#I am fleeing Earth after dropping it

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Now that we know Sasanami Unmei's dub name is *checks notes*

DESTIN BILLOWS

What would be Endou Haru's ? I saw Hal Evans in a youtube comment section and i am okay with that

BUT

What if it was Heather Evans ?

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[d4rkpluto]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔪𝔞 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢

[I AM FOLLOWING AYESHA K.FAINES RESEARCH OF FEMININE ARCHETYPES]

↳ the sexual feminine archetype of the mystic archetype.

♇ when your percentage of the lover percentage is 70% and over. and when your personal score matches with your percentage engima the most.

♇ the enigma is one of the sexual feminine archetypes that belong to the feminine archetype the mystic, whereas the other sexual feminine archetype is the goddess.

♇ people who belong to the enigma archetype are perceived as earthy and have this mesmerising and magnetic energy that can be depicted as positive.

♇ some of them could be seen as very aloof and can have a resting bitch face. they're spiritual people and positive enigmas have a hard time being narcissistic and cold.

♇ they're people who dont necessarily need fame or attention, [they just focus on what they create and people are attracted to], these women are more focused on their inner peace.

♇ they are people who feel like they need to connect to a higher source of power, its comforting for them to know that there is something bigger than them that they can be lenient on.

♇ since they're people who like peace so much, they could have this tendency of fleeing from situations when they recognise that trouble would be led to them in the end. they're women who are likely to have a sense of high value of themselves and to reach that, they like to ground their energy.

♇ when it comes to romance, they like to make their lover feel seen and heard. enigmas are HUGE lovers, and most of them express their love for them within their music. like when i was writing the enigma post, fka twig's song, pendulum kept on playing in my head.

♇ the lyric "dying to be yours" repeated in my head, sometimes, enigmas are the type of women to drop everything to be and please their significant other. the link to the song :)

♇ they can sometimes overlook their lover's very bad flaws, and can be the type of people to be into open-relationships.

♇ when it comes to non-romantic situations, or in general, they're people who keep a big part of themselves only to themselves, they don't like the idea of people knowing about them 100%.

♇ as it comes to people interacting with them, people might give them the burden of having to fix them.

♇ they can get into episodes where they have a lot of blockages when it comes to expressing their sensuality or creativity. enigmas are the type of people to live in their head than executing their ideas.

when it is not blocked you'll find them to be people with very artistic and original.

♇ though, enigmas come in many forms, even though they are people who can love very deeply, they're also very closed off women. watching interviews of them, most of them have reminded me of manic pixie girls.

♇ they're women who are very strong with their opinions, and since they're strong about their thoughts they can be very poetic. they're woman who can easily express their feelings so people can understand where they are coming from.

♇ when around the right people, they can come off as very chatty but they're the type to speak about everything but themselves.

♇ i have noted that many of them do know how to sing, i've implied that they're creative and enigmas are likely going to be those who take the musician route.

♇ are aware of how society and how poorly it treats people, so they try and help others, [and the earth]. they're people who always like to be prepared and can be considered as very cute. they have this earthy energy to them but still like to indulge in luxury, chiefly for their jewellery.

♇ they like to nurture things so they are the type to get plants or even pets. [and as a stretch could be open to having kids].

♇ when enigmas are really in love with someone or just take a liking too much for a person, they can become very agreeable people, they sometimes become a walking mat or you could say people-pleaser.

♇ after watching tons of interviews many of them do have a raspiness to their voice, could sometimes be because of weed. or just smoking in general.

♇ as it comes to their aesthetic, i have observed many of them like neutral colours and are into self-care. the type to have many skin products.

♇ scent/senses is very important for them and they tend to be very hygienic people.

♇ out of all the feminine archetypes, enigma archetypes are the ones who have the most diverse personalities, makes sense to the title of their archetype, not knowing who or what they specifically are.

♇ are women who are direct with what they want, especially when it does come to romance, confident enigmas know what they want and they get it. they could have many romances but not marry, plus, if they're famous they're likely tired with the attention they get.

♇ are sexually fluid people and love to express their sensuality within their art. many of them love memories and will always be grateful with what they have been taught in the past.

♇ moreover, when i was watching interviews of them, many of them had voices i did not expect them to have. if not careful can get pressured easily and hastily anxious. the type to want to make others feel included. they like to heal, very spiritual people, and as i have said that they remind me of manic pixies, the more i did my research on them, the more i realised they're very fairy-like.

♇ they're people who are interested in research and like to embrace their powerful feminine side. the type to indulge in witch-craft; some enigmas can be very insecure about their face, can be interested in cosmetic surgery, [even though all of them are gorgeous]. + also noticed many of them have very curvy bodies.

♇ can appear as two-faced or fake because they want to set a certain reputation of themselves. don't like drama or would walk away from the mess they made. they do like to be left alone and due to this people might consider them as boring, but they just have a wall in front of their real personality.

♇ as they are people who like to ground themselves, they are people who are long to temper, or try not to be easily tempered.

fashion wise, they are people who know their colours really well. are likely going to wear gold jewellery.

♇ and can sometimes come off as very bimbo-like because of their lack of care for things. they are people who are very open about their past, and majority of the time, young enigmas were forced into the spotlight. [asia monet ray + kourtney kardashian].

♇ they are great entertainers and can be favoured in what they do. what makes them more likeable is their sunny appearance. some of them display themselves as delicate. on the other hand, people might find them to be weird.

♇ sometimes enigmas can come off as childlike and a lot of them have chubby-cheeks.

other enigmas ↴

♇ enigmas i put above are fka twigs, krotchy, frida kahlo, greta garbo, kourtney kardashian and nicole kidman.

♇ understanding the enigma archetype, is that it shows that they are women who are usually deeply underestimated when it comes to their intelligence, spiritual women who are on a hermit path of understanding themselves and others.

♇ and to make the enigma archetype easier to comprehend i gathered characters from different tv shows or films that come under the archetype.

⟶ harry potter franchise - luna lovegood, embodies the shy and kept to themselves side of the enigmas, [as i said they are a very fluid and diverse archetype], as enigmas, luna is perceived to be someone who is strange but doesnt allow it to make her feel insecure. she helps other people and is kind, embraces her quirkiness.

⟶ from american horror story [coven] - misty day, the stereotypical spiritual enigma who cares for nature and the earth. has a special connection with animals and with life itself, very caring and eccentric, and as a healthy enigma, she doesnt allow people's views of her to bring her down.

⟶ avatar the way of water - kiri, when i was thinking of fictional characters who are the enigma, kiri was the first character that appeared in my head. she is connected with the earth, creative and connects herself to a higher source of power, [even though she is already connected to eywa from what i believe]. is connected to life and death.

⟶ from friends - phoebe buffay, embodies the childlike nature of the enigma, the nature where people perceive them to be "ditzy". when she is around the people she likes, she can come off as very chatty.

⟶ naruto franchise - hinata hyuga/uzumaki, embodies the shy nature of the enigma. the enigma that loves with their all, can have creative blockages and people underestimate who she is and her power. hinata is aware of how the world poorly treats people as she did belong to clan that didnt really care for their people. [ex. neji]. sometimes expresses the mysterious side an enigma can be.

⟶ from the original franchise - freya mikaelson, is the witch of her family and is very connected to nature, chiefly because of the time she was born. she is someone who likes to ground herself and is one of the siblings who thinks things out the most, will do anything for the sake of love and family. strong opinions and holds a strong bond of life and death, like misty day.

⟶ the last of us - dina woodward, likes to be connected to a higher source, shows when she gives ellie the evil eye bracelet, embodies the expressive side of the enigma and is likely open to "open-relationships" chiefly due to her bond with jesse and ellie. she is direct with what she wants, does like her peace.

⟶ from the haunting of hill house - nell crain, some people overlook her connection to a higher source of power; to see how you are going to die since you were young is pretty psychic. had spiritual phases and like many enigma characters is very connected with death, had tried to ground herself but wasnt able, especially becuase of her therapist. does keep a big part of herself but she normally did that because she didnt want to burden her siblings.

⟶ winx club - flora, represents the kind, nature-loving and mysterious side of the enigma, especially with the vibrant colours she wears, it might not really appear that there's this secrecy and mystery to flora's character but ever since i've watched the show when i was young, i've always noted an essence of puzzle and unsolved problem when it comes to her. like she's there but not at the same time.

⟶ from euphoria - cassie howard, you might wonder how cassie belongs to the enigma archetype and the girl embodies everything that an underdeveloped enigma is. is willing to drop everything for her lover, look past the red-flags and become what their lovers wants them to be. cassie is a big lover girl, and likes to make her lovers feel seen and heard, especially for what she did to nate, telling him she can be whatever he wants her to be.

♇ as i have done my research, i gathered that a lot of enigmas are are likely going to have capricorn, leo and pisces in their big three; in order of how much they appeared.

♇ they are also going to have leo, capricorn and taurus appear in their dominant signs; in order of how much they appeared.

♇ the planets jupiter, sun and pluto appeared in their dominant planets the most; in order of how much they appeared.

♇ the element that appeared the most was earth, second was fire and third was water.

♇ lastly, when it comes to the modality, what appeared the most was fixed and the second modality was mutable.

♇ feminine archetype masterlist

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[burlowbeanie]

Locked Tomb Timeline, as far as I can tell

This is a long one, and a bit of a mess. I'll be making other posts about the fun date coincidences and my speculations about their implications, but I figured I should give some of the actual evidence in one solid chonky post so I can link to it and don't need to repeat myself later on.

(BD = before death of the earth; AR = after resurrection; BM = before millennium, AM = after millennium)

Unspecified Pre-Death of the earth: Foundation of Canaan house/the facility that Jod et al used for the cryogenic experiments. Establishment of Kuiper installation, Uranus platform, Mars installation w/ room for 5 million, the Lucifer Telescope, and fusion batteries (Ntn 14, Ntn 74, Ntn 189)

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Now! Some pre-resurrection numbers!

Before 2 BD: C-- sides with the crew (Ntn 13)

1 BD: Governments shift away from the cyrogenics plan (Ntn 13)

0 BD: Jod destroys the world

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Now, the most unclear section of the timeline: the resurrection and its immediate aftermath.

Augustine, from Htn 176: “Alfred and I were there early enough to found the Koniortos Court on the Fifth, but Lyctors like Cyth wouldn’t be born for years and years, and she spent her whole life suffering Seventh House woo-woo theories regarding the value of hereditary cancer … whereas Mercy is the oldest lag except for me, and she was out hammering at the Eighth House before the paint was even dry on the Resurrection.”

The resurrection occurs a few weeks after the death of the earth (Ntn 396). Then things get a bit hazy. We know the approximate order of the resurrections of the original ten disciples, but not how far apart they were staggered - was it minutes? Months? Years?

Similarly, Cyrus/Val and Anastasia/Samael are implied to have showed up before Cytherea/Loveday, when Cytherea was almost 30 years old. Both cavaliers have last names associated with their house, which suggests that either the third and ninth were established enough to at least have a small population by the time that they went to Canaan House, or that they took those names/were given those names later on.

Cytherea-as-Dulcinea says that she "dreamed of being a 9th nun" at age 13, and it's unclear if she's speaking as herself or as Dulcinea or how much she was lying as either persona (Gtn 104). Thus, we don't know if the ninth house was established by the time she went to Canaan House, though it seems like the sort of hint that both Cytherea and Muir would have had a fun time dropping.

Thus, while it is possible/seems probably many/most of the houses were established by the time that any of the newer disciples showed up, especially Cytherea, that is unconfirmed. However, it took until at least 30 years after the resurrection, probably more, for all 16 of the disciples to gather.

A rough order of events during this time, some of which may overlap:

Original disciples resurrected

New disciples arrive

Lyctors ascend; Anastasia fails

Alecto is put in the tomb and Cassiopeia dies

The lyctors and Jod flee to the Mithraeum, leaving the system

Particular questions that remain and would help clarify things:

Were Anastasia, Samael, Cyrus, Valancy, and Loveday born or resurrected? It seems like Cytherea was likely born.

When did Anastasia have a child and found the tombkeeper line?

When did Pyrrha (or G1deon!Pyrrha) paint a nursury? Was it the same time she visited Anastasia "before she got settled" (Ntn 85)? Was Anastasia's child the birth she assisted at (Ntn 121)?

When was the ninth founded? When was the prison installation founded? Was there anything on the ninth before Anastasia was told to prepare for Alecto's imprisonment? Samael seems to have been born or resurrected after the ninth was founded, unless he was given his name later?

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After resurrection: Actual Numbers. Once we get like 100-200 years out from the resurrection, things start to get clearer. Not clear, but clearer.

100 AR: God names himself Gaius (Htn 521). Is this when Cytherea ascends, since she is given credit for the "naming oneself after one's cavalier" thing? Or was that some God bullshit?

200 AR: Alecto put in tomb (Htn 478)

4000 AR: source gram comes from sixth house to BOE (Htn 529)

5000 AR: BOE comes to the attention of jod and the lyctors; they may have existed beforehand but been unable to find the houses/be found (Htn 154). Augustine begins questioning the purpose of the empire (Htn 483).

Moving into the thousand years before the events of the series:

9000 AR/ 1000 BM: Matthias Nonius lives (Gtn 53)

750-700 BM: New Rho contract drawn up (Ntn 206)

519ish BM: beginning planning of dios apate major (Htn 474)

300 BM: Cyth gets angry (Gtn 402). Last contact between second and first houses (Gtn 456).

100 BM: Jod leaves the Mithraeum (Htn 81).

80 BM: Jod joins the Erebos (Htn 81)

40-39 BM: G1deon starts to really annoy Augustine, who speaking in 1 AM states: “He has caused me more pain over these last scant forty years than I dare to admit" (Htn 268). I think Wake makes the most sense as an explanation for this, though it's off by about five years.

