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[henza-hex]

My husband's secret

This is my first story ever, so I would like to know in the comments if you enjoyed or not. Feel free to give me some tips and criticism about what I have to improve, and the things you want to see next.

> This story contains farting and burp fetish <

My name is Edward, people call me Ed, but you can call me for what I am: a filthy fart sniffer. This is what i've been my whole life and I'm OK with it. Most people who discovers a peculiar fetish like ours try to supress it till they don't feel that anymore, but since I was a child, my determination in satisfying my urges didn't stop, because if we that have this fetish don't accept well, imagine the people around us. But they fart, burp, so you have to be cunning to control them. Now you must be wondering "Control? What is this guy even talking about?". Yes, control, because in every man lies a beast that wants to live as feral as our ancestors did, to submit the weak.

My first experience, and the one that woke my fetish for good, was at school, a long time ago. I say one of my friends engaging on a burping contest, but I couldn't see much cause I had to catch my bus on a hurry. So I thought about a way of experiencing this myself. I invited him to my house after lunch, expecting him to be fueled up to release his gas, and so he did.

We started playing video-games together, and our first match was in a "Tekken" game, and after we tied I proposed a prize for the winner as well a punishment for the looser. I decided to be cruel and disgusting to wake his 'feral' side when he thought about my punishment, which he didn't have decided yet after the shock he felt when I said he would have to take a spit on his face if he lose. Then the match began, and I never saw him so concentrated in the game, I played rough the previous times, but this I made easier for him to win, and when I lost, I looked to the side and said:

"W-what will you do to me?", faking fear. "Hmmm, let's see" he said smirking, I saw in his eyes the malice to do such a disgusting thing I proposed, and since his especiality were burps, I hit the jackpot.

"Close your eyes" he said, "Why? This isn't in the rules", faking resistance, just when he lightly slapped mw, which made everything so much hotter, "I said close-your-eyes", and so I did. Suddenly I felt his breath close to me, controlling myself to not show my boner, when an odd sensation hit me on the nose, a umid one, and then I heard

"BBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP"

I opened my eyes imediately, and he was mouth open on my nose! I got that burp right from the source and it was aboslutely disgusting, it smelled the seasonings of his lunch, and I was proud of my idea.

When he saw that I opened my eyes, he held me in place and "BRRRRRRUAAAAAAAAAP" belched another time. "I know that it was just one but that was just sitting on my throat" he said, in a relief tone.

But now, I want to talk about THE man of my life, I know he is such because my wretched mind didn't take control over me to mess all of our relationship. He is almost everyting I ever wanted, sweet, caring, courteous, handsome and his most important feature: loves me. We dated for 2 years and now we thought it was time to make another step and live together.

He is three years older than me, so he already finished college and found a good job in his area. You think I would not talk about his appearence but I saved the best for the end. Unfortunaly, he is shorter than me, altough stronger, well-built, tan skin, great pecs, lovely plump lips, and an ass to die for. As a fart sniffer I'm always looking for guys with big asses, it increases the fun for me, and everytime I think about his ass... urgh...

That's why I said he is almost perfect: I've never saw him farting. If he wasn't so charming, that would possibly be torturous, but I love him so much that I thought it was the sacrifice needed for our love, but everything changed when my family invited us to celebrate our new home, and I discovered one of his secrets: lactose intolerant. My mother made a ice cream cake for dessert, and he obviouly didn't eat that. I was willingly sacrificing my fetish until that, but it would be so easy...

As I said he has a part time job which means he leaves at the morning, and come to me only in the end of the day. As a good boyfriend that I am, I prepare his lunch and bring it to him, but this day I would be wicked.

I was eagerly waiting for him to come, and finally it happened. He opened the door with an angry look, and stormed to the living room afterwards.

"Aren't you going to say hi?" I said, following him. He made himself confortable on the couch and unbuttoned his shirt a little, his great pecs were such a view, and his bulge was noticiable when he spread his legs, I love his uniform.

"I had a stressfull day, my boss invented that I was being lazy so I had to be supervisionized all the time".

