#I'm aware that this is crack but it feels like believeable crack given the actual plot

[justnerdystuffs]

Okay SO! Headcanon time!

Imagine if at some point after 1889 Hob runs into Corithian and they hit it off. Y'know. As Corinthian does. And so after a veeeery good time, he reveals hos eyes which stuns Hob so much he doesn't do anything and Corinthian kills him.

Or well. He would have, if not for Hob's specific situation.

Queue Hob coming back to life and just basically going 'What the fuck just happened' except Corinthian is Gone.

And then. Like. Plot stuff happens. Corinthian is remade at some point, at which point he runs into Dream and Hob, either in the Dreaming or the waking. And he looks at this human and goes.

'Wait. What. I killed you! I know I did!' and Hob 'Death is a mug's game' Gadling looks at him and goes 'It didn't stick' and queue Dream losing his shit and Corithian gets unmade again in that second.

So Hob tries to convince him to bring the dude back because 'It didn't last! I'm fine!' and Dream being all 'It's the principle of the thing!' and Hob is just smug cause now Dream is being all protective of him

Anyway he does end up bringing Corinthian back and Matthew can't for the life of him figure out why

[aerialflight]

fic rec list (in other words, i need a list for my neurotic brain and its obsessions, f me)

Yeah, everything said above. also, the deadpool and wolverine brainrot is real. i only watched it a week ago. nfeiwofpewafe.

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[Deadpool and Wolverine] (i'm still desperately searching for more. i just need a list for the ones that won't leave me alone fyufivuohbjl)

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by fictionfeast

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson (i still can't believe this is the ship name, they actually put worst wolverine as a specification. it's such a unique dynamic and relationship that we NEED that differentiation. amazing.)

To pay for rent, Logan and Wade take odd jobs on Craigslist.

(listen, LISTEN. just from the fact craiglist is involved, you KNOW it's gonna be off the walls crack and hilarity. i swear, this fic went in directions i never in a million years would've predicted, it's amazing. the voices for these characters are impeccable and i, too, would like to shake deadpool like a snowglobe so some goddamn honestly will barf out. logan, you have my sympathies. please read, i'm literally going insane.)

shattered glass by anarkissed

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

At first, Wade is pretty sure it all starts with the bullet- the one Logan had held in his teeth and spit out like it was a prize. Or maybe it starts in the Honda Odyssey. Or maybe it had started way back with Logan's smile. That first sardonic one when they'd met. Or maybe it's the way Logan is always staring at him. Or maybe- "I think you're enjoying this too much." "Maybe you're not enjoying it enough." It’s more bite than kiss, more claim than caress, but it’s their mouths connecting all the same, and Wade gasps, hoarsely, as blood wells up from his lips and Logan tongues it away like it’s his god-given right. Oh, oh oh, oh- he’s crazy. He’s so crazy. Wade has never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. Wade tries to figure out where whatever he has with Logan started. (And he's kind of hoping he never has to see how it ends.)

Part 1 of dying engine (poolverine/deadclaws)

(i'm not fucking kidding when i say this is my favorite d&w fic. i want to gnaw this in my mouth and develop vampire canines as i sharpen them every fucking reread. there are passages here that i reread like a fucking lunatic and i use the find in page option for the word 'crazy' just so i can go to my favorite part. and the fact there's a freaking part 2? that has logan's pov in it??? and it makes me feel just as unhinged??? it makes me want to go apeshit. please read. for the love of god.)

how easy you are to need by Patricia_Sage

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Wade smiles when the doctor opens the door. "Hi, we have a vet appointment at 2:00. Please tell me he doesn't have rabies because I have been scratched and bitten plenty." *** Logan gets treatment for adamantium poisoning. Wade helps.

Part 2 of he has risen, babygirl

(i fucking CACKLED reading this, omfg. also, wade's version of helping is both sweet and freaking hilarious, i love this idiot so much. and this fic! addresses the fact logan probably has ptsd medical trauma and i love that. it's hardly ever addressed and i appreciate how it's shown here. also, it's a series! part 1 is great too, you don't need to read it to understand part 2 though, dw.)

Void by RovingOtter

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

After a week without contact, Logan leaves Wade a weird voicemail.

(i'm religiously checking in on this for updates. i know the summary doesn't say anything, so i'll say it here. logan becomes aware of the fourth wall and it's so fascinating??? a genuine look on what happens if the wolverine becomes aware that he's a fictional character and the exploration of that premise here is *chefs kiss* delicious. and how wade reacts to it and how they both deal with the aftermath of this development is so interesting and god, i NEED to know how this fic will go. genuinely one of those fics that have a premise i've never thought about before and it's GLORIOUS!)

where soul meets body by Edgebug

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

"I'll probably see you around?" "Probably not," Logan says, something in his spine still shaking even now, and Wade looks at him with those huge dark eyes that look--hurt, maybe, heartbroken, and Logan knows he has to get up and leave before he can't. Each step is agony increasing, the thing in his spine trembling ever-harder and then Wade calls his name and he stops, turns, sees those eyes again; pleading, desperate. A rush of emotion slams into his hindbrain, it feels half foreign and half his own; don't do this can't do this without you please stay please stay stay stay stay let me stay stay stay "Come home with me," Wade blurts out, and Logan finds that he's taken steps toward Wade without realizing it, closing the yawning gap between them, and the thing in his spine relaxes just a little. "Okay," he says. (In which something very interesting happens underneath the Time Ripper, and Wade and Logan deal with the aftermath.)

(they vulcan mind melded and now can't live without the other. i just love this author's writing and i read every one of their d&w fics. i'm in love with their characterization of not just d&w but the rest of the cast as well! and the banter and genuinely fun interactions between d&w has me kicking my feet and giggling like a school girl. please read, i totally recommend this fic and the rest of the author's other fics XD)

your fool in this game for two by abillionstars

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

“Have you ever lived with anyone before?” At Wade’s question, Logan pauses to think. Scratches his balls for a second, and says, “I lived at Xavier’s school for a while, before I left. Lived in a clapboard boarding house about seventy years back. A couple of times, I slept in a park with other people nearby. Do those count?” “That was a rhetorical question,” says Wade. “Some might even call it an accusatory one. Mostly because—dude. I’m a fucking mess. But you’re even worse.” (two loser loners, falling in love.)

(this is crack. the peak of romance, the very height of big squishy feelings. it's perfect. god, i am utterly trash for this fic, it's so fucking good fnewiofpew)

Love You All Over by FinelyDressedSpacemen

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

The bad guys have love spells now, apparently. Logan gets nailed. Wade tries not to. With great power over your sexiest friend comes great emotional responsibility.

(where wade tries his best to respect logan and logan makes this, so freaking hard for him lmao. lovesick logan is truly the most flirty version of wolverine and it's incredible. it's like if hugh jackman himself is trying to romance the shit out of you. wade really is the stronger person, incredible. anyway, this was a joy to read and if you like musicals, this is definitely for you <3)

I'm the worst at what I do by Thestarvedghost

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Logan finds out from Wade after everything is said and done, universes saved and friends met, that most hims across the multiverse have some sort of memory issue, one way or another. Logan wishes he was that fucking lucky. He remembers it all.

Part 1 of No end and no beginning

(i recommend this entire series, the progression on d&w's relationship has me singing! it's so sweet and fluffy! well, as fluffy as 2 murderous, self-hating bastards can be anyway lol.)

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[Dimension 20] (Fantasy High, A Court of Fey and Flowers, A Crown of Candy)

interchange by fangirl_squee

Fandom: Fantasy High

Oh, the Bad Kids? Yeah, in that group they have [checks notes] a pirate cleric, a goblin bard, a Helioic fighter, an elven barbarian, a tiefling rogue, and a half-orc wizard.

(it's so interesting how different yet the same the bad kids are even with their class changes. man, the idea of fabian being a freaking cleric still makes me want to cackle. he'd be so much more Exasperated by the bad kids, especially freshman fabian X'D. also barbarian adaine has my whole fucking heart.)

yeah you held me the whole way through, when i couldn’t say the words like you by zedif_y

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

When Fabian is ten, his Papa tells him the story of how he married his mother. It’s a gory tale, one that involves a cut eye and bodies hitting the deck. He tells Fabian of a love that sent him to his knees, that leads a man like him– fearsome and powerful, the greatest pirate to ever live– to start a family. A love that gave him Fabian. --- A study on Fabian, grief, and, ultimately— love.

(an exploration on fabian's idea of what love is. god, it's so well written. i love this fic and absolutely recommend it! <3)

white knuckles by thathastu

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ships: Fabian/everyone (but all unrequited)

His ex-fling’s little sister. Two people in committed relationships who also happen to be in the same mega famous rock band. A heartbroken lesbian who doesn’t want to be involved with men in any way. And Riz fucking Gukgak. Fabian Aramais Seacaster, son of Bill Seacaster, finds himself falling for all of his friends.

(seeing the bad kids through fabian's eyes made me realize why the bad kids would be considered attractive to people who know them! it's so sweet how much fabian cares and pays attention to them and the constant feeling of 'oh no oh no' both made me want to laugh and coo at him lmao)

life in a wallflower garden with my friends by sickoflosiingsoulmates for lesbiansweetflips

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Ayda Aguefort/Figueroth Faeth

This is what Ayda has spent her entire life searching after. This is what she built the friendship section in the library in hopes of, what she spent long, lonely nights dreaming of. A night with a friend, a true friend, laughing and talking about nothing in particular. [or, ayda finds friends in the bad kids]

(ayda has friends! ayda has frieeenndss!! i'm so so in love with her and this fic is so fluffy and sweet! gah, instant shot of endorphins, guarantee!)

allies and fealty, or, on finding the first knight of the new Court of Craft by fangirl_squee

Fandom: A Court of Fey and Flowers

Ship: Binx Choppley/Captain K. P. Hob

The enemy of my enemy is kind of my friend. Or something.

(i'm always a sucker for rare pairs and man, this is something i didn't even know i wanted. i love how slowly and carefully they build trust in each other, especially binx who is so secretive and initiated this relationship in the first place. by the end, i completely bought this ship and the potential for it.)

I've walked a fragile line and I've fallen down by jadeandquartz

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Anger is burning in Lapin’s chest. It is bitter, and it is bloody, and it shines brighter than any Bulb the church might care to invent. Normally, he leaves his emotions be. He cannot afford to let feelings drive him forwards. Remaining logical is the only safe way to play the game of politics - and if you do not play it safe, you die. And if you die, then what was the point? But nothing about their predicament is normal. So, fuck playing the game safely. Fuck that. The world will not play safe with the lives of those he loves. *** In which Belizabeth Brassica is looking for a heretic, and Lapin confesses to his apostasy to protect the House of Rocks.

(one of the first crown of candy fics i read and i never looked back. lapin survive stories makes me so feral and god i love this cantankerous bunny so so much fnewiofewp)

to leave this all behind (halo round his head) by grumpyhedgehogs

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Lapin blinks slowly at Brassica as she steps up to the bars of his cell, the guards splitting around her like so much water over a stone. He inclines his head, trying for regal and probably failing. “Heretic.” Her voice grates against his eardrums. “You have awakened.” “Zealot. You haven’t killed me.” Lapin replies, dry.

(another, much longer fic where lapin survives and i'm so in love with how much detail and fantastic characterization this fic has, not just for lapin but for the whole cast! the day i stop loving the lapin survives trope is the day i die.)

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[The Terror] (yeah, i know, extremely random, and yet here we are. it's due to this animatic here that i was introduced to this show in the first place. def recommend both the show and this artist *thumbs up*)

I'll be Homeward Bound in Time by clandestinegardenias

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Back in the Arctic, stuffed two to a sleeping sack and trying to keep each other alert, he and James used to name every good type of thing they would eat when they got back, knowing–as they thought–the time would never come. 'Cream puffs', James had sighed one frigid night in a partial feverish delirium. Francis could hardly see him but for the lightest starlight, yet he had heard the smile evident in his voice all the same. That close, he had nearly felt it. --- Hailed as heroes on their miraculous return to England, Francis and James fail to cope, but nonetheless manage to fall together.

(i love how warm they are here, how clearly these two depend on one another and find joy despite the fact london is trying it's best to stamp out this closeness. post-rescue is always such an interesting time where they get to reflect and be traumatized by what happened in the arctic and the lack of understanding that is found when they go home. it's done so well here and man, i just love these two together. the ship that sails their ships lmao)

death is a sailing ship by Maleann

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

"James had died knowing that his heart, the core of his very being that no biographer would ever know, would carry on in Francis Crozier. Would be protected, cherished even, because Francis deemed him worthy of such care. Oh, how he had loved Francis then. He had been at peace with this being his last living thought. It’s his only thought now. In this undead life, his love has nowhere to go."  ___ James Fitzjames wakes up in the Afterlife. It looks strangely similar to his cabin on Erebus. (Updated with amazing artwork by Marella!)

