#AND WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN!!!!!! its never my turn. 5 yrs in these stupid dorms and only one yr have i [redacted]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[ladysqueakinpip]

not me lying wide awake at 5:30am on a sunday on my day off bc after almost a full year I finally FINALLY realized the implication of the end of remember them from the cyclops saga

[minglana]

god you can so desperately tell that spring is here..... kill me now

[bet-on-me-13]

Dp X Injustice AU's

So, we have seen the frankly insane about of Dp x Dc AU's that have been spawned over the years. But I never really see any Injustice AU's

And then I thought, which Dp x Dc AU would you actually use for an Injustice AU?

Let me give some examples:

Justice League Member Danny: Danny is a part of the Justice League by the time Superman goes insane. He decides to step in when Shazam is nearly killed by Superman, but gets hurt himself in the process and is thrown in jail. This causes some of Superman's supporters to doubt him, since Danny is just a 16 yr old kid and Clark nearly killed him.

Danny is sill a Solo Hero: Danny is still just a Solo Hero from Amity Park in this. When Superman takes over the world, he goes to Amity to try and recruit Phantom. Danny refuses, and they butt heads. Danny eventually promises that he will continue to just act as a small time Vigilante in return for not joining Batman's side. This changes years later, when Superman is responsible for the death of Jazz Fenton.

Danny is a "Villain": Danny is seen as a Villain because he is a Ghost. At least, that's what the outside world thinks, but the situation in Amity is different. Danny has been seen as a Hero for years now, it's just the rest of the world that doesn't want to accept that fact. So when Superman takes over the world, and tries to execute every Villain, he goes after Phantom. Only for the Entire Town to try and stop him.

@little-pondhead Everlasting Trio Villain AU: So, take Little Pondhead's Villain AU and put it in the Injustice Universe. Danny can be the insane megalomaniac Villain he always wanted to be and not feel guilty because this is a Dictatorship. (Although it does remind him of Dan before his parole). He just has fun, messing with Superman, building insane crazy inventions, messing with Superman, enacting fun Villain plots, messing with Superman, and of course messing with Superman. Meanwhile Superman is just having a horrible time because there is just this random Villain, doesn't even seem to have powers, and he Just. Can't. Catch Him! Batman is looking for Fenton to recruit, meanwhile Fenton is literally here to Not be a Hero. It gets even worse when he brings in his Friends and Ellie.

Danny is the Ghost King: Danny is the Ghost King by now, and Batman's side try to Summon Him to deal with Superman during the whole "Super Pills" event. He shows up just in time to save Green Arrow, but isn't trong enough to kill Superman. He himself gets extremely injured in the process and gets forcibly summoned back to the Ghost Zone to be healed. Now the entire Dimension is gearing up to attack the Living World as revenge for their King being so hurt.

Old Man Danny AU: My own AU. Danny is still an Old Man just living in Gotham when Superman takes over. At one of his rally's to try and garner support and stop the rebellions, Danny stands up in the middle of the crowd and calls him out on all his Bullshit. This causes the whole crowd to start yelling at Superman, which in turn causes Superman to have a Homelander Moment. He kills Danny, who just laughs as he falls to the floor, and causes a riot. What Superman doesn't know, is that Danny was slated to ascend to Godhood at the moment of his Death, so now he has a God of Death chasing him to fulfill his "need to be avenged" urges (its like hunger pangs for ghosts)

Danny as a Medium: Danny is a Traveling Ghost Speaker, like the guy you pay $5 to pretend to speak to your dead loved ones, but he can actually speak to them. Superman is patrolling the world, just making the rounds now that he had conquered the Earth, and comes across Danny's Tent. He stops by in curiosity and asks to speak to his dead Wife. Danny asks if he really wants to put himself through that, but Superman insists. So Danny, instead of just speaking for the Ghost like normal, actually Summons Lois Lanes Ghost to talk to Superman. They have a heartfelt conversation about how it wasn't his fault, and how he shouldn't blame himself, but eventually they get to the topic of Clark talking over the world. She isn't proud, but understands if this is what it takes for him to be happy. She leaves, and Superman is left finally second-guessing himself for the first time in years. Because it doesn't make him happy. (*ahem* Danny still wants to be payed, soooo......)

[taahko]

I just found your blog today can you please explain or point out a post that explains the MASH timeloop thing? I love the show but I've never heard anyone talk abt it that way before

oh yay hurray ive been waiting for an excuse to talk about this lmao sorry this is long

ok so basically maeve (my gf) and i started watching mash for the first time about a month ago and we started joking about it being like the characters were stuck in a time loop mostly because the same basic episode format is repeated over and over, because it's a sitcom from the 70s and the episodes arent meant to be watched en masse where you can start noticing all the little repetitions and plot holes and inconsistencies that naturally occur in longform tv

but then i started to pay attention to the dates being mentioned in the show - famously the korean war never technically ended, but american troops were involved in active on the ground fighting between 1950 and 1953, so the entire 11 seasons of mash have to be squeezed into that three year period. with 251 episodes occurring within 1,129 days, that gives every episode about 4.5 days of real time. so it works right? no time loop right? well wait a sec

for the first 5 seasons or so of mash they give very consistent dates about when things are happening. for example, bj arrives in korea in september of 1952, at the start of season 4. colonel potter arrives about a week after him, and talks about how he has 18 months left before his retirement. that gives us about 7 months for the shows final 7 seasons to take place in, meaning that by the episode 'point of view' in season 7 we should be around december of 1952. in that episode the pov character starts writing a letter home and in the corner he writes the date:

september of 1951. ok, could be that this episode isn't meant to take place in the regular timeline of the season - maybe for some reason its just like, a random flashback episode. but bj, charles, and potter are all present, even though none of them got to korea until 1952. now i KNOW that this is not like, the True Hidden Secret Lore of MASH, this is the writers realizing they were running out of road and turning back the clock a bit to accommodate for how long the show was running on. but play in my time loop space with me please

more talking points:

consistent jokes about time zones and how difficult it is to call the states because "our today is their yesterday but if you call them now it might not reach them until our tomorrow and by that point our yesterday will be their today"

hawkeye's increasing mania over the seasons and his conviction that the war will never end, comparing the camp to dante's inferno multiple times. maeve once pointed out that the closer hawkeye comes to realizing that he's trapped in a time loop the closer he gets to being institutionalized - and what does the series finale cold open onto ? hawkeye in a mental institution. the only way out is to lose yourself etc. sidenote frank also escaped the time loop by going insane and getting institutionalized

in a war for all seasons bj potter and charles are all present at the 1951 new years party as well as the 1952 new years party

there are three christmas episodes, two of which bj is present for even though he should only have spent one christmas in korea

details of people's families and lives shift around - sometimes potter's got multiple grandchildren, sometimes he only has one, sometimes its a girl, sometimes its a boy, sometimes she's 5, sometimes he's 2

we're not the first people to talk about this either, here's a good video compilation posted a couple yrs ago of time loop moments

overall ive been using the time loop thesis to add another layer to my mash viewing experience. it increases the already present sense of constant dread, anger, frustration, and disgust with their situation that the characters feel, plus it feels like a very poignant take on the united states' constant warmongering and violent existence. it really never ends, it just goes on an on. the future's been canceled by the war department- we're just gonna replay the past.

[aphroditesmoon]

sea, swallow me (part II)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 3

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

a/n: if u can't swim irl its okay, me neither, thats why we have fanfics, to pretend we can.

taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart , @bellstwd , @dianxiaxiexie

♧♣︎♧

They'd all call you a liar and a child if you'd tell them that from where you're standing right now, inside of your father's study with Rhaena, you could hear the ocean waves vividly. You could feel them splash onto the sand as clear as it sounds in your ears.

But unfortunately, the enchanting sounds of the sea had been cut short once your father started to speak. "No." A short but loud enough answer to send shivers on your skin. "It doesn't have to be long, she could sail back here after a moon-"

"You wish her to leave for a whole moon?" He asks in a storm of a voice, silencing Rhaena. "I've kept her here for her own protection. You have no idea how much we've already compromised with the feast-"

"Then why have it at all?" The younger girl snaps, out of anyone's expectation. "Why go all the way for the damn feast just to lock her up again? Do you ever intended to ever let her see outside of Driftmark?" She challeges him boldly. He is quiet.

"And what of marriage? She is two and twenty. Will you ever wed her to anyone?"

You turn your face down, avoiding looks from either of them. "Never." You hear him whisper, too low for Rhaena's ears. "You don't understand anything, you are a child. "

"I am no child, and you shall not treat me as one! What will happen once you die? Who will she have then?" Corlys slaps his hand loudly againts the desk as he gets up. "That is enough, I'll have you here no more, go pack your things like you should. My answer is final." Rhaena opens her mouth to defy him again but pauses when she feels you pulling her by her arm. You gently lead her out the room and pressed a kiss by her temple before shutting the doors close.

