fear. Failure's not an option. Because it's a weight he knows he can't live with carrying twice.

[dotster001]

Hii! I’d like to take part in your 500 event! Could I please request a romantic matchup with a character from Obey me? <3

I’m Italian, my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and short purple hair. I dress with fairy core/ fairy grunge clothes. I wear lots of rings and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own, I would do everything for the people I care about and sometimes I’ve been told that I’m too kind for my own good. I have a sarcastic humor and I love making others laugh, people say that I should be more serious and that I shouldn’t joke around so much. I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else.

All my friends tell me I’m very smart, I get very good grades and I do well in school. I also try to help my friends with study and school as much as possible. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

I really hope I did this right, have a great day :)

(ACES UNITE! Okay, okay, look, I know all humans are multifaceted, but it was really hard to pick someone for you, cause you have so many diverse aspects to your personality. Honorable mentions to Levi, Asmo, Barbatos, and Mammon, but in the end....)

I match you with Simeon.

He is also the mom friend of the group, so you both become everyone's moms. Literally, Luke starts calling you mom at some point. Both you and Simeon will melt, I can guarantee it.

He doesn't want you to change, at least not if you don't want to. Obviously, if you personally decide to make a change of your own free will, he will support you full force. But he is never going to be an instigator. He likes you the way you are.

He starts buying rings so that he has some to exchange with you should the moment arise. The first time you give him one, he melts. He's died, and been sent back to heaven. He adored it.

Your love language being physical touch and words of affirmation... He's perfect. Based on his surprise guest lines, I hc that he's a cuddler, and that he tells you every day how much he loves you. He's a warm cuddler, the kind where you just feel so soft and safe. He also is a hand holder. You can't prove me wrong. He holds hands with you everywhere you go, and he doesn't even realize it.

He's a writer, so he is ready to play D and D at a moments notice, both as DM and as a character. He is also secretly writing a musical where you two get to fall in love on stage while the brothers and Solomon are background characters and the chorus.

You're watching a horror movie and laying your head in Simeon's lap, as he runs his hand through your purple hair. He's humming a little tune. The tune freezes and he stiffens as another jumpscare hits the screen.

"Ah, Simmy, did that one get you?" You grin, and he smiles down at you.

"Yes, but I'm safe with you here," he smiled softly. He used his free hand, and threaded your fingers together, drawing your joined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

He then pulls your hand and holds it to his cheek, where he nuzzles against it with a satisfied hum.

"That's better," he says just as another jumpscare happens. He stiffens, and you smile softly.

"Simmy, we can turn on something else, it's okay," you say, but he shakes his head.

"It's fine, really, your love is protecting me," he leans down for a kiss, and you meet him halfway. Another jumpscare happens, and this time it doesn't get him.

"See? All better," he grins, and shimmies down a little so that you are both laying down and cuddling, his arms around you, not tight, but reassuring.

The rest of the movie, if he was spooked, you could only tell if his arms tightened around you, or if he whispered a soft "I love you" to you. Even though the movie hadn't frightened you, you realized the safety went both ways, and that in his arms, you were certain nothing could ever hurt you.

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thread under the cut!!

featuring: @rxscss , @lgends , @eminvnt, @delvedinto

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲  the vibration of his phone against the long marble kitchen isle disturbed the conversation unfolding between him and his father ; azure hues almost as a reflection , glimpsing at the screen . frown draw upon features when the name caught his attention , immediately picking the device to reply but the urgency has large frame upon his feet to grab the car keys and get out the door . never has him made the drive to his ( former ) sister in-law so fast . replaying the recent trip they both took , the unhinged behavior of the blonde and flicker of fear in the hotel . actors mind playing wild with the possibilities of what could have gone wrong . the travel down to beverly hills , cut by half , squealing the tyres somewhere in the avenue until it come to stop in front of actresses’ home .  jumping off the car to get to the door when the familiar car was making a turn .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 she had known something was wrong for a while, but athena kept pushing her away - kept insisting everything was fine, kept telling her she was being too overbearing, too over protective. and she hoped that she was. she hoped that her fears were wrong. but as her phone rang with the text message from flynn, her worst fears were confirmed. did she take it to far with the drug use? was her feeling of being followed actually correct? she had no idea, but she knew she had to get over there right away. she received the text right after getting off the stage at the hollywood bowl, not even taking the time to change out of her sparkly gown before hopping in her car, and rushing to her beverly hills home, thankful she wasn't all the way out in palm springs. reaching into the glove compartment to pull out the tiny, pink pistol she kept in there, charging towards the door like a bat out of hell when she saw julian standing there already. "out of my way, julian." 