(the fic is so!! kind!!! to all its characters! and fitzjames is in full form here, i love how it's him that's trying so hard to take care of his men, despite sir john and his lack of empathy. to have fitzjames damn what is proper and trying to do his best as always even in the freaking afterlife, god. you can just see how much fitzjames changed from the beginning of the show to his end in this fic. how all the characters changed, really. every character here is given room to heal and face the consequences of their actions and there were moments that it seriously made me cry. this is my fave fic in this entire list, it just does an amazing job of showing compassion to all its characters and i love it.)

there but for the grace of- by TheGoodDoctor

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

“I wish you would stop being such a martyr,” a languid voice says quietly, drawling as well as a man can with two missing molars and a glassy, bloodshot eye, leaking all the while from open chest wounds. Francis is rather impressed with his dedication to the role, somewhere under the roil of fury and exhaustion. “You know as well as I do that you could have this bed sometimes, if it didn’t suit you to stomp about with blacked eyes and a put-upon expression.” “And what should we do with you all the while, Commander,” he says, all on a great sigh, “wrap you in sailcloth already? Come, man, you’re either well enough to cease bleeding on my sheets or too ill to get out of them, you can’t have it both ways.” “Francis,” Ross began, “I did not undertake to accept the position of second on Franklin’s expedition for you, as you asked.”

(this fic scratched a brain itch i didn't even know i had. it's so interesting to think about, the idea of crozier not being on the expedition and instead being the person who rescues them instead. fitzjames and crozier actually developing a relationship based on this premise, without the shared trauma, is so so intriguing to me and i wish i had more of this. also, the fact crozier is so much more mentally healthier than canon due to ross makes me want to laugh and cry. god, if only.)

out of the sea came he, still hid in mist by dazydaisy for shortcrust

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

You make bargains you cannot keep. You make promises you plan to break. You give things that are not yours to give.

(a haunting, magical realism fic that feels like a gothic fairy tale. exactly my kind of fic! and if it's yours? definitely a good read *thumbs up*)

At Civil Twilight by lieutenant_iceberg

“Well,” said Francis. “Jopson, will you see what you can do with this three-year-old peace offering? A cup for each of us, and one for you.” “Sir,” said Jopson, collecting one of the bags. “You’ll be up all night if you take coffee now.” “I’ll be up all night anyway. Go, Jopson, go.” When he was gone, Francis got up from the table, and they stared into the depths of the bag together. Finally, Francis cleared his throat and said, “All right, then, James. How have you fared since I hit you?” A few days after Carnivale, Crozier and Fitzjames make a faltering attempt to talk things over.

Part 1 of Civil Twilight

(oooh, the very start of their friendship! how to make peace when their entire relationship is based on animosity and contempt! the dialogue and characterization of these two in this series is so good and i absolutely recommend!)

rebuilding by wildcard_47 for 20thcenturyvole

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Once they stepped ashore, a fey dark-haired man burst through the crowd a few heads down from Jane Franklin. When Fitzjames saw his brother, he startled, and when Will surged forward in the first press of the crowds around the returned—elfin face wet with tears as he swept James into a fierce embrace—only then did Fitzjames release his grip on Francis’s arm. Only then did Francis feel as if he could step away at last. Written for the 2023 Fall Fitzier Exchange, for the prompt: "Post-canon AU where, once they get home, Crozier and Fitzjames are riddled with guilt and trauma, and deal with their feelings by throwing themselves into caring for the surviving men..."

(i'm always so fascinated by post-rescue stories that actually deal with the aftermath, the logistics of it all. how the characters struggle to handle their own traumas, how they help one another through their experiences, all of it. and how both crozier and fitzjames step up for their men even now, even when they're no longer captains in the arctic and have to deal with london and all it's trappings. this fic handles all that so very well, i love it <3)

As Bullet Speaks to Gun by pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Thomas Jopson/Edward Little

Against all odds, they are rescued. Cornelius Hickey is court-martialed for his mutiny, and the whole mess of the expedition is unfurled in front of the public. With their names being dragged through the mud, Francis Crozier and James Fitzjames reach out to each other. Meanwhile, Thomas Jopson seeks revenge for what he believes is his captain's betrayal, and Edward Little tries to come to terms with the truth.

(yes!! edward little my beloved gets to shine here! and jopson is so bitter and angry and messy, it's great! again, i love fics that tackle what would happen post-rescue and how london would react to it. the trials, both actual and mental, they have to face in order to move on and be happy (oh please oh please) is handled expertly and i love it! crozier/fitzjames ship is a little more background in this fic compared to jopson/little, but honestly? i'm so sucked into the latter ship that it doesn't matter. both ships are written very well here and again, my beloved edward little is glorious in this fic and i love it! you go edward! woohoo!!!)

Principles of Magnetism (a Comedy of Manners) by acaramelmacchiato

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

The one where they're married but it's still Victorian times and also it's an accident.

(you don't understand, this fic is so fucking funny. it's so goddamn victorian and sir john is so jane-austen-silly-characters coded. i want to both shake his hand for making this premise happen in the first place, and punch him in his punchable face. and crozier is perfectly characterized here, i can visually picture his disgruntled expressions so clearly in my mind, it's incredible.)

Thaw by orphan_account

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Past Captain Francis Crozier/Sophia Cracroft

Courteous, charming Fitzjames, whittled down to maturity by the North, and being there, very obviously, not as Francis's right-hand man or as his comrade, but as his mate; a soulmate. Sophia had no need to look at Francis’s face, at the discoloration that would have turned one of his blue eyes into the good-coffee brown of Fitzjames's, to know it, so blatant and luminous a thing it was.

Part 1 of A Victorian Soulmate AU

(very interesting fic where one can choose their soulmates, choose who they want to bond with for life. and the fact it's sophia's pov and how she deals with this fact is handled so carefully and full of goodwill. it makes me want to applaud. i love how clear it is that they're grown ass adults willing to discuss and make peace with one another because they're all genuinely good people who want happiness both for others and themselves. this fic feels like a flower that you hold in your hands to admire it's beauty and delicacy.)

And It Is Now, And It Is Here by 20thcenturyvole, pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

(when the ghost of your future haunts you, you better believe it changes to the plot. i love the dichotomy of how crozier and fitzjames reacts to ghost fitzjames! it's so interesting and i was on the edge of my seat the entire time i read this. if you want to know how it all ends, please read! i promise this fic is a ride you want to get on.)

Waistcoats! or, Life Before the Passage by sadsparties

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Lady Ann Ross/Sir James Clark Ross, Lt Henry T. D. Le Vesconte/Original Character

Commander James Fitzjames of the Royal Navy is the Best Man that a best friend could ever ask for. A chance meeting forces him to share his arctic expedition duties with one Captain Francis R. M. Crozier, and perhaps other duties as well.

(listen, the terror is a horror show and i both want and need lighthearted fics in order to deal with all the horrors lol. but seriously, this fic was genuinely just fun to read and i love the banter and slowly developing friendship and relationship between crozier and fitzjames! truly the romantic comedy fic in this fandom. XD)

[starkskeep]

But if you hold me without hurting me (r. stark)

But if you hold me without hurting me r. stark imagine

Pt. 5 of Oh, all I used to do was pray, Right when I felt the moment stop, And I might be ok, but I'm not fine at all, And the life I gave away

Pairings - Robb Stark x female!Reader

Summary - You have a long-awaited conversation with Robb. It changes things between the two of you.

Word Count - 1,133 words

Warnings - Angst, Possibly unbearable cheesiness

A/N - I broke the Taylor Swift title streak. In my defense, I have been a LDR stan since middle school and Cinnamon Girl makes me sob every time I listen to it.

Songs I listened to while writing: Like Real People Do (Hozier), Cinnamon Girl, Carmen (Lana Del Rey), Me and My Husband (Mitski)

Robb feels his heart start to beat erratically as he watches you and Jon. It is obvious that you care deeply about Jon as he does you. Robb knows that he has walked in on something private, feeling jealous but also wishing that he could be the one to comfort you as such. Your moment with Jon is interrupted when Robb clears his throat in order to make you aware of his entrance into your chambers. The sound startles you and causes you to turn in Robb’s direction. Jon also turns to look at Robb, his expression wary that Robb would misinterpret the scene.

Robb begins to speak slowly but his voice cracks ever so slightly, his heart contracting in his chest due to an onslaught of emotions. “Am I interrupting anything?”

You quickly regain your composure. “No, my lord husband, you are not. I lost a letter earlier today. Jon has calmed me down and agreed to help look for it.” You dismiss Jon from your chambers, assuring him that you will be okay. 

Jon locks eyes with Robb as he leaves. Tensions eased between him and Robb once he saw Robb trying to fix everything. However, Jon still continues to be an advocate for you. His brother looks back at him, eyes filled with questions he knows Jon cannot answer. Robb just needs to know that you are going to be okay, regardless of what happened. 

Your husband takes a step closer to you. He looks into your eyes, searching for the pain that he knows must be there. You are a strong woman but no one should be subjected to the kind of abuse that the letter contained. As he moves closer, you notice the letter crumpled in Robb’s fist. “Ah. It seems as I I do not need to search for the letter.” You say with a sad smile, “I take it that you have seen what my father thinks of me?”

Looking down at the letter once again, Robb scowls. The fury that had been burning inside of him returns to the surface. His head shakes in disgust and he quickly closes his fist tighter around the letter, as if the action would make the item disappear from existence. Robb nods once in acknowledgment of her question. “I did. It is nothing less than disgraceful.” He draws his eyes up to meet yours. Robb’s voice shakes with thinly veiled anger. “Your father is a cruel, cruel man. To say such things to you, his own daughter…well, it is unforgivable.” He says the last word through gritted teeth.

You motion for Robb to sit next to you. In your almost year of marriage, this is the first time that you have actually asked him to be near you. It seems as if he has realized this fact as well if his hesitancy is anything to go off of. Robb’s nervous movements are in stark contrast to your controlled stillness. A couple moments pass between you two before you begin to talk. Long-awaited and much-needed words begin this conversation. “It’s cruel but what he says is true. I have failed in my duty as a wife. I should have given you an heir by now.” 

Completely stunned is how the maesters would describe Robb if they were here to record this meeting. You are still calling him your husband, even after everything he has done, but you are voicing something that Robb would never want to believe. Yes, it is a wife’s and therefore your duty to give him an heir, but he would never, never force you to conceive if you were not yet ready. He turns to face the fireplace, staring into the flickering flames as he realizes how truly damaged you have been from a childhood in the Frey household and the months as his wife. Both of you have tried to do everything that has been expected of you, yet it is you who has suffered the most and continues to endure. Robb is angry at the world. Angry at the cruel words of your father. Angry at himself for the way he has treated you. Sighing deeply, he speaks after gathering his emotions. “Do not let them make you believe that this is your fault. It takes two to make a child. I am just as much to blame for the situation we find ourselves in…” 

Robb’s words trail off when he feels you place your head on his shoulder. It seems to be a night of firsts. Much like you never asked him to be near you, you have never initiated any sort of physical comfort. You both enjoy the feeling until you bring Robb back to reality with your voice breaking the silence. “I don’t blame you for anything. I want you to know that. You were forced to marry me, forced to make me your queen, while you still loved Talisa. Why would you want to leave her side for a Frey, especially when Talisa was carrying your child? I ruined your life.”

Feeling a tear soak into the shoulder of his tunic, Robb tilts your head up so he can see you clearly. “You didn’t ruin my life. I made a deal with your father. I knew what I was agreeing to when I crossed the bridge.” He reaches his thumb to brush the tears off your face. “This is not your burden to bear. It is something we must share. Something we must work through so that we can grow together. Something I should have worked harder on at the beginning of our marriage.” Your husband sighs deeply and shakes his head, trying to accept how much he has just spoken. Robb comes to the startling realization that he has never voiced this sentiment to you before, much less even admitted it to himself. 

“Thank you. I need to hear those words said to me.” You say and place a gentle kiss on Robb’s cheek. A blush spreads across your face as you do so.

He freezes when he feels your lips brush against his skin. A matching pink tint blotches his cheeks like yours did. This is the first time you have shown affection for him and it feels…good. Robb smiles and leans over to place a kiss on your forehead, wanting to continue this newfound physical affection that you have started. “I’m here for you. I know I haven’t been in the past, but from this moment forward, I will always be here for you my queen.” The increased presence of his Northern accent betrays the emotions that are overwhelming him. Staring into your eyes, his gaze reveals nothing but honesty and sincerity in his gaze. Robb meant every word he said to you tonight. 

A/N - Once again, thank you so much for reading. My ask box is always open for requests, comments, or if just want to gush about our lovely Stark boys.