34 BM: Wake reinvigorates BOE (Htn 154). Ortus born? That’s a fun coincidence that means nothing.

30 BM: Mercy thinks Jod should have returned to the Mithraeum then (Htn 81).

25-24 BM: BOE finds out about resurrection beasts (Htn 275) because Wake talks to G1deon (Ntn 155)

21 BM: G1 begins his (final) pursuit of wake (Htn 469)

Sometime after 300 BM, most likely 20 BM, Cytherea teaches BOE about steles and obelisks (Ntn 155)

20 BM approximately, presumably, could be earlier: Augustine and Mercy talk to BOE. BOE gets accurate fleet schematics for the first time in a hundred years and eventually the location of the mithraeum, though those were probably earlier with Cytherea and two decades later with Cytherea!Wake respectively (Ntn 155)

19 BM: Isaac’s dad killed by terrorists on [redacted], presumably BOE (Gtn 459). Mercy and Augustine are “talking” (Htn 87); Dios apate major. Mercy sees Cytherea for the last time and Cytherea laughs so much she insults Mercy (Htn 120), which is an understandable response given that Mercy may have described the dios apate major plan and/or requested her involvement. Mercy sees Sarpedon as a young soldier (about 20 years PM; close enough and matches up with dios apate) (Htn 81).

19–18 BM: Wake dies (Htn 88). Gideon born. Creche massacre.

17 BM: Harrow born.

14 BM Gideon’s first escape attempt (Gtn 24)

13 BM: Gideon is not a necromancer confirmed (Gtn 24)

10 BM: Augustine sees Cytherea for the last time (Htn 120). Wake’s bones get put on rotation (Htn 476).

9-8 BM: Harrow is suicidal. Harrow opens the tomb. Harrow hears/sees the body. Onset of psychosis. Unclear in what order (Htn 49, 247).

7 BM: (Harrow is still suicidal but sees the body?). Harrow and Gideon fight (Htn 477). Gideon sees Harrow opening the tomb. Her parents kill themselves. Gideon gets nightmares about being in the tomb (Gtn 202).

5 BM: Harrow starts puppeting (?girl wtf?? What was going on in the intervening two years???) (Gtn 348). Last ninth house chaplains and adepts are lost in action (Htn 81).

2 BM: Gideon enters Drearburgh for the last time

1 BM: Number 7 estimated five years from the Mithraeum (Htn 125).

0 BM, with rough approximates:

Month 1-3: prepping for Canaan house

Month 4: Canaan house

Month 5: harrow throws up; Camilla nonverbal

Canaan house recovery missions from the emperor and BOE — what the fuck. Who got there first. How and why did they miss the other people. Seems like BOE got there, intentionally left H and I but took G’s body??????????

Month 6: Harrow and Ianthe arrive on the Mithraeum

Month 8: Harrow kills her 13th planet with Mercy. It’s desert and triple-sunned. Wake makes posthumous contact with BOE (Ntn 155).

Month 9-10: When Judith says she begins writing her report; she’s with BOE on a wooded double(potentially triple?)-sunned planet. At one point several weeks (or months?) later Mercy shows up. According to Judith, that is. Judith honey I might need to recuse your testimony for somehow being more of an unreliable narrator than the lobotomized traumatized psychotic unmedicated half-dead triple-haunted 201-souled Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Then I could bump this back to month 8 which would make more sense.

Month 10: Harrow catches G1d!Pyrrah with Cytherea!Wake

Between Month 10 and Month 12: Harrow turns 18. Harrow discovers G1d can drain thanergy. Harrow makes soup. Harrow makes Ianthe’s arm. Dios apate minor.

Month 12: Harrow finds Cam and Pal on a wooded planet and sees Judith. Judith tries to warn Harrow about Mercy’s involvement.

Mercy ditches her for unspecified business. I suspect this is when she meets with We Suffer? Was this when she heals Judith?

1 AM

Month 2: death of the emperor. Quick undeath of the emperor. Nona born(?)

Month 5: Station Red-As-Blood abandoned (Ntn 152). The demons show up on Antioch (Ntn 448).

Month (6?): Nona gets a job (Ntn 41).

Month 7: nona gets shot, cam/pal fusion reveal (Ntn 105 through the end of the chapter)

Month 8: events of Ntn

[strawberryshortcake0413]

One drop

Toxic!leonkennedy x reader

READ THIS CONTANT AT YOUR OWN RISK

MDNI +18

Warnings: out of character toxic Leon, abuse, depression, anxiety, insecurity, abortion, non-consent etc.

You finally thought to let go of your toxic ex, only to realize you were in a situation where he has the most power in your mind.

Ps: if you're dealing with any DV or toxic behavior from your partner, get professional help and advice and report them to the necessary agency.

The jiggling sound of the keys opening the door to his apartment woke Leon up after a nap. He sighed heavily before getting up from the bed and adjusting his shirt in place. 

You entered the room holding a bag of fresh groceries. Leon needed something nutritional for him to eat, not the alcohol or the canned salty spaghetti. He gritted his teeth almost unnoticeable, but you knew him too well. You love him too much, even if it was killing you slowly.

"Hey..." you muttered, smiling at him weakly as he stared. Something in your chest was threatening to lose, almost snapping and breaking down. 

Even though it was not something you would like to admit, you knew something was wrong with you and Leon.

Losing him was your end, and you knew he was itching to leave you. You knew he wanted to flee away to another woman. Just looking at his cold, annoyed eyes that make your knees weak, you wanted to run out of the apartment to not face his judgment. 

He continued to stare at you, not even bothering to say a word before taking a look at the brown bag. 

"What's this?" He said coldly as he lifted a bag of beetroot. You nervously looked down, he didn't like you cooking vegetables. 

"I am not eating this shit." He muttered throwing the bag at the coffee table before looking at you up and down. 

"You should eat it yourself. Take care of yourself more. You gained some fat. Maybe it's better if we take a break. " he snickered before slamming the door to the bathroom.

Standing there, in his apartment being humiliated was even more embarrassing to think about the fact you love him. 

You walked to the couch before sitting down slowly. 

Is this what you get for trying to be a good partner? Is this what you deserve because you fell for him even when you knew what kind of a person Leon was? 

Maybe. 

Maybe he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve such a woman, who is everything but perfect. Leon deserves the best and he knows it. You were not nearly close to the person he should be with. 

Because you're a loser. Nothing more than a huge rock on his path to his rock star destiny.

Leon listened Intently to your wailing for hours before you locked yourself in his guest room. He knew the way you were being treated daily was shitty behavior from him. But in the end, no matter how much you cried and yelled at him, you always came crawling back to his bed.

The autumn breeze helped Leon to come down to earth before he laid down to sleep for the night.

In the morning, he puts on some boxers quickly before walking to the kitchen, expecting you to cook as an apology. Leon suddenly stopped as the kitchen was empty and cold. No sign of you making his favorite breakfast. 

He searched for you through the small apartment before realizing you were gone. Leon felt complicated. He wasn't sure whether to be happy that the only thing that kept him from his freedom was now gone. But at the same time, he felt offended like he never did before. 

Leon never thought you would leave him. After all, you were the only one who was after him all the time. Why would you leave now?

After a while,  he gave up his worry for you and your actions. Sure, having a cooker and a cleaner for yourself was nice, especially after he went on missions, but it wasn't worth the lack of freedom to go out and not having the privilege to do whatever he wanted. 

You were back in your little house, inherited from your mother. It wasn't big, but enough for you. Since the last time you saw Leon, he had broken your heart. He didn't even bother to call you for 4 weeks. 

Going back to work after quitting your job for him was embarrassing. Your coworkers asked you a bunch of things that you would never want to mention again. 

Why would you tell anyone "love of your life" was just embarrassed by and hated you? 

The doorbell rang soon, indicating it was the pizza delivery. For the last few weeks, trying to cook and eat the dinner you made was too hard. It always reminded you of how you cooked Leon everything. His favorite, to the one he hated the most.

Just thinking about it makes you nauseous. 

 When you were going to eat your third slice, everything came right out. Including the pizza. 

What are you supposed to do when you are fine but not well? It has been like this for the past few weeks. Did you love Leon so much, now that your body was declining to function normally? 

You opened the period app on your phone to track your mood when you finally noticed the big words on the screen.

'PERIOD MISSED FOR 9 DAYS' 

What? It was impossible, right? Why? Why were you missing your period? Was it cancer? Was it even possible?

“L-Leon…” you moaned, almost whining when he pulled out mid session. Sitting up a bit to face him and to see what he was doing before Leon smirked at you. 

“Baby. Only this time. Please? C'mon pretty girl. Only this time, I promise” he cooed, slowly rolling off the condom knowing damn well you can't refuse him.

Maybe you were dumb for believing it was the last time or you were just so horny you can’t resist raw sex. Either way, Leon won.

Slipping his cock inside in your tight walls, letting out a loud whimper. He hasn't gone raw in a few weeks since the party where a whore allowed him to even cum inside. 

He was addicted to this feeling. 

You felt like crying. Either way, it was not something you wanted to happen. Pregnant from your emotionally abusive ex or cancer, for which you had no money for treatment. 

You heard stories about happy couples finding out they're pregnant, and then it being cancer. 

What were you supposed to do if you were pregnant? Abortion? Adoption? Or raising the baby? Alone and miserable? 

If it was cancer, you would simply give up rather than go through that hell.

After crying for a few hours, you finally got the courage to dress up. If Leon saw you like this, he would make fun of you. Cry baby.

Maybe testing with an actual test would be best. Maybe it would be negative. Maybe you don't have cancer. Maybe it's just a way your body was reacting to not eating much. It was weird for you to assume it was cancer. But who knows all the possibilities?

You were having a panic attack. Trying to pay for the test with cash made it even harder. Seeing your handshake as an old washing machine earned you a pitiful look from the cashier. 

You were walking faster than a running person to your car in the parking lot, the box of tests clutched in your hand.

Suddenly you bumped into a person and fell on your butt. "I'm sorry" you muttered quickly before jumping up and running to your car. 

The blonde raised his eyebrows at the sight of you after a month. During the few days, he had the fun that was bothering him for months. Even started dating one of the girls that gave him his head in the bathroom of the bar. She was prettier than most of the other girls, and most importantly you.

He walked slowly to you, watching you struggle to open the door like it's a comedy show. He loved it. He fucking loved watching you suffer without him. 

"So... How's it going?" Leon said, eyeing you up and down to see if you took his advice on glow-up. 

You seem to have lost a few pounds to the point he wondered how you would look now on his bed. A few months ago the dark circles under your eyes were almost unnoticeable. Now it looked like you jumped in the streets.

Leon smiled genuinely seeing your new look. Even though you looked like you were minutes away from passing out, he loved your new look. It makes you look like a model if you just fix those ugly eye bags and dull eyes.

You suddenly trembled to see him after a long time. Especially at this time, when you're in the most vulnerable state of all times. 

You struggled to open the car door with your trembling hands when finally Leon pulled it open. 

"What? You decide to ignore me, sweetheart?" Leon muttered trying to get in the car before you locked it.

"What are you doing?? Get out" you yelled, getting defensive suddenly. You were suffering because of one reason, and that was him.

"Woah. Woah. You're getting real ugly here honey. You didn't miss me?" He said getting in completely. 

"Leon. Get out. Or I'll call the-" you yelled when opened the door and put his hand on top of your mouth from the backseat and quickly kissed your cheek despite the fact you were mumbling and kicking the seats.

"My little baby just needs a dick to calm down. Doesn't she?" Leon cooed before one of his hands crept under your pants, slowly circling your clit.

For the first time in months, the pleasure was surreal. But the way you were getting it was not something you wanted at all. Especially from Leon.

But after a few moments, you gave up. It was not like you could fight a trained government agent off your body. 

"Aw... you seem sensitive. I bet no one would touch you other than me was willing to touch you." Leon barked while kissing your neck, leaving wet trails of saliva. 

Despite the fact you knew this was wrong, it was harder than it should be. You didn't know whether to love him or hate him. Whether to feel ashamed or angry. 

You were getting groped, yet you felt like it was your fault and Leon felt sympathy towards you for even looking at your way, let alone touching you. 

Maybe. Just maybe you should be grateful for it. Maybe you were just as ugly as Leon told you. Maybe he was kind and you were a brat. You didn't appreciate his sympathy for you.

"Leon. Please. No. Stop" you whined as he pulled his hands back and exited the backseat before getting in the driver's one, on top of you. 

"Shut up. Will ya?" He muttered before taking off your shirt quickly, latching onto your bud. Somehow every action he seems to be doing felt more pleasing than ever. 

Then it suddenly clicked in your head. There was a possibility you were pregnant, and the rumors that pregnancy makes the pleasure increase didn't seem to be a lie considering how you were reacting to his touch.

"Leon" you whined, almost pushing him off. 

"What are you doing?" He narrowed his eyes, almost ready to yell at you. 

"I don't want it. Get out. Or I'll call the cops" you yelled. You yelled at him. You fucking yelled. 

For you, it was the bravest thing you ever dared to do while you felt like a horrible person. To him, you were getting out of hand. Out of his control.

"What did you say?" Leon reacted quickly, not wanting any outburst again from you.

"Leave me alone. Please. Leon. I d-don't want it. Please. Just leave me alone" you cried before the blonde let out a heavy sign. 

“Fine. If you don't want a good dick, then i'm not gonna force you”

Leon stared at your face a few seconds before jumping out of the car door easily and disappearing a few moments later. 

He left his car, far away from you.

The only thing that was connecting you both was the baby. 