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲   fear afflicted upon sharp features at the sight of the eldest sinclair : he knew it would take a lot of convince before he can ask for something . hues expanded wild at the glimpse of pink ornament ; hands up in surrender when he stands promptly in front of ex wife . unsure of what they might find inside . heart caught on his throat ; fighting to not allow his mind to even imagine the worst scenario . he loves athena deeply : it’s family . “ p —- “ single word tumbling his lips , controlling the woven that inflicts underneath . yet , as he is about to continue , the sound of something falling and followed by a groan cants his head to the front door . the open window and the male voice making him alert . there is not way he is letting persephone inside . “ let me go first , “ he requests . now realizing the third car parked near . “ let me see if they are inside “  / 

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 fiercely protective, especially over her little sister. she never wanted her to have to go through anything that she did, never wanted her to feel like she had to fend for herself or that she was alone in her problems. never wanted her to feel broken or taken advantage of. and it may have came off as controlling, as trying to parent her, but she would've done anything for her sister. and as she hears noise coming from the house, she steps forward once again, chin lifting as hand grips the gun in her grasp tighter. "that's my sister in there, tony." she said, trying to keep her shaky voice steady. "it's my job to protect her and you're not going to stop me." 

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲  reaction comes as expected from years of knowing her , the fire that boils underneath her skin when it comes to those she care , more so the only attachment to old family she carries . afraid to see the sinclairs do any hurt to little sister . the thought alone increasing  the fear of what they may encounter behind closed doors ( still ) creeping his mind . bodyguard’s encrypted message to denounce something must be too out of common for having both of them to come .  “ —— fine “ word muttered against grip teeth . arm , stretched out in order to keep her from stepping forward in front of him . there’s no way he is letting her inside first , and definitely not with a ~gun~ . “ give me that , ” he wasn’t going to negotiate . “ please “

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 she’d throw herself into the fire to protect the people she loved most, Julian included, despite how terribly angry she was with him at the moment, she didn’t want anything happening to him either. But time wasn’t on their side in this moment, and all she wanted was to see Athena’s face and know she’s okay. Deciding agains arguing with him, she glares at him as she hands over the gun, stepping closer once more. “Just get the door open, tony.”

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲   protective frame overstep in front of her , somehow taller and more angular , to keep him in the front line , cold metal of the pistol slipped against his waist band . two more steps until his hands are twisting the handle , a laborious lungful of air to keep mind at alert when he opens the wide door . shit . one arm to moved persephone further behind , throat swell and ache with the knot that forms and matches the fear balled tightly at his stomach  at the sight of his sister - in - law , unconscious on the floor . breath catches in his throat , heart  thumping louder against rib cage but he approaches with caution . " thena , it's me . " a whisper closer to her , checking her pulse and voice woven with solicitude . " i'll get you out of here , okay ? " azure eyes glimpses over at persephone . " call 911 " firmly requesting , when a new sound coming from upstairs caught his attention . a maniac peal of laughter ; somber enough to send a chill down his spine . " get out of here , now . " arms passed around athena's fragile body . keeping her close in his embrace before moving outside the house and gently laying in the front poarch . " call an ambulance and call 911 , and don't come inside . "

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 she’s a woman on a mission and all she can think about is getting in there and getting her sister - was too much of an optimist at a fault to even have the thought of anything being terribly wrong cross her mind - they had been through hell and back  together and they were always okay. but as Julian opens the door and her eyes land on Athena unconscious, her heart drops to the bottom of her stomach, eyes go wide and throat goes dry. “Athena, oh my god.” She choked out, pushing past the barrier of Julian’s arms as she ran toward her sister in a panic, moving to the floor next to her as she lifted face off the floor, gently patting her cheek as Julian check her pulse. “thea, thea, we’re here, we’ve got you, okay? wake up!” she said eyes shooting towards the staircase at the sound of noise and a cynical laughter, fearful gaze shooting towards Julian and before she could comment she’s, using one arm to get to the otherside of Athena to help Julian lift her, the other shaky hand fumbling with her phone to call the police, trying her best to inform them of the location and getting them to bring the help that was needed. they asked her to stay on the line, moving to sit on the front porch to use her lap as a cushion for Athena’s head, hands soothingly running through sisters hair as she hopes to see her eyes open, but attention is shot back up to Julian when he said not to come inside, hand instinctually reaching up to grab his tightly. “Julian what the fuck? Are you insane? You’re not going in there!” she shouted at him 