You walk towards Corlys the same time you hear Rhaena walks away from the chamber. Your father eyes your movements, as if scared you'd jump him. "You think me cruel." He says matter of factly. You shook your head once you're in front of him. "I think you're irrational." The man sighs loudly at the sound of your voice and slumps himself on the chair.

"I can take care of myself." He raises a brow at you. "I don't doubt it. But these men, they- what if they started asking the wrong questions? What will you say then?"

You squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. "I'll say nothing. And I'll walk away."

"That's not good enough." The wind was howling so strongly that the curtains was flowing inside from the window. "It's good enough to me! Rhaena is right, I am trapped here, I have nothing, no purpose, no one who needs me." He nears you with a sadness in his gaze. "I need you." "No you don't." You roll your eyes. "In 5 days you'll leave to sail for god knows how many moons, and I'll be left alone again- and don't say I have Rhaenys, I do not."

Your father turns quiet again before turning his back from you. "I love you, and I know more than you do of this world. Leave and never ask me of this again."

You were stunned by his conclusion. A bitter laugh spills from your throat. "You're kidding me?" He says nothing.

"I ask for this one thing. One thing, and you can't even do this for me." You move towardd the door to leave him until he calls for you again. "Wait-"

You twist your neck to look at him, cheeks wet and eyes angry. "You were gone last night. Rhaena said she couldn't find you. At the same time Baela had trouble searching for Jacaerys-" you sigh loudly. "Are you really asking me what I think you are?" Your voice was hostile and mean. "I do not wish to make assumptions-"

"Then don't. I was in my chambers, I wasn't feeling well. And as for the prince, how would I know?" That seemed a good enough answer to satisfy Corlys as he asked nothing more before you slammed his door.

A cage was what these beautiful walls are to you. Once upon a time you had thought it enough. Now, you wanted more.

♧♣︎♧ what happened that night

The night of the feast was better than the eve of it. You weren't lying when you said that you've left to your chambers. You did for a good few minutes. Before you snatched your coat and slipped through the window.

Your feet was fast and strong, a swimmer's feet, Laenor once joked. A sharp pain attacked your chest. How peaceful the night sea was when everyone is inside. You could still hear the distant music and laughing crowds. It was beautiful.

The moon felt like a mirror as you stepped one foot at a time inside the water, walking towards the giant reflective shape. You slipped the coat over yourself, and then ducked into the water, swimming further and further before sinking down.

Jacaerys was slow. His hands were quicker, a knight's strength. His father once told him. He's not sure if it's true anymore.

He had hid behind the walls of the corridor that led to your room, waiting for you to leave. When he heard no sounds, he moved toward the stone railing that gives him direct view to the ocean. He sees something huddled on the sand, something that looked like your dress. So he doesn't think twice like he usually does and makes a quick escape down to the sea.

Once he's finally down to the sands, he jogs towards what he then confirmed are your clothes.

"My lady?" He calls out to nothing. There wasn't any sight of you anywhere. If you were swimming, how far could you have gone? "A pretty bad time to swim." He mutters to himself.

Picking up your dress, he puffes it and shook the sands out before swinging it over his shoulder. I'll wait. He tells himself. No one can swim underwater for that long.

So he does. Sitting down on the sand, he lets his eyes do the roaming, trying to spot you in the clear empty sea. Little waves were all there were for a while. Until soon a minute and two passes, and even the waves are dying down, he starts to worry.

Did you drown yourself? On purpose? Is that why this whole feast was held for? A last goodbye party before you killed yourself? He jumps up and throws your your dress off before taking his thickly sown clothes along.

Jacaerys is running into the water now, he's moving as fast as he can, searching through his left and right for any signs of you. The water was reaching his waist now, he takes a deep breath and dives in. He swims slowly, eyes wide open as he searches all around him. Once his lungs feels as though they've caught fire, he gives in and rises back up, coughing out water.

"My lady?" He yells slightly, still coughing. "My lady?" He tries again louder, walking further into the sea.

His heart was beating so fast he was sure it'd jump out. She's dead at the bottom of the ocean. Because you're too late.

His fingers were clenching at his side, shaking whilst also feeling the urge to punch someone. Once his breath has recovered themselves, he stares straight at the moon, and calls out for you again.

"My lady-" "Why are you yelling?" A voice beside him shouts.

Jacaerys jolts and turns to his left, taking in the view of your head above the water on his further left. "My lady." He gasps out, a relieved sigh leaving him.You watches as his body relaxes and he starts to walk towards you.

"What are you doing? Its half past midnight." He scolds you like a child, the strangeness between you both makes it feel worse, earning him a frown from you. "What's it to you?" You snapped, backing away from him when he's close. Jacaerys almost backs away when he remembers you were naked, but halts when he sees the white material covering you. "What- did you bring a coat? To swim?" Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to defend yourself but nothing came.

"It helps me swim." You decided finally.

He stares at you as if you're crazy. "Oh my god, I was right. You were trying to kill yourself." Your frown deepens and you raise your hand to slap his bicep before swimming further from him. "Why would I do that, you idiot? And what are you doing here? Following me and making accusations, I should tell my father of your behaviour." You yell louder at him.

He's startled by the confidence in your voice, a few minutes ago, he was certain you were mute, now he's been proven wrong. "You- you can talk." He breathes out, the realization hitting him late. "Why wouldn't you talk earlier?"

You shook off strands of your wet hair off your face. "Because I don't like talking to stupid men." Jacaerys bursts out laughing, againts his better judgement. "And such blatantly rude way of talking too!" He's bewildered by his discovery of you. "You think you're so funny? We'll see who's laughing when my father hears of this."

"I thought you tried to kill yourself! And with that heavy arse coat, you probably were. Have you tire of your life so much or did Dalton Greyjoy's annoying voice made you think the only way it could disappear from your memory is by death?"

He thought he'd done it then. Jacaerys was anything but courteous as the moment, but he had to ask, the whole situation was so amusing and bizarre that he had to. But then he notices your eyes squinting together whilst the frown had disappeared, and your lips were no longer pouting, it was grinning widely.

You were laughing. In fact, he's sure you could've woken up a deadly whale by your laugh. Not for how loud it was, but for how beautiful.

He's never heard anyone laugh like a melody. He understood now the songs he heard written of sirens luring sailors to their ends. For he'd drown there and then if you'd ask him to, with the same voice. You laughed again when you saw how stupidly he was smiling at you.

You're both in the deep waters, half naked with the moon at your feets. And you wondered if anyone had even noticed your disappearence or have wines made it's effect on them. "You're shirtless." You spoke then, after you've calmed down. His cheeks pinked as he puts on an annoyed face. "I- I was going to save you." You laughed again, right on his face as you finally swam closer.

"Alright, you can stop laughing now, we need to get back." You laughed louder, receiving a sigh from the young prince who finally gave up and moved toward the dry sands.

He snatched his clothing fast before putting it back on, squintinng at your floating head as you still stayed in the water. "Come on, get dressed." He tried to tell you as strict as he could sound. "I'm not changing in front of you, squid hands." His head jolts back at the insult. Were you calling him touchy or were you insulting his hands?

"Wha- you know, just- here's the dress, alright? I'll turn around."

He did as he said as you dressed yourself quickly and started walking to the castles without saying anything. The prince chases after you once he notices you've walked off, his footsteps making a mark on the sand. "What, no more talking?" You say nothing and shoved him off until he falls onto the sand when he tries to goad you.

Your face turns to your side as you try to hide your laugh when you hear him rolling off the grounds with a loud oof. "I'll get you for that-" he yells, voice sounding distant as you scrambled to the nearest stairs to your room, away from him.

♧♣︎♧

The first time you've been on a ship, was a few moons after you were claimed as Corlys' bastard. He wanted to see how you'd react to the sea. And his heart skipped when he sees how much you adored it and the ship. It was a sail to Kingslanding, you came with guards on your own, the queen's face was one so blurry, you can't recall how she looked like. But she was kind, despite the stern edge in her voice.

You were locked in a given chamber and had not seen or met anyone else besides the servants. Once time was up, you went back home with your father.

You never told him, or anyone. But being on that ship had brought back nightmares of your mother's death. Sailors were going mad that day. You were only 5, your mother and many other sea creatures had been caught by sailors. And not the usual ones.

Royal sailors.

They were more violent than the usual ones, they threw back many dead sea animals into the sea again. You presumed they weren't deemed good enough for the royalties. Your mother had disappeared for two days, she wasn't caught with the others and was instead snatched during her run from them. A singular harsh net pulled her up, and you saw the large but less noisy ship took her away from you.