Inside, you will always love him. This baby, even if it came at the wrong time to the wrong parents, you knew you loved it. More than yourself. But life requires you to make hard decisions for the sake of yourself. At least once. You knew what to do, clearer than water. 

Taking a deep breath coming out of the hospital. It was the first day of winter. Mother nature had decided to decorate herself with snow. Glittery white snow. Cold breeze of the fresh snow made your stomach growl. After all, some hot chocolate with a cinnamon bun was the perfect way to start the new day. A new month. A new year. A new life.

If it wasn't for the accident in the parking lot of a grocery store, you weren't sure if you would have dared to get abortion.

After all, Leon was a horrible person and would have let your child suffer. You loved them so much to the point you have decided having you as a mother would give them nothing but pain, so abortion was the right choice.

It was hard to cope with the reality of losing something that came from someone you loved. Then you realized at least once in your life, making this selfish decision will save you and your baby. 

You were not ready or fit to be a mother yet, bringing a baby in this cruel world while being clueless about everything was too overwhelming for you. 

Leon never knew about it. You knew him too well. Even if he didn't want anything to do with them, he would have gotten mad for your decision. He loved collecting things he couldn't take care of. And Leon knew it himself. 

Looking at the sky, to the soft blue clouds and the sun hiding behind them, you smiled softly. Genuinely for the first time in months.

"I'm sorry... I hope you understand it was the right thing to do. Come to momma when we're both ready" a single drop of tear ran down your soft cheek before you wiped it away with your gloved hand. 

Just because you think it's love, doesn't mean it is love you thought before walking to the Cafe. You will always remember.

[jade-of-mourning]

Tenzin stares down at the scowling, scrawny kid. He's dressed in a patched grey shirt bound hastily at the forearms, equally-patched trousers hanging off his frame despite the long length of his skinny legs, and his feet are currently bare aside from some more dirty wrappings around the arch and heel. A shockingly red scarf loops around his neck, several times too-big and frayed at the ends. He's maybe fourteen or fifteen despite the heavy grey lines underscoring his features, because there's a familiar despair written in the recurring story — prominent cheekbones sticking out of his thin, pointy face, lips chapped and pale from the freezing winter nights of Republic City, gold-flecked brown eyes glaring back at him defiantly. 

And he's in a pair of handcuffs.

"So this is the one, you say," he addresses to the woman standing next to him. Her arms are crossed against her chest, a glare plastered across her face — precisely mirroring that of the scrappy boy handcuffed to the table in front of them. They're having an intense stare-down.

If he didn't know any better, he'd almost think this was her kid.

(But he knows all too well that he's not.)

Lin Beifong scowls. "Fucker tried to hit Jian with lightning after spotting her during a stakeout on a Triple Threats warehouse. He then managed to single-handedly fight off three officers while the rest of the gang bailed, looking like a feral, lightning-happy pyromaniac while at it —" The feral, lightning-happy pyromaniac looks pleased for a moment, before promptly dropping back into a glower "— and when I sent a cable at him from the back, he shot a pillar out of the concrete ground to block it."

"How do you know it was him?" Tenzin asks. 

"I know the motions. I am an earthbender, in case you forgot."

"Perhaps there was another man waiting behind to assist his escape, who earthbent the ground upon seeing his comrade in danger."

Lin grunts. "The team split when the cowards scrammed, and managed to capture a few of the accomplices. None of those fleeing were in the vicinity by the time the incident occurred."

"There could have been more of them involved than just the ones you saw fleeing the scene," Tenzin suggests.

"We were in the middle of a stakeout, Tenzin. If you need a definition, a stakeout is a period of time where the police conduct surveillance on —"

Tenzin cuts her off, conceding before she can keep going on at him. "Understood. But how can you know for certain that there weren't other members coincidentally passing through who elected to lend a hand?"

Lin acknowledges the point; the outside world doesn't come to a standstill when there's a fight inside. "One of the captured men said that the kid is Zolt's protege, which adds up with the frequency of which I see him in the aftermath of incursions. They're shamelessly bitter about him being the boss' favorite, and they clearly don't hold any well-regards towards him, so they don't have reason to offer assistance, aside from attempting to curry favor from a fourteen year old — and no faces were shown to that point, so that's out of question. Besides, they're gangsters. What sense of loyalty to each other do you really think they have?"

"More than you've got to the city." Both Tenzin and Lin whip their heads around in surprise at the low, raspy voice, having forgotten of the boy's presence during their back-and-forth. He looks almost like he wants to curl inwards on himself, but instead raises his chin higher up and manages to glare at them with even more force, if possible. "You police ain't done shit for us. You're all the same purposefully ignorant bastards. That's how we get here, but you knew that." The subject of we goes unsaid; all three of them in the closed metal room know precisely what he's talking about.

"So are you saying that one of your loyal friends stayed behind and bent that earth for you?" Lin demands, ignoring the jab at her dignity. Tenzin knows she's retracted the heel of her uniform, searching for a heartbeat.

The boy leans back in the chair flippantly. "Nah," he says curtly. "They're smart enough. None of 'em would stick 'round for me." It's contrary to the earlier claim of mutual loyalty, but unsurprising.

"So it was you," Tenzin concludes.

"I never said it was."

"Then who else could it have been?" The frustration is bubbling up in him, the way it always has since he was a kid; Dad had always laughed and said that he must've gotten it from his mother, quick to anger and full in force, but Tenzin has never been able to quell the feeling down despite his best efforts to be more like his father.

"Bet it was one of your cop cronies." There's something intense and unhinged and wild in the kid's half-pyrite eyes, almost glowing in the gleeful challenge. "Pro'ly got bored of the metal rod permanently stuck up your ass n' thought it'd be funny if —"

"Young man! You will not speak of —"

"I'm jus' sayin' —"

"Enough." Lin slams her fist down on the table, and the light in the boy's eyes dims in an instant. "I've had enough of your hog-monkey shit. Either you be straight with me and we can settle this quickly, or I'm holding you here as long as I deem necessary."

Which can be a very long time, goes unsaid.

Tenzin inspects the kid carefully, sees the minute way his shoulders slump down, and suddenly, all he can see in front of him is Jinora, hunching in on herself as her parents lecture her about not feeding her dinner to the sky bison. He doesn't know why — after all, this is a lightning-bending gangster, almost certainly raised by the streets in poverty and desperation; he couldn't be further from Tenzin's family.

But.

He's still just a kid.

Beneath all that bravado, those bitter, biting words, the degenerate behaviour that brought him here in the first place, the skin stretched too-thin over bones jutting out of his face — the harsh exterior is made to protect a kid who's seen too much. Tenzin knows that for certain.

And Tenzin is suddenly tired, because the boy is right. There's a reason that kids like him run with gangs, learn to fight dirty and low and vicious, and he's not naive enough to believe that it's not in-part due to their own failure as adults in power. He places a hand on Lin's shoulder — a silent request for her to step back and trust him. She looks over at him, green eyes meeting blue, and he's struck by how beaten down she looks by this conversation despite her infallible presence. Despite their time away from each other, despite the inevitable fallout that halved their world together like a splintering ravine and left no chance of reprieve, she knows him. 

She steps back.

Tenzin seats himself at the table as Lin moves to the corner of the room. Takes a deep breath to steady himself, tries to channel the way his father always made people feel like everything would be alright. "Young man," he says in a reasonable tone, "please, let's try again. Would you be willing to tell me your name?"

"It's —"

"Mako," the boy interjects before Lin can finish for him, take his autonomy, eyes dropping to the table. There's an unmistakable air of defeat around him, one at total odds of the snapping, feral boy described and seen from before. "My… My name's Mako. Why's it matter to you?"

Tenzin nods resolutely, ignoring the question. "Well, Mako. I have a proposal for you — one that should keep you out of the police station." 

A raised eyebrow.

Once it's out of his mouth, he can't retract it. He knows that there will be consequences for speaking without consulting Pema, Lin, his kids.

But his heart is telling him that this is right. Not just that it's the right thing to do, but also that the kid sitting handcuffed to the table in front of him is the Avatar. He can see it in his eyes, hard and resentful and gold-brown and so different from his father's, yet still the same in some inexplicable way. Reconciling the idea of this lightning-bending gangster of a street kid with the man who co-founded this city is… overwhelming, and Tenzin would almost rather blow this situation off and let himself live in remembering his father for who he is, not for whoever Mako turns out to be. But Tenzin has a duty to the world, and a duty to his father, and so he will ensure that he does the new Avatar right.

"I would like to invite you to stay on Air Temple Island for the time being. We can discuss the objective after I am able to gather the resources necessary to run an evaluating test. Do you accept?"

Mako glances over at Lin; Tenzin resists the urge to do the same. He doesn't need her approval for this — it's his home, and he knows what he's doing. He can't read the thoughts behind the boy's eyes as they flick between the two adults who hold an infinite amount of power over him, can't follow what internal strife might be occurring in his head.

Then Mako shrugs, an abrupt, jerky motion. "Sure."

Lin Beifong throws her hands up in the air, and leaves the interrogation room. She can't be bothered to deal with this; it's five in the morning. She needs some fucking sleep.

my ao3 (but it's not posted there)

sorry this was a crack idea i had while practicing piano and i had to crank it out. i Might write a series of oneshots on this if i get too inspired lol (similar to what empty shores was supposed to be)

yes bolin is alive in this au, yes i have an unfortunate amount of ideas, yes i'm still writing my normal conceivable-to-complete fics.

if tenzin thought korra was hard to work with, he is going to have a blast with mako, who comes pre-packaged with fifty times more trauma that korra had when she pulled up to air temple island. (and is also prone to stealing, and running away, and murder as necessary, probably.) (this is going to be so terrible on all sides until it gets better!)

[thoscheienjoyer]

A cute little story about the 3rd Doctor and his Master being forced to dance together during an alliance. Bonus points for the almost kissing trope!

The Doctor stepped into a ballroom with the Master following close behind, the ambiance of the music matched their tension. Shapeshifters had forced the pair into an unwanted and unlikely alliance, the Master can't rule earth if it's been taken or destroyed by someone else, he had said when asked. The Doctor adjusted his jacket as his eyes scanned the room searching for any sign of the alien threat. "Remember," he said quietly, "we can't let it slip away. We need to blend in."

His temporary companion snorted, his disdain evident. "And your brilliant plan to blend in involves what, exactly?"

"Why, dancing of course, what else?" The man chuckled, like it was the obvious solution.

"You cannot be serious."

"Oh, but I am. If we just stand here, we'll draw attention. The alien will notice and flee." The Doctor offered a hand and the Master sighed dramatically before taking it. "Very well, Doctor. But if you step on my toes—"

The Doctor interrupted with an eye roll. "Yes, yes, I'll lead." He offered. The Master scoffed and had the urge to pull his hand away but he managed to stay still. "What makes you think you should lead?"

"I'm taller," the Doctor pointed out, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and after a moment's hesitation, the Master reluctantly agreed. They began to dance on the floor and sway seamlessly into the crowd. The Master, true to his nature, kept occasionally "accidentally" stepping on his dance partner's foot, getting an annoyed expression each time. Despite the minor sabotage he couldn't help but be impressed, the Doctor moved with surprising grace and confidence.

Without warning, the other timelord spun him out and then pulled him close before leading into an elegant dip. The Master's eyes widened in shock and humiliation as he found himself bent backward, supported only by the Doctor, he clung on expecting to be dropped. Laughter and applause erupted around them, adding to his mortification.

"I wouldn't drop you" the Doctor laughed as he brought the Master back up.

He glared, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You enjoy this while it lasts but my next scheme will make these aliens seem like a minor inconvenience." It was a threat, funny being in this state.

"Promises, promises," the Doctor teased and scanned the room again, this time he actually caught something. There was a suspicious figure standing near the refreshment table. He nodded discreetly towards the Master. "There. By the punch bowl." He whispered.

The Master followed his gaze and spotted the alien. "I see it. Let's go." They disentangled themselves from the dance, moving with purpose towards their target. Despite their bickering and the Master's bruised ego, they were a formidable team when united against a common foe. They neutralized the threat and the guests assumed it was part of the evening's entertainment.

"Well, that was a fun collaboration," the Master remarked smoothing back his hair. And the Doctor nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. "Indeed. Good work, Master."

The Master paused but there was a glint of reluctant respect hidden in his eyes.

The Doctor cleared his throat and began to speak "you know, we never did finish our dance."

His old friend looked at him confused. "Doctor, the threat is neutralized. There's no need to continue."

Once again the Doctor offers a hand. "Consider it a farewell if you like." And once again the Master hesitated before taking it. He sighed, a small almost smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Fine. But just this once." The music had slowed to a gentle waltz as they moved to the dance floor once more. The Master placed his hands on the Doctor's shoulders, while the Doctor rested his hands on the Master's hips.

The dance was slower this time, more intimate. The Master found it embarrassing, but a quick glance around the room reassured him that if anyone dared to mock them, he could easily handle the situation. Their faces were close, closer than he was comfortable with and the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their private bubble of time and space. For a moment, an unspoken tension rose to the surface, daring them to draw their faces even closer. The Master's hearts raced, and he could see the Doctor's eyes flicker with something he didn't know. It was almost as if they might-

The Master abruptly pulled away, flushing with a mixture of confusion and irritation. "Well, Doctor, this has been... enlightening. But I really must be going."

The Doctor watched him all while feeling unresolved. "Until next time, Master."

He nodded and then turned on his heel to stride out of the ballroom, he was eager to escape the confusing whirlwind of emotions in him. The Doctor stood there for a moment, watching the Master retreat and trying to process what almost happened too. The dance had been more than a cover and it was a dance they seemed to be destined to repeat in their eternal game of cat and mouse.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for doing my job and protecting the Earth, even if it meant killing someone?