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲  with both of them outside , safe and ( somehow ) out of reach , he is one step further to get pass the door again . previous feelings vanishing to give it space for anger , another glimpse at the unconscious blonde on the floor enough to send him out of his right senses . “ p , “ freeing his hands from her grab , not until give it a gentle squeeze . “ it might be flynn in there , we gotta do something . “ and the venomous glare that flickers his eyes at the satisfaction of , if unable to run into the bodyguard or help . have both hands wrapped around whoever made this to his sister . “ I’ll be right back , I promise . “ it doesn’t matter how unsettle things are for them right now , at this moment , he doesn’t care . kneeling to place a kiss at her forehead .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 knows not to fight with him - knows that every second is crucial. and selfishly, she doesn’t want him going in there, wants him safe out here, waiting for the authorities - no matter how mad she is at him, she loves him, as much as she does her sister that lays in her lap at the moment. and she knows he’s not a coward, knows that he’s not someone who’s going to standby when he could help. that’s just the man that he was. eyes well up with tears as bottom lip trembles, eyes squeezing tightly shut for a moment as she takes a deep breath as she feels his lips against her forehead and without hesitation, free hand moves to cup the side of his face, lips pressing against his own in a passionate kiss, pulling away with a shaky break as forehead leans against his own. “Please be careful” she chokes out quietly. 

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲   warmth echoes with psyche , lips locked with hers in the taste he has been deprived , missing the burning feeling of having her lips with his . the sanctity of whatever it was they had , holding on the hope of things to fit along somewhere in the future ( hopefully ) . but as selfishly he wishes to do so , lost on the seconds that seemed to hang in there , knowingly that he’d still choose the well being of a child . pulling away , back inside the lavish house , the actor peeks up into the stairs . carefully , moving up the steps until he spies the back of attacker . standing still to further his movements praying for bodyguard to see him . 

*  𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍  flat  on  back  ,  refusal  to  hold  hands  in  defence  against  a  man  who’s  put  his  soulmate  at  risk  ,  unconscious  the  last  time  he  left  her  somewhere  safe.  eager  to  return  to  her  but  stuck  underneath  the  rubber  ,  decrepit  ,  soles  of  intruder’s  work  boots.  manic  laughter  beginning  to  wind  him  up  ,  going  through  him  like  sharpened  nails  against  a  chalkboard.  mahogany  optics  meet  a  familiar  set  of  hues  between  bannister  bars  ,  a  silent  predator  climbing  the  stairs  but  sensation  of  being  watched  causes  attacker’s  ears  to  prick.  before  he  can  swivel  around  ,  flynn’s  leg  manages  to  swing  &  connect  with  outstretched  pistol  to  knock  it  out  of  grip  ,  scrambling  to  reach  it  before  the  male  does.  another  battle  commencing  ,  advise  called  to  julian  over  scrap.  “  j  ,  get  thea  out  &  go  wait  with  her  &  p  outside  ,  i  can  manage  here.  “  he  reassures  ,  pistol  held  to  chest  &  guarded  with  body  from  grappling  hands  ,  desperate  to  regain  control  of  the  situation  because  the  stalker  knows  his  end  is  graver  than  anyone  else’s. 

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲   .stationary point to give a clear vision of the two . only briskly glimpsing the struggle , the heavy metal of the pistol in his possession weighting on his waist when he debates if this was a moment to have it in hands ; but never has he handle a weapon , not off the safety of a set .  yet , the resemblance of athena lying on the floor is enough to set him back into blind mode .  he's not leaving . the actor doesn't have the training , former swat officer carries , only a few black belts : only used in the early fights into his youth . all that vanishing in a real-life threatening situation . " they are outside , " only thing he is able to vocalize . grabbing a metal ornament to strike against his back , ready to pull him away from flynn . this was idiotic in many ways . shoving him away , to give bodyguard a chance .