When she finally came back, it was in the form of a corpse, and a woman. Her selkie coat was gone, and she had a straight line of a wound in between her chest. Dried up blood stained her along with your unseen tears.

If Corlys had known, he'd be much more insistent in seperatimg you fron the Targaryens, as it was their sigil on the ship.

But you were too young to be sure of what you'd seen, and too confused to point fingers towards anyone.

Evening had come, It was time for Rhaena to leave to Dragonstone with her family. You weren't going to send her off with your father as planned. You refuse to. That'll show him.

Dressed in your nightdress already, you groaned lowly when you heard a knock on the doors of your chambers.

You waited 10 seconds before walking up to answer it, counting with your fingers so you wouldn't seem desperate or too quick to accept your father's apology.

You almost flinch when the door opens to reveal Daemon Targaryen. He looks as confused as you are as he takes in your already sleepy appearance. "Why aren't you dressed to go yet?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Ah." Daemon relaxes and hia knowing smirk returns to his face. "He purposely didn't tell you, that old cow. I've talked to your father, he's allowing you to come."

You continue to stare at him dumbly. Was he trying to kidnap you without your father's knowing. "I speak the truth when I tell you, he said yes. I also speak the truth when I say that the ship is leaving soon and you have barely half an hour to get dressed and packed."

Your eyes widen at the time given and spared him no thanks before you slam the door on his face and rush to your closet.

Was that all it took? A few insults (probably) from the rogue prince to get him to surrender? It didn't matter. You were leaving this box of a life, and you were going to make friends out of these people.

When the sharp memory of Jacaerys' face flashes on your mind. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to forget him. Soon enough after seeing his face on a daily, you'll tire of him. You're sure of it.

[lekeyeh24]

If your comfortable with it could you write 42!miles and black widow reader 'enemies to lover's ' type of thing but what if in another dimension they are older and have kids and those kids getting in dimension 42. They are twins and 15 but just them being confused couse "why were our parents so mean to each other when they were our age"

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ofc thanks for the ideas guys i love it please send me all your guys ideas and i will totally write them as soon as possible!💕

earth 42 miles morales x fem black/Latina reader enemies to lovers

Miles pov

I was walking up the stairs when I felt someone bump into my left solder as I looked up to see who the hell bumped into me I realized it was y/n I rolled my eyes and said “watch where your going you need glasses or sum damn” you see me and y/n NEVER got along it was because when we were younger she stole my juice box from me and drank it as I was CRYING so I pushed her and she pushed me and we got into a fight (yall they were both 5✋🏼😭) after our moms broke us up we both yelled at the same time “I HATE YU” and that how we hate each other.

y/ns pov

“me? watch where your going dickhead you the one whos in my way” Miles gets on my nerves and always starts something. while youbwere both arguing his mom mrs. rio yelled “BOTH OF YU ENOUGH. Miles, ¿qué te pasa? y tú/n, ¿qué te pasa?, solías estar tan cerca ahora, mirad todos, solo prepárate, estamos cenando en el apartamento y/ns, date prisa antes de que la comida se enfríe.” you both stared in shock as miles mom had went into my apartment door. We both looked at each other just then I lightly shoved him out of my way he glared at me as I walked passed but i didnt care i went into my apartment door miles following not far after me.

no ones pov

as the night when on miles and y/n were in her room doing what their moms had asked them to do get along but oh no they were arguing in her room as well until this big hole came out of no where and they hadn’t realized that two 15 yr old twin boys had came out from the portal looking right at them.

miles pov

me and y/n were arguing when all of a sudden we heard a voice called out from in her room, we kept arguing think that it was one of our moms talking or something when in reality it was theses two twin boys in the room

Carters pov (one of your twins)

“mom dad?” I said two the two people standing infront of us “nah thats not them they look our age and they are arguing.” cameron said also joining the conversation the two who were arguing snaped their heads towards us in confusion. In fear y/n went behind miles while miles just looked at them funny, the two twins who were in the room laughed at their parents faces.

y/ns pov

“w-who are yall?” I asked in confusion , they both looked at each other them back at us and said “we are your sons from a different universe” they both said at the same time “what the fuck” miles said.

no ones pov

after sitting down and telling miles and y/n everything miles and y/n soon turned red in embarrassment. they had both realized that they were married and had kids together and that they were in love. when the two twims went back to their universe it was different for y/n and miles they got closer when the days went by and miles finally asked y/n to be his gf. You both lived a happy with with one another and had two handsome baby twin boys named carter and Cameron.

THAT WAS IT IK IT WAS SHORT BUT ITS CUS I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON OTHER REQUESTS AND IVE BEEN GETTING TO TIRED TO WRITE FOR YALL BUT DW I AM BOUT GET ACTVIE THIS WEEKEND AND WRITE LIKE 3-4 POST FOR YALL TO READ ABT SRRY MY LUVS💕.

[platonicallylovesick]

Some more "ppl defending Mrs. Bakugo" crimes against my mental wellbeing

People on titok are genuinely insane oml

"It's not abuse tho abuse is where its mentally and emotionally affecting the child's well being. and i think Bakugo is completely fine since thats his family's love language." GURL WHAT. GURL. DID YOU WATCH THE SAME SHOW?? IS BAKUGO DEVELOPING A CRIPPLING INFERIORITY COMPLEX AT THE AGE OF 6 NOT AFFECTING HIS WELLBEING???

"this is just for comedy... plus Bakugo is a brat and needs to be slapped sometimes" literally no child *NEEDS* to be slapped. the 16 yr old boy does not NEED to be slapped and esp not in front of his teachers who he genuinely looks up to and respects? ESP NOT WHILE BEING TOLD HE'S THE REASON THAT THEY NEED TO BE MOVED INTO DORMS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

"They're just messing around, have you never had a good relationship with your mother?" I have a lovely relationship with my mom, and there is a SOLID different between being lightly and playfully smacked on the shoulder during a lighthearted conversation AND BEING HIT ACROSS THE HEAD WHILE BEING YELLED AT TO SHUT UP IN FRONT OF *MY ONLY IDOL*

"Plus lets not forget in the earlier seasons this dude was a BULLY plus if you look at Bakugo he isnt even phased by her words he's just mad cuz she hit him. also if you watch the rest of the episode, Mitsuki says to All Might and Aizawa to take care of Katsuki and shows worry for him" oh so there's plenty to unpack here! First up. I WONDER WHY HE WAS A BULLY? I WONDER WHERE THAT 5 YEAR OLD LEARNED THOSE BEHAVIORS?? IT WASNT FROM ALL MIGHT VIDEOS, I PROMISE YOU THAT ?! Next up: "he isnt even phased, he's just mad she hit him." Bbg if you're told you're trash even just once a week for at least a year, you will stop reacting to it every time, in the moment. that does not change the mental stress it puts on you. Now add in the factors of "its def more than just once a week," "that is his MOTHER," "He's already immensely guilty about the situation," and "HE IS A CHILD." Then we have, "He's just mad she hit him." YOU'RE TELLING ME. YOU WOULD NOT BE UPSET. IF YOU WERE HIT BY YOUR MOTHER. IN FRONT OF *ANYONE* YOU RESPECT. LET ALONE THE LITERAL SYMBOL OF PEACE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE HIT BY *YOUR* MOTHER IN FRONT OF FUCKING IRON MAN?!

Last but MOST CERTAINLY not least: "She shows worry for him." Babe imma hold your hand in an white knuckle grip when i tell you this. I don't think you've ever been abused in your life. Because you do know that most abusers don't wake up thinking "MAN today will be a great day to torment my only son," right? She doesnt think she's abusing him. She's just doing what comes natural to her. She isnt reflecting on what effect her actions have had on her kid, she's the mother so ofc she's in the right and she loves her son so clearly the problem is his peers praising his powers too much, I cant possibly be to blame because i love him! She doesn't think about how its affecting him at all. Hell, it could even be a cycle bc honestly it already is one. When Katsuki is faced with unruly children he correctly identifies that there's some kind of lead kid (because he was a lead kid at that age, he was a problem child), and then HIS SOLUTION IS TO PHYSICALLY FIGHT THE KIDS, USING THE JUSTIFICATION THAT THAT WAS HOW HE WAS RAISED AND IN HIS OPINION HE TURNED OUT FINE.

This is actually a trap I've fallen into myself, I have recommended a little more tough love against my little siblings because I was treated much more harshly at that age than they are now. I WAS NOT IN THE RIGHT. KATSUKI IS NOT IN THE RIGHT. THIS IS HOW MALTREATMENT CHANGES A CHILD'S MIND. THIS IS HOW IT WARPS OUR VIEW OF THE WORLD AROUND US. Unless he gets some serious SERIOUS help, he will carry these experiences with him for the rest of his life. He might become just as terrible a parent as his mother.