[chalkrevelations]

if you don't want to talk about this further, just ignore this of course, but have you seen pond's fucking instagram post about build? (without saying his name of course) i know automatic translations can be wonky, but overall, he is making it all about himself and his feelings, STILL "both sides" the whole thing, and throws in a "watch the new ep of our show" (you know... the one they took away from build) at the end. the audacity that man has is just beyond comprehension. i truly hope karma will do its thing and ruin the company and that man's life.

Hi, Anon. I. Hm.

I went back and forth a couple of times on whether I actually did want to respond to this. I have a lot of feelings and opinions about Pond and about BOC under his direction that I’ve rarely spoken about so publicly (although I have some suspicions, for Reasons, that some things I’ve said in semi-private spaces have been spread further than those spaces). I'm very aware that I'm at a cultural and linguistic disadvantage when I try to evaluate anything about Pond or BOC and that I'm therefore working with limited information. But I don’t think it’s a big secret I’m not a fan of Pond’s. From what I’ve seen, I think his behavior has been deeply problematic and unethical, and not just in relationship to Build’s situation - although the way he’s tried to portray himself as peacemaker during this whole debacle with Poi has certainly only exacerbated my negative impression. The best I can give him is that maybe he’s unaware of his own unctuous self-centeredness? So, while it would be gross and skeevy that he would 1) make something as serious as this all about himself and his own feelings, and 2) use it as a mercenary chance to flog his latest BOC property despite the fact that property no longer has anything to do with Build, I wouldn't be surprised by it.

Personally, I'm sorry that I gave him and his company the benefit of the doubt for as long as I did. Like many other people, I bought into the “big happy family” fan service for a while, before eventually accepting that it was just as much fan service as any branded pair, so, mea culpa on that front, right? But I think too many people didn’t and haven’t realized or accepted that, and that Build in particular has paid an out-sized price for it - including when people have put the blame on him for the cracks in the facade, especially in misplaced anger and outrage over the “leaked” DMs that threatened the happy found-family narrative BOC was selling and that fans want(ed) to believe.

I think Pond and BOC have been very good at manipulating fan sentiment into believing their self-imposed Hero Edit and self-promotion as industry disrupter, despite evidence to the contrary that goes back as far as the filming of KPTS, when Poi and Yok got away with sexually and otherwise harassing multiple cast members, including a teenaged Barcode. It extends through leveraging Barcode’s and other cast members' emotional response to Jeff’s departure to provide a show for a live concert audience, and forward to a reality show in which a bunch of young wannabe actors were pressured into exposing their worst moments, on television, for prurient viewer interest. Setting up Apo, of all people, to hawk skin lightener was a terrible thing to do and makes everyone involved a worse human being.

So, no, I wouldn't find this latest skeevy behavior surprising. I don’t know what Build’s hopes and plans are, as far as regaining a domestic career, and he's always seemed, publicly at least, to be far more forgiving of Pond than I would be in his position. I don't know if that's personal, cultural, or professionally rooted. But I personally hope Build has enough resources to allow him to avoid getting involved with Pond again, given the way Pond and BOC have treated him – from folding to a ginned-up harassment campaign so that Build was kept out of the public eye precisely when VP was airing/trending (funny, that), through leaving him to twist in the wind from the time of Poi’s first salvo of plagiarism accusations - which BOC apparently couldn’t be bothered to respond to, even though it was one of their properties at issue - to Pond standing around for a year and a half with his hands in the air like a bystander while Nong Poi publicly curbstomped someone who Pond claimed was a friend and part of his work "family," before sad-facing for the press about how hurtful it was that Build decided to leave the “family” that had publicly damnatio memoriae’d him.

Anyway, that's really more time and emotional spoons than I want to spend on Pond or his company - tbqh, they're one reason I'm semi-hiatusing at this point - so I'm likely done talking about them after this. But as usual, once I start, I talk forever, so here this is.

[homestuckreplay]

The Time Traveler's Can Opener

(page 498-509)

8/18/2009 Wheel Spin: Character Switch Verdict: Oops, All John!

8/19/2009 Wheel Spin: being silly :3c Verdict: CORRECT (Gamer Refrigerator!)

500 pages!! I can't believe how fast these numbers are going up, I'm learning that most webcomics cap at one page a day at most, so feel genuinely lucky to get all this.

I thought John was going to get a Badass Moment where he totally owned those imps in the living room, but he totally biffed it :( but if he'd won against so many enemies so soon, the victory might have felt unearned. I am really noticing the improvement in Rose and John's Sburb abilities - their teamwork in these pages is so good, with John absconding to the study and then Rose sliding the refrigerator into the cranny so the imps can't follow. Rose has great instincts here and is in such a stressful situation herself that I can't help but give her props for her work here.

I do think dropping the safe from so high was overkill, and that destroying John's house is literally the opposite of her job right now. I also think that if the refrigerator gets one more kill it will probably out-level John and therefore take over as both the client player and the main character of our story. So the two of them both have things they still need to work on, but, reading this gives the real sense that they're making progress, and that gives the story a nice momentum.

I also LOVE how the imps, collectively, have a lot of personality. Real video games can often struggle with this, where low level enemies are mindless things to kill that leave no actual impression, but Sburb has really cracked it. The gag where the imps will replace their jester hats with any other hat or hat like object is very entertaining to me, and the fact that they're really invested in the pogo ride for some reason is curious. Most likely they just think it's fun to play with, but I like to imagine that Slimer from Ghostbusters is a god in their society.

I've been thinking recently about what wikipedia terms the 'sad clown paradox,' where comedians have an above average chance of struggling with issues like depression. It's really easy to read John and his prankster's gambit through this lens, but part of me wants to read John's whole house through the lens. From its multiple generations of inhabitants to its decor to its new invasive species, it feels like the essence of the clown is infused throughout this ultimately sad and lonely house.

Under the safe in John's dad's study is a captchalogue card and a note taped to the wall. Inside the safe is another, scuffed up copy of Colonel Sassacre, along with some old papers and an unidentified grey object in the back. I don't know what I expected to be in here, either money or an authentic Joseph Grimaldi jacket, but it seems like the Sassacre book is a really important heirloom that each person in the Egbert family gets to own. I'll probably speculate some more on why Dad wants to save these items specifically once we've seen the papers.

From the antiquated politeness of the new commands, I figured the Wayward Vagabond had read the human etiquette book, but I did not know they'd eaten it. It seems counterproductive to eat information that might be helpful. Unless that's how their species learns and retains things, in which case, great work and it's clearly paying off. Kind of sucks how the author of the etiquette book is British though.

Even now the Vagabond is being polite, it seems really dangerous to have these commands coming to John from an outsider, given how he loses all awareness of his surroundings when he's being commanded like this. But given the logo on the outside, the computer and bunker the Vagabond inhabits were built by someone, for some intended function. So what's the deal? Is the system of giving commands built into Sburb or not? Is there somebody else more competent who is intended to use this command panel, and the Vagabond has stolen their place somehow? Does Sburb really feel like it needs to mind control its players directly? Is the game going to get so difficult and complicated that this is the only way to win? The Vagabond doesn't seem like they have a goal with John beyond obtaining a can opener, but what will happen if whoever's supposed to be using this computer shows up?

[6lostgirl6]

Hiiii!! I just found your blog and I'm ready obsessed<33 I was wondering if I could request a poly lost boys, with a taller fem s/o? Like, their partner is around 5'11-6'0 maybe? I just rarely ever see anything for us taller girls in the tlb fandom 🥲 but that's why I thought I'd ask!!! Much love to you!! ❣️💕

Thank you so much, this literally made my day! Much love to you, hun! I hope you like it!

Poly!Lost Boys x Tall!Reader 

Height Doesn't Matter 

Starting off, being as tall as you were, a majority of the time, you were taller than your partners. Which led to a lot of breakups because they couldn’t handle being shorter than you.

I believe that when it comes to the boys’ heights, Dwayne is 6'0, David and Paul are 5'10, and Marko is 5'7. 

You were only able to match up with Dwayne in height due to the fact he was the tallest before you joined the group. Now if you’re 5’10, you easily measure up to David and Paul.

When you first met the boys, you were a little more appreciative about going out with them due to your height and the insecurity it brought. 

However they're awfully charming and you were swept off your feet in no time. 

They didn't realize how much your height bothered you until David started to notice which doesn't take a lot given his mind abilities. 

David is very aware of things going on around him and he was quick to notice something was bothering you, especially in the beginning of your relationship when your insecurity was at its peak. 

When there’s a problem, especially with you, David looks into it until it’s resolved. He’s very stubborn about it so whenever there is something going on with you, he will get to the bottom of it. 

However, he wants you to be able to trust him and the boys enough to come to them yourself. However, if it takes longer than he originally thought, he’s stepping in because he wants you to feel better. 

When it was finally time, David sat you down with the others and had you tell them what was going on.

You admitted that you were scared of them breaking up with you because of your height.

David was quick to assure you that wasn't the case and you were stuck with them for life. Which made the other boys silently chuckle because yes, undead vampires. 

Dwayne is an amazing listener, therefore if you ever needed to vent with someone about your insecurities, he’s the best person.

He’ll offer amazing advice whenever you need it, it’s like his secret talent. Being the one who seems to have the answer to everything wrong.

Between Dwayne and David, Dwayne is more of the sweet reassurances and helpful advice. While David means well, he definitely has that tough love. 

Whenever you need truth without sugarcoating, David is a good person to seek advice from. 

If you needed a distraction from your insecurity, Paul and Marko would be perfect because they would be cracking jokes to make you laugh and offering to spend time doing crazy things to give you a thrill.

David uses intimidation not by height but through his presence alone. Therefore, he doesn’t care that you are taller than him. He’s still the group leader and that’s not going to change. He’s a very confident man.  

He's the type that will grab you down by the collar of your shirt or the nape of your neck and give you a kiss.

Dwayne would actually be fine with you being the same height as him, he’s glad he doesn't have to bend his neck in order to kiss or hug you. He can just move his head forward and instantly give a smooch. 

Whenever Dwayne and you feel playful, you definitely hold things about your heads to mess with Marko. Dwayne may keep to himself, but he can be a prankser when he wants to be, especially when it’s against Marko. 

Paul sometimes makes jokes about how much taller than him you are but he'll stop once he notices it starting to bother you.

“Damn sugar, can you bend down? Can’t hear you.” *snickers*

“...“ *frowns*

“No wait, I’m sorry!” 

Paul finds it cool that you’re able to reach shelves, especially ones he can’t reach. He can’t hover in public to get it but he likes that you can get it for him.

Makes it a lot easier for him to steal because you can reach higher stuff in public and just book it before you both get caught. 

Marko doesn't care that you're more than a few inches taller than him. He still finds you immensely attractive. 

Lowkey, he has a thing for a taller partner, he’s used to being around the boys, therefore he obviously will still like you. 

Your height will not stop him from getting kisses from you. He will grab your face and pull you down in order to kiss you. 

Sometimes he'll push himself on his toes cause it makes you laugh and find it cute. 

If anyone comments on the height difference and makes jokes, Marko will not hesitate in starting a fight. Your honor means a lot to him and wont let people cause you problems.

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You're forgetting that Eraser is an enabler. Yes, Bakugo should be held fully accountable for his own actions, I completely agree with you there. But Eraser is his homeroom teacher. It's his job to discipline Bakugo when he does something wrong and not allow him to continue that behavior. Instead he does nothing as Bakugo repeatedly attacks a fellow classmate. He assumes that Midoriya is just as responsible for them not being able to get along. He has CONSISTENTLY treated Midoriya unfairly, especially as opposed to Bakugo.

Who's the one always defending Bakugo? Eraser. Who's the one who paired them together for the final despite Bakugo repeatedly being violent toward Midoriya? Eraser. Who's the one who did nothing to correct Bakugo's behavior despite promising to? Eraser.

Either Eraser is an idiot who genuinely doesn't believe that there's a power imbalance between Midoriya and Bakugo, or he's aware of it and sees no problem with it and doesn't deign to do anything about it. You can understand how neither of these options do him any favors

I'm not saying he isn't an enabler.

I'll acknowledge that my preferred version of Aizawa is mostly fanon because I like him better when he's a good man and a good father figure to the kids. But I know that he enabled Bakugou.

It's why in every five I write the backstory is that Aizawa doesn't read teacher comments and he assumes based on Bakugou’s attitude that he was treated like a villain. Because it gives us a reason why Aizawa does defend Bakugou. As for Izuku: I think Nezu never included the activation date or even Izuku kept it quiet out of fear. He never tells ANYONE when he got his Quirk for a long time. So I can actually understand why Aizawa would think Izuku is lazy in that situation. I think Aizawa is a fucking idiot for not looking into it further, but that's me.