*  𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 upon  impact  ,  the  stalker  grunts  &  stumbles  to  the  side.  rage  is  a  perfect  picture  painted  across  his  face  ,  complexion  almost  red  -  hot  like  in  a  cartoon  ,  flynn's  immediate  response  is  to  grab  ahold  of  the  gun.  he's  back  on  his  feet  ,  steps  taken  backwards  to  be  in  front  of  julian  ,  gun  outstretched  &  pointed  in  stalker's  direction.  "  i'm  not  asking  you  julian  ,  i'm  telling  you  to  go  be  with  the  girls  until  the  emergency  services  get  here.  "  irish  lilt's  stern  ,  he  couldn't  afford  to  have  someone  else's  blood  on  his  hands  ,  to  reduce  the  list  of  casualties  was  his  main  priority.  the  risk  was  more  severe  if  the  actor  remained  indoors  ,  a  sense  of  duty  to  protect  still  out  poured  his  want  to  reunite  with  athena.  she  was  still  a  target  of  his  ,  the  top  one  even  ,  so  flynn  knew  he  couldn't  let  the  intruder  leave.  "  i  need  you  to  get  her  to  the  hospital.  "  

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲  at the very least , the sinclair sisters were okay . help was on its way & athena will be okay . it's what he repeats to himself , voluntarily choosing to walk up back in there . the twins were old enough , persephone can always take care of herself but then , there was the baby . faceless child whose grasp is already engraved around his heart , there's a beat of hesitation ; listening to flynn's instructions to leave . save himself , to name his child and get to known them and let them know they were loved , a lot . but he couldn't . he couldn't cowardly leave the other man out there ,." ––– i know you want to play superhero but we are both getting out of here , " he explains, teeth sinking on bottom lip to control the beating under rib cage . hand firmly grasping his coat to guide them out . " besides , athena will not let me hear the end if i leave you here . " yet , he should have expected the reaction , the demons dancing behind attacker's orbits .

*  𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍  stubborn  in  every  way  ,  he's  firmly  planted  atop  of  stairs.  an  unmovable  mountain  ,  only  a  single  sway  happening  as  julian  attempts  to  escort  him  outside.  he's  not  leaving  until  the  man's  gone  ,  his  soul  sent  to  the  depths  of  hell  beneath  concrete  earth.  "  go  outside  ,  julian.  "  his  anger  was  building  ,  responsibility  of  that  in  the  stalker's  hands  ,  he  couldn't  let  the  actor  witness  what  he  had  to  do  ,  to  share  the  blame  of  another  life  being  lost  even  if  it  would  be  self  defence.  "  tell  her  i  love  her  &  i'll  be  out  within  seconds  of  you  telling  her  ,  i  promise.  "  vocabulary's  spoken  beneath  gritted  teeth  ,  slightest  of  movement  from  the  attacker  causes  the  hairs  on  his  forearms  to  stand.  "  we  don't  have  time  to  argue  so  go.  "  he  instructs  a  final  time  ,  further  sentence  interrupted  by  the  charge  of  a  bull  seeing  red.  scrambling  to  retrieve  gun  from  bodyguard's  grasp  ,  fighting  for  bedazzling  metallics  ,  fingers  switching  to  hover  over  trigger.   one  shot  rings  through  ghost  town  home  ,  followed  by  a  second  &  a  third.

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 phone is resting against ear as the 9-1-1 operator is still on the line, saying that the cops and ambulance are just a few minutes away, telling her to make sure to keep athena's head elevated, to keep checking her pulse, to try and get her to be alert. as she's gently patting her cheek, trying to talk to her, trying to pinch her and poke her to get her to wake, her motions freeze when she hears a gun shot. and then another one, and then another one. she's frozen in place, unable to move because of the weight of athena in her lap, and the shock, all she could do is let out a loud scream. "julian! get out of there now!"