His behavior is not his fault. He is a CHILD. A MINOR. If he was in his twenties and has experienced life firsthand and he was still being a bully for no reason or being physically violent with minimal to no provocation, I would agree that he needs a serious wakeup call. Still wouldnt agree with hitting him, but like yeah he's an adult, his prefrontal cortex is fully developed, he should be self reflecting. But AT SIXTEEN. HE IS A CHILD, A LITERAL CHILD. THIS KIND OF HOUSEHOLD ENVIROMENT IS ALL HE FUCKING KNOWS. IT IS THE RESULT OF HOW HIS PARENTS RAISED HIM, WHICH WAS TOXIC, ABUSIVE, AND EMOTIONALLY NEGLECTFUL.

Shoutout to the one guy in that comment section fighting for his life making good points as to the fact that YES Mitsuki is the fucking issue.

[yermes]

PAC: 🍁

School started for me and starbies just came out with their seasonal fall flavors so even though I am a victim of broke college student fevar I went to starbs bc whats $15 when yr already in a fuck ton of debt. So I went to starbs with my roomie to get some PSLs. But while we were there one of the baristas was just losing their absolute fucking mind at another barista who was just trying to help these young highschoolers not be late. Like???? Screaming at her not to touch anything and she can’t fucking jump the line my heart literally broke. If I had any money like fucking dollar bills I would have given them to her. Like so fucking awful. But honestly so many people are under appreciated. I literally spend my life taking care of people who claim that. “They only think of others, and they never put themselves first, or I am JUST SUCH A CARE TAKER.” But when push comes to shove they’re no where to be found. A READING FOR MY UNDER APPRECIATED MOTHER FUCKERS SO YOU KNOW HOW LOVED AND VALUED YOU AREEEE.

(I know most of you are mystics who wish to be the most esoteric babe in the mystic forest, who has to work a 9-5 so this is for youu)

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Nine of Wands (Reversed) 🧸

Yesod, Lord of Great Strength, Moon in Sagittarius, 10°–20°. Angels Yirthiel and Sahiah

You are putting something off in so you can help others. Something is being delayed. You are intentionally abstaining from something which in turn is causing you to spiral. Maybe your ass is working the rush shift everyday and your coworkers are assholes and you cannot bare to leave that anxious toxic ass mess. However, you owe it to yourself to find a better environment. People don’t leave because the security of which is offered but are you actually secure or are you comfortable in your mistreatment?

find people who will do better and will work with you and match your energy.

Futility 🪒

Moon 3. In Aquarius, Netzach in Air, seven of swords

The seventh suit. A notably unlucky suit. You have been backed into a corner and you need to get your way out. Now this isn’t a gun fight its a fight of wits. You need to use your cleverness to escape. Honestly, maybe a toxic friend or person you know led you down a dark path? Maybe you got love bombed so hard and led with the promise of love and compromise you fell so hard and breaking every bone on the way down. Be safe. Get out of there

Back rooms level RUN!

Fortitude (Reversed) 🫁

Daughter of the Flaming Sword, Teth, Serpent

Damn bitch you gave so much of yourself you became ill and have been weakened SEVERELY. You are also getting resentful which is hard. Like you said you were this strong ass bitch who could do anything. So you did everything and now you have egg on your face. Some athletes get trained so hard and so extreme they die. You’ve been giving so much mentally and emotionally you weakened yourself. You wouldn’t workout till death why would you give so much till failure?

Make room for yourself and forgive yourself.

The Star 💫

Jupiter in Aquarius, Chokmah to Tiphareth, Air

Its the hope that guides us all. You have such a deep well of love in that little heart of yours. The way its telling you to go is the right one. However, an off putting aspect is there may be part of the code thats got a bug, which makes your hopeful manifestations plagued by illusions. Live in the moment. Be confident of nature and your gut. Somethings may not be clear now but day by day and little by little you will find out more and more.

Take care of yourself and protect your peace

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Story/vent: once again athlete student life os difficult and I am shoving this reading in so that I can feel productive. Plus I love yo do it!

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[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

re parent regret article.... recently got my mom to admit she and my dad are deeply unhappy and the only reason they got married and had kids (in their early 20s, and it has dictated every moment of their lives since) is because it was what was expected of them and they felt like it was just the thing to do ... its very upsetting to think of how unhappy and unfulfilled my parents are but at the same time its kind of freeing because I understand a lot of their actions better now and their inability to raise us and give me the care I needed. this year I am older than my parents were when they had my oldest sibling and I kind of feel like im older than them now because theyve never fully grown past that point at least not as individuals. ya I suppose everyone has their paths in life and it all fits together and works and means something but it is very sad to realize your childhood was painful because your parents were really just not suited to be parents and couldn't have done any better. im trying to not be weighed down by their lack of self actualization and to be an example for them by manifesting my life in the way I want despite them being upset by it, and to encourage them to become real people now that theyre 60.. umm ya sorry your inbox has become my therapy sessions recently it just feels so much better to confess these things anonymously and write it all out to someone instead of trying to explain to someone face to face and have it deal with their responses. plus i think u understand a lot of my issues although objectively our lives are quite different! anyway yeah hope you have a nice day!!!! xoxo 2012 :3

ilu <3 i relate to much of this i will detail my thoughts below , im glad my inbox can be of use to u i believ The Confessional is a very necessary function in society it can be so transcendent to get something off your chest w/o having to affect your personal life in any way ^^ and i did have a super nice day ty i hope u did too..<3 :readmore:

it is really crazy to think about the pressure ppl face to start families , seems to be less prevalent now but yeah even 20-30 yrs ago it was just, What You Do.. for my parents, they were in love, and i think they rly did want kids, they were together for 5 years before doing it they planned it out, i DO believe they were soulmates. but then once the reality set in idrk there was just this disconnect. my dad was the more nurturing parent, and he had kids from a prior marriage so he knew wat he was in for, i think he missed my brothers a lot so he had perspective. i assume anyway. but he was also major alcoholic which i thought was normal for so long (in england it is i spose). that took up a lot of his time. i know so little about him or his inner workings its quite torturous to me lol.

and my mom is still alive but i know so little about her too, other than stuff i learned thru drunken outbursts. when i try to ask her anything remotely personal or emotional now she stonewalls me so hard :/ she's always just been closed. her childhood was Horrific tho like both her parents were still minors when she was born, her mom is a WW2 orphan and her dad was a delinquent forced to enlist in the navy instead of being sent to juvie. all the stuff she HAS revealed to me abt her life is absolutely bats**t. its awful like i genuinely can not feel a single morsel of bitterness towards my mom knowing wat she's been thru.

that being said i WAS extremely angry at her for a big portion of my life its been a journey to unravel. but at this point i feel so much forgiveness idek how i got here or when. but i love her unconditionally! i also feel that my moms self actualization was rly stunted, not even by having kids but by my dads death, and being left with these kids she has to care for alone, oh god if i try to imagine how she felt it turns my insides to stone. like it really fractured her soul and made existing problems spiral out of control. although that being said she is doing WAY better now in comparison to the past, im rly proud of her. when we talk i try to always encourage her like u say..

really the best medicine is being able to zoom out and view the big picture of Life, not just your life but how all our lives fit together, when you zoom out you can spot the patterns find the order in the chaos. for ages n ages i cldnt understand the reason everything in my life was hell while all these other ppl i knew seemed to have it so normal. Nowadays i can understand how it lead me here, the trajectory and timing of everything, it brought me a lot of EXPerience i can use to help others..Even just by having this blog where i can talk about vulnerable topics , ppl tell me it helps them, i begin to see a new sense of value in my endured sufferings. if i feel like im healing someone that heals me ..

thanx for the msg :] ermm i hope my response dont come off as traumadumping or something LOL i write this all with a matter-of-fact tone in mind. just explaining some stuff for anyone who may need it. hope u have a good night 2012-chan keep shining bright for your family.. <3pmd9

[omamervt]

So there was a post that was shared a couple days back talking about how People are talking about Godot and completely ignoring Unreal and that the reason for that was because Unreal could easily decide to do the same thing in the future if Unity makes good money off it, even if they implode afterwards.

I apparently didn't bookmark it because I was gonna reply to them directly but now I can't find it so... of course that's how it go. But anyway, while I can't say this with 100% confidence, I don't think we have to worry about Unreal following suit, and citing that as the reason Unity devs specifically are switching to Godot feels like a complete misread of the room to me.

Unity supporters always preferred it to Unreal because of how lightweight it is out of the box, and because it supported more than one programming language. In the same way Unreal makes it easy for an artist with little programming knowledge to jump in and start making a game, Unity allowed Programmers with little artistic sense to jump in and start in a way that Unreal actively gets in the way of.