However I can't remember Aizawa ever blaming Izuku for the fights with Bakugou. I literally can't. He blames them BOTH for the after curfew fight which is highly unfair but it's not solely Izuku. I've rewritten enough of the series that I can see how unfair Aizawa is BUT with his personality I can't understand why. It feels incredibly out of character to me that a guy who hates when people coast on their Quirks and acts like a bunch of entitled dicks would give Bakugou a pass. Hence my headcanon.

Aizawa does enable Bakugou: and it's WILDLY out of character even early on. This is why I think Horikoshi either: a) wants Bakuhou around the most and will make everyone OOC to do it or b) is being forced to keep the guy in due to popularity.

But to say he ONLY blames Izuku is wrong. He's just never punishing Bakugou which isn't good. I won't deny Aizawa is a dick the first while before becoming more open. However: he's not the one at fault for Bakugou’s actions. Bakugou would have figured a way out to bully Izuku no matter what. He'd have gotten sneaker and meaner over time. That's what abusers do. He'd have hit Izuku in places people can't see and he'd have done things to mess with him.

Aizawa did enable Bakugou. But to have him receive a horrible punishment when Bakugou gets off Scott free is my issue. If Aizawa is fired for not doing anything, Bakugou should be expelled. If Bakugou just needs anger management, Aizawa just needs therapy.

To me, Aizawa honestly thought Bakugou just needed guidance. He never threatens Izuku with expelling him after the first day. He pulls logical ruses, does train Shinsou over them and isn't a great teacher but NO teacher at UA is a good one. Vlad King certainly the hell isn't given he hasn't cracked down on Kendo or Monoma for their shit. Power Loader isn't for not stopping Mei from her antics. Present Mic and Midnight could have done something to. All Might isn't a great teacher either.

Aizawa is an idiot who got blinded by his own beliefs. Bakugou is a child who was hurt by society and needs guidence while Izuku is the old version of Kirishima: a well meaning guy who pushes to much. That's what Aizawa thinks I believe. That's what he is to me. Someone who honestly has the best intentions but fucks up.

But again: the issue will always be the unequal punishment for Bakugou when he is the sole person at fault. He didn't need an enabler the very first day: he attacked Izuku no matter what. His actions are his own.

[guiraguira]

hi! I have a very specific idea, don't write it if you don't want to. How about lost Jyushi who finds a lost little girl and they both wait for them to look for them and in the end the reader becomes affectionate with him because of how attentive he was with the girl?

Lost Children ✨

Hello darling!!! It's the first time I've been asked for Jyushi and the idea is so sweet! (Even the ending) ❤️

Warning: none specific, just a little suggestive at the end.

Jyushi x reader

° Until a few moments ago they were walking hand in hand in the middle of the festival, it was particularly crowded and the tide of people accidentally separated them. I didn't know how to meet you again and in the midst of this confusion I couldn't call you on your cell phone either.

° Moving away from the crowd, he thinks what to do, he stands under a tree trying to recognize your face among the strangers but he is unsuccessful. The fear of being lost and the shame flood his mind, his eyes are already clouding with tears about to come out.

° In the middle of this, he feels that they take his hand and he quickly turns around believing that it is you, but it is not. A little girl holds him tight, babbling something between sobs. He's not sure what to do himself, he almost cries a moment ago.

° "heyy… mmm.. what's up? What's your name?" He asks, bending down at the girl's height to hear her better, but she chokes on tears as she tries to speak. Remembering your techniques to calm him down, he takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes away the girl's tears.

° "Look, here is Amanda, she helps me when I'm sad" he offers it to her, getting her to calm down, she quickly realized that she was lost just like him. "Do you want me to help you find your parents?" The minor who had barely recovered threatens to cry again and Jyushi flies to the cotton candy stand with the girl in her arms, buying one to entertain the child with something else.

° There is no longer even a tear on the infant's cheeks, his eyes are surprised by the gift he gave him and amid shouts of happiness he voraciously eats the candy. Giving small pieces to Jyushi at irregular intervals so he can taste it too.

° They were so distracted enjoying the food that they didn't notice when the girl's parents arrived and what's more, you were behind them, helping them find his daughter while you were looking for him. Exchanging thanks they are about to say goodbye, when the girl tugs at his clothes asking him to get down, giving him a quick hug before running to her parents again.

° "I didn't think you were going to be taking care of that girl, it was a lot of coincidence, right?" You tell him when the family is far enough away, intertwining your fingers with his.

° "Actually… I got lost and she just found me" she smiles softly at you before continuing "I was crying too, so I lent Amanda to her and gave her some candy… I was glad she found her family quickly" but then his voice cracks a bit "I didn't ruin our date did I?" he asks under her breath.

° You stop dead, staring at him, you can't believe that he just told you that, is he not aware of when he does a good deed? "My darling, why would you? You behaved very well with that little girl helping her" Your hands are placed on his waist pulling him closer to you. "That was very sweet of you" you finally hug him resting your head on his chest.

° Given the height difference you can clearly hear his heart beating like crazy. "It's just because you're good to me" he says returning your hug "oh, come on don't be like that.." Clasping your hands behind his neck you pull him up giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

° "You're very good naturally!" And you kiss him again, making him start to blush. "And your heart beats so fast for that act that it's impossible for it to be my fault" you say before placing another kiss on his lips. Falling apart in your grasp he dies of embarrassment, when you get affectionate in public he doesn't know what to do.

° "Please, people are watching us!..." although it is true, you care little or nothing, you want everyone to see how happy they are together. "Ah, but you can't complain about this!" This time your kiss is a little longer and you leave him breathless.

° "Not here, wait…" you become more daring at those words, with all the intention of making him nervous "so where can I? .." you ask, smiling seductively, entangling your fingers in the hair of his nape.

° Jyushi swallows nervously, he's never prepared for when you get like this "would it be okay at my house?..." You say kissing him again, pulling his lower lip.

° "wherever, but not here... not here" he asks, almost trembling, "wherever?..." From the smile you return, he knows that he was wrong about what he said, but it's too late to retract it, he follows you by the hand wherever you lead it.

[apple-salad]

Mary Magdalene Faltetto (Farutetto) Dress Unboxing + Details

2023 edition, navy (sample) and mist (2017) colorways.

Please keep reading under the cut for more detail pictures, descriptions, waxing poetic etc.

Note: This dress is commonly translated as "Farutetto", but I will be calling it Faltetto from here on as Mary Magdalene has previously translated it as such.

Other note: If the video isn't loading on my blog, you can view it on my instagram, but the quality is a lot worse and it's split into parts.

Words cannot describe how elated I am to own these two pieces, which I have had quite the history with! And, I feel incredibly lucky to have obtained not one but two pieces from Mary Magdalene's sudden update.

The mist colourway especially had been an item that I had been pining over for a long time and had always regretted backing out of paying a SS to preorder it when advance reservations for this new colourway (which later became "exclusive reservations" when MM failed to open any general reserve to the public after, and to this day) opened to attendees of a Chinese event in Guangdong, in 2017.

And the navy...I had preordered it via a Chinese SS for the Le Panier event in Shanghai in 2018 (announced to be an exclusive colourway, along with a lilac), only for it to be cancelled a year later! So I am very happy to own this sample version which is likely the same one used for the Le Panier event.

I have written a long, rambly post that goes into more detail of the history of where the Faltetto samples might have come from, + Mary Magdalene's activities that I am aware of from around 2017, so please check it out if you like.

Actual worn/coord photos will be in a separate post (or a few separate posts), but following will be some detail photos with a little bit of overlap from the video.

The bedspread I used is super wrinkly in the video and my photos, so I apologize in advance for that.

This was my first time purchasing directly from Mary Magdalene! I'm super thankful to rabbitreverie, who let me know that MM had suddenly updated their website with a message that they were planning to upload a few items the next day (or that night? I can no longer remember), with only a vague time frame given (in the evening). We both stayed up all night refreshing, and everything MM uploaded sold out in about 5 minutes (a lot of the stock was sample pieces, so only one was available, I reckon).

So as it follows, this was my first time receiving a Mary Magdalene branded box. I had the package sent to a forwarding service and asked them to keep the shipping box for this reason!

Unfortunately, the box did get super banged up not only in shipping, but also when it was consolidated, and it's quite misshapen now. Plus, the warehouse clearly opened up the box so I don't get that "freshly cracked open" experience, oh well. At least the pieces inside seemed to be untouched.

Both dresses came in a plastic garment bag with a very ordinary, flimsy plastic hanger, which was then folded into a thin non-woven dust bag, and further packaged in a "Mary Magdalene" logo branded plastic bag (without handles).

Since I'm a terrible hoarder of branded items, it was nice to get some more Mary Magdalene bags. I have just a couple that came with some coats I bought many years ago. I believe there was a point where Mary Magdalene shipped branded wooden hangers with their pieces, but no longer (I am not sure if such a thing was a special novelty for larger items like coats, or if it was commonplace back then).

Here are the hangers--at the point of photographing I had removed the dresses, so just imagine the dresses in there like the video. For whatever reason, the hangers are different, but they are both cheap plastic so it's whatever.

Only the Mist colourway came with a fabric swatch--I assume this is because it was a non-sample and was considered to be the 2017 standard release (so, this is how the dress would have shipped in 2017). One interesting thing is that both tags have the pink tag design, even though I swear I saw a red tag design on the maroon faltetto dresses from last year.

It's somewhat impressive that Mary Magdalene printed a tag for the sample pieces at all, as they really didn't need to bother (I feel like most brands don't)!

On to the dresses! I didn't take any extra photos of the two pieces side by side, so you can reference the very first photo in this post for that.

The colours are just gorgeous. I had wanted the mist for a very long time, but I'd be hard pressed to choose only one out of the two if I needed to. The mist is a lovely blue-toned gray which seems to change depending on the lighting, but the mature dark tone of the navy is also lovely!

Mary Magdalene had noted two differences between the navy sample piece and regular releases of faltetto: first, the chemical lace at the bodice is different; and second, the buttons that secure the neck ties to the bodice are different (regular release have sort of matte textured buttons that match the dress in colour, the samples have plain clear buttons). Both are minor and the construction of the piece seems to be the same as a typical release of faltetto.

I have to personally wonder if the sample pieces are handsewn by the designer (Rieko Tanaka) herself, though!

A closeup of the skirt section. One difference I've noticed between newer faltetto dresses released in 2017 and after is that the rose lace on the tier here is gathered along with the skirt. I don't think I've seen it gathered on the older faltettos (or at least, not on the other ones I own, of which their release year is technically unknown).

Hopefully this photo portrays the difference in lining. Usually faltetto uses a kind of satin textured lining, but the navy lining is a very ordinary polyester lining with a slightly cheaper feeling. It doesn't change the dress very much, but I can see the choice of material adding to the "sample" factor of the dress.

This is the back of the bodice. Part of faltetto's design appeal is the partial shirring panel at the back, which makes its sizing a lot more forgiving than a lot of other Mary Magdalene.

The image might be a bit small, but perhaps you can also see the difference in neck tie buttons.

The bustle ties are tied in bows at the back of the navy! I wonder if tying them is something leftover from when it was worn for the Le Panier fashion show...?

A closer look at the bustle ties and the little loops that you thread the ties through to bustle it.

The fabric of both is a textured chiffon--I think it's sometimes called georgette or pearskin by brands? I was concerned that the fabric would be thin because the chiffon used on my 2017 maroon faltetto is quite thin, but the fabric on both mist and navy seem to match my other faltetto releases.

That was all the mist/navy faltetto photos I took, so while we are on the topic of 2017's maroon, here are more comparison photos between those two. I figured it might be interesting putting them side by side because allegedly both of these pieces were produced in 2017 for Chinese lolitas who had pre-reserved (I bought the maroon secondhand in 2018, so I can say relatively confidently that it is the 2017 release and not 2022).

As far as I could tell, aside from the main fabric used, the construction seems to be pretty identical. The lining on the maroon might be a bit wrinkly from storage, but it has that satin sheen like the mist.

Maybe not the best photos, but hopefully these close-ups express the difference in fabric texture and thickness between the two. The chiffon used for maroon definitely feels somewhat cheaper and common, somehow.

Lastly, here's the washing tag. They also seem identical, except unfortunately it looks like the previous owner of maroon cut the tag and removed the extra button for some reason (the other side of mist's tag has an extra necktie button attached). The navy has no washing tag at all, which I suppose makes sense with it being a sample (however, it does have a "Mary Magdalene" brand tag sewn into the inner facing of the bodice).

By the way, while I was loading petticoats under the mist JSK for photos, I discovered that it had a minor factory defect!

It seems that one of the threads tacking the main skirt fabric to the lining was sewn down to the wrong seam of the lining. There is both a side seam and a side back seam to the lining, with the side back being where the lining's snap is attached (for the bustle). With the skirt fabric attached like this, when you try to raise/bustle the lining with the snap, there is a puckering effect.

Thankfully, it's an easy fix (I undid the thread tack and re-knotted it to the right seam), but not what I expected from the mist colour technically being first-run quality!