(Minor headcanons involved, namely that all parties are sapient when it is ambiguous in canon. I posted this here before but suspect it got ganked for length, so I trimmed it down).

Alright. I (Unknown but very old, M), am the guardian and protector of Earth. I do my best to keep it’s ecosystems and inhabitants- humans, nonsapient flora and fauna, and my kind- in balance, and to defend it from outside threats. Sometimes I have assistance in this role from who I’ll call M (Unknown but very old, F), who is my closest friend and confidant, especially since the rest of my species went extinct. However, she is frequently not around, leaving me alone. Recently, I have quarreled with another member of my kind (Unknown but young for our kind, M) who I’ll call K. He helped me defeat an archenemy of mine, though, so I decided to drop our quarrel provided he sticks to his territory and stays out of my way.

M and all the others I call “my kind” all are different species from me and each other, but all have certain similarities as well, which are very important for how we interact with the rest of the world. We are all terminarchs as well- “no more after me” and all that.

I know this is a lot of backstory (I’ve lived a very very long time and seen a lot of things), I do think all this is important for prior context, but bear with me here, we’re coming up on the important part. 

Now, an ancient emergency beacon was activated (from an area now in K’s territory). This beacon indicates the imminent escape of another ancient enemy of mine from the area where I imprisoned him, said area being accessible only through K’s territory. Said ancient enemy, who we will call R (Unknown, M, related species to K) has S (Unknown but elderly, F) a former semi-close friend of mine, mind-controlled as his weapon. R also has an army of the same species as himself, but they are younger and weaker than him. R wants to conquer/enslave all of the Earth. To my knowledge, he also abuses younglings, S, and his other slaves. I do not know if that’s important to mention here?

M is still gone and I don’t know if she’ll be back in time, I don’t know if I can rely on K’s help here but don’t expect to (We still aren’t on speaking terms, it’s possible K may side with those who are similar to his species. I know being a terminarch is hard and lonely). I also know I cannot fight R, mind-controlled S, and his army by myself. However, in the cold north seas there exists a repository of energy from the sun which my kind may use to make themselves stronger. I traveled there with due haste, and arrived to find another of my kind, T (unknown, F), already there and absorbing the energy (said source is finite and takes a long time to replenish once it’s used up). Now that the background context and current situation has been sufficiently explained, here, finally, is where I might be TA.

Me and T have never really gotten along. We get in territorial scraps with some frequency (I kicked her out of one of my old dens that she had since claimed a few years ago), we fill somewhat similar niches in our kind’s ecosystem (or what remains of it). And, personality-wise, we just don’t mix- I find her argumentative, contrarian, pugnacious, and irritating. We try to avoid each other whenever possible. I have yet another crisis to deal with, I don’t have time to fight T over this energy, and as protector, I shouldn’t need to explain why I need it more.

I fired a warning shot into the iceberg where T is currently absorbing the energy. T responds by emerging from the iceberg and engaging me in combat, attempting to constrict me. I bite a chunk out of her side and roar- second warning. T does not back down or flee, and tries to smother me with her frills. At this point she’s trying to kill me, so I have no choice- I fire a point-blank shot at her head/face and kill her.

Reasons why I might not be TA:

I needed that energy to stop R and protect the world, as is my job.

I don’t know what T was planning to do with that energy, she could have been getting stronger to try and usurp me (there was a similar minor incident like that with another of my kind, SC, recently).

I fired warning shots and gave T ample opportunity to back down, she tried to kill me anyway.

Nobody involved here is human and therefore cannot be judged by human moral or social standards (heard this before).

Reasons why I might be TA:

I don’t know what T was planning, it could have been totally innocuous, given her prior conduct I doubt it but still.

T was a terminarch like me and all the others, her species is now extinct. 

I didn’t try to communicate why I needed the energy, from T’s perspective I may have just been coming to claim her territory/kick her out of her den again like in our previous scraps. 

T’s ecological niche is now empty and that could possibly cause problems down the line. As keeping the ecosystem healthy and balanced is one of my job descriptions, I kinda feel like this is my fault.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Uh Uh! Miss Salome! *raising my arm high like I'm in class and snapping my fingers* May I give two suggestions for the just friends playlist please? :) I already prepared a little presentation:

1.) "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam

I just heard that song again after a long time and I immediately had to think about König as a young boy or teenager. I just want to give the little nugget a hug so bad and tell him that he will find true love one day...

"At home drawing pictures

Of mountain tops

With him on top

Lemon yellow sun

Arms raised in a V

And the dead lay in pools of maroon below"

Imagine our little K in his broken home. His violent tendancies, induced by the abuse he has to suffer trough, are already blooming as a little boy. His father is yelling at his mother downstairs. König in his room is escaping into his imagination, drawing himself on top of one of the austrian mountains he can see from his window as the hero who defeated all evil, standing on the corpses of his enemies...

"King Jeremy the wicked

Oh, ruled his world

Jeremy spoke in class today"

"King Jeremy the wicked" ?! That fits so fucking well, my head is spinning. That weird kid who falls out of every norm, physically as well as mentally, and who can't seem to find his place on this earth like an alien from another galaxy whose spaceship crashed here and he can't get back. So he becomes quiet, just trying to be as invisible as possible, to not always be confronted with his otherness, not drawing even more attention to himself. And if on a rare occasion he speaks in class, you can hear the giggles and whispers of the other kids. After that, every time he promises to himself to never say a word again. Anger, shame and sadness laying heavy in his stomach.

"Clearly I remember

Pickin' on the boy

Seemed a harmless little fuck

But we unleashed the lion

(...)

And he hit me with a surprise left

My jaw left hurting

Dropped wide open"

One day something clicks in his brain. For years he is getting bullied, always tried to flee from the conflicts, never fighting back. But this time instinct kicks in and he hits back, hate and fury burning in his eyes. The others don't see the freak who they pick on daily for fun, before them stands a giant, an always passive and obedient bull that just got aware of his own strength and who's not afraid to use it from now on. The others run away. König stands there, an odd sense of relieve in his chest. He won for once in his fucking life, he has the upper hand now. He will get addicted to this feeling. There's no going back.

2.) "Vermillion" by Slipknot

Keywords here are: dark, dirty, romantic, obsessive. What can I say more? (I recommend watching the video while listening, it fits the whole vibe of the story very nicely I think!)

"So fragile yet so devious

(...)

She's the only one that makes me sad"

Engel being this seemingly soft and shy girl with the pretty dresses, who no one sees. But she has that twist, that fascination for darkness and madness. And König who detatched himself from his own emotions due to all the trauma, to survive all the abuse. But Engel reaches deep into the dark pit in the middle of his chest, arms deep, afraid what she will find but determined nonetheless, retrieving his scarred heart. Holding it in her soft hands, dusting off the spiders webs and giving it a little warmth back, just a bit more, little by little, whenever they see each other.

"My Dahlia bathed in possession

She is home to me

I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse

But the stress is astounding

It's now or never she's coming home

Forever"

Shit, I don't think I even need to elaborate any further here...

"I'm a slave and I am a master"

König, on the first look, is having the upper hand in the relationship, being possessive and controlling Engel, invading her privacy in any way he can and being the dominant part when having sex with her. But if we're being honest, König is totally at Engels mercy. She holds him firmly in her soft little hands and he would do anything for her.

Thank you for your attention. *giving out handouts to everyone and going back to my desk*

Holy moly that ask is long enough already. Thanks for all the fodder for my brain with the König craze on your blog recently! I'm REALLY enjoying it!

Much love to you and everyone who read along! <3

These are perfect songs as well! I added them to the playlist but feel free to add more if you have any suggestions, the link should be working now & can be found in König masterlist and the ask I answered right before this one.

I loved your presentation & loved all the details you wrote about König’s life (no matter how sad most of them were 💔), and how he feels with Engel, how his inner world comes alive in the lyrics of the songs. And this really got me:

"Engel reaches deep into the dark pit in the middle of his chest, arms deep, afraid what she will find but determined nonetheless, retrieving his scarred heart. Holding it in her soft hands, dusting off the spiders webs and giving it a little warmth back, just a bit more, little by little, whenever they see each other. "

Brb crying 😭

"König, on the first look, is having the upper hand in the relationship, being possessive and controlling Engel, invading her privacy in any way he can and being the dominant part when having sex with her. But if we're being honest, König is totally at Engels mercy. She holds him firmly in her soft little hands and he would do anything for her."

Yes oh dear god. I had (a little too much) fun writing the yandere x yandere drabble but I still think König & Engel are just made for each other! He is on his knees in spirit, forever pledged to her and only her. If these were the old myths and if this was an actual dark fairytale, König would go to the depths of the underworld to bring her back from the dead, he would rend the heavens and announce war on God if he kept her from him. It's that serious. ❤️

[jc-martin-og]

Take a Deep Breath

Another morning awakening, another daymare begins. In an instant, I wake up to confront the intense cold and inhale the stifling air, courtesy of the misty cloth shrouding the mud, moss, and wooden planks that have been my home for the past two years.

I wrap myself in the only clothing I've known during this time and swear by the rifle in my hands for protection against those on the other side of the front, looming above our necks. In these brief moments of standing, I sense an uncommon harmony within my own context, unsure whether to feel concern or gratitude. It's at times like these that my mind drifts to memories of home, seeking distraction from thoughts of the potential changes the day might bring in the event of a stand-off—not to escape my reality, but to fortify myself for more than I can endure.

Truth be told, I can no longer recall if I entered this hell of my own accord or if the call came to me, along with thousands of other young men who have become my brothers in pain. But at this point, it hardly matters. The only reward surpassing any medal or promotion is making it through another night alive in these trenches, praying the next day won't plunge us into engagement.

-

As I make my way to the nearest command post of the trench, a roar from the other side startles us all, akin to the awakening of an enraged beast rumbling through earth and noise.

In response, my mind instinctively seeks shelter at any gap or steep corner between the dirt floor and the earthen ramparts, praying that none of those projectiles will land on me. But when the shells finally drop, the shock of their fall brings only horror, not just for the destruction they cause but for the malevolent aftermath they unleash.

Soon, with no escape, a suffocating chemical cloud envelops us, a man-made enforcer hunting for our indiscriminate extermination within the walls that were meant to shield us. The poison advancing towards us compels me to stand up and search for the one salvation we were all anxiously prepared for—the gas mask, which I've safeguarded since the day it was issued to me. Frantically, I scramble to my pit, accelerating my steps before more cannon fire shatters the air.

-

Desperation drives everyone to run in search of escape from this menace, either seeking their own masks or attempting to flee the trenches in desperation, falling under fire the moment they become visible to our tormentors at the front.

I turn corners as fast as I can when, right before my eyes, another bomb falls, obstructing my path to the short trench route. I turn around, risking myself by taking the longer route, covering my face to prevent the gas from reaching me.

In my path, I watch as comrades fall, their slim hope of life extinguished once fully exposed to the gas. Others fight over the few masks left loose, stealing the chance of life from their peers after months of shared struggle. All to survive one more day in these troubled times.

-

After enduring all this hell, I manage to reach my belongings and rummage through the bag for my precious mask. As the somber silhouette of smoke surrounds the area, my hope fades away when I am unsuccessful.

Desperation leads me to tear at my bag like a brute, throwing everything to the ground, rummaging through the mud in a futile attempt to find it. Clinging to the only thing that could keep me alive and reunite me with my family, I tear one of my clothes lying on the floor and quickly urinate on it.

Disgusting as it is, we were instructed that this would be nothing more than a last resort against the chlorine, having faith that it will work against the gas as I place it against my face and pray that this makeshift solution will save me.

-

In my waiting, I lean against the mud, hoping this makeshift method will be enough to stop the chemicals. Simultaneously, I lean into the absolute darkness flooding my mind with fear. At that moment, something clings to my leg, and I'm pulled back into the awareness of the situation I must endure.

Suddenly, the hand of a young boy, not much younger than my eldest son, weakly clutches mine as his life fades from the gas on his unshielded face. Out of the depths of my consciousness, and with nothing more I can do once the toxic fumes invade his body, I hold his hand in his last moments, offering a pulse of relief on his journey to the heavens.

The look in his eyes, full of fear and misery, disturbs my heart as I contemplate the horror of my own children enduring situations like this and not returning after such a dreadful demise. Regardless of how perfect my life was before this, just by stepping into this strife, I've failed in my commitment to spend the rest of my days, anticipating that this conflict would be something easily overcome once it concluded, as my consciousness falls asleep in memories of peace.

-

As the hours pass, the gas gradually dissipates, carrying the mist that began the morning with it. I release the pale hand of the young man lying on the ground, closing his eyes as a sign of respect for what he endured in his final moments.

Physically and mentally exhausted, I wander the abandoned trenches in search of anyone else, unsuccessful in every corner, with nothing but corpses on the ground and a mess created by the shelling. Unconsciously, I venture outside against all rules, finding nothing but a desolate landscape mirroring the disaster we've caused, which, for the first time in months, I contemplate in greater depth.

In a small irony, the only thing I find on the dirt floor is an abandoned gas mask, buried in the mud. I pick it up with indifference, wondering if it might still be useful for a future I'm uncertain of.

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My gaze turns to the front, where the smoking trail of shelling seems to answer what I failed to notice in the struggle for survival. At this point, I don't know which path to take—whether to return to the front with my comrades for a dire end or attempt to escape this on my own, losing myself in the nothingness of this battered land.

My chances are nil, and fate remains uncertain. Regardless of the decision I make, I'll have to face it alone. No matter how weary my soul may be, I've witnessed man's ignorance toward the suffering of others so often that, at this stage, my fears of what I might encounter along the way may linger long after the war ends.

But sometimes, it's not the fear of death that men like me fear most. Sometimes, it's the long-burning fear of living another day through the horrors of men that concerns me most about the fog shrouding not only my future but the future of those I care for.