I sat next to him to comfort, and said "That sucks baby, noticed that you ate your lunch, I hope my cheese tacos made at least some minutes of your day happy" I kissed him on his cheek.

"Wait, cheese? Did you forget about my lactose intolerance? That's why I was gassy all day, I couldn't let all out because of that stupid supervisor, wish I have farted on his stupid face"

I was in shock when he said that, fart on his face? Was he even capable of doing that? My sweet boyfriend? Someone must have really messed him up, but I had to recompose myself to answer "Oh my God, I totally forgot about that, I'm so sorry, I tought you would like the surprise and it ruined your day" I even made a sad face to my act.

He got up and said: "Well, seems that everybody is disappointing me today. I told you that I was intolerant, and to hang up our wet clothes to dry, you managed to forget BOTH"

Wow, he was really pissed

"And now i'm bloated with gas without clothes to weat tomorrow" he complained.

"But baby it's not my fault, if you wanted those things done, maybe you should have done it for yourself, maybe you ARE lazy like your boss said" the last sentence killed his smile, and he gave a 'I can't believe you said that' look.

"Well" he grinned maliciously and said "I couldn't fart on those stupid jerks today, but I can on yours, maybe it will be the only relief I'll have today" with that, he turned around and jutted his ass in my direction, his black trousers were so tight that left none to imagination "Eat those stupid cheese tacos that you made, tell me if they taste good" with that, he clenched his fist and grunted in concentration, that might be a forceful fart.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT 

It exploded, I was in shock till that moment with my open mouth, so I literally could taste the tacos I made, and it was bad. I think all the farts that he hold up the whole day mixed up together to form a MEGA fart, so loud, smelly and strong that I swear I saw his pants rumbling with the vibrations.

He grunted more, and then OOOUUUUUUUURHPPPTT another fart erupted

"YEAAAAAAAAAAH, I feel lighter after those, love, haha. Hope that brings you a message, and warn you before fogetting the things I say to you, if don't, I'll show you tonight that I have a lot where they came from, haha" He smacked his ass and gave a peck on my forehead, entering his stinky could "pheww, that stinks, hopefuly that wasn't on my face haha" and left the room.

[piwstri4]

un verano sin ti | ln4

pairing: f1driver!ex!lando norris x fashion designer!ex!reader

summary: you can't seem to find peace after success.

part one - part three

DUSK.CLOTHING

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DUSK.CLOTHING Yet again another successful project! We are very thankful for everyone who attended the show, we hope you enjoyed it at least half as much as we did setting everything up. Spring in a lavender field looks wonderful.

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ynclo thanks to everyone who supported this project!!! i hope we can do something as amazing as this sometime soon, for now cheers to all the crew behind this fantastic runway 🔥💥

user1 i LOVED it, by far one of the most spectacular shows you've done so far guys!!

lukasabbat fire project 🔥🔥

ynclo well i had gorgeous models

lukasabbat the designer didn't fail to surprise

user2 it's amazing how she comes up w everything i love her brain

user3 all she needed was to break up w the vroom vroom guy

user4 I didn't like him either but we should still respect him anyways

user5 well he was the love of her life, let's not trash him around

lewishamilton by far one of your best works, keep up the good job!

DUSK.CLOTHING We will!

ynclo im so happy u liked it!!!!! i told u the field was a good idea

user6 tell me im not the only one who saw her flirt w that one model on the backstage???

user7 she's flirting w him in the comments.....

user8 omg name?

user7 @/lukasabbat

user9 I wish I could have gone!! Looks like a fairytale

user10 im convinced that ever since leaving vroom vroom guy she's been thriving.

user11 I know you have good intentions but please respect them both, he was a very important part of her life

user12 she's what she is bc of him

ynclo

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ynclo la estoy pasando bien no te voy a mentir (pero a veces tu nombre no me deja dormir)

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user1 i love the fact that now all her captions are in spanish

user2 queen behavior tbh bc redacted wont take the time to translate them

user3 now we have insta pages translating them!!

user4 for those wondering: "im doing great not gonna lie (but sometimes your name doesn't let me fall asleep)"

user5 I'm so convinced that it was for him

user6 of course it was for him, they were together for so long

user7 no one's gonna talk about sir mister man in the third pic?