Fixed, and now the skirt can be bustled nicely!

That's all for this post, I think! At this point I have all of 5 faltetto dresses, which is...ouch. I never thought I'd end up with so many. I may need to find some way to utilize all 5 at once...

[here-be-bec]

20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS

thanks @commanderfoxdeservesbetter for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

105! hit 100 over febuwhump.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

167,182!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

star wars: the clone wars is the main fandom, but i've also written some stuff for alex rider! and a few gift fics for jedi fallen order, marvel, and doctor who.

4. What are you top five fics by kudos?

no. 1 is 'connection is what saves us' (which makes me happy, because it only recently overtook second place and i like to see a fox-centric whump fic on top).

no. 2 is 'the food's too sweet'.

no. 3 is 'an acceptable loss'.

no. 4 is 'no stranger to guilt'.

no. 5 is 'dead men feel no guilt for dying'.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! sometimes it might take a few days, but i always love the opportunity to ramble about my fics some more!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

given that 99% of what i write is whump, this one is a tricky one. if you hate major character death then i recently started writing a few fics for the 'kill a character bingo' prompts. but if you, like me, believe in fates worse than death, then i would probably say 'cut abruptly short' had the angstiest ending (lining up with canon in terms of the tragedy of order 66, with an added element of angst from the theme that i used for the fic - "force sensitivity as horror").

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

another tricky one! because despite everything, i've realised that i've actually been pretty good with at least writing a hopeful ending into my fics. so with that in mind i'm going to take the opportunity to plug my favourite (only slightly angsty at the start) crack fic of all time, 'follow the leader'. perhaps the happy ending is more implied than explored, but still, :D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope!

9. Do you write smut?

not at the minute, i suck ass at writing romance so it would probably only ever be part of some depraved angst bs.

10. Do you write crossovers?

not yet, but i have a few that i'd like to take a stab at one day, if the inspiration strikes. bioshock, batman, doctor who... many possibilities.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

luckily, not that i'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

i am currently co-writing a fic, but it is a long way off from being published! really really looking forward to sharing it, though, it's going to be a beautiful combination of angst, crack, and time travel :D

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i don't really ever ship anyone! it just isn't my cup of tea, usually, unless the ship is dangling the carrot of angst in front of me. the only ship i'd say that i ever enjoyed exploring was thoschei (the doctor/the master) from doctor who. lots of potential for a supremely fucked up or fun dynamic, haha. i suppose i should also mention shadowgast from cr2, i was rooting for that throughout the part of that campaign i watched live.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

well if you want the nice answer, i'll say the isolation au as a whole, but that's because i don't think i'm going to run out of ideas for it any time soon! if you want the less nice answer, then i have been struggling with the long fic sequel to 'dead men feel no guilt for dying' for over a year now. i have loads of cool scenes outlined and fun ideas, but still haven't been able to settle on an overarching plot that i like! it's very annoying. massive kudos to multichapter fic writers!

16. What's your writing strengths?

i think i do well with structuring my fics. i enjoy figuring out how to write things that flow together, or mirror other scenes. one of my favourite fics to write was 'reiterate, relearn', which i think is a prime example of this!

17. What's your writing weaknesses?

hate writing dialogue! very rarely does it come naturally, which i think is because i characterise everyone sliiiiightly different in most of the fics i write, depending on the au that they're in. most of these guys also don't have much in the way of canon dialogue to go by!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hahaha, mando'a is really something i should have tried to incorporate more of! i like it as a fandom/legends trait for the clones, but it would require me putting actually thought and planning into my fics.... and alas!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

if we're counting before i knew fanfic was a thing, i guess it would be pokemon mystery dungeon oc fics in a notebook when i was like, 8. if you're talking fic that i've intentionally written, is was for the jse ego fandom; a bit of a niche community surrounding certain arg-like videos by jacksepticeye!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

oh boy.... too many choices. as a i say above, i think 'follow the leader' was definitely one of my favourites to write, but i think my favourite as a whole has to be 'in thanks they will keep him forever'. not putting something from the isolation au here was a tough call, because those first three fics were genuinely a blast to write, but 'in thanks' was such fun to plot out, and so self indulgent - wait! that means i totally have done a crossover fic, technically! but i won't count it, because 'in thanks' only contains a single monster from doctor who, adapted to star wars for coruscant guard horror purposes. as i say, very niche, very self-indulgent, and i definitely i want to write more stuff like it in the future!

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okay, this was a bunch of fun, i always like the excuse to read back through old fics! if @stardustloki, or @amberskyyking want to do this, or anyone else who thinks this looks fun, then here you go!

[molonara]

Life update:

So my life has been very hectic, and what was supposed to be a transition to me living in a new apartment and getting started on commissions has been put on hold because just found out the damaged popcorn ceiling has Asbestos that I may have been exposed to.

For those of you waiting for more art on my part, I will need some more time to sort things out.

Details and venting under the cut. If anyone has advice I will take it.

So yeah, I got a nice apartment that I've not fully moved into because getting furniture into the space has been a trial. But now I don't feel safe at all to fully move in and sleep there knowing that the ceiling contains 6 percent of Chrysotile Asbestos, which wouldn't be complete issue if it was properly sealed and non damaged, but in the kitchen that isn't the case, as when I go into the apartment I noticed that there was a damaged and cracked patch of it on the ceiling. Having heard that popcorn ceiling could contain Asbestos I contacted my landlord on the matter. He sent over some local health inspector consultants to take a sample of the spot. Unfortunately, as I later learned, these people were as familiar with dealing with Asbestos, and their extraction method did a number of things wrong: Mainly they did not where protective masks (opting instead to hold their breath), they did not properly wet the extraction area (which I later learned is what professionals do to avoid kicking up Asbestos), and finally they vacuumed the debris with what I suspect was a vacuum without a proper filter (HEPA filters are what professionals use and talking with this inspector he didn't seem aware that there was a specific filter for treating Asbestos and double checking the type of vacuum they used, that model cannot have HEPA filter installed). So I am very much fearful that given I was present when they were doing this, and because there was damage present to begin with, that I have been exposed and breathed in this toxic material. Additionally, trying to negotiate with my landlord to get the air quality of the apartment tested, filtered and the ceiling encapsulated by a QUALIFIED Abatement professional, is proving to be a bit difficult as be believes (talking to the initial albeit incompetent investigators) that testing air quality and filters isn't needed. I've at least convinced him that he need to contact an actual Asbestos Abatement contractor to repair the ceiling and clear the apartment of any lingering contaminates, but ultimately what happens will be up to him. As for me, I at least have people I've been staying with in the mean time but I cannot stay with them forever, and my things are now moved into that apartment and the prospect of either leaving them there or having to move everything out again is giving me such anxiety and dread. I'm not sure what to do if the landlord doesn't proceed as I would like, if I should take legal action or not. Stuffs been so fudged. And on top of all that, a coworker of mine tested positive for Covid and came to work anyway without a mask on. I CANNOT GET SICK NOW ON TOP OF EVERYTHING!?

If anyone has any advice for me in this situation, I would appreciate it.

I just want a place that's clean and stress free so I can make art for a living, is that so much to ask?

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

You’ve written it so well that you’re like no Ross isn’t a rebound or a plan B but when you do a reread (different anon btw just also did a recent reread) I truly think that Matty would still choose George if he was given the opportunity. It’s not like George is single and Matty has chosen Ross, Matty literally can’t have George in any real way right now and is choosing the safe and stable option, just like what George is doing. I truly believe that if George showed up in NY and was like I broke up with Charli, let’s do this then Matty would grab that Italian take out and follow him anywhere (just a quick pit stop for a tattoo cover up before they go anywhere). They just have a history and connection that sadly I don’t think can be matched by Ross no matter how sweet he is. The thing with Matty and George just seems like something you don’t move on from and there will always be a what if in the back of their minds. The NY chapter was so sweet but they’re also in a bubble and that isn’t realistic for life. In a few weeks they go back to living in tight quarters with George 24/7 and I don’t think Matty has moved on, more out of sight out of mind. Especially if George is going to be nice and understanding now which is harder to hate than when he was being an asshole.

I know we have the tattoo and the remix coming up which is cringe, but is it wrong? They said goodbye to each other and Matty is now with Ross. Just like George couldn’t be mad at Matty’s actions because he had a girlfriend, Matty has Ross now and George doesn’t belong to him in any capacity. He made his choices and I don’t think George owes Matty anything in this regard.

And come on, that goodbye scene in the last chapter. That was heartbreaking, clearly two people that truly want each other but the timing and situations aren’t aligning.

God DAMN this is long. This is like one of those emails I usually reply "please see my answers below in green" to, except I can't do it here on tumblr and also this is MUCH MORE FUN, obviously. 😂 Alright, here we fucking go. *cracks knuckles*

Matty would still choose George if he was given the opportunity: I feel like this is correct in some way, and I feel like Normal People has both made me and ruined me as an author, because I am now an absolute sucker for the will-they-won't-they star-crossed lovers dynamic, the couple that seems to be destined to be together but also who doesn't ever seem to align at any time. Or better, they do, but it never seems to last for whatever reason. (Mostly, because they don't talk to each other much.) And I know I shouldn't draw comparisons between me and actually celebrated published authors because now you'll all think my writing is shite, but please be aware that that's the kind of heartache I'm shooting for. So no, you're not wrong here at all.

If George showed up, Matty would immediately go with him: honestly, I don't think it's that simple. And I'm not saying this because I'm rooting for the healthy relationship here, even if in some capacity I am, but because it's just not that simple. But again, I see where you're coming from with this and it seems to be that eternal loop of going back to the One Person You Think Is Your Person even if the Person hurt you over and over again, or maybe more accurately you can't seem to stop hurting each other. I get it, and it's a valid point too.

The NY chapter was so sweet but they’re also in a bubble and that isn’t realistic for life: yeah, very true. More on this next week, you're definitely bang on on this. But also, let them be happy for a while you monster 😭

I don’t think Matty has moved on, more out of sight out of mind: I mean, it's hard to 'move on' from someone like that, especially in such a short period of time. Have you ever considered Christmas bringing about surprises, though? 👀

In conclusion, I'm not saying what's right or wrong because I don't want to ruin everything (and honestly because I'm still making key decisions but shhhh don't tell anyone okay?) but I love your analysis and how in depth you go, and all of the points you brought up are extremely good.

I am so blessed to have such engaged readers like you and I LOVE discussing these things, so please never stop sending these in. I adore you guys ❤️

[icharchivist]

aah that's fair that's fair! I'm glad you're feeling comfortable enough sharing it here though <3

I'm posting it like this so i can post the actual fic under a read more (else it'll be impossible to scroll by ahah) but thank you!!!

so i'm going through it and, indeed there's a few things that have been disproven since then, but there's no point in pointing them out as you're more than aware of those ahah. Yet it's really pretty nice! i do really get in the end this feeling of Lucilius trying to explain calmly and seriously his situation but somehow not realizing when he gets emotional on the side. I really like it.

and the line "Of course, they are both bastards, so that didn't work out." cracked me up really bad. And so did the line about Belial's sense of humor.

and that ending is actually perfect imo. The build up to Lucilius' anguish for this gutpunch by the end is just muah it's great. thank you for sharing it with us!!!! truly appreciating it, and i'm sure others will too ;D thank you!

[Onward is the fanfic Anon wrote]

So, we know that Lucilius and Beelzebub are clones of the Speakers, Sahar/Lucio and Shalem, made for the Astral World. For whatever reason, really. Probably has something to do with God splitting in two and one half going to the Astral World and one half staying in the Sky Realm. The why isn't that important, tbh, they're basically gods, they can do whatever the fuck they please.

But I imagine Lucio went "I don't want to burden my clone with all this power and responsibility that I hold. I want them to be able to live freely and find their own path in life. Not that predestined stuff". Shalem agreed and thusly nerfed her clone as well. That was the beginning of the end.

Because the Astral God was the creator half of Bahamut, their world is unchanging. Almost frozen in time. Astrals themselves pride themselves on not being subject to change, like those whimsical Skydwellers. So they lead long, long lives and remain static throughout. I still choose to believe that they start out as babies, because they look anatomically human and can canonically interbreed with humans. But mainly so we can picture baby Lucilius. Arguably the only one of the three to have ever been a baby. Lucifer popped into existence fully-grown and Lucio uh. Probably did, too. Admittedly, the idea of Bahamut raising two babies is adorable, but I'm getting sidetracked again.

So Lucilius and Beelzebub appeared as babies in the Astral world, cute and innocent. They were given to foster families and raised there. For bonus points, Beelzebub's family was slightly higher class, allowing him an easier start at life and to rise through the ranks in the Astral military more easily. Well, that, and because man's a walking wall of meat.