Ps: A small update of this short story I wrote around January/February of this year.

Original date of publication: 20/02/2023 Made using MediBang

[atelierlili]

Roses are Red Chapter 1

It’s as if I am dreaming with my eyes wide open. I am tempted to pinch myself, hoping that it would wake me from this nightmare. A nightmare where I am staring down Katniss Everdeen as she lay lifeless in her coffin.

After the Victory Tour, Katniss Everdeen flees 12 with Gale and her family. Peeta gets left behind.

A Bachelor AU.

It’s as if I am dreaming with my eyes widened open. I am tempted to pinch myself, hoping that it would wake me from this nightmare. A nightmare where I am staring down Katniss Everdeen as she lay lifeless in her coffin. 

I have to admit, capital technology is magical. I do not know where they got this woman or what they did to her, but she is the splitting image of Katniss Everdeen, from her soft dark hair to the curve of her cheekbones. They must have collected intensive physical data of all the tributes before the games. Had I not known of this double, I’d think the real Katniss Everdeen was dead and not running far away from Panem with Gale and her family.

“Miss Everdeen was a remarkable girl for the short time Panem knew her.” My body freezes as President Snow walks up beside me, staring into Katniss’s casket. He drops a white rose inside with little fanfare. “A resourceful one until the very end. You have my condolences, Mr. Mellark.” I can hear the mockery underneath his venom laced tone.

“Thank you, President.” 

President Snow is a good actor. His words sound sincere despite the fact that it was him who orchestrated this farce of a funeral as soon as the news came out that Katniss had disappeared.

He wants my anger. My jealousy. He wants me to be bitter and cruel like him. But the President doesn’t know me all that well. He’s been too fixated on Katniss to pay attention to me. I’m glad Katniss managed to escape. I hope she runs as far away as possible from Panem. She deserves that life. The best life she can get. 

So I breathe and stare in his ice cold eyes. And what little courage I have left in me, grounds me to this earth as I say, “I’ll do whatever you want. If you are looking for someone to punish, use me instead. Leave her. She’s gone now. Any spark she carried died with her.” 

President Snow chuckles and grips my shoulder. He presses hard into the soft spot between the curve of my collar. He leans into me, breathing hot air into my ear. I can smell the thick scent of roses and the metal underneath in his breath. “You have no idea what you’re saying, Mr. Mellark, but I will admire the devotion. It’s a rare commodity these days. It would be a shame to…throw it all away.” 

I swallow deeply, my gaze flickering between his pair of ice blue eyes. I am no stranger to the cruelty of the capitol. I only wonder how much of it will compare to the man behind it all. 

President Snow is speaking in riddles as if he’s still deciding what to do with me next. Will he kill me now for Katniss’ transgressions or will he keep me alive to make my torture so much worse? Regardless, I force myself to smile. It’s the same smile I use when I’m trying to appease my mother. “Thank you, Sir.” 

There’s a glint in his eye that makes me weary. I can feel the gears behind his head turn, grinding out the next step of what will be my own personal hell for the rest of my life. “Why don’t you return to your room, Mr. Mellark?” He says. That’s an order, not a request. “I’m sure you are exhausted from these recent events. My team and I will personally continue to look after the wake.” 

I nod numbly, my eyes searching the crowd for Effie. Knowing her, she's probably crying on someone's shoulder right now. Ever since the news about Katniss came out, she's been glued to my side. Haymitch doesn't look me in the eyes anymore. He's too drunk for it. I don't mind. I don't think I could handle seeing pity in his seam grey eyes. 

I've had enough of the pity.

Chapter 2 >>

[lordfrezon]

1000xRESIST

9/10

Short review: 1000xRESIST is a walking simulator/mild puzzle game that deals with a lot of very cool and very relevant themes. Visually, it does a lot with a minimal budget, with a very strong style and some exceptionally strong moments. Soundtrack is quite good. Characters are excellent. Game takes about 8-10 hours. If you are at all interested in themes of parent/child relationships and authoritarianism, high recommend, and just a general recommend to everyone in general. It deals with a lot of very powerful ideas and concepts but it handles them quite well. It’s best played with minimal knowledge of what happens so as to preserve some very cool “oh. OH.” Moments (and those that know me know I generally am very pro-spoiler) so if this sounds like your jam, get it and enjoy.

Longer review:

Some of you won’t be satisfied with just that, so this is for you. Unlike most things I recommend I really do think 1000xRESIST is best enjoyed without much foreknowledge, so I’ll be presenting the game in as few details as possible at first, with more details to come if you still need them.

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1000xRESIST is a game that starts with your character, Watcher, stabbing her mother, a woman named Iris, through the back. You then talk to yourself, with you telling you to review your life because of your decisions.

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1000xRESIST is a game about a society hundreds of years after the collapse of humanity, where an alien race spread a virus that wiped out all of the species save for one woman, the Allmother, Iris, who cloned herself and whose clones are all that remains of the species, as they work to find a way to defeat the alien threat and return to the surface of Earth.

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1000xRESIST is a game about making bad decisions because you’re just human and you can’t figure out what’s the best situation in a short amount of time or because you’re angry at someone or because the good decision is going to be hard, especially since the decision revolves around your parent or your child.

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1000xRESIST is a game that gets formatted much like how I’ve written this so far.

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1000xRESIST is a game about memory and what it means to lose it, about how easily memories can be changed, about how dangerous memories can be for people yet how despite the danger sometimes what is necessary is the spread of memories from past to future.

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1000xRESIST is a game about immigrants from China, fleeing persecution in the 21st century, dealing with the consequences of their actions and trying to raise their daughter to understand what they gave up and why it’s important for her to be strong.

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1000xRESIST is a game about fighting oppressive systems only for more oppression to be the only result. It’s a game where your decisions in the present mirror the mistakes of the past and are doomed to repeat in the future. It’s a game where despite all this, the only choice is to keep moving forward and to do the best you can.

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1000xRESIST is a game about Covid, about non-human intelligence, about authoritarianism, about the morality of cloning, about mental health, about what it means to be immortal, about regime change, about becoming a god, about various paths for revolution, about terrorism. It’s a fascinating piece of art that juggles so many moving pieces and almost drops them but in the end, resolves them in a compelling and poignant way.

[pendragaryen]

The 100 rewatch 2023 S1 E2

Episode “Earth Skills” 

The kids fleeing through the woods after Jasper had been impaled at the river.

Jasper is still alive... His screams echoing from far away through the woods... it’s frightening. “They took him!” THEY ARE NOT ALONE ON EARTH! Some people must have survived the apocalypse so many years ago!

Poor Jaha thinks his son is dead... just no...

Wells on the ground digging graves for the kids that haven’t survived the landing. Why him... Poor thing...

Post-coital Bellamy leaving the dropship shirtless - and me with my jaw dropped. (At least, while i was watching it many years ago for the first time ;) ). But he’s still an asshole. Especially towards Wells atm. “What’s wrong with a little chaos?”--- I’M JUST GETTING STARTED. Well... whatever you say Bell...

Murphy as Bellamy’s little soldier. Unf... But oh, look! Wells got it. But OF COURSE Clarke and the others come back and get the wrong picture.

“Life support on the ark is failing!” Oh look at the kids faces... They didn’t know this.

Bellamy and his first speech to the kids ever! “We’re stronger than you think!” Aggressively good. And he’s got some points...

On the ark: Oh god... Jaha and Abby talking about a culling already. But... “Hope is everything!” YES ABBY!

Oh... Jaha accusing Kane to possibly be the man behind the plot to him being shot down. I totally forgot!

The dropship camp on earth: Monty is “too important” and isn’t allowed to go on a rescue mission for his best friend Jasper. Clarke shows authority again. And rightful so.

And then... Bellarke... “I came here for you.” The tension is almost palpable. Her glares at him too. “I hear you have a gun.” And instead of just ANSWERING her he has the audacity to lift up his shirt at his hip with his beautiful veiny hand to show her: He indeed HAS a gun... More then one so. Lol... He’s so annoyingly sexy. Clarke looking right through his attitude. Just lifting an eyebrow. Uh oh... Is there some certain... tension... between them? Or am i making things up? Doesn’t matter. This is INTERESTING...

Bellamy never leaving the “princess” out of sight while out on the rescue mission, even willing to “cut off her hand to get that wristband”. Yeah well... As if i could believe you, big-mouth.  ;)

The ark: RAVENNNN!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL SMARTASS RAVEN IS ENTERING THE STAGE!!! My day is saved. I LOVED Raven from the very first moment i saw her. And she’s a spacewalker! YESSS!

On earth again: Oh look, Atom hitting on O. And O hitting on him - mocking him. O being locked up with Monty in the dropship. Surprise surprise.

Abby and Jackson on the ark talking about Raven: “Ballsy kid.” “Yes she is, reminds me of someone...” Raven and Abby. This is going to be awesome.

Earth: Oh, yet ANOTHER scene filled with tension between rebel Bellamy and princess Clarke - BRAVE PRINCESS, there, he said it. ICONIC.  And that trademark smirk that makes my knees go weak in a way.

Bell realizing that Wells only came down to earth for Clarke. For “someone he loves”. He’s not the only one. Bell thinking of his sister O, of course. He MAY BE an asshole. But a smart and caring one.

Meanwhile Atom shows feelings on the dropship: “Bell loves you, O.” And he envies that.

And now there’s another scene i would usually skip while watching: Clarke and Finn bathing and having fun in a pond. Whatever. Teens. But oh, look, there’s Jasper’s blood. “We*re close.”

The ark: Raven again. Smarty knows that the kids on earth aren’t dying. They’re just stubborn kids taking off their wristbands.

Butterfly-O! This is such a cheesy, yet so lovely scene to watch. Glowing butterflies! Little Octavia never saw something like that before. She’s in awe. There’s also Atom who follwed her. O’s got her (probably) first kiss, and it’s kinda cute.

Meanwhile: OH GOD, POOR JASPER! Tied to a tree! Wounded and bleeding and in pain! Who tf DID THIS to him?!

And now everything’s happening so fast again: Everyone’s running towards Jasper and then BOOM Clarke suddenly falls into a trap - BUT BELL’s THERE! Magically he’s the first one to catch her, saving her life. There are wooden piles in that earth hole... The others come to help. They’re pulling Clarke out of the trap. Clarke flashes Bellamy a look - almost unbelieving what he did for her. Who would have thought? And Bell’s face seem to say: Why tf have i done this? Did i really do THAT? Mh... INTERESTING.

The council of the ark sitting together. They believe that earth is uninhabitable. Well... all of them except for Abby. They’re talking about a culling... This is... makabre. They really want to sacrifice hundreds of lives to save others. It’s hard to listen to this. But Jaha abstains - and this way he’s giving Abby more time to figure out what’s REALLY going on on earth.

On earth: They try to get Jasper down from that tree. And then there’s that black puma from out of nowhere and Clarke goes “BELLAMY! GUN!” For the first time we see fear in Bellamy’s eyes. He tries for his gun but - OH LOOK, WELL’S GOT IT! Again. “Now she sees you.” Yes she does.

The ark: “Did someone call for a mechanic?” Raven. I LOVE this girl. And of COURSE Raven can secretly fix a 130 years old rescue pod to help Abby (and herself) to get down to earth to the others... OF... COURSE... Woah! She really IS the smartest. A QUEEN BEE.

Earth: Food for the kids in the camp! “WHO’S HUNGRY!” Bellamy and his voice again. Seriously. That is a story of its own... sigh

They have Jasper back in camp but it doesn’t look good for him. Bell already being and ass again, only giving out food if they agree to take off their wristbands. Wtf! I wanna slap him! And Murphy!

Oh- oh... Atom catched by Bellamy while kissing O... His precious sister... Now he has to bear the consequences. “I WON’T BE DISOBEYED!” Woah there... Bellamy may be a rebel asshole, but a ROYAL one. A rebel king. ;)

And in the end: Oh look! First glimpse of Lincoln lingering in the shadows of the wood!

Boom out.

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This episode isn’t the best either, I know. But the whole thing is finally picking up speed and everything is in flow now. I remember while i watched it for the first time, that i felt VERY intrigued by the fact, that Bellamy, of all people, rescued the princess Clarke from falling into the trap. That was a plot choice. That was on purpose. And i felt like that this COULD lead to something. I didn’t know what that “something” would look like. But i HOPED that these two maybe... perhaps... would get along far more smoothly in the future... My senses were tingling. When these two shared looks with each other... there WAS something there. There’s no denying. And i liked what i saw. I still do. It’s still one of my fave episodes because of that. Also: I almost immediately fell in love with Raven Reyes. Dunno why exactly. She's just... so damn smart and beautiful. I have to admit that I indeed preferred her over Clarke as character. (Until S5 that is. From up on S5 Clarke was the no 1 female character for me. I suffered so much with her it's not even funny. But that's another story.)

I have to mention that at the point i watched the first season for the first time i haven‘t read The 100-novels. I started reading the first book around the 3rd season. So everything i felt was completely and only a reaction to what i saw on screen.

What i liked: Bellamy and Clarke bickering. Bellamy saving Clarke. RAVEN!

What i disliked: All this talk about a culling on the ark. And Bell and Murphy being assholes.

Fave quote(s): “What’s wrong with a little chaos?”  “Did someone call for a mechanic?” ICONIC

Song(s) i associate with the episode: “Precious illusions” by Alanis Morissette ( “These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid.

And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend..”)

[dmwrites]

It was the song that caught his attention. Ren had just come back to the castle, his castle, and heard very odd music coming from the vault. He peered down into it, and saw the heads of a crowd of people, all just casually hanging out with the diamond reserves.

“Uh, guys?”