Also, In order to make a game in Unreal for low target hardware, there are a million settings and features you have to go in and turn down or shut off completely, and if you want it to run on a Windows XP-era laptop, you'd basically need to rewrite the shaders in the source code. Unity's the engine you used if you want to be able to show Grandma what you do for a living. Grandma will basically never be able to run an Unreal game. Incidentally, Unreal also requires more of the computer running it, so it requires a much larger hardware investment upfront.

At the moment, Godot is as lightweight as Unity was, even if that's partially because it's missing a ton of features due to how new the engine is. THAT's why there's such a conversation surrounding Unity to Godot. Anyone who needed Unreal is already using Unreal, and existing Unreal devs aren't exactly affected by something Unity's doing.

COULD Unreal decide to copy the Unity per-download model down the line? Yes, and there'd be little any indie dev could do to stop it. But that's the thing - People love to say Epic got as big as they did due to Fortnite, and that may be partially true, but realistically, Epic Games gets a cut of the sales from nearly every AAA bestseller from the past decade, and increasingly, that includes foreign games. Do you really think all those major corporations, many of whom still also own and maintain in-house engines, would hesitate to drop Epic if they decided they were going to implement a similar per-install fee? You think it's bad for the indie who sold tens of thousands of copies and earned $200K? How do you think the Square Enixes and the RGGs and the Respawns and the BioWares who sell tens of millions and clear $200M+ are gonna feel seeing that $2M+ fee get tacked on when Epic's already getting 5% of every sale? No, it's not gonna affect their bottom line as much, but at that level, they HATE paying other people! Just on principle!

AAA studios would also collectively have the power to say, "yeah, we're not paying that for games made before that went into place" and Epic absolutely could not afford to take each and every one of them to court.

Again, could still happen, would still be devastating for the indies affected, Wouldn't even put it past Epic to implement a different policy for its existing corporate partners, I'm just saying, I have my doubts.

And that's also in part because Unreal's royalty model is less hostile than Unity's to begin with. As far as I can tell, Unity expects you to upgrade to their pro plan when your game makes $100K, which is currently $2.5K-4.5K/yr, on top of the per-install fee. A clean royalty would have been less painful. Unreal, on the other hand, doesn't start collecting their 5% royalty fee until after your game's made $1M, and I've seen estimates saying the runtime fee could amount to a 15% royalty, all said and done. Again, all subject to change at the whims of people who don't care about us in the slightest, but Unity has been making itself more expensive to use for mid-budget games over the past few years anyway. Unreal has not followed suit.

I cannot stress enough here, I do not believe Epic is on your side. There's just a LOT of additional factors to consider which makes the likelihood of them copying Unity's ill-advised fee seem pretty slim.

[kimtaegis]

oh wow i'm so jealous you met people on here and click with them. it feels like even when me and people are into the same thing, i can never "fit" in. no matter what fandom i've been in, it's always been like this and it's no different with army *sigh* but i'm also very jealous you can see and hangout with people as you wish. i'm in my mid 20s but i still live at home, and i'm struggling to coordinate when would be best for me to meet someone ive known for 5 yrs (because i don't like my family to be in my business and i never really go out & if its not with a certain friend, they feel uneasy etc) i really do feel like a child. doesn't help slap on that i can't drive. and i feel like if we don't meet soon, they'll feel a way cause they've been constantly asking but i literally have no life? i don't go out and idk what to do, and idk how to make it happen without feel so uncomfortable if they want to know my business. i just feel suffocated ;-;

hmm this does sound complicated and I don’t know if it’s my place to give you any advice (if you even want any in the first place!)… my first thought just was: I do think you “have a life”, you have a friend that wants to meet you, there’s someone who cares about you so much they want to spend time with you, that’s pretty great isn’t it? and I hope that in those 5 years of friendship you already trust this person enough to be honest with them and tell them you’re a little scared of you both getting uncomfortable, that you’re unsure how to handle this whole meeting each other thing. why not try to figure it out together? that’s what friends are for, right? to make you feel at ease. if you want it you’ll find a way, and if you don’t want to, then that’s alright too!! just tell them, always be honest, both with yourself and the people you love. I know this anxiety can be a lot, but I can tell from experience that in 99% of the cases, taking the leap and getting yourself in a new situation (with someone you have a good feeling about!) turns out just alright. and it would also make your life more exciting!! so two birds with one stone! something has to happen for your life to change, it’s the only logical thing. you won’t ever click with someone if you don’t even try to actually do it! 😉🫂🤍

[blueiight]

The biggest WTF for me is when book fans are like well Louis is a liar in the books about why xyz didn't happen in the show and I'm like well if he's lying about everything then why am I watching this show?? are you gonna retell the entire first season with what really happened? cause I feel like the show is wasting my time then.

Any and all Lestat propaganda is lost on me. Anytime someones like well in the books he's not like this, I'm like I dont care that's not what he's like on the show so stfu.

Also I have no fucking clue what ppl are talking about with daniel + armand most of the time like I don't understand how the fuck s1 hints at anything other than an adversarial relationship at the moment.

im assuming ur the same anon as here..

and its like yeah its obvious some things didnt happen the way they did cuz its louis’s point of view & we will get another look at certain scenes but if the whole season is a total lie thats a waste of tv lol. granted the book iwtv narrative is more straightforwardly dark. theres no two interviews theres just one interview in the 70s (which was contemporary. iwtv published in 1976) .and the most that’s ‘contradicted’ in that imo is.. of course getting lestat’s point of view and all but also. ok. so you know how in the show lestat kills the tenor and clicks out on louis saying embrace what you are? in the book, lestat did the same thing but it was w/ these sex workers/prostitutes instead. in tvl lestat is like well actually these women were robbing the seamen so i wasnt the bad guy. this is actually why i think show lestat is nicer than book lestat! not rly cuz he did the same shit to lily. seriously tho book and show les were twins separated at birth and sent off to different universes imo. & in the book louis links w/ lestat whos bog body down bad holding a child and turning his back on him its irony its melodrama and we’re never sure if that scene actually happened. according to les well it didnt and louis was just a drama queen embellishing. thats what louis is, a drama queen embellishing things LOL. & the suspicion around armand is warranted like hes a powerful vampire with an adeptness in the mind gift, but he also loves lestat + his form of showing that is yandere crazy af aka torturing the people lestat cares about if not beating and tormenting lestat himself and its like..armand would do some shit like that hes crazy but itd be a bit boring if all of s1 was a big lie ?. let all the yaoi be problematic! i def think that theres some freaky shit going on between armandxlouis… the 1x07 reveal was like heyy danny ik i just checked out 5 seconds ago but i went from a bad bf to worse :3 the snake sheds his skin as ive dubbed it. i thought armand was rashid tvc until i seen the marius painting and the reveal had me sooo hype. the finale is the biggest divergence in the book besides the obvious changes (race, era, certain scenes etc etc) the fact that theres 2 interviews and that armand x louis are together in the modern day. in the book armand broke up with louis just before the interview, tried to mack on bog body struggle bus lestat and when all that failed he went to fuck w/ daniel. daniel was named in the third book finally and he was revealed to be w/ armand to have this crazy psychosexual bdsm worldwide cruising (well. armand watching danny fuck) blood airtagging romance rigmarole for a few yrs post interview cuz armand wanted someone to teach him what being human was like again and daniel wanted a demonic satanic zaddy. i am the devil’s minion (title chap drop!) armand’s put in a situation where he has to turn a dying 32 year old (book) daniel into a vampire. in the show clearly, daniel is old now but hes dying still. s1 doesnt show much so i can get why ur confused but in later seasons the nature of all their relationships between show armandxlouis , daniel & what happened and how theyll adapt the axd dynamic will be clearer to us all. i just think ppl r too committed to particular fan theories or takes rn. the ennui of being into an ongoing adaptation

[lolishdes]

Soooo after reading part 2 of the story i fell asleep and gawd dayum when i woke up i suddenly had an idea well more likely my brain created a plot, so the plot goes like this