But growing up, Lucilius was haunted. Haunted by dreams of himself, with long, flowing hair, six feathered wings, cosmic powers at the tips of his fingers. But every time he saw himself in the mirror, all that looked back with bloodshot eyes was a scrawny little nobody. Short and weak. No wings, no powers to speak of and when he tried growing out his hair, it just looked weird. He was suffering almost some kind of dysphoria. Not to mention, Lucilius was defective. He required sustenance, needed to eat, which is unusual for Astrals. He was definitely picked on for this. Some mused that he was a Skydweller pedigree or that something was wrong with him. He definitely shoved a pencil up his head bully's nose for that.

That his parents weren't his birth parents wasn't a secret, anyone with working eyes could see as much, so they didn't bother hiding it from him. If nothing else, he appreciated the honesty. As Lucilius grew, he was less interested in figuring out his parentage and more how to bridge the gap between the him that he was and the radiant being he kept seeing in his dreams, but that he simply failed to grow into, no matter how much time had passed. He threw himself into his studies.

Beelzebub suffered similar dysphoria growing up, but it kind of mixed in with his actual dysphoria, so it was a bit less jarring. Let's assume that the Astrals aren't terribly transphobic and Bubs managed to transition in relative peace. With his refitted body, he was less haunted by the image of Shalem. He was himself now, Beelzebub. No comparisons necessary. The only thing he craved was ever more power.

Lucilius looked into evolution, in hopes of finding the fingerprints of God all over His creation. He wasn't terribly impressed by what he found.

When the Astrals invaded the Sky Realm, Lucilius wasn't initially terribly interested (Bubs on the other hand was all over that shit, waging wars on those poor Skydwellers in search of a challenge), but finally followed the siren song of his visions of Sahar. Perhaps this Realm held the answers to what he was looking for, after all.

He was a mere little research assistant, nobody paid him much heed, but that also meant that he was able to work in peace. After looking over the creatures inhabiting this fragile world, beings without the Power of Creation his people had been bestowed, creatures who would die, he became less impressed with the Omnipotent. Primal cores were something he fell into ass backwards, they were either an unintended side effect of an experiment of his, or something other Astrals had created, but didn't pay much attention to, since they didn't see the use.

Lucilius however decided to start researching those curious cores instead. He discovered that by inserting them into living beings, he could increase their strength and longevity. Assuming they survived the process, anyway. The rats usually did not, but larger creatures, such as dogs and cattle, had less issue incorporating the cores into their bodies. But still, perfect integration of tissue and core was difficult to achieve. Experiments with infant animals bore little fruit, as again, their bodies were too small. Thus, the idea of creating being with bodies specifically suited was born. In fact, if they were able to integrate cores perfectly, if they could utilize that power, perhaps he could recreate this figure that was always haunting him.

Lucilius got to work on creating the first primal beasts.

It took years and a lot of effort. Many crushed cores, many broken bodies, created with technology similar to the one that had helped Beelzebub transition to a form he found more suitable.

Lucilius' place was covered in bodies that all bore a more than uncanny resemblance to him, trying different combinations of different factors, but unwilling to budge on the amount of power that he wanted the core of his creation to hold. It had to be perfect. Most bodies, even if technically flawless, could not handle that amount of power. Lucilius had seen people bearing his face die more often than anyone reasonably should. It didn't even bother him anymore.

So consumed by his work was he, the council was beginning to think he'd gone mad. They sent Beelzebub to check on him, which was how those two idiots first met. To Lucilius' surprise, Beelzebub wasn't the big oaf he'd expected. In fact, he seemed very into the research he was doing with those cores, the goals he planned to achieve. Not to mention, a strange, almost familiar feeling of being near him. Like they were somehow meant to be friends and companions.

Of course, they are both bastards, so that didn't work out.

The finally, the day came where Lucilius' experiments were a success. Not just once, but twice, even.

The perfect clone, handsome, tall, white-winged and powerful, opened his sky blue eyes and Lucilius thought he was going to die. It was everything he ever wanted and more. He had created life, made right what had gone wrong with him. Truly, he was a god now and considering the power and beauty and immortality of what he had created, he was better than the old god had ever been. Perhaps he was a little bit mad after all.

And so absorbed was he in his triumph that it took him a few moments to recognize that the other one was starting to stir as well. The control group, so to speak, based on a different principle, created from a different mold. Really, more of an experiment of how far he could deviate from the formula and still succeed. He hadn't expected it to make it this far, much less for it to open its blood red eyes and look at him.

But, two was better than one, he figured, so instead of tossing the unwanted second one out, he named them Lucifer and Belial and presented them to the council, his head held high.

It felt good to see those self-righteous idiots overcome by awe for his genius. They appointed him their new head researcher and for a while, all was right with the world.

He ran that lab in Canaan and was free to do as he pleased. More research on primal cores had to be conducted, but also tests on the two creations that he had.

They were happy to play along. In between testing everything from their reflexes to their thought processes though, Lucilius found himself growing fond of them. Lucifer, of course, was his crowning achievement, but even Belial was still his work. The three of them spent a lot of time together, actually. It was a bit of a "we vs the rest of the world"-feeling that drove Lucilius, since he'd known them longer than all those phoney research assistants, who were either out to waste his time or steal his work. To Lucifer and Belial, he was, well, their creator. Almost like a father figure. They only really had him and each other, since they were the only ones of their kind and the only ones they could relate to. Belial and Lucifer were close then, like brothers. Despite his poor patience, Lucilius did his best to train them in combat, teach them about the world. It helped that they were both intelligent and quick learners. Every time they did something right, his expression brightened, because they surpassed his expectations and filled him with pride. Especially Belial seemed to really like it when Lucilius smiled, because he tried harder and harder to surpass his expectations. To surpass Lucifer. Despite being designed to be weaker than the other, because Lucifer had to be the strongest and most powerful, obviously, Belial pushed himself to keep up with him. All for Lucilius. Back then, even if he noticed, he didn't much care for the why. Only that the results made him look better.

But even the good times couldn't last forever and once the council determined that they knew enough about those existing primals, they wanted more. Hand the unwanted tasks of overseeing the Sky Realm off to them, leave the Astrals more time to do Astral things. So Lucifer was given a fancy new role and title, and Belial, as his adjutant. The two's relationship was never the same. The happy family time was over. But Lucifer would spend his entire life thinking back to those days, yearning for them.

Unfortunately, it turned out that mass producing more primals, angels to bolster the ranks and fulfill all sorts of purposes, didn't make Lucilius happy. With time, he grew bitter and paranoid. So he was a god now, a creator of powerful beings, but he still had to kowtow to the whims of the council and their dumb ideas. They were idiots.

And while he took pride in Lucifer, that still didn't solve the problem of himself being defective and weak. He still needed to eat and while at least no one would dare mock him for it anymore, it irritated him beyond reason. What was the point to being a creator of perfect beings if you yourself are still so woefully flawed?

That's when it occurred to him that perhaps it would be best if all should come to an end.

He embezzled funds for his research and used cores that hadn't survived previous experiments, mushed them all together and finally created Avatar, the beast that could shake the world to its core. Surely if there were a God, He would have to stop him now, right? And the second He showed His face, Lucilius would be able to take a good look at it and tell Him how much He sucked. How awful He was for creating all these flawed beings and leaving them to fend for themselves in this imperfect world.

Truly, deep down Lucilius was just a petulant child, acting out because he wanted attention from his parents. But his parents were God and God had left this world. So his tantrums were left unanswered. Lucilius grew more and more frustrated with time.

His adjustant caught wind of his plans and threatened to inform the council. He tried to blackmail Lucilius - him, who had given life to gods. It was in his darkest hour that he remembered his other darkest creation and sicced Belial on the poor fool. The primal was beyond happy to be of use to his master. He also had no issues with murder. Quite the opposite. Lucilius remembered that if nobody else, he could trust his creations. They wouldn't betray him. Well, Lucifer, as appointed steward of evolution, might grow beyond his purpose and turn on him yet, but he had Belial. Belial, who wasn't meant to change. A perfect, immutable being with perfect, immutable loyalty.

So Belial was transferred from working under Lucifer to working under Lucilius. Lucifer was sad to see him go, but Belial had never been more ecstatic in his life.

Together they furthered the research into Avatar, spending many a sleepless night slaving over their work. If a primal caught wind of what they were doing, Lucilius had ways of making them disappear and incorporating their cores into his newest creation. He turned a blind eye to Beelzebub helping himself to primal cores that were as of yet unused, if only to see how that would turn out. Who was he to turn away a willing test subject?

As a contigency plan, Belial's tolerance to the Avatar core was increased. This included fitting him with new wings. Gone were the fluffy purple feathers, replaced by the same bat-like wings Avatar bore. Besides, they allowed him to glide soundlessly through the night. The process must have been excruciatingly painful, seeing how an angel's powers are stored within their wings, but Belial never complained.

The council decided that the Supreme Primarch should have a replacement, a precaution, if nothing else. And while Lucilius was offended at the notion that his perfect creation could ever be killed, by this point, creating primals was easy. Lucifer found out about this and begged and pleaded to be a part of the creation process, so Lucilius left the design process to him. When Sandalphon came into this world, Lucilius wasn't impressed. The dark hair and red eyes on the primal he could understand. It was quite obvious that Lucifer was nostalgic for the days when it had just been the three of them, or even just working so closely with the being who had shared his cradle. But seeing Sandalphon's short stature reminded Lucilius of his own shortcomings. Perhaps it was out of spite then that he refused to tell Sandalphon his purpose, to make him a target for the mockery of his peers, have his own insecurities gnaw at him. Like the God he despised, Lucilius had bestowed his own fate upon his creation. But while Lucilius had been allowed to rise above his station, Sandalphon was to stay in a garden, safely tucked away, always waiting for Lucifer to have time to spare to spend with him.

Another not-so ideal creation was Sariel, the Archangel of Execution, prepared for the purpose of cleaning up messes. He turned out far too sensitive for the task and attempts at lowering his emotional responses through limiters only hampered his intelligence instead. Like all his failures, looking at Sariel made Lucilius sick to his stomach. It was Belial who saved his fellow primal from either the incinerator or joining the ever-growing horror that was Avatar, suggesting that Sariel's naivety made him a useful pawn.

Things were going well for a while then. The council was far too occupied with their decadence to pay attention to what was going on right under their noses. Beelzebub was too blinded by his hatred for the primals in general and Lucifer especially to pay attention to anything. What a shame. Lucilius had had such high hopes for him.

Belial recruited more and more primals for him, those who were struck with ennui at the prospect of spending their immortal lives in servitude, or those who were still loyal to their creator. Though, he also flat-out lied to a bunch to get them to join him. And even Belial didn't fully know that he was leading this congregation to their slaughter like a flock of lambs. It didn't matter to Lucilius. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but ending this hellish, imperfect life.

They called themselves the fallen angels, because Belial had developed a weird sense of humor Lucilius didn't remember programming him with.

Finally, the day arrived. The promised day, one that would put an end to all of creation. His fallen angels attacked the Astral and Primal forces. It was a massacre. People dropped dead left and right. Their blood covered what felt like all of Canaan, painted the buildings, the sky itself. It didn't matter. Everything was going to end here.

Lucilius had hoped for death for the longest time, at least somewhere deep down, but he hadn't expected to meet it at the hands of his perfect creation. And even in the face of total annihilation, Lucifer looked conflicted to have to slay his creator, his father, the man who had given him life and purpose. When his head was severed from his neck, Lucilius couldn't help but smile. Perhaps Lucifer wasn't as perfect as he had always thought. But at least he was still powerful and radiant. Just as Lucilius never could be.

He died that day and it was fine. It may have even been a relief. Lucilius was saved. Finally at peace.

Until he opened his eyes again, 2000 years later.

[razelssacredplace]

New Episode with a lot happening, so it's notes time, which means

SPOILER ALERT:

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• Divorce in the midst of the World Series Earthquake, fucking wonderful.

• I figured they'd be aware of other Leapers given that they'd have access to the records. There's no way Ziggy, Gooshie, or Al didn't record the Evil Leapers at least.

• Addison is using Gooshie's old tablet, that's fucking funny.

• I agree Ian, fuck Zuckerberg

• Wait they rebuilt the whole project? Nothing except a few things like Ziggy and all that were kept? I'm not sure how I feel about that. At the very least it's a vague explanation of why the technology is so different in how it works compared to the old one.

• Flashbacks of the old life, really love it.

• A marine is Leaper X? This is rather strange. Now I really need to know the reason of why a Marine is a Leaper, how they became one, why, if they're an Evil Leaper, or if they're independent. But most importantly, why are Janis and Ben supposedly following him?

• Using actual footage of the earthquake brings me back to the old Watts Riots episode where they used the real footage.

• Ah Ben has family issues. Classic.

• Martinez clearly hasn't Leapt yet and he's a very young Marine at that. This causes me to believe he's not being tracked. No way Janis and Ben were tracking someone that hasn't Leapt yet. This shit gets weirder and weirder.