And then the assembled crowd looked up as one, and for a moment, the breath in Ren’s throat seized as he looked down upon a sea of Xisuma’s faces. He imagined them reaching out their hands as one and tearing at his clothes, taking his crown, telling him he was no longer king, that the admin was in power now, and always had been.

But no, no, it was just a costume party, of course. The moment of panic burrowed back under the king’s skin as he saw each person holding up their Xisuma mask with a delicate pole, or tied behind their head.

“EXCUSE ME!” Ren dropped down, megaphone held to his mouth, a flurry of concerned murmuring greeting him. “What on earth is all of this?”

There was a flurry of rockets and sparks, and almost every Xisuma took off, fleeing the party like rats from a pantry. Only one remained, and he was already groveling, bowing so low that there was no question as to who was under the mask.

“Bdouble0, what is the meaning of this?” Ren shouted into the megaphone, reaching over and pushing up the mask his right hand man wore.

“I- my liege, I thought this was approved by you!” Bdubs took off his Xisuma mask and set it on the jukebox.

“Why on earth would I arrange for a party to be held in the vault, penetrating my most private of areas?” Ren blustered.

“Yeah, I did think the party favors of diamond blocks was a bit out of character for you.” Bdubs said, eyes then widening at what he’d revealed.

“WHAT?” Ren looked around, then, shouting expletives into his megaphone, flew back up to the castle main, and out towards the royal quest area, hoping to catch someone guilty around. But the area was silent, and Ren landed by the entrance with a huff of annoyance. Bdubs landed next to him after a moment.

“Who arranged this?” Ren asked.

“Impulse.” Bdubs replied.

“Impulse…” Ren hummed, walking over to the royal priority quest and taking out the placemarker Impulse head that lay inside. He held it up so he was eye-level with the dwarven man’s head. “The to-the-books rule follower? You’re sure he didn’t have someone whispering in his ear? I’ve heard the local cleaning lady is a bit of a menace. Or perhaps a soulmate from another land…” Ren’s ears flattened as he came his made-up conclusion.

Bdubs held out his hands. “My king. I am loyal to you and only you.”

“Perhaps you are correct, sir Bdouble0.” Ren sighed. “It was just the masks… Xisuma is no leader, but he does have certain powers that I… lack.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it, Ren.” Bdubs said soothingly. “Why would the people ever turn on you? You’re a wonderful king.”

Ren nodded slowly, not quite believing either one of them.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

💄 Anomalous: Chapter Four

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number. 

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Tom is Whipped for Reader Already.

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series. 

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Somehow, someway, Tom had enough coordination to lift you against his chest with your legs wrapped around his waist and carry you to his bedroom all the while never once breaking the lip lock between you. Tom was ungodly strong, his arms holding your body with effortless ease while his lips ravished yours until your mouth stung. Even then you still wanted more, and Tom was more than willing to give it to you for the night. 

No one kissed you as he did. No one feasted on your flesh like it was their last meal like he did. No one treated you like you were the very object of their desires like he did, and on this night, you would give him anything just to have those intimate and soft moments a little while longer. It was a good thing that Tom wanted you just the same. 

You were carried into his bedroom and lips sliding from his, you pressed a line of kisses along his jaw, enjoying the softness of his skin and the sharpness of his jawline. It was cruel that he was made to be so beautiful. Beauty deserved to be worshipped and you wanted your turn. So you kicked your heels off to the side, enjoying the way Tom’s obsidian eyebrows rose. Your lips twitched against his. 

“You had your turn, I want mine,” You told him before reaching back to gather your hair, winding it around into a twisted ponytail, you knelt and held up your hair with a wicked smile. “Hold my hair for me?” Tom swallowed hard at how quickly you had gained confidence and the look that was now burning within your eyes. Oh yes, he would hold your hair for you, he would hold it for as long as you asked of him and then some. 

“You’re still hungry after that late dinner and dessert?” Tom countered with another cheeky smile, taking your offered hair in a gentle grip. You grinned deviously. 

“Ravenous actually,” You purred dangerously, licking your lower lip. Now, you hadn’t sucked many men off and had never really had the desire to… but something about Tom made you want to drop to your knees and worship his body. Tom’s free hand brushed across your cheek, his fingers gently stroking your cheek. 

“Who would I be to refuse such a demand,” Tom said, his eyes glittering with darkness. You quite liked that, you liked that a lot. “Because I am far from done with you, my sweet little Sunday.” Oh, he wasn’t done with you yet? Well, after that near earth-shattering orgasm you felt you ought to return the favor. Your fingers snuck up his thighs, tip-toeing delicately across dark jeans. 

“Promises, promises,” Your whispered response received another heated look and you dug your fingers into the waistline of Tom’s jeans, running your fingertips along the edge until they met the button and zipper. The button was easy to slip loose, but you took your sweet time unzipping his jeans, and that made Tom give your hair a little tug in a warning. 

“You are being a tease, Y/N,” At Tom’s rumble, you snickered and flashed your eyes back up to his.

“I’m taking my sweet time, Tom,” You told him as the zipper caught the end of the teeth, and your smile stretched wider. “And I’d like to savor you.” On your last words, you climbed your fingers up and hooked them into the band of his boxer briefs. Then you sharply jerked both the boxer briefs and jeans down, your eyes not once leaving Tom’s. “Now may I please lavish you the way I wish to?”

“You wish to lavish?” He asked, you gave him a look. 

“You are asking me that now?” You asked incredulously. “You are the first man that I genuinely want to suck off, Tom, can I please have my turn?” 

“Forgive me for my interruption, Sunday,” You huffed at him and leaned forwards brushing your nose across his hipbone. Whatever he had been up to recently had put him in very good shape, you could tell that much already. So you decided to place a line of kisses across that very hipbone, letting your nose nuzzle his skin as you went. Tom’s happy trail of black led down to reveal a small thatch of hair and then your prize. Your hands ghosted down Tom’s hips, a little teasing before you wrapped one hand around his erection and gave him a light stroke. The proceeding groan that slipped from Tom’s lips was so delicious you repeated your action just to hear it again. 

Why did he have to sound just as beautiful? 

You had to admit, your desire to hear those beautiful sounds may have led you to play around and tease Tom a little more than you had originally planned. You stroked him and softly giggled when his cock swelled in your hand. 

“You are being a menace, Sunday,” Tom groaned, his hold on your hair tightening. Your eyebrow rose and your eyes flashed up to give Tom one last look. Oh, he thought this was you being a menace? So with an innocent little smile plastered on your lips, you bent your head and completely enveloped the head of his cock with your lips and sucked. Tom was immediately cursing, sliding his fingers through your hair in a strong presence. You continued to stroke his shaft while you sucked, his reaction to your ministrations only fueling your desire for more. More sounds. More curses. More jerks against your hand and mouth. 

The tug on your hair, while leaving an ache of pain, only spurred you on in your assault. You took his cock to the back of your throat, trying not to gag, as you did exactly what you had wanted to do. Worship. Tom’s free hand caressed the side of your face as your mouth worshipped him with great hunger. 

“Fuck,” Tom growled, the hand knotted within your hair guiding your head while his hips thrust forwards. Delicious indeed. It was all too easy to bring him to climax and his release flooded down your throat in a hot rush. His groans and grunts sounded so sweet, so heavenly, you basked in them. Hands pushed you back from the cock you had been so lovingly worshipping and you gulped, taking a few moments to lick your lips. Salty, a nice change from your sweet dessert. Your eyes rose back to Tom’s as your tongue swiped the remnants of his release from your lips and you could have sworn his eyes bulged. One more small giggle from you had Tom moving. 

He pulled you up to your feet once more and wrapped an arm around your back, then his other hand cradled your face and he pulled your lips back to him. Your mouths crashed together violently, Tom’s tongue curling against yours and his teeth catching your lips. A low moan emerged from your throat as you brought your arms up to drape them around Tom’s neck. Holy hell no one had ever kissed you like this and no one had ever kissed you after you had just sucked their cock. Tom was another breed of man, you were sure of it. Another streak of fire and excitement erupted between your legs as your body was pressed against his. Between the dampness your felt and the cock pressed between your legs, your need for him and you needed him now. 

Tom nipped and tugged on your lower lip, savoring the sounds you were making. He was aching to have his cock buried within your cunt, he longed to see how your face would be blissed out, flushed with arousal. He already knew you tasted like nectar and he could only dream of what your velvet walls would feel like wrapped around his cock, squeezing him. So twisting his tongue with yours one last time, his fingers grasped onto the zipper of your dress shortly before he yanked it down. You jolted into his body, your face heating up as the clinging material slipped from your body. At least your breasts finally stopped feeling like they were being squeezed by a vice. 

Heavily breathing out at the relief your body now felt, you blinked once before Tom was hugging your naked body to his, his hands wrapping around your sides and pressing into your back. You stood up onto your toes, returning your lips to his. A rumble of appreciation went through Tom’s chest at your soft body pressed up against his and he couldn’t wait to explore the rest of your body. So he spun you around and pressed you flat on his bed. Your lips broke apart as you panted for breath and while your forehead pressed against his, you gazed into his beautiful eyes. 

“Please tell me you have condoms,” You breathed out. Tom smirked at you. 

“I may not have planned on taking anyone home tonight, but you’re in luck, Y/N,” Tom told you. You sighed in relief and slouched back against the bed, watching as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. This time it was your eyes bulging. Good god, Tom had a body sculpted by the gods! You were surely drooling over his sculpted arms by the time he had kicked off his jeans and briefs. Tom slid the condom on his cock and leaned back over you. You slipped your hands up to cradle his face, marveling at his cheekbones and eyes once more. “What is it?” Tom asked, his head tilting to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” You sighed, your eyes gentle and appreciating. Tom, who hadn’t been expecting that, blushed, and you giggled. “It’s almost criminal, really.”

“I could say the same about you, you know,” Tom spoke, running a hand up and down your body in appreciation. You had all the right curves in all the right places and didn’t starve yourself like many models he had seen in his line of business. That made you so beautiful. He leaned his head down and kissed your jaw, slowly moving his lips down your neck. You moaned and dug your fingers into his hair once more, wanting more than just teasing kisses upon your skin. 

Tom chuckled, knowing exactly what you wanted. But was he going to rush himself? Hell no. So he took his time, running his lips along the tendon of your neck, biting little kisses against your flesh to leave little marks… but then he reached your breasts and couldn’t help but nuzzle them, reveling in the softness. Tom’s gaze washed over your flushed face for a moment before he devilishly flicked his tongue across a nipple. Your back arched as you whined and twisted beneath him. 

“Tom,” You gasped out, your nails sliding harder into his hair to scrape his scalp. “I beg you, stop teasing me,” Tom pushed his fingers along your face, brushing wayward strands of hair back.

“Apologies but I like to take my time to appreciate true beauty,” He purred, his body dropping down against yours, pressing his finely trimmed and sculpted body along yours so you could feel every inch of the masterpiece he was. You soft groaned and wondered if the man knew how lethal he was. His pretty eyes met yours and as distracting as his touch upon your body was, with his hand spiraling all across your breast and stomach, your eyes couldn’t leave his. 

Hand stroking your face, Tom pressed his lips back against yours. Your lips parted against his, kissing back and once again getting lost in his delirious kisses. Your mouths seemed to know exactly how to move against each other. When to tug. When to lick. When to turn soft. When to turn hard… you gasped against his lips when your legs were pushed apart and you felt the head of his cock brush your drenched folds. Yes. Yes. Yes. When he pressed inside you, sliding slowly over a spot that made you gasp loudly, your fingers tightened their grasp on his hair and you moaned softly against the corner of his mouth. 

“You are so fucking tight,” Tom rasped, nuzzling your face and peppering your cheek with light kisses. 

“Should I apologize for that?” You breathed out, tracing his back with your fingers and draping your leg over his hip. Tom snorted and nipped at the underside of your jaw. 

“Fuck no,” He growled, his arm sliding around your waist and pulling you further against him. You grunted when your bodies crashed together and your pelvis ground against his. You could have sworn that you saw stars for a moment with the way his cock was stretching you out. Redirecting his mouth to yours, you nipped and tugged at his lips, drawing his lips to part so you could kiss him deeper. Tom was all too happy to return your demand, twisting his tongue against yours and nibbling on your lower lip. 

As Tom fell into a gentle pace that left you feeling each and every stroke of his cock against your sensitive walls. Your nails clawed the taut muscles which you had once caressed, and Tom broke your lip lock and shifted his attention to your heaving breasts. He kissed them fervently, marveling at their softness and wanting to worship such beauty. A strained moan left your parted lips when he licked and rolled a nipple, sealing his mouth against your delicate flesh.

“Oh,” Your fingers once again dug into midnight strands, tugging on them, only feeding Tom’s endeavor to see how undone he could get you. Thrusting a little harder into your divine cunt, your eyes rolled slightly and you clung tighter to him, gasping and panting.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Tom growled, his lips leaving your breast and prowling across your chest, marking it with bites and kisses. Your cunt pulsed and clenched around his cock, squeezing him almost painfully. “You gonna come for me again, Sunday?” Your face, blistered with heat and ecstasy, grew even hotter if that was possible. Orgasm again? You had never had more than one and didn’t feel like you could have another one. Tom took your silence as a no. “No?” He purred in your ear, thrusting hard against a spot that had you seeing stars. You yelped and scratched at his shoulder. “Come on, darling, you can do it, I know you can.” 

“Tom,” You gurgled, your nails scraping down his scalp and neck, you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his. “I—“ You stuttered, rendered breathless for a moment as explosive pleasure ripped at you from the inside out. Your head pressed back against the bed and your neck strained, baring it for Tom to turn his attention to your unblemished skin. 