user8 i miss her w l*ndo so much:((

danielricciardo Nice car

ynclo mine or his?

danielricciardo both

user9 yall they were gonna get married at that place 😭😭😭😭

user10 source??

user11 i might be wrong but they said that in a story + posted some pics

user12 could literally be any fucking field you are all delusional

lukasabbat amazing weekend, we should do that more ofter

ynclo waiting for ur call 🫀

lukasabbat wont have to wait too long 😉

user13 i refuse to believe they broke up 11 months ago

user14 I'm still mourning that relationship

user15 i miss my parents....

user16 who's that one in the third pic??

user17 new bf??

user18 is that luka sabbat??

user19 who?

user20 he modeled for her last collection

landonorris

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landonorris I was enchanted to meet you

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user1 cmon say it say it lando SAY IT

user2 i just know he wanted to say please dont fall in love with someone else

user3 not everything has to be about yn...

user4 the girl in the second pic???

user5 ikkk i saw that too!!

user6 yn?

user7 fuck no they're totally different

carlossainz55 I'm still better at golf than you

landonorris If you say so mate🫡

user5 is he grieving or soft launching i dont get it

user6 new gf??

user7 i cant believe he's having another girl

user8 they broke up almost a year ago let it go

user9 man deserves to live his life too

danielricciardo Nice car

landonorris His name's Benito

user10 are you kidding me??

user11 is he @ u know where??

user12 not the same place, it didn't have a golf field

user13 please stop the delusions

user14 we were robbed of lui and benito being siblings

user15 it hurts to remember her say that he was forever a part of her soul and now look at this mess

ynclo

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ynclo te juro que no me imaginaba lo que se sentía ni lo que sería un verano sin ti.

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user1 he got p2 today, this post was his

user2 she's allowed to move on...

user3 no bc why would she post this the same day of the race after he got p2??? i like to be delusional to think this WAS abt him

user4 so basically the caption says "i swear i didn't imagine what would feel or what would be a summer without you."

user5 in the picture "i wish her good luck, 'cause it's not like anyone can get to you"

user6 thank u for ur services

user7 This IS about him and no one can convince me otherwise

user7 the post the caption the race....

user8 she misses him i just know it

lukasabbat nice summer 🌞🌞

ynclo it always is with you <3

user9 i REFUSE to get over them

user10 we were robbed

user11 go on tell him ERES ARTE

user12 she called him a museum once

user13 i need a thread with all the beautiful things she said to him

arthurleclerc but when i invited u to monaco....

ynclo omg kids shouldn't be allowed to have phones

arthurleclerc ur so funny😐

landonorris

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landonorris P2 BABYYYY!!!! Thanks to the team for making this possible and to OP81 for making this super special as a double podium. This one's for you.

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user1 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU????

user2 do you remember the "i wanted it on my own but i pictured us together"? yea this is probably how she felt

user3 the way he probably did mean this to be for her... the last time he was on podium was when they broke up

user4 hes seeing someone else please respect them.

user5 i miss her congratulating him in the comments:((

user6 i can't believe it's been 11 months since his last podium!! and now it's double for mclaren!!!

danielricciardo So happy for you!! Totally deserved

landonorris Thanks mate!!!!

user7 at least danny cheered for him..

user8 "I'll never stop cheering his victories"

user9 "may he find love, health and success in his new journey"

user10 "For all he had given to me I'm forever grateful"

user11 "AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE HIM IN MY HEART"

carlossainz55 Congrats champ!

landonorris Thank you Calos!!!!!

oscarpiastri congrats on p2 LN4

landonorris Congrats on P3 OP81

user12 remember when he posted lost my girl but she aint worth the prize? yea it meant a whole year without winning shit

user13 11 months (and 2 days but who's counting??)

mclarenf1

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mclarenf1 Congratulations for P2 and P3, Lando and Oscar! Double podium for McLaren today, we're so proud of you guys 🍾 🍾🍾