• Ben is suddenly running through the backrooms and experiencing flashbacks at the same time. This is fun.

• Ben has similar reasons as Sam for Leaping? Part of it makes sense but why would Janis be so ready and willing to commit near treason/espionage to help him for it?

• She really just said "I can't worry about what's gonna happen in the future," YES YOU DO you actually have to because you are Time Traveling it is in fact your job to think about the ramifications of your actions.

• That's okay Ben, it's just a concussion and a few cracked ribs, you'll be fine!

• Okay, Ian has a really smart idea there, and I agree with magic. How, yeah good question. But the why. Why would Ben want or need to hit the future? Why would Janis be on board? So many questions.

• Ahhhhh the supernatural aspect of QL might be back YES.

Final Thoughts

I'm sure you all have heard the news but, in case you haven't, QL is in minor worry of being cancelled due to low ratings. Disappointing but a hundred percent surprising, the show really does cater more to the old fans and doesn't do a whole lot to try and bring in new fans.

With that said, I hope we can make it to a Season 2 (provided S1 doesn't have a satisfying end) because I really like where the story is going. Right now I'm hoping that they're using the first half of the season to give us all these questions and then will use the second half to answer most of them.

If it doesn't do that, however, then I've got nothing. I can only enjoy confusion from a show for so long into the season. Here's to hoping for the best though!

[hold-your-applause]

Can I request for a human!fem!reader who is friends with the owl house fam and has serious big sister energy but takes no shit and will throw hands w anyone who threatens her fam. But turns soft and real affectionate when she actually interacts w Hunter (when he's not in Golden Guard mentality)

I just wanted to say I really love your work and hope you continue. Your writing is really good!!!

My dear, I thank you for the praise. I apologize for the delay, but I would be more than happy to grant your wish.

Whiplash

It had seemed like only yesterday that Hunter had learned the truth about Belos and his entire world had been turned upside down. It wasn't accurate to say that he never knew fear before that night; it was more like he finally learned what true terror felt like. He knew he was taking a risk defecting, but if he could manage to stay hidden, he was safer than within his uncle's grasp.

That all changed when he helped the students of Hexside get rid of Coven Head Adrian Graye Vernworth.

Despite sharing what he knew with everyone to allow them to prepare for the Day of Unity, he refused to tell anyone what he discovered about his own identity. Gus and Willow accepted him as they currently knew him, but would that change if they learned the truth?

He couldn't be sure.

It had taken a lot of effort on his part to calm himself over the idea of them discovering who-- or what-- he really was, but he had managed to do it.

Only for his anxiety to spike again when they told him the humans were on their way.

Luz wasn't anything to worry about. The night everything happened, he recalled Luz wanting to offer a helping hand to him, but he was so frenzied that all he could do was run out the door.

You were a completely different story.

He'd met you a handful of times as the Golden Guard, and each one had been as unpleasant as the last. The first meeting had perhaps been the roughest, given he had captured your friend King and was holding him hostage in order to compel you to do his bidding.

The fight that ensued had him very worried that you would knock his head clean off his shoulders, and you didn't even need magic to do it.

Every meeting after that had shown you to be just as vicious, and he wasn't sure if that was your default state or if it was reserved for him personally, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid to find out.

He felt his stomach churn as he watched you and Luz reunite with Gus and Willow, standing off to the side as he gathered his courage for the exchange he knew was coming.

Your eyes were on him before he had a chance to open his mouth, and he almost stopped in his tracks when you moved towards him. He flinched when he saw your arm move towards his face, closing his eyes to wait for the impact.

He yelped in surprise when he felt two gentle hands on his cheeks instead, his eyes snapping right back open to see your wide eyes staring straight into his.

"I can't believe you're okay!"

His mind was blank as you moved his head, looking him over.

"I was so worried about you. We thought they found you."

His mouth was dry, and when you threw your arms around him to embrace him, he felt his entire body begin to overheat.

For some reason, in that moment, he was suddenly very aware of the fact that you were a girl.

Where were his hands supposed to go?

It didn't matter, because you pulled away a moment later to look at him again. Your eyes held sympathy and your voice was soft.

"How are you feeling?"

He was so used to you shouting at him, he couldn't think of anything to say.

What was happening?

He finally coughed in response, his eyes still wide as he stared at you.

"F-Fine."

He mentally kicked himself at the way his voice cracked.

He didn't know why, but the relieved smile that spread across your face made his pulse quicken.

"I'm so glad. We tried to find you after--"

His sudden and loud, nervous laughter cut you off. "After finding out Belos is evil? Don't worry, I'm A-Okay!" He almost shouted, feeling a quick wave of relief wash over him when Gus reached over to do their own special fist bump.

You blinked, and when his eyes looked at you again, he silently begged you not to say a word. Luck was on his side, because he saw the recognition on your face before you nodded and closed your mouth.

As Gus turned his attention away from the two of you to speak with Luz, Hunter lowered his voice to keep him and Willow from overhearing.

"I haven't told them about--"

"You don't need to explain. That's your secret to tell, not ours. They won't hear it from us."

He let out a breath and nodded. As reassuring as those words were, it did nothing for his nerves.

He was still terrified of you, but in a completely new way.

[transsexualhamlet]

thinking about the absolute bullshit dazai and fyodor must have pulled while they were in jail either to troll the guards or troll each other like

for your amusement i have compiled the guard's notes, i intended originally for this to be a short haha moment and now it is a full blown fic help

Day 1: Been given the assignment to watch two of the most high profile criminals we're keeping here, sort of scared, I've heard some rumors that they can manipulate your mind. The day was pretty quiet though, considering, Dazai was put in his cell without incident. Dostoyevsky had already been here for a while. But he didn't actually react at all when Dazai was transported, just went about his reading like usual. Refused to even look up. It was kind of odd.

Day 1 entry 2: Dazai spent most of the rest of the day just staring at Dostoyevsky, sitting on the bed, looking around the cell. I hope he wasn't trying to find some way to die, we were told to take extra precautions for that. But it was alright. It was pretty creepy though

Day 2: Dostoyevsky continued to ignore Dazai until Dazai attempted to initiate a conversation. At first it was just "hey" and a variety of odd pickup lines like "hey baby are you a noose because i want you to choke me". I think it was humor, but I'm not even sure. Since everything is glass, he can see Dostoyevsky showering. The man catcalled him. Multiple times. I don't know what to say about that.

Now I'm certain that Dostoyevsky is ignoring him on purpose, he refuses to even make eye contact. I'm beginning to think they might have more of a history than I'd thought? My job is to watch them, so it might as well be my business. I don't want to take sides, but I think Dostoyevsky's right to ignore him... this guy seems like a menace to society. Probably just as well he's stuck in here.

Day 2 entry 2: Dazai seems to be very adament in harassing his cell neighbor until he cracks. I don't know whether to believe the stuff he's saying or not, but he's clearly fully aware of the glass box he's in and how supervised they are. That probably makes it easy to use these weird personal stories as blackmail. I'd been warned they'd try to continue their horrid operations in here, and that they had very sophisticated methods of communicating, but it really just seems like Dazai enjoys bothering him. It feels like i shouldn't even be listening to be honest- he's all like loudly broadcasting "oh long time no see, fyodor dostoyevsky my beloved rival, i'm glad you decided to talk to me because i still have your nudes good sir and lemme tell you you are looking Fabulous and i enjoy them every day!!" LIKE KEEP THAT SHIT TO YOURSELF PRISONER 576 HOLY GOD ALMIGHTY I GUESS THAT EXPLAINS IT

Day 3: The prisoner Dazai got out of his bed at 3 AM and made "psst psst" noises in Dostoyevsky's direction until he woke up. Dazai proceeded to ask if he had a crush on anybody. Dostoyevsky looked about to scream at him but still did not crack.

Dazai refrained from attempting anything else for most of the day, sitting there and thinking about god only knows. But at around lunchtime, he proceeded with no precedent to recite the entirety of infamous internet fanfiction "my immortal" from memory.

I wonder for his sanity.

Fyodor finally made eye contact with Dazai, and they just stared at each other for a long time blinking? I think they might have been using morse code, those absolute monsters- but I coudln't keep up with it for the life of me.

Seeing them apparently cooperating scares me a lot more than Dazai's odd stories.

Day 4: I'm still not sure if they're actually talking? Dazai is still saying weird out of pocket shit, but he's calmed down a bit. Now it just doesn't make that much sense at all. I looked up "one bad gloop and she do what i yoinky" but I didn't come up with anything. He might just be insane. Fyodor certainly hasn't said a word, he spends most of the day aimlessly humming and reading. By now he must have finished his book, but he just starts it again whenever he finishes it????

Day 4 entry 2: Just realized the pages of the book are blank. What the fuck. How did he even get that?

Day 5: I asked Dostoyevsky if he wanted to be moved to a different cell, surprisingly enough he said no. I asked why, he said he actually enjoys being tormented day and night. I'd say that checks since the only book he asked for was a copy of the bible. Asked him why he was reading a blank book. Proceeded to tell me I must need new glasses because he's clearly reading the rainbow fairies book #376. I thought he was the sane one, but perhaps I was wrong.

Day 6: Maybe those two are the true rainbow fairies. Fruits, if you will. Why do they look at each other like that. They're both humming in harmony now. Can't tell if they're just gay or if they're gay and also communicating with some brain waves or whatever.

Day 6 entry 2: oh my god they're actually talking to each other hold on im gonna record this

Dazai: [sitting on his bed] -can't believe you're reading the bible, trying to be all pious or something? gonna repent from the terrorism after you get out? oh nevermind, this is a life sentence. Look at the little christian boy reading his little christian book do you wanna fuck jesus-

Dostoyevsky: [looking up and sighing dramatically] for god's sake, could you shut up for five fucking seconds? I'm trying to read.

Dazai: [far more pleased than he was probably trying to look] omg hiiiii hiiii fyodor finally decided to talk- hiiii. [waving and swinging his legs back and forth]

Dostoyevsky: your life sentence is gonna be real short if you dont shut up

Dazai: all the better. now how do you plan to get me out

Dostoyevsky: why would I do that

Dazai: ur bible man says to love thy neighbor right? I'm your neighbor now. It means you're obligated to make passionate gay love to me at least once

Dostoyevsky: how would I do that through glass

Dazai: uh. wanna play chess?

Dostoyevsky: [sets down his book] ah.

So they're... playing chess now. Just calling out their moves. These guys are fucking scary. Just. Having way too much fun with it, saying stuff like "oh, Well then" and "hmm" and "ahh" and "you Demon" at each other. I'm watching with one of those virtual chess things, they're freakishly good. Considering their raised heart rate and temperature this might be their way of. having sex

I hate my job So much

Day 7: I don't know whoever's in charge of this around here, but giving Dazai and Dostoyevsky cells next to each other was a mistake. From what I've heard they're literally supposed to be enemies, but they haven't shut up since I fucking started this shift and they are having an in depth conversation about chess strategies what are these nerds doing in maximum security prison

Day 10: WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY SAYING I COME TO MY SHIFT AT FIVE AM RIGHT YEAH AND DAZAI IS AWAKE YEAH AND HE JUST GOES PSST PSST TO THE OTHER GUY AND STARTS SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN SO I PULL UP GOOGLE tRANSLATE BUT THEYRE JUST SAYING NONSENSE WORDS AND BLUSHING AND LAUGHING AT EACH OTHER LIKE LITTLE GIRLS

The fucking problem with this is that running it through a code maker does give me an answer of what they're saying however the problem is they seem to be hosting a game show about dating advice for suicidal people i hate my job i hate my job i hate my

Day 12: I told security, and they've given a warning to those two to knock it off and speak in plain text because they still suspect that there's some separate level of code underneath it. However, their response was that they were 'just having a little harmless fun, your honor', and unless they could break it, there was no way to prove there was another layer of code underneath it. You know, people get bored in prison, not their fault-

Security was not impressed.

Day 16: Dazai stated to Fyodor that this is the longest time he's ever gone without trying to kill himself. Fyodor told him that was pathetic. Only interaction they had all day. I don't know what to think.

Day 20: They seem to have settled a bit, into this odd routine. Even though everything between them is very much visible, it seems like I'm being trolled by the longest running joke in existence. I don't get it, and for god's sake, could they please get to the punchline? Every day they say weirder shit, and at completely random times. They won't talk for half the day then all of a sudden Dazai might lay down on his bed like he'd at a psychiatrist and go "I don't know doc, I'm not sure murder is my biggest issue here" and then Dostoyevsky will immediately get the joke and start miming writing things down and asking absurdly unrelated questions like "and do you think things might have gone better if you hadn't left your wife?" and within two minutes they have crafted a more elaborate storyline than any soap opera. If they weren't serving a life sentence I would say they should be on TV

Day 25: Me and the other security guards have started placing bets on the Dazai/Dostoyevsky shenanigans, and I have to say I've actually managed to make quite a deal of money off those lads! They're all a mite homophobic so they didn't like my suggestion that the two of them might have had a romantic history. Of course, I was right, and it disturbs me greatly, Fyodor felt the need to state that Dazai cries during sex to refute an argument. Unless this is all some elaborate scam as well.