“Come for me, darling, I know you can do it,” He encouraged, feeling your body reacting to him and climbing closer and closer to ecstasy. You cried out and writhed against him, the heel of the leg draped over his waist digging into his lower back. Tom brushed his lips along your racing pulse, loving the feel of how it fluttered and rushed under his lips. “One more, Sunday, one more,” 

Your cunt clamped down around his cock and Tom groaned, feeling the full force of your orgasm hitting you. Your body arched into his as you cried out and viciously dug your fingernails into his back, clinging to him. It was quite a sight watching you come undone beneath him, and as your released flowed, Tom’s hips faltered in his orgasm. He clutched you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck before his body exploded in passion. Your entire body was trembling as you lay sprawled and limp, limbs tingling and twitching ever so slightly. 

“Oh my fucking god,” You whispered to yourself, staring up at the ceiling in utter shock. Tom kissed your neck repeatedly with light kisses, silently pleased with himself when his eyes caught sight of the little marks that were beginning to bloom on your skin. 

“Don’t tell me something is wrong after you came like that,” Tom purred, hugging your body and feeling on cloud nine. You soft groaned and carded your fingers back through his black hair, Tom closed his eyes and basked in the feeling. He wished that it could last forever. 

“I’ve never slept with a man I just met let alone had two orgasms in one night,” You meekly admitted. 

“No?”

“No,” You agreed, relaxing and leaning your cheek against his hair. “But I am in no way complaining.” 

“Good to know,” Tom chuckled, placing another kiss against your neck. 

Date Published: 12/25/22

Last Edit: 4/25/23

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[wil-is-done]

Leftovers

Summary: Another world-altering event, another group of children left to pick up the pieces. One girl, in particular, might still play host to a malevolent entity. The MK and the Psychonauts send in Raz and Lili to investigate.

Word Count: 2.077

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Raz always finds the droning thrum of the Psychonauts’ jets to be oddly therapeutic, but maybe that’s simply a symptom of cabin fever speaking, caused by spending far too much time of his life sitting in one. But, until someone invents instant teleportation or portal tech that doesn’t involve horrific mutilations, the jets are the only reasonable option. 

“What was that about mutilations?” 

Raz shrugs at his partner, seated beside him. “Eh, nothing. Just mind ramblings.”

Lili stares for a moment more, before her eyes return to the windshield ahead.

Just in time for the jet to descend below the clouds and an iconic sign rises into view. A tad scorched and bent, but still easily recognizable. 

“Kinda wild that we’re globetrotting agents, and I’m pretty sure I’ve only been to L.A., like, five times,” Raz says.

“It’s the Mecca of entertainment, not of apocalyptic horror.”

Raz breathes a chuckle. “One more way Hollywood lies to us.” 

Lili wills the jet to bank left – a nearby parking lot looks just empty enough to park an aircraft on.

“Still think it’s complete bull how the gang shunted this onto us.” Raz stretches his legs, get the blood flowing again.

“Suck it up.” A flick of the wrist, and the jet rights itself above the lot, drawing dozens of eyes. “We had no choice. The mess over on the other Coast is… substantial.” 

“Dipper got to pick.” Raz hops to his feet, bouncing on his heels. “I wanted the train.”

“And instead, you got the frog brain.” Even as she starts lowering the jet, Lili smirks up at him. “Life on this bitch of an Earth.”

Raz leaves the cockpit, but not before replying with a wry smile, “Weird, wild bitch of an Earth.” 

-

“You two need something?”

The blonde one – Sasha – speaks first, after an age of the trio silently gawking at Raz and Lili’s approach. 

“Miss Boonchuy, Miss Waybright, Miss Wu. Hello,” Lili greets, because she gets to go first, like they planned. “I am Agent Lili Zanotto, this is Agent Raz Aquato. We are with the Psychonauts.”

“Sup,” Raz adds.

Lili exhales through her polite smile.

Eight years. You’ve been an agent for eight years, Raz.

Raz’s smile curls wider.

And I still got it.

“You know us?” Another asks – Anne. She steps as if to shield her friends, born from instinct. 

Lili maintains the cordial air. “Hard not to. You were responsible for some pretty incredible things.”

The spark shines in their eyes nearly all at once. A familiar look for a familiar feeling. The realization that when your world is turned upside down, you can’t ever really turn it rightside up. Have they reached acceptance? Probably not.

One of the girls at the back – Marcy, the person of interest here – seems especially spooked. Whispers of fleeing plague her surface thoughts. Might be time to step in.

“Also, we met. Hi again.” Raz waves at Anne. 

Anne blinks, glances at her friends, then back at Raz. “We did?”

“Yep. Spent most of the time deeply apologizing for the stuff that X guy did. Sorry about that, again,” Raz says, adding a cringe. Then, for some humor. “I’m also the dingus who got his ass swatted out of the sky.”

“Oh dang, that’s you.” Anne’s jaw drops. “You’re still alive?”

“Eh. Been through worse.” 

“Cool. Heartfelt reunion. Boutta bawl my eyes out.” Sasha’s turn to step in front of her friends, gaze narrowed and cold. “Now what do you government stooges want?”

Looks to be on the same wavelength as Lili. Raz nearly giggled.

“We are here because of your friend, Marcy.” Lili chooses her words carefully, clinically. “She was… cerebrally compromised, wasn’t she?”

Silence creeps out from the tree shades and overtakes this corner of the park. Anne and Sasha look towards each other, eyes lost, before both turn to the stone-faced Marcy.

“Was,” Marcy speaks, finally. “It’s gone now.”

“And we’re with you on that. We are sure it is,” Lili says. “We just want to make sure. A hundred percent sure. As Psychonauts, we can help you with that.”

Marcy’s tone is slow. “Help how?”

“We have a special device that allows us to enter a person’s mind. With your permission, we can easily hop in directly and have a look around. Nice and simple.”

Marcy is quiet, but not at all calm. Even without skimming her surface thoughts, Raz can tell.

“You want… to be let in?” Her voice drops lower and lower, like the shoreline receding before a tsunami. “You think, after what I’ve been through, I’ll ever let the door open again?!”

“Miss Wu, I promise the process is-”

The wave rushes back in full force. Marcy spins and runs off. Anne and Sasha don’t waste a second to follow her. Lili, cut off with her mouth agape, exhales a growl.

“You’re bad at teenage-girling.”

“Sorry I had to kill the girl to become the agent,” Lili retorts. “Where’s a Norman when you need one?”

“Norman’s better, but I’m not sure how effective he’d be to three teenage girls.”

“Good point.” Lili slides open her phone. “Where’s a Mabel when you need one?”

-

Not how Anne thought her day would go, but it never does ever since her thirteenth birthday. They caught up to Marcy at the edge of the park, faking a neutral face and steady hands. Anne wanted to push, but that scar is too raw, too fresh, for all three of them, so she zipped her lips for now. It’s almost lunchtime anyway, and she already promised earlier the day’s special at Thai Go. 

“Alright, girls, mind cleanse,” Sasha says as she drops their plates on the table, sitting opposite Anne. “The past hour? We don’t see it. Never happened.”  

Marcy, next to Sasha, is clutching her head, eyes closed. “Trying here, trust me.”

Still, something nags at the base of Anne’s memory. “But don’t those two look familiar, though?” she wonders aloud. “Feels like a pair of faces we’ve all seen before.”

“Pair of feces, more like. Eyoo!” 

“Sash, serious. It’s right there, tip of my tongue, just need to brain harder…” Anne clenches her eyes shut, massaging her temples, trying to squeeze some good brain juice to spit out the name she needs. And it works. “The Mystery Kids!” 

The name jolts her friends to attention. It’s a current that connects to the memory, connects to breaking newsreels, bold article headlines, and viral clips. Anne can see in their eyes, they recognize the name.

“Gotta be them! Those folks who legit saved the world a bunch of times.” Anne reaches across to grasp Marcy’s shoulders. “Marce, if they think something’s up-”

Marcy shrugs off her hands. “So what? We saved two at the same time, and no one gave us a degree or a certificate or anything. We’re still in middle school, they look like they’re in college. What qualifications do they have?” She hugs herself, suddenly so small. “For one last time, let’s just do what Sasha says, forget about it all, and just have lunch with- you!”

Mid-step, midway through Thai Go’s front door, a pair of Psychonaut agents pause. The goggled one points at himself. “Us?”

Sasha shoots out from her seat, spoon and fork on each hand like her old swords. “Case you didn’t know, stalking’s a crime.” She twirls the utensils, falling into a practised stance. “Or are you the types that think you’re above silly things like laws?”

“This is a restaurant. It’s lunchtime.”

“There are over 30.800 restaurants in Los Angeles. To have both our groups choose the same one is a statistical improbability!” Marcy rises and points at the agents like that fruity attorney. “You have a likely cause and intent. Now begone, government goggle-man!” 

The man shrugs. “Sure, fine, the Boonchuys own the place, so we went here. Not a bad bet, yeah?”

“Ha! An admission!” Marcy slams a fist on the table.

“See you on the judge’s stand, stooges! When we win this case!”

“Alright, you two, chill.” Anne stands up, putting herself between her friends and the agents. She maintains a passive expression, eyeing the agents. “Mister Aquato and Miss Zanotto, right?”

“Oh, ew, let’s not pull out the big Ms, yeah? We’re, like, five years older than you.” He lounges back, arms behind his head. “Just Raz and Lili is fine.” 

Anne has to admit, how disarming this Raz is, it’s nice. “How sure are you that Marcy has… Core leftovers in the brain?”

“Percentage-wise, zero,” Raz answers. “We’re not sure of anything. This is not a treatment, it’s a check-up. It’s going to your local GP twice a year.” 

“Or, perhaps, therapy,” his partner, Lili, adds. “More direct than a conventional session, and by no means a replacement, but achieves roughly the same result.”

“Yeah, advanced therapy. Think of it that way, if it makes you feel better, Marcy.”

The direct name mention makes Marcy bristle, but at least she sits down.

“And like I was saying, the process is completely harmless.” Lili steeples her fingers together. “In addition, you will be in there, with us, the entire time. Everything we do, you’ll be aware of it.” 

Anne watches her friends, closely. Sasha moves as if sheathing the utensils, eyes cast on her shoes. Marcy inhales a calming breath, cheeks tinted a smidge darker, tangling her fingers together.

“That’s… reassuring, right, girls?” Anne asks.

Marcy can’t quite lift her eyes. “Maybe my reaction earlier was a bit… premature.” 

“You’re touchy about being prodded in the noggin’. That’s perfectly sensible,” Raz says.

“Plus, let’s not kid ourselves,” Sasha sighs with a joyless smile, “not going to therapy is how this all went to shit in the first place.”

“Still your decision to make, Marcy,” Raz says.

Marcy closes her eyes, thinking for a moment more. “Can Anne and Sasha come with?”

“Of course, Miss Wu.” Lili nods, razor thin smile on her lips. “First, we might want to move to a more private place?”

“My place is closest,” Anne offers. “That good with everyone?”

A general nod or agreeing noise comes from everyone.

“Gotcha. I’ll tell my folks. But first,” Anne flips a menu into her hand, offering it to the agents, “basil and squid special?”

-

“Side note,” Raz grins, “government goggle-man? Definitely going into my business card.”

“It will not.”

“Will to.” 

“I outrank you.”

Raz chuckles, conceding.

After ‘accidentally’ running into the girls proved to be a smashing success, the lunch they shared afterwards smoothed out any remaining significant bumps between them. Anne, in particular, took on the lion’s share of convincing her friends. She’s got a certain aptitude and her particular experience really shines through in moments where it’s needed.

Next time they have seats open, Raz is definitely slotting her in as a candidate.

The short stroll to Anne’s house was lovely. Anne volunteered her room to be where the ‘advanced therapy’ takes place. Marcy is made to lie down on Anne’s bed with both her friends flanking her, holding her hands.

Lili stands next to Raz, holding the specialized Psycho-Portal with its underage safeguard removed, modified specifically for this extraordinary circumstance, and which will be promptly incinerated after the procedure is completed. Raz clasps his gloved hands together.

“Ready?”

Marcy breathes in, and out. “I’m all in.”

“Before we begin, Marcy,” Raz starts, “Some things you need to know, just in case we do discover… leftovers.” 

She swallows the growing lump in her throat, listening close.

“When we’re in there, we can help you, support you, be a solid bedrock for you to lean on. You can count on us.” Raz offers his best reassuring smile. “But, ultimately, the results of this, whether we succeed or not, it’s up to you. You have to want it. Sometimes, wanting to win is the hardest thing.”

For a moment, her eyes flicker with doubt.

“She’s got this,” Sasha says, her hold on Marcy’s hand strengthening. 

“Yeah. She’s been through the hardest thing. We all did.” Anne holds their joined hands close to her chest, the grip soft yet firm.

Just like that, the doubt is snuffed out.

Marcy closes her eyes. Lili places the Psycho-Portal on her forehead, then steps back.

The agents share one last, brief glance.

Might be bad in there.

Please. Nothing’s as bad as my not-grandma.

Lili concedes.

The Psycho-Portal opens. Light spills out, filling Raz’s vision. The hard part of his job begins. 

-

This fic was commissioned by @rarsonic, who wanted to see Marcy be investigated by the Psychonauts, and the MK by extension, over potentially having some Core leftovers in the brain. Super sorry for the long delay. Been a hot minute since I wrote for any of these characters, and I was for sure rusty getting back into it. Still, here’s hoping you all can still enjoy it.

If any of y’all are interested in commissioning me, it’s still open, folks! Details are on the pinned post.

[somelotrnerd]

Morgoth: The First Dark Lord: Part 1

Melkor - the original Dark Lord of Middle-earth. After sowing discord in the creation of the world, he goes on to wreak havoc upon its inhabitants. In this retelling of Tolkien’s story, we will look at the entire life of Tolkien’s most evil and most powerful Dark Lord.