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ynclo congrats guys!! absolutely deserved💥🎉

mclarenf1 miss u girly!! alpha tauri stole u from us

ynclo the best of both worlds!

user1 miss girly in the comments?????

user2 she also liked and commented on oscar's post,,, i dont like it here anymore

user3 is it really over just like that?

landonorris Let's goooooo

user4 i dont want to get over them

danielricciardo Another spectacular race, keep it up!

user5 do we collectively remember lqndo aiming the champagne to yn EVRYTIME he got podium?? bc i was just kinda expecting him to do that

user6 when he looked at the public and he got sad:(((

user7 wanted it on my own yet pictured us together 😭😭😭😭

user8 i know he's happy but doesn't look like it in the second pic

user9 used the whole bottle on the podium...

user10 she was in 2/3 of the relevant posts abt this... mclaren and oscar but not lando

user11 i was hoping to see her in the likes at least

user12 i think ppl forget that she liked f1 and was a huge mclaren fan even before lando signed w them://

user13 she's back at the paddocks???

user14 only in monza and monaco tho, she said she doesn't have the time to travel as much anymore

user15 and whenever danny wants her there too, she was there today

user16 she was????

user15 with the alpha tauri team yes

ynclo

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ynclo I'm glad to say that even after all this time I can still let myself create the way I do, it's been three months since my last collection and I decided to take a break before starting again. A lot of things have happened in the last year and I'm still healing but with lots of people I love (and that love me back) by my side; it's not what you asked, but I got my first photoshoot as a model rather than a designer and wish to share it with you... It's a small project I had with @lukasabbat and now we can share it with you all. Please enjoy!

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lukasabbat amazing as always! told you modeling was your thing

ynclo it certainly was something, cant say im gonna take your job

lukasabbat im happy modeling for you then

lewishamilton Beautiful photoshoot and designs! Truly an all-rounder. This is your thing

ynclo thanks dude 😭😭

danielricciardo Great project, next time put more clothes on.

ynclo ur jealous that i can justify being naked on media

danielricciardo I don't need an excuse to be naked on media lol

vogue Next time with us? 😉

ynclo It will be a pleasure! ❤️

ynclo

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ynclo y solo mírame con esos ojitos lindos (hace tiempo que no envío "buenos días, te amo")

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user1 so it's officially over now?

user2 i hate that she moved on

user3 it was officially over since last year

user4 caption "and just look at me with those pretty eyes (it's been a while since i sent 'good morning, i love you')"

user5 so it was luka sabbat after all

user6 i dont like this but i hope she's happy

lukasabbat yo no te busqué, chocamos en el trayecto

ynclo con tu alma es la que yo conecto

user4 lukasabbat "i wasn't looking for you, we met in the process" ynclo "with your soul i connect"

ynclo girll???

user7 no wonder she looked better than ever

user8 where is the "my soul cant long for someone else"???

danielricciardo Still can't believe he doesn't like fast cars

ynclo me neither 😞😞😞 honestly huge red flag

danielricciardo I'd rather sign with Ferrari if I were you

user9 FINALLY SOMEONE WHO CAN GET HER

user10 I agree!! This man's not only a model but a fashion designer as well, I'm sure she's gonna peak in no time

user11 ??

user12 why is she still dating men??

user13 no hate to lando cuz i respect him but luka looks like he's gonna be good for her

user14 idc who she dates i just hope her designs dont go downhill

arthurleclerc ask him when are we gonna play cod again???

ynclo get away from my man wtf

lukasabbat wanna stream with me tomorrow?

user15 do you think she's happy with him?

user16 cant believe her last interaction w l*ndo was three months ago and it wasn't even w him

user17 they interacted again????

user18 no the didn't, she just congratulated mclaren for the double podium

user19 what do u mean "with your soul i connect"??? girly didn't u say YOUR soul couldn't long for someone else???

user20 let the poor girl date whoever she wants omg😭😭

landonorris

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landonorris and the best is me

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maxverstappen1 Get P1 then talk bro

landonorris Git P1 thin tilk bri 🙄🙄

maxverstappen1 💥

user1 where's the yn translator when we need them????

user2 fr is he starting to shade her in spanish now??