The divorce was processed and now the reader is successfully out of diluc's clutches (tho the divorce created so many backlash but that doesn't matter anyways so-) and after some therapy and comfort from Alhaitham they are now a couple, 5 years later the reader was sitting in a park bench (lol cliché i know) and suddenly someone approached her lo and behold it was diluc (oh my gawd so effin clichéééééé) he was like "y/n is that you?" (Like bish use your eyes) and the reader was like "oh it's you, good afternoon mr.ragvindr" and diluc asked if he can sit beside reader and the reader said ok and then diluc proceeds to ask how they've been and the reader said that they've been happier after the divorce and the reader also proceeds to ask the same and made a remark that diluc must've married jean after the divorce and that he also has a family that he's been dreaming about because jean also revealed that she's pregnant after they got divorced and diluc answered "actually no i did not continue my relationship to jean because she cheated on me with my half brother, kaeya and she's pregnant with his child" and then you said "oh that's so sad, well maybe that's your karma(lol not me being petty), I'm just kidding" and then diluc laugh's and said that it's alright and that he agrees that maybe it is his karma for what he did to you back then, and then he proceeds to tell you that he's been looking for you and that he's sorry for what he did and that he regrets it (yeah BS i know) and that if you wanted to start over again and some other cliché shit like that, you stood up and was about to answer his disgusting question when you suddenly felt something wrapped up around your waist and then you heard "mommy!, we're sorry that we made you wait" and then followed up by "yes we're sorry my love, there was a kid throw a tantrum because the ice cream that he wanted was out of stock" and when you turned around it was AlHaitham carrying nahida (the youngest 3yrs old) and the one who's hugging you is yaoyao(the oldest 5 yrs old), Alhaitham noticed diluc's presence and he looked at diluc and said that why is he here and what does he want from you but diluc was not listening as he has his focus on yaoyao, and yada yada yaoyao is the child of diluc and since that I'm petty yaoyao knows what his father did and refuses to acknowledge him as her father and that her only father is Alhaitham and that made diluc more miserable and ofc diluc tried to take yaoyao through court but that didn't happen because Haitham is a lawyer a smart one at that and diluc lost the case and now he miserable for the rest of his life lol

I actually wanna write the full details but my braincells suddenly reduced from 100 to -1 so yeah HAHAHAHA i know that this shit is cliché AF but hear me out-💀 btw i stalked your acc and dayum i love how you write your smuts😩🫶

HAHHAHA no no its okay if they can be cliche, just speak your heart out! And yes I did somewhat have a similar idea to what you have! A happy ending for Reader and Haitham, but as for Diluc and Jean? I don't have a definite ending for them, actually I'd rather they just erase themselves and stay away from Reader and Haitham's lives.

Reader already had enough shit coming from Diluc and Jean, its her time to just move on and look at the future she and Haitham would share. But id definitely give an ending wherein those two get their karma for what they’ve done.

But anyways you guys can interpret what happens to Reader and Haitham in anyway you all want! After all, although Haitham dropped the love bomb, reader never explicitly said she loves him back too so 👀 ooohh drama~ HAHA Just know that theres no definite ending that I give in these stories so you guys can brain rot away haha (Also there a low chnace for a part 3, but we'll see. I want to focus on other works thats why hehe)

Also eeepp!! You checked my other works? 🥺 I am so glad to hear that, expect more in the future then! 💕

[vox-fantasma]

hi hi! happy new yr .. for the book ask 3, 4, 10, 12 !!

happy new year king! thank you for the ask :)

3. top 5 books of the year

gonna be honest and say that i don’t know when any of the books i read come out, i just read them whenever. so im just gonna take ‘of the year’ and just assume it means ‘read this year’

- severance by ling ma. it’s that post that correctly said zombies should have more resemblance to the people they used to be, but taken as a premise. local woman works her corporate soul-sucking job all through the apocalypse. what do you do when the whole world turns into remnants of themselves and your life stays the exactly the same? what does that say about you? great fucking stuff, 10/10, read it in a day and spent the week in a daze.

- the golden compass by philip pullman. this was a re-read but it’s so good i had to put in on here. it’s pretty rare that the first book in a series ends up being the best one (not to say that the second and third are bad by any means), but this dude is just so good at writing willful little feral twelve year old girls who just want to eat hot chip and lie. lyra silvertongue my beloved.

- lincoln in the bardo by george saunders. not gonna say anything much about this one because the best way to read it is to go what the fuck is going on??? every three sentences. made me care a bit more about life.

- portrait with keys by ivan vladislavić. this one is a bit of a niche pull, but it’s a series of loosely connected vignettes of an author and his life in johannesburg. it’s so technically perfect and lyrically beautiful that sometimes i read a little snippet and i have to put the book down and say wow that is so technically perfect and lyrically beautiful. this guy loves his city so much.

- and soon i heard a roaring wind by bill streever. nonfiction about the history of wind and weather forecasting. sounds boring, you say? well what if i said it’s really well-researched and gracefully presented. and also intercut with his experience of buying a half-a-century old sailboat to go out to deep sea with only his wife and a few weeks of sailing school for company. to learn about wind. he’s nuts, he’s good at writing, and i love this book.

4. did you discover any new authors you love this year?

george saunders has a couple of short stories online that i really like, and while i knew vaguely of him i hadn’t read anything of his until lincoln in the bardo. will definitely be checking more of his stuff out

10. favourite new release of the year?

well in 2023 i read the brothers karamazov which is written by this great guy fydor dostoyevsky, who is totally slay and remains eternally relevant to modern society.

yeah i checked through my storygraph and i didn’t read any books released on the same year. sorry

12. any books that disappointed you?

i don't usually start reading books with a lot of expectation, so none of them really disappointed me that much. i will say that i read middlegame by seanan mcguire on a 17-hour flight, and while it the writing was pretty good, i didn't think it really led to anywhere? there wasn't so much a climax, just a constant teasing of something that never actually got explained or resolved in the end. i know its a series, but like. at least give me something. i liked the little chapter inserts of the fake fantasy book the best, and the rest was just m- the rest was just mi- middl- *gunshot*

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 72- The Raven

Summary: 5 days till Halloween. Josie's dreams resume in the same old befogged manner but with one's identity becoming clear. The predicted snowstorm makes a preterm introductory guise during the witching hours. As the sun rises, it becomes apparent that the Mirkwood gang are going to be stranded for an undetermined amount of time in Lestat's not so humble abode. Everyone meets with the dark prince to discuss the precarious situation. Lestat shamelessly pushes Thranduil's yandere button. An unwelcomed compromise is offered to Josie that her mother takes sides with. Caroline and Lestat clash and she intentionally opens her big mouth knowing the repercussions it will hold. A dirty little secret could foresee an impending vampire war. Tensions soar between the occupants when Josie demands the truth, until the truth walks in.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

             Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Just before dawn of day 2 inside the walking dead's lion den aloft the southern Dorwinion suburbs, your dreams continually confounded you. This time though...it shifted to something irrelevant, but was it really? You were in an archaic library but why was a mystery. Something drew you in as your fingers traced over the dusty hardbacks.

Humming of an unrecognizable female traveled from around the corner. As you peeked from the end of the bookcase, there loafed a red haired girl in a victorian dress flipping through the pages of a book and began to read aloud.

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Nameless here for evermore."

She eerily looked up at you, sensing your presence. There was something about her cobalt eyes you couldn't place. Fiendish possibly. "Josephine. We finally meet. It seems you have come for answers yes?" You stood frozen at the uncanny resemblance she carried of your younger self at 20 yrs maybe? She stood up and walked towards you carrying a different book and laid it upon a table. Her hand caressed over it. "It will only appear and open for a true witch. It holds all of our secrets and magic." Our? you thought. Who was this girl? You glanced down at the brown leather bound relic that contained only a symbol on the front of a Phoenix, a mystical bird of fire. Haldir had told you in Laketown that some refer to a dragon as such.

As soon as you touched it, it opened and released beams of light.

Muffled music began to play...Crimson and Clover, the song from a previous dream you had. Then a voice arose from it. One you would never forget. "My Jo...seek the truth and you shall find me there."

"Daddy?" you called out to the voice that belonged to your father. Your eyes targeted every corner of the room but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Some are men...." his former words of your childhood then echoed all around you.

Your hand began to tingle and you held it up. A flame arose from your palm releasing a vibrant fiery butterfly that whispered to you. "You my dear, were made for wild magical things." You knew this male voice also and those recent words.

The butterfly then morphed into a person who was concealed inside a black cloak. "Who are you!!" you shouted.

The being ceased at your demanding voice, then turned and revealed his identity....

"Narcisse!" you gasped as you jolted awake. It wasn't enough to awake your sleeping King after last night's extensive rendezvous in the bath so you crept out of bed to conjecture with what you just saw.

The butterfly birthmark on his wrist...his magnetic electrifying touch...his knowing...his reaction to seeing you...was it true? Was he a witch? And why were you dreaming of him?

It was still dark outside as you gravitated to the window and the chilling howl of the wind that penetrated the glass reminded you of stormy nights as a child. The Wizard of Oz always frightened you during the tornado scene and you would have nightmares of a witch flying outside your bedroom window. How similar to your life now. You went from a dark storm into a magical world of color just as Dorothy had that was now filled with witches and seemingly only one was wicked. How ironic that Haldir and your mother made innuendos yesterday pertaining to that movie.