Map during the Years of the Lamps

Arda Marred (Melkor destroys the Two Lamps)

Map of Aman

In the beginning, Eru Ilúvatar, the god of Tolkien’s world, creates the Ainur - that is the Valar and the Maiar. Melkor is among the Valar, and the mightiest of them all. In his impatience to fill the Void with created life, he searches throughout the Void for the Flame Imperishable - the mysterious power of Eru that allows him to create and give life. Melkor is unable to locate the Flame Imperishable, also known as the Secret Fire, as it is not located in the Void, but with Eru himself. As Melkor wanders through the Void, he comes to have ideas different from those of the other Ainur. He grows rebellious against Eru and wants to create life himself. Without the Flame Imperishable, however, he is unable to create life, but can merely corrupt and twist it.

When it comes time for the creation of the universe, the Ainur make a great music. At this time, Melkor weaves his own thoughts into his song, which clashes with the Theme of Ilúvatar. This causes some of the Ainur around him to change their music to his. For a time, the Theme of Ilúvatar and the Discord of Melkor battle one another. Eru smiles and sends forth a second theme. Most of the Ainur join this new theme, but Melkor opposes it even more violently with his discord. Finally, shocked at what they are witnessing, many of the Ainur stop singing and Melkor’s discord gains the upper hand. Eru begins a third theme, sweeter and more beautiful than the previous two. This theme cannot be beaten by Melkor. Still, he opposes the music of Eru. Finally, Eru stops the music completely with a single chord of his own.

“...the music ceased. Then Ilúvatar spoke, and he said: ‘Mighty are the Ainur, and mightiest among them is Melkor; but that he may know, and all the Ainur, that I am Ilúvatar, those things that ye have sung, I will show them forth, that ye may see what ye have done. And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.’” - The Silmarillion, "Ainulindalë"

Melkor is shamed and angered by this rebuke, but hides his feelings. 

As the Ainur see the work of their song, Melkor is among those who beg Eru to allow them to enter Arda. Melkor pretends to have a desire to guide the world and its inhabitants for Ilúvatar’s glory, but secretly he desires to dominate Arda and its creatures - especially the forthcoming Children of Ilúvatar - that is, the Elves and Men. 

Along with the other Valar, Melkor enters Eä - the created universe - and makes his way to Arda - the world. After they arrive, Melkor drops his facade, declaring to the other Valar that he is now Master of Arda. Manwë, who is Melkor’s brother, fears that Melkor will attempt to disrupt their labors in Arda and calls forth more Ainur to protect them. Melkor leaves, making his way to the remote regions of Eä. 

As the Valar work to form Arda (Valian Year 1), Melkor seeks to destroy or taint anything they create. He demolishes their mountains, raises their valleys, and spills their seas. Aulë’s works are among the most affected by Melkor’s deeds.

After uncounted battles and years pass, news reaches the Ainur who remained with Eru. Hearing of the war, Tulkas, the most war-like of all the Valar, comes to Arda in the Valian Year 1499. Melkor flees before the laughter and anger of Tulkas, escaping beyond the Walls of Night. From that moment on, he will forever possess a hatred for Tulkas.

To give some context for how time is measured during this age of the earth, Valian years equal just over 9.5 solar - real world - years. From the Valar arriving in Arda in Valian Year 1, to Melkor fleeing in Valian Year 1499, well over 14000 solar years pass.

As the remaining Valar work to restore Arda as best they can, Melkor dwells in the outer darkness. The Valar complete Arda and raise up Two Lamps which give the world light - this begins the era known as the Years of the Lamps (measured in Valian Years). They dwell in a land called Almaren.

Unfortunately, Melkor’s power earned him a following among some of the Maiar, which at this time likely includes Sauron. Some act as his spies, and eventually, he meets with them as the Valar hold a feast after completing their work. It is at this feast that Tulkas marries Nessa. As Nessa dances before the Valar, Tulkas falls into a peaceful sleep. Melkor, looking down in hatred, decides his time to strike has come. 

Melkor and his followers come over the Walls of Night, returning to Arda. He delves deep into the earth, creating the fortress of Utumno in the Iron Mountains of the North. Evil flows from the fortress. Death and illness strike at the vegetation of Arda. Animals fight and kill one another. The Valar realize - Melkor has returned.

The Valar begin to search for Melkor’s hiding place, but the future Dark Lord strikes first. He comes to Almaren, and destroys the city and the Two Lamps.

“But Melkor… assailed the lights of Illuin and Ormal, and cast down their pillars and broke their lamps. In the overthrow of the mighty pillars lands were broken and seas arose in tumult; and when the Lamps were spilled destroying flame was poured out over the Earth. And the shape of Arda and the symmetry of its waters and its lands was marred in that time, so that the first designs of the Valar were never after restored.” - The Silmarillion, "Of the Beginning of Days"

As the world is filled with fire and water and chaos, Melkor escapes, returning to his fortress. The Spring of Arda, what should have been a joyous occasion, ends in disaster, as the Valar must use all their power to hold the world together. 

With their home destroyed, the Valar travel across the sea and come to a new land - Aman. There, they build the city of Valinor and they create new sources of light, the Two Trees (Laurelin the Gold Tree, and Telperion the Silver Tree). This ushers in a new era for Arda, the Years of the Trees (also measured in the same manner as Valian Years. Every year is 9.5 to our own. Once we make our way into the First, Second and Third Ages, the years of Middle-earth are equal to our own). 

With the Valar now across the sea, Melkor is relatively free to roam Middle-earth; though some among the Valar appear in Middle-earth to thwart him as they are able. One is Ulmo, who will come into play quite a lot during the First Age. Yavanna is also mentioned as taking action in Middle-earth, and Oromë, the huntsman, would ride throughout Middle-earth, delighting in hunting down and killing the monsters of Melkor.

Believing the Valar might move against him, Melkor dwells in his fortress, building his strength and breeding monsters. He also gathers the Maiar who are loyal to him. These servants, cloaking themselves in shadow and flame, come to be known as Balrogs. During this time, he also constructs the fortress of Angband, where he places his greatest servant - Sauron. 

In the Year of the Trees (YT) 1050, the first Elves awake at Cuiviénen. While the hunter Oromë would come across them, Melkor would find them first. He wracks the Elves with fear, killing or capturing many in his time. Through the torture of his captives and other foul works, it is believed Melkor creates the race of Orcs.

After the Valar discover the Elves, Manwë concludes it is the will of Eru to reclaim the lands of Middle-earth from Melkor. The Valar come to Middle-earth in YT 1090 to do battle with Melkor. This massive war of the gods, also known as the Battle of the Powers, begins with the army of the west confronting Melkor’s forces in the north-west of Middle-earth; the entire region is ruined by the battle. The Valar are victorious in this first battle as the servants of Melkor retreat to Utumno. 

The Valar place guards in the land around the bay of Cuiviénen, protecting the Elves who had first awakened there. The Valar lay siege to Melkor’s fortress, the Siege of Utumno. From where they stand, far away from the conflict, the Elves can only see fires in the north, and feel a mighty shaking of the earth. Finally, in YT 1099, seven Valian years (66.5 solar years) after their arrival in Middle-earth, the Valar break the gates and roof of Utumno. Melkor hides in the deepest pits of his fortress, but Tulkas arrives and binds him in the chain Angainor which Aulë the Smith had forged. 

While Utumno is destroyed in this final act, the Valar don’t discover all the deepest darkest places within. Sauron and many of the Balrogs manage to escape capture. In the aftermath of this long war, Middle-earth is changed. New mountain ranges are raised up, the Great Sea becomes larger, and new lands and waterways take shape.

“The Valar drew Melkor back to Valinor, bound hand and foot, and blindfold; and he was brought to the Ring of Doom. There he lay upon his face before the feet of Manwë and sued for pardon; but his prayer was denied, and he was cast into prison in the fastness of Mandos, whence none can escape, neither Vala, nor Elf, nor mortal Man. Vast and strong are those halls, and they were built in the west of the land of Aman. There was Melkor doomed to abide for three ages long, before his cause should be tried anew, or he should plead again for pardon.” - The Silmarillion, "Of The Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor"

Melkor is imprisoned within the Halls of Mandos, for three ages (300 Valian years), roughly 2850 solar years - all the while he plots his revenge. As this time passes, many of the Elves would come to dwell in Aman.

After the three ages pass, Melkor is once again brought before his brother. Melkor bows down, prostrating himself once again before Manwë, begging for pardon. Manwë releases him from his captivity, much to the displeasure of Tulkas and Ulmo. The Valar decree that he will not return to Middle-earth, instead staying in Aman where they can keep an eye on him.

In secret, Melkor begins working to corrupt the Elves, for whom he holds a grudge - as it was for their safety that the Valar came to Middle-earth to overthrow him. As Melkor assesses the Elves, he realizes the Vanyar - the Elves that would forever dwell in Aman - do not trust him. The Teleri, known for their ship building, Melkor deems too weak to be effective in his plans. In the Ñoldor, however, he finds a curious people who are eager to learn from the Valar - even himself. In YT 1169, one among the Ñoldor is born who would be Melkor’s most bitter enemy, but also his greatest tool for his evil purposes - Fëanor, the creator of the Palantíri and most importantly, the Silmarils, three great gems which shone with the light of the Two Trees. 

Melkor begins to spread rumors throughout the Ñoldor. He tells of Middle-earth and its wide lands - realms they would be free to rule were it not for the Valar keeping them in Aman. This distrust of the Valar and desire to rule takes hold in the hearts of many of the Ñoldor, especially Fëanor. Melkor sows even more discord within the House of Finwë between Fëanor and his younger half-brother Fingolfin. Manipulating Fëanor’s pride and quick temper, Melkor convinces Fëanor that Fingolfin plans to usurp his place as their father Finwë’s heir and take the Silmarils in the process. After Fëanor threatens to kill Fingolfin in YT 1490, the Valar banish him to Formenos, where he takes the Silmarils as well. In solidarity, Finwë also moves to Formenos to be with his son. Realizing that Melkor is pulling the strings in this feud, Tulkas goes to imprison him, but finds him gone. 

Two years later (YT 1492), Melkor reappears at Formenos, seeking to further influence Fëanor. This time, however, he goes too far and Fëanor recognizes Melkor for what he is.

"Now Fëanor’s heart was still bitter at his humiliation before Mandos, and he looked at Melkor in silence, pondering if indeed he might yet trust him so far as to aid him in his flight. And Melkor, seeing that Fëanor wavered, and knowing that the Silmarils held his heart in thrall, said at the last: 'Here is a strong place, and well guarded; but think not that the Silmarils will lie safe in any treasury within the realm of the Valar!' 

But his cunning overreached his aim; his words touched too deep, and awoke a fire more fierce than he designed; and Fëanor looked upon Melkor with eyes that burned through his fair semblance and pierced the cloaks of his mind, perceiving there his fierce lust for the Silmarils." - The Silmarillion, "Of the Silmarils and the Unrest of the Ñoldor"

Fëanor slams the door in his face and Melkor flees once again, making his way south to the valley of Avathar. There he finds a mysterious dark spirit which takes the form of a giant spider - Ungoliant. Melkor promises her rich reward for her assistance and she weaves a cloak of shadow around Melkor and herself to hide them in their travels. 

In YT 1495, the Valar seek reconciliation with the Ñoldor - and between Fëanor and Fingolfin. They all assemble in Valimar. Meanwhile, Melkor and Ungoliant make their way to the Two Trees. 

“And in that very hour Melkor and Ungoliant came hastening over the fields of Valinor, as the shadow of a black cloud upon the wind fleets over the sunlit earth; and they came before the green mound Ezellohar. Then the Unlight of Ungoliant rose up even to the roots of the Trees, and Melkor sprang upon the mound; and with his dark spear he smote each Tree to its core, wounded them deep, and their sap poured forth as it were their blood, and was spilled upon the ground. But Ungoliant sucked it up, and going then from Tree to Tree she set her black beak to their wounds, till they were drained; and the poison of Death that was in her went into their tissues and withered them, root, branch, and leaf; and they died.” - The Silmarillion, "Of the Darkening of Valinor"

The light of the Trees extinguished, the world is once again plunged into darkness. 

After Ungoliant drinks the entirety of the Wells of Varda, they go north to Formenos. There, Melkor kills Finwë and steals the Silmarils and other gems of Fëanor. Ungoliant, who grows in size after consuming the sap of the Two Trees, flees with Melkor across the Helcaraxë and into Middle-earth.

Once they arrive, Ungoliant in her insatiable hunger demands Melkor give her the treasure. Melkor, who is now very weak from his deeds, fears the monstrous spider. He gives her each of the gems of Fëanor and she, in turn, consumes each one. She then demands the Silmarils, but Melkor refuses. Ungoliant uses her webs to trap the Vala and nearly devours him, when he gives a great cry which summons the Balrogs from Angband. With their whips, they drive away Ungoliant and return their master to what remains of his old fortress. There, Melkor sets the Silmarils in an Iron Crown, which from that moment onward, he will never willingly remove - despite the fact that the crown is a great burden to him.

Back in Aman, Fëanor returns to Formenos to find his father slain and the Silmarils gone. Fëanor curses Melkor, and gives him a new name, which the Elves and Men will forever after know him by. A name meaning Black Foe or Dark Tyrant. The Vala Melkor is now known as the Dark Lord Morgoth.

As Fëanor claims kingship of the Ñoldor and leads many to Middle-earth, Morgoth, in his fortress of Angband, the Silmarils upon his crown, declares himself King of all the World. For the next 600 years, the Elves and Morgoth would be at war.