*  𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍  struggling  to  gain  ahold  of  pistol  ,  palms  becoming  slippery  from  excess  perspiration.  three  gunshots  vibrate  through  silent  home  ,  grip  tightening  around  barrel  of  firearm  &  using  final  strength  to  smack  attacking  male  across  the  room  with  a  pointed  elbow.  cheekbone  shattering  beneath  his  force  ,  gun  in  his  palm  &  directed  to  opposing  masculine.  aimed  ,  fired  three  times  into  his  skull  ,  body  growing  limp  &  collapsing  like  a  house  of  cards  against  a  gust  of  wind.  pistol's  unloaded  &  tossed  to  meet  corpse  on  first  floor  ,  staring  in  disbelief  at  the  body.  fight  finally  over  ,  his  team  eventually  winning  regardless  of  the  cost.  sound  of  sirens  alert  him  to  outside  ,  blue  flashing  lights  illuminate  the  quiet  house.  a  scene  he  couldn't  return  to  ,  an  act  of  self  -  defence  would  weigh  on  shoulders  until  custodian  status  is  officiated.  guiding  self  to  front  door  ,  hands  held  above  head  to  show  he  wasn't  the  convict  ,  breathing  becoming  laboured  &  complexion  floods  a  pale  grey  ,  he's  clammy  &  vision's  a  blur.  he  feels  rough  but  severity  of  result  hasn't  kicked  in  yet  ,  adrenaline  pumping  to  keep  him  afloat  until  he's  on  gravel  driveway  again.  three  gunshot  wounds  dotted  in  abdomen  ,  realisation  not  hitting  him  yet  until  he's  collapsed  to  ground  ,  pool  of  blood  increasing  in  size  beneath  where  he  lay.

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲   heart is pounding and blood thrums loudly in eardrums ; sound halted by the momentaneous thunderous discharge . the first one . by the third , makes his head tip and turn , hand pulling the metal laying on his waistband but shoulders knocked back by strong vibration , one step closer to the staircase and the pink pistol dropped close to the entrance . actor moves rapidly to open the door , deflecting from the new sound of more shots but beams of blue and red lights invade through the window . door wide open , hands instinctively up but right arm loosely hanging ––– there's an aching to it . azure orbits , following when flynn leaves for last .  screaming for help as he jogs to his direction .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 red and blue lights come into field of vision, the sound of sirens ringing in her ears as swarms of cop cars and ambulances and before she could even process it, people are running towards her, getting athena into their arms and onto a stretcher. "i...i don't know what happened, me and my....julian found her passed out on the floor and then we heard screaming and shouting upstairs and i don't know what happened...he ran in....and there were gun shots...and....and...i don't know." she said, practically hyperventilating at this point as they watched her whisk athena into an ambulance, turning around when she saw flynn stumbling out covered in blood. "oh my god...." she choked out quietly, hand covering mouth. running towards the man as he collapsed into the driveway, she rolled him over onto his back, screaming for help from the ambulances as they began to gather around him and then came julian, walking out of the house with his hands up and without hesitation, she pushed through the crowd of cops running towards him, only freezing when she caught sight of his arm. "jul...." she said, gently grabbing his elbow as she looked at the spot, only to be pushed away from him as the emergency workers approach him and began working on him.

—   𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲   adrenaline rush and natural body painkiller by the release of endorphins to keep body under alert ; the sight of flynn widens azure hues to only increase heartbeat. fuck . he screams again , only now  , a grunt that vibrates in the back of his throat makes him fall to the side . up on his feet to jog back closer to the front door ,  dodging police officers and paramedics finally making sense of what happened but the question was : three shots got the bodyguard but the other three .... julian's gaze fall down to his body . untouched . but red marsala taint running down his sleeve tells otherwise . more importantly , the expression on his ex - wife's features that only makes julian pull away from the paramedics for a second . " hi , p " hands caressing the side of her face , brushing the hair out of her forehead before left arm pulls her into an embrace . ignoring the calls of the doctor . the pain could wait .

𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 paramedics are running around them, her eyes unable to focus on one thing, watching her sister getting wheeled into the ambulance, watching them pick flynn off the floor, watching the cops rushing into the house. so many questions rushing through persephone's head but as julian grabs the side of her face, teary eyes focus on him, thanking whatever higher being was looking out for them that he was okay, paramedics observing his right arm as they bandaged it up, letting him know that they'd just need to stitch him up once they got to the hospital. "hi." was all she choked out quietly, arms wrapping around his torso for a moment, face burying against his chest, only if for a moment before lifting her head, looking towards the ambulance athena was being loaded into before looking back at him. "ride with flynn, okay? he shouldn't be alone." she said with a shake of her head, hand momentarily cupping the side of his face, thumb brushing against the skin there before turning on her heel and making her way into the ambulance, sitting next to athena's stretcher as she took sister's hand in her own, squeezing it tight to make sure she knew that she was there. and she always would be.