Day 31: Dear fucking diary they're making computer noises now

Day 31 entry 2: I FUCKING MEAN IT THEY ARE NOT MAKING NOISES HUMANS SHOULD BY ANY MEANS MAKE THEY ARE B E E P I N G

Day 31 entry 3: THEY WONT STOP WHAT THE FUCK THEY JUST KEEP LAUGHING AT EACH OTHER WHAT THE HELL THIS HAS BEEN TEN MINUTES OF STRAIGHT LAUGHTER

Day 32: I have been informed that they were not in fact laughing for ten minutes straight. And that they. They managed to fuck up the camera signal with. With the beeping noises. They made it loop im losing my mind what were they doing what could they possibly need to do outside of computer supervision when they can talk in fucking BEEPING

Day 37: They still havent been able to recover the footage, but at this point I'm just gonna make the executive decision that I don't need to know. I just. I don't need to know.

Day 50: I am absolutely baffled at the fact that they still haven't gotten tired of this shit. I talked to the guy up top who's supposed to make sure they know everything those two are saying to each other, but he said there's not much point because they have decoded the morse code and all they do is talk weird philosophy and play chess and sext each other. I hate to say at this point I expect nothing more from them.

I really should be worried they're sharing nuclear launch codes or something but their reputations don't even fit. Are you telling me the guy who does nothing but brush his hair and hum for four hours of the day can kill people with a touch? He faints every other time he stands up. Im losing my mind in here

Day 59: So they apparently Talked to those two on my off shift about how they should be more aware of the security presence and stop trying to mess around with being secretive and stuff since we already figured out what they're saying. I mean, to begin with, that's a straight up lie, I know no one has a flipping fuck of a clue what they're saying, but they just gave the whole "be aware that you're being watched at all times so calm the fuck down" deal. I don't know, I don't think that's gonna work.

Day 62: Update!! Unsurprisingly!! That made it worse!! I tried to tell my boss that telling them to be more aware of the security presence would just encourage them but he doesn't really pay attention to me. Anyway now they're acting like everything they do is set to a laugh track and they keep turning to the camera like they're in a fucking reality TV show while they graphically discuss their kinks

Day 65: hh elp

[audio file:]

Dazai: damn girl whatcha got under that fine outfit ;))))))))

Dostoyevsky: this is a prison uniform and it is a white shirt and white pants

Dostoyevsky: you are also wearing the same outfit

Dazai: omg twinning

Dazai: *pats the spot next to him on the bed and winks*

Dostoyevsky: pawn to f4

Dazai: *moans*

Day 68: I asked my boss why we can't just separate them and put them in solitary confinement like any god fearing mortal but she said they're supposed to be supervised together because since they have no link to the outside world everything they talk about is just free information. I think I might get fired if I suggest they definitely are contacting the outside. I don't know how but. They are. I think I kind of understand the way they talk now. And if they were saying ANYTHING when they talked about gambling for five hours like yesterday it was the giant battle that went down in the sky casino????? Even what they said about it matched the descriptions of the battle??? And it was in real time??? For fuck's sake????? I am simply going to keep my mouth shut from now on. I still have yet to form a hypothesis as to what the fuck a sigma is

Day 68 entry two: looked sigma up?? Is this an omegaverse thing??? I wouldn't be surprised

Day 69: i want these two exhibitionists OUT of my HOUSE they have been roleplaying a scene in which they go to a costume ball and stab each other in such great detail thats not even knife play thats straight up just stabbing and theyre so SHAMELESS i am TIRED of it like half the day they were just managing to somehow waltz without touching each other how do they not fall over and like "how are you today my dear" "very well except i wish you would not call me dear" "I twist to the side to glance towards the glittering chandelier, exposing my lace wrapped neck" "I take that opportunity to reach into the folds of my dress and slide an ornate dagger from where it has been carefully stored and rest the blade against the lace before you can stop me" "stop you have to roll initiative first" "ahhh you got me [}{|8*><///#1!&@000" "fuck lemme roll" "^^^(*&22!##$+" "so it appears i am caught, dear sir. I look up and grant you a fiendish smile. Why is it you hesitate when I am under your spell?" "Well I have this rare disease called ligma" "DAZAI I SWEAR TO GOD"

Day 70: I'm not sure if this is supposed to mean anything, but earlier today, Fyodor was just reading a book when he suddenly shot up in his seat like he'd been stabbed. He quickly recovered, but he just like,,, stuck his hand in his pocket for the next hour and kept staring at his book, but his eyes didn't move across the lines. Weirdest thing was though, when he stuck his hand in his pocket, it didn't seem to make the pocket move, rather on the contrary, the angle it was stuck in made it look as if it would have phased right through his ass. Dazai noticed too, and just said "oh, have you got a clown in your pocket?" what on earth does that mean is that supposed to be some sort of innuendo

Dostoyevsky responded rather shakily, with something like "he's being a bother, and it's all your fault" IS HE TALKING ABOUT A BONER OR SOMETHING I SWEAR TO GOD

Day 76: They seem to be getting tired of publicly embarassing themselves. Thank god for that. I believe their attempt was to get me to look away from the camera in utter embarassment however I was expressly forbidden from doing that.

Day 98: I started yelling at them to shut up at 2 AM because I simply cannot take it anymore. Dazai said they would stop talking in the middle of the night if I connected their cells for just 10 minutes. This is a horrifying idea however I am honestly tempted to do it god how would security know how would they know ive had it up to here

Day 100: Fuck, they know they've got me now. They're. They're working on me. And they're good at it too they won't mention it when there's anyone else around or anybody with me they only do it when im god awful tired and there's practically nothing to stop me except my deteriorating conscience. They sound like idiots going "aw please mister guard sir i promise we won't have crazy gay sex or murder each other we just want to be together you're homophobic aren't you you're homophobic and you want to keep us star crossed lovers seperate don't you that's why :'(((((" It's downright embarassing. I'm not going to let them at each other I swear, I'm not that bad at my job, however,

Day 105: They're getting to me. They've really latched onto this idea, and I don't think it's out of spite anymore, or any kind of humor. To be honest, I don't think it's to conspire to get out or anything either, they can clearly communicate perfectly fine, and if they had any way of getting out, I'm sure they would have done it by now. I mean, it's my job, to watch people like this, day and night, to watch them slowly lose their minds in a box of glass. I don't like it at all, but what else can you do but be a security guard with an ability that makes you hyperaware of every detail on a person and in a room. I'm no detective, I'm not cut out for that. So I sit here and fucking watch these convicts rot and laugh at anything to do to try and make living bearable.

Day 108: Hhhhhhhhhhhhh. They held a staring contest today. For. Ten hours. Fucking. Ten hours. I know they have nothing to do but my LORD the stamina of these bitches. It started out as a laugh, but they just... kept going. And Dostoyevsky won every single time, even though he always has those gigantic bags under his eyes. Dazai would always blink, and he would always say Fyodor cheated, and he would always demand a rematch, and Dostoyevsky just kept humoring him. They actually got a lot better, as to how long they could do it, but not without Dazai starting to cry. Legitimately cry. Weep. Sob, even. Dostoyevsky smiled when he cried, and said it was sweet. Dazai gave up then, and refused to open his eyes for the rest of the day.

Day 110: I didn't realize I'd managed to fall asleep until I was jolted awake by Dazai banging his head on the glass over and over, without a single word. There was no way it would break, and there was a monitor installed to tell me if he seriously hurt himself. I went back to sleep. God, this is the worst.

Day 111: Great start to the day with Dazai officially having a concussion and announcing "well at least this is a new record, 120 days". Fyodor clapped. They didn't say anything the rest of the day, though they talked all night, pressed up against the glass. Didn't sleep at all. I hate them so much they're so good at this I'm not gonna get fired because I feel bad for actual terrorists

Day 114: Fucking fuckety fuck fuck shit. So I let them out. So sue me, so they kept going uwu mistew guawd pwease wet us out and so I just went "what about five minutes instead" and their eyes lit up and then went "EIGHT" so. We compromised with seven, and no getting under your stupid sheets. I pressed the goddamn button and their vaccum sealed stupid compartments moved together. I watched them the whole time to make sure they didn't pull any shit, but they really didn't, they just laid there and held each other aggressively. I get they'd be touch starved at this point but like, starved doesn't even begin to describe it. All they did was hug, but their nails drew blood. They just sat there and tried to find any way they possibly could to hurt each other with their hands. It's eating at me thinking about it, they don't even hate each other, they just kept whispering thank you over and over again. Didn't make a fuss when I told them time was up either, just peeled themselves off of each other and quietly went back to their beds as the wall came down again. They're covered in bruises and scratches and hickeys and blood. My supervisor came in not two minutes later and asked how everything was going and they'd hid under their covers. I'm never letting this happen again. Holy shit.

Day 140: They're back on their bullshit again, and I hate that I like that better than the sulking. Like nothing happened at all. They're laughing and throwing food at the wall and making dumb jokes. It's like every day in here makes them younger instead of older. It's not even irritating anymore, just absolutely obnoxious. People have to keep coming in and cleaning shit up and it's gotten so bad they're thinking of actually moving them.

Day 150: Security told them if they don't shape up that they're going to be put in solitary confinement. Both of them acted like it wouldn't matter, like, oh haha, that's great, I can't stand this guy, absolute worst thing in my life, I'm so tired of looking at him get him out of my sight haha. But they shut up real quickly. They're right well behaved now. Just sit on their beds with their legs crossed like grade schoolers and won't even talk in code anymore. That scares me more than anything else.

Day 170: I wish they would talk in code again. I don't want to know what they're saying. I know way too much about these guys. I know way too much about their sick fucking fantasies and I've gotten to care way too much to stop listening. These guys need therapists. Not couples therapists, lmao, if there's one thing that's working right with them, it's their relationship. Funny how I thought Dazai was harrassing him to begin with. It's how he shows affection, I think. They're just very very fucked up people, as can be evidenced from Everything.

Day 182: Dazai was laying in bed in the middle of day and woke up from a nap in an absolute frenzy, smiling. "Hey, hey Fedya, what if we were hamsters......" he said, and Fyodor just looked at him like he was crazy, which I'm sure would be a correct assumption. "What if we're hamsters in a pet shop..... running in our silly little wheels...... eating our silly little pet food...... in our silly little clear hamster cages...... right next to each other....... and there's just not enough enrichment in our enclosure.......... you don't undersTAND what if we're HAMSTERS FEDYA"

Boy says this like it's a love confession. Eyes are watering like an anime girl. Dostoyevsky tells him to die a painful death. Dazai says aw thanks. Can't take this anymore.

Day 190: They smile a lot now. More than they really should. And yeah, they're talking in plain text, but god, I'm getting mental illnesses that aren't even on the books yet from this. And to be honest, I'm legitimately worried, but no one will even listen, since all they do is say weird out of pocket shit and everyone's been desensitized to it at this point. They've gotten bold enough to straight up start insinuating Things Are Going To Be Ending Real Soon and I realllly don't like the sound of it, but they seem happier than ever. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, and chatting about their own deaths, the end of the world, the details of decaying corpses and genocide and how they can't wait to see which one of them will kill the other. I should honestly ignore it, to be honest, it's not even close to the weirdest thing they'd ever said, but it was probably their strategy. They don't even need to talk in code.

One of these days, these guys are gonna blow up a country, and they're going to be the reason they criminalize gay marriage again.

Day 204: I

They're gone!

All day, they're just telepathic and weird, just the same as always, talking nonchelantly and going "pass me the salt" "lol sure" *throws it and it breaks against the glass* and then BOOM they stand up and stretch like "ah looks like the time is upon us. it's been fun." AND A FUCKING PORTAL OPENS UP UNDER THEIR GODDAMN FEET????? I CANNOT STRESS THIS MORE THEY JUST. DISAPPEAR! OUT FROM UNDER THEIR ASSES! YEETED! I COULD HEAR DAZAI'S SCREAM FADE INTO NOTHING AND THEN IT CLOSED AND! THE CELLS WERE JUST! EMPTY!!

AND IM NOT EVEN FUCKING SURPRISED I HOPE THEY'RE LIVING THEIR AWFUL LIVES OUT THERE

I'm going to get fired, aren't I. They're gonna do an investigation, next thing you know it I'm the one in that cell.

Just looked around and boom there's a hand coming out of nowhere and slapping a thank you note down.

"xoxo sorry lol"

Sure. Yknow. Alright. Whatever. Just another fucking day at work

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