This dark storm was of the physical sense though. Blustery bands of snow blocked any vision beyond the glass, except for the girl in your dream floating outside of it peering in at you making a rap tap tap upon it as she wore an impish smile. "Thranduil!!" you shouted and jumped back when you saw it. He swiftly sat up and flickered his eyes at the whiteout.

"My love, what is it??"

"A...uh...I...saw..she...." You struggled for words and flung your head back to the window with big eyes but she was gone. Your focus reluctantly went back to the blizzard like conditions. "Nevermi.....I......Thranduil this is bad! I mean, I could sense a storm brewing but not like this. How will we be able to go home??" He came and stood by you in front of the full bodied opening, stark naked. Not that anyone could see him nor would his proud confident ego care if they could. Thranduil had every right to feel pleased in all his bare glory for it certainly was a most splendid view.

"We will just have to wait it out. You almost froze to death on your journey here. I will not risk your life nor our daughter's." You were sure his passive aggressive remark was unintentional but it made you feel like shit because that is exactly what you had done by coming there.

He quickly realized his impulsive choice of words hurt you. "My love, I did not mean.." You kissed him mid sentence.

"I know." you smiled and stroked his cheek. "But I just had to get to you....I just had to." You then completely changed the subject to your dream. "Thranduil? Tell me about Stephane. I dreamt of him and..."

His entire demeanor went cold. "Why are you inquiring and dreaming about Lord Narcisse and addressing him by his first name at that?" he snarked with his brows drawn firmly inward.

"I am sorry, I cannot help what I dream Thranduil and it wasn't in anyway like you are assuming. He gave me permission to address him as such when Legolas and I arrived at his castle."

Thranduil headed straight for the wine. "Of course he did.....sly smug cretin." he mumbled under his breath as he poured his drink.

"He has a butterfly birthmark on his wrist and I dreamt of that and then saw I him. Remember what mama said about witch marks? My father also said some men are witches. Is that what he is? Because he is clearly something of power after I accidentally touched him. It was not of fire like with my mother but an electrical magnetized radiance. And he acted as if he had been...waiting on me per se. Like he knew of me."

"He's clearly something alright." he huffed and knocked back the blood colored vintage. "The proper term would be Warlock. Although I can think of a more deserving term for his type." Now that it was verified what Narcisse was, you wondered if your father was a warlock too. It still boggled your mind how you could have never known or why he didn't tell you. If only you could ask him yourself. You knew you now had to do what he said. Seek the truth and you will find him there. What truth though? Of what he was or something more, such as if your mother had killed him. Were the answers in that book? If so, how in the world would you find it?

"Thranduil...there was also a girl in my dream. I swear I even saw her just now but..." You glanced at the window again, then back to your spirit indulging King. "Anyways...she was close to my age and looked like me. Maybe it even was me as my dreams never fucking make sense most of the time. But...she showed me a book. Said it held all our secrets and magic. That only we could open it. There was a Phoenix symbol on it. Is this of any knowledge to you?"

"I have heard tales here and there about such an enchanted manual. Mostly of it's fortified and coveted nature. I suppose a better resource would be your doting mother." The sarcasm seeped through his pores.

"Yeah...if she will even speak to me after my shocking repellence of her yesterday."

The grandfather clock in the hall chimed 6 times as it was now 6 am. The noisy nuisance did this every 6 hours making you have unsettling thoughts of it possibly being the fanged immortals' dinner times. A door could be heard creaking open and then firmly closing with voices echoing nearby. A triple knock sounded on your door. "Adar? It is I and Haldir." Legolas and Haldir had shared a chamber just down the hall so you all would be close to each other. Thranduil slipped on a robe and opened the door with a smug smile and wine in hand. You knew he secretly enjoyed rubbing it in their faces of his claim on you. Haldir glanced at you as you stood in the distance and then lowered his pained eyes to the ground.

"Legolas. I am sure you are here in regards to the tempest deluge that has arrived."

"Yes...." He then halted as he saw you.

"My Lady." he respectfully said and bowed in acknowledgement to your presence. He was much better at concealing his feelings than Haldir was. You smiled at them both as you placed yourself by your King's side in which Thranduil took immediate proud notice of. You were his lady and he was your man.

"As my wife and I were just discussing, the storm will just have to be weathered. We will adorn and convene in the sitting room to address this with Lestat." His name made your skin crawl. He already was anxious to be rid of everyone so this not so minor set back would surely inconvenience him or so you assumed. The conversation adjourned and you both prepared yourselves for the next installment of the vampire diaries.

Haldir and Legolas were already in the prodigious room conversing with Marius when you and Thranduil arrived.

"Greetings Thranduil of Mirkwood. I am Marius. I have informed Lestat of your request to speak with him. Please...entertain yourselves with the hors d'oeuvres I was able to muster up. Josephine, always a pleasure." he lightly bowed and smiled, then went on his way. You happened to wonder how his painting of Garrett was coming along as he exited the room.

Thranduil bee lined for the wine table, poured a glass, then sat down beside it patiently sipping and waiting. Seeing him dressed in victorian laid back attire was quite captivating and most utterly arousing. This castle must have held centuries worth of attire in an abundance of varieties, even of the 21st century.

You almost threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, but it just didn't seem fitting of you anymore as you had become accustomed to the elven garments. In this case, you chose an elegant dress considering your stomach needed more comfortable space now.

At the head of the grand room, centered on a focal platform in front of a sizeable window was a desk covered in books and a leather encased chair parked behind it in which you assumed was Lestat's throne per se, which seemed moderately underrated for the ego he carried. To the far right was an oversized piano backed by a much larger window in which you sat down upon the accompanying stool and prodded at the keys in boredom.

Vampires, just as elves, each had their own distinct scent such as Garrett's was of sweet molasses that reminded you of smothering your pancakes in it as a child. Where the hell is he, you thought. Your mother's was an emulsion of lilacs and red clovers, the clovers being of dominance. Selene's was like baby powder and Marius was a cross between almonds and pistachios. Then there was Lestat. Pure leather and black licorice which now consumed the air, overpowering that of Thranduil's lilacs, Haldir's strawberries and Legolas' tree leaves.

In walked Lesat sporting an all sable ensemble and a scrutinizing look. His fashion was mostly tailored in a gothic sense matching that of his potent gloomy personality, but his mood swings weren't so easy to decipher as you just couldn't seem to read him like the others. It was like he had a shield of his own that consisted of theatrical displays to conceal any residual human feelings. He was a lot like Garrett in that sense. Lestat did give way to a light grin as his leaden eyes caught yours.

He fell into his chair and propped his foot up onto the desk with a haughty caliber. His arrogance was definitely the easiest to read about him for he made no effort in the least to hide it.

Lestat turned to Thranduil who had approached the relaxed vampire. "I assume you have requested the grace of my presence in concerns over the squall that I warned Haldir and Legolas of when they arrived and now you seek my approval to further extend my hospitalities."

"You have assumed correctly. To state the obvious, my wife and child cannot endure such travel conditions. Once the storm has concluded, we would then depart. Would these terms be acceptable?"

Lestat gaped at you. "What kind of soulless monster would I be to throw a beautiful woman with child out to her impending death." he said with a tantalizing snicker. "Such a waste that would be." He was completely undressing you with his eyes which did not go unnoticed by Thranduil. He then arose from his lazy slump and walked over to you. "Do you play?" he cordially asked as he glanced at the piano before you.

"I...uh...I...n..no? I do not know how." you stuttered in confusion to his sudden digression.

"Would you like to learn?" he asked as he audaciously sat down beside you. You could feel Thranduil's eyes combusting the unfazed vampire into a million tiny bits. "It seems you will have plenty of time to do so." he said as he then began to poke the keys one by one with his index finger. The tune that he assembled was eldritch. Mary had a little lamb. At that moment, you felt like the lamb in the lion's den.

Why were your words so hard to come by when he was near you? "I...never..I'm..I tried to as a child...I..I was never any good at it. My fingers weren't...long enough I think or..my coordination..it is off on so many levels. If anyone could fall flat on their face for no reason, it would be me." you skittishly grinned.

Lestat became amused by your statement. "You look very well coordinated to me." he said as his lusty eyes moved about you.

"I can always make you play." He placed his parky hand on yours which caused you to inhale sharply. Lifting your hand to the keys, his index finger mounted yours as he curled your other fingers under his. He then began to tap the notes in a leisurely manner. It was a continuance to Mary had a little lamb. He sang the lyrics in accordance to the hymn. His voice...it was intoxicating you. How was he doing this? Your shield deemed useless to him as your eyes fluttered to focus.

"Enough!!" Thranduil snapped as he appeared in a menacing valor by your side. You jumped at his sturdy shout and came out of your temporary hold the deceiving vampire had placed over you.

Before your irate King and the relentless vampire could come to a head, you stood up. "I do not know what game you are playing Lestat, but I will not participate! Either you are going to allow us to stay or we shall leave right now. I will brave the weather over partaking in your petulant ploys." Thranduil stiffened up and gazed at you with great pride to your fearless ridicule of the dark prince.

Lestat stood enamored at your vivacious spirit but no one would ever force his hand. "Big daring words for such a little girl. For it is you with a choice, not I. You can either live or.... die. For I have something you want should you choose to stay. Ashmole 782. Ring a bell?"

Although you did not know the name of the magical book of life, you knew exactly what he was referencing somehow but how did he even know? You contemplated his savvy words as you studied his face. "How did you....It does...and?"

"And...if you want the answers you seek, you will entertain my wishes in order to get them."

"So basically, you are in fact a soulless monster."

"I may be soulless but I am no monster. I have not ordered you to leave. I simply request some one on one time with you."

"Why!?"

"All the better to get to know you by said the big bad wolf." he razzed with a coquettish grin.

"Over my dead body!" Thranduil snarled as he moved in front of you. A soft glow encased his body that you had never seen before, illuminating him like an angel and it wasn't your shield protecting him. No one seemed to notice it but you and there was no time to ask questions so it would have to wait.

"That can be arranged." Lestat's grin warned as he held his unthreatened composure just within reach of your King.

You released your shield around Thranduil anyways as none of you had weapons. "Stop it! What would my mother think of your carnal advances towards me and giving me such an ultimatum??"

"Sweet Caroline, bum bum bum." Lestat nonchalantly hummed as he circled about you and your extremely infuriated King.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" he proudly said as her scent whisked over your face.

You turned with a scream as she was standing right behind you. "Fucking hell mama!"

"Is that anyway to greet your mother?" Caroline playfully laughed.

"It is when you don't know how to use a door!" you gasped as you clung on to Thranduil's arm.

"Where's the fun in that?" she bantered. "Now what is it you desire to know my love?" She didn't appear to be angry with you anymore which offered you some relief in this entire precarious situation.

This is the first time you had seen your mother and Lestat breathe the same air so you weren't sure of their relationship. It was time to test the waters. "Lestat is allowing us to stay longer but is requesting an unfavorable favor from me."

"Oh?? And what might that be?" she asked as he and she exchanged cunning looks which you were immediately set off by.

"He wants me to spend time alone with him in exchange for something I want that he claims to have access to."

"I see." she said as she paced slowly around the room. "Well I do not see the harm in that after he has allowed you time here no? It would only be fair to repay the favor he asks yes?" Her words shocked you as she sent a devious glare at Thranduil. It was then quite evident she would sacrifice her own daughter if it benefited her and in this moment, it was to make your King suffer. It also proved that when it came to holding grudges, there were no holds barred.

"You cannot be serious mama??"

"What is the harm in Lestat wanting to get to know a stranger in his home?"

"I am no stranger. I am your daughter!! He knows everything he needs to know. I will offer him no more than that! Not even for some magical book."

"Book??" Caroline was now very intrigued and even a bit worried it seemed.

"I..I dreamt of it. There was a girl. She brought it to me and told me of it's secrets and power. Lestat called it...."

"Ashmole 782." She finished your sentence with a disbelieving whisper. "Why that little...." she then mumbled and cleared her throat. "I could not imagine what girl you are speaking of and I further could not imagine why Lestat would offer you something of no business or use to him." Caroline now leered at him with indignant eyes.

It was quite clear she did know of the girl judging by her reaction and Lestat was far from discountenanced by Caroline judging by his. Could this get any worse you asked yourself. "Oh but it is of great use to me and in every way my business when it lies under my roof. Caroline dear. Need I remind you of your place under said roof? I took you in, I can take you out." Lestat's patronizing and rhetorical threats did not seem to phase your fearless mother.

"I am sure my daughter would rather share alone time with a more suitable vampire. Jo, I saw Marius on my way here and he tells me the painting you requested of Garrett is coming along nicely." She went from approving of Lestat for you to discrediting him in the blink of an eye. She literally took out two birds with one stone as now you were going to have to explain the Garrett situation to the face of the Elvenking that leered down at you.

"Mama!!....." you vexed at her. Thranduil PLEASE let me explai..."

"This is why your thoughts went silent yesterday when you were with her?? Yet I did not question it. My own wife conspired against me with her wicked mother in regards to my sworn enemy. Did I assess that correctly?"

"No Thranduil, no...that's not right at all...I would never conspire against you, I love you! There's more to it, just let me tell..."

"Bravo." Lestat applauded facetiously by clapping his hands. "Caroline is indeed wicked, that much I will agree with sprite. But if there is any one here guilty of conspiracy, it is the both of you. Oh Caroline. All these years and you still test me with your foolhardy tactics. I have my reasons for the tolerance I have shown you but have you ever heard the term 'don't bite the hand that feeds you?'. You see....I bite back." He hovered over the floor towards all of you as he acrimoniously spoke.

"Do tell the unsuspecting Josie how the laden Garrett bares the blame for the Laketown feasting when he in fact had nothing to do with it. The responsibility belongs solely to the not so sweet Caroline and the rabid hybrid she birthed. I always told that disgruntled dhampir not to run with a wooden stake in her hand but you can't tell a cantankerous child anything. The honorable King here for reasons none other than his jealous tendencies, has concealed that knowledge from his trusting wife and also his faithful friend Bard the bowman who's family was slaughtered. And Caroline...what Garrett must truly think of you after all he has done for you and your brat Clover. Placing himself at risk all to protect you both from Viktor and others that still to this day hunt you for the attention it drew in our world. Such a no no in the vampire book for dummies 101. Viktor was intelligent enough to see the truth. And Garrett...he still does not know the entirety of the onslaught just as Viktor didn't. Of course, that won't matter to the late ruler now but it certainly will to the other death dealers for your treason that I shield you from. Poor Garrett. He will see through you soon enough. Should I warn him to watch his 'head'?" Lestat was on a full out rampage that Caroline idiotically set into motion and you didn't know what to do with this overwhelming information you learned. You were more worried another massacre would occur now that you knew your mother was being hunted by death dealers even after all these years. Why? The answer seemed to lie in whatever it was Garrett did not know and you were all sitting ducks because of it. God...Garrett....he was trying to tell you about it before until he was shot with the poisoned arrow. You needed to find him when this mess subsided....if it did....

Lestat was also scorned by your mother's words that insinuated he was less desirable than Garrett, so he continued on with his tirade. "As far as Garrett, it seems that sweet Caroline is also unaware of his past evil doings against you Josie. Would he be knocked from the pedestal she places him on if she were to be informed? Am I right?"

You turned to Thranduil who glared down at you with a firm stance in his eyes that claimed of his innocence. On his behalf, you agreed.

"Thranduil....I...I cannot hold your actions against you this time. After all Garrett has done to you, clearing his name should not be expected of you. What should be expected though is not concealing things from me. As I should not have with you about Garrett. You should have told me because I deserved to know it was my mother and sister whom were responsible of such barbarity. Had I known, I may have never desired to find her." You glared at her as you spoke those last words. "How could you? Being a vampire is no excuse as there are others who would never commit such a heinous act. Children mother! You killed children!! Bard's two beautiful little girls....among others that were there. I feel sick..."

"It...it is not the way you think! That's not how it happened! This is why I did not want to speak about Clover...Allow me to explain it..please."

"Why? So you can lie to me or twist the story to make you not to be a ravenous monster?? How can you claim to love me and then purposely try to cause conflict between me and my husband like you just did minutes ago? Lestat says there is much more to this that even Garrett does not know and I am flat out afraid to even know what that is. The intuition part of me screams you have done something even far worse, if that's at all possible. Even Haldir sensed the evil in you!." You immediately turned to him. "Haldir...make her tell the truth. You have the power to do so!"

"I am sorry Jo. I cannot or I would have long ago. She uses her black magic to ward my power off."

You then turned to Lestat. "You know the truth obviously. Tell me and I will grant your request."

"Why not." Lestat muttered.

"Josephine! You will do no such thing!" Thranduil barked.

"How dare you betray me this way Lestat!" Caroline reeled.

Lestat gave a crafty grin. "You can't trust vampires. Trust me."

Everyone seemed to be shouting and then........

The humming you heard in your dream was now outside the chamber door. Then a tap tap tap. She spoke. "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more."

The door creaked open and in walked the red haired girl that was dressed so elegantly in your dream, now dressed in a mere sweater and jeans. The same one floating outside your window. She sat down at a table with a sore attitude as everyone stared at her. Caroline's eyes were large and wrathful.

"Oh Mother. What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

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