user3 bet he's asking carlos to translate things for him

user4 the pic is literally a benito song lmao it's called (in english) "wish you the best"

user5 AND THE BEST IS ME OMG

user6 bro mad abt her last post i just know he is

user7 girly hurt him so bad he learnt spanish lmao

danielricciardo Fire song 🔥

landonorris It's on repeat 🫡🫡

danielricciardo Bet it is

user8 not danny shading him😭😭

user9 it took him over a year to acknowledge that she was the best on his life

carlossainz55 I didn't know you liked spanish songs!!

landonorris Only this one

carlossainz55 You should listen to Chayanne

user10 character development?

user11 Focus on winning P1 bestie!! Maybe she'll talk to you then

user12 lando punching the air rn

user13 bet he's getting first place next race only bc of this comment

user14 Took him watching her move on to realize he was an asshole

user15 nice pics, looking hot as usual

user16 cant believe he wants her back????

user17 fr im so sure he'd be happier if they dont get back together

user18 so true yn deserves better

charlesleclerc 🔥🔥

landonorris 💥💥

[babyrdie]

So, I know anyone who sees my posts already knows that I have a headcanon about how Antilochus, like Nestor, talks a lot. I usually talk about Antilochus' family or his best friends (Achilles and Patroclus), but I was thinking about Antilochus' friendships in general and remembered how close he seems to Menelaus in The Iliad. And now I'm imagining Menelaus unintentionally having some sort of spy on the Myrmidon camp. This wasn't even Menelaus' intention, but Antilochus spends a lot of time with the Myrmidons because of Patroclus and Achilles and for some reason continues to tell Menelaus about his daily life, which includes the Myrmidons. And just like that, Menelaus accidentally got a source of information before Odysseus and Odysseus can't believe the absurdity of the situation.

I imagine Agamemnon, every time he has a problem with Achilles, calling Phoenix to inform him how the situation is on the other side because Phoenix is ​​Achilles' advisor and then going to Menelaus to vent about it. But usually everything he says Menelaus already knew because of Antilochus. Something like Agamemnon complaining that Achilles is still grumpy because Agamemnon forgot to invite him to a party and supposedly invented some new insult for him and Phoenix curiously avoided giving details about what kind of insult, and while Menelaus is like "oh yeah. This time he said you have a presence as maddening as the Erinyes, huh. He even made a song satirizing you" and Agamemnon is always freaking out about how the hell Menelaus always knows the most specific details that Phoenix refuses to tell. Menelaus didn't tell him how, but Agamemnon once commented about his brother somehow knowing too much to Odysseus and ever since then Odysseus has been looking at Antilochus and wondering how he didn't notice what a valuable source of information he had nearby.

Odysseus was also sincerely amazed that he didn't got this kind of information from Nestor before, as he highly doubts that Antilochus wouldn't tell Nestor and Thrasymedes about it and Odysseus didn't know that it was possible that Nestor wouldn't give him some gossip from the Myrmidon camp. Odysseus tried to get as much gossip as possible about all the camps as a way to make plans for specific problems in the army, but it was really hard to get anything about the Myrmidons.

Phoenix clearly over-polished the information and purposely omitted details and information (trying to protect your prince…I see. Even Agamemnon sees this, don't think you're fooling us!);

Achilles always looked at him like he was suspiciously planning something (not really wrong…but hey! Blah blah you don't speak your mind, son of Lartes. Calm down, I just want to have information to avoid things like fights, rebellions, riots, etc! And you're not special, I need to do this to everyone here!);

Patroclus always gave him a condescending smile (dude, it's okay if you noticed what I'm trying to do, no need to be so annoying about it! Oh, he's finally serious now…wait, is that a dimple? Stop smiling!);

Menesthius just widened his eyes and said that his uncle was calling him (Achilles never called him. But okay, dude, I get it, you don't want to get in trouble with your uncle. Family loyalty, right? I won't judge you!);

Automedon clearly spoke more to horses than to people (I even tried to hide to see if Automedon would vent something to the horses, but all the guy did was complain about the noise of the celebrations!);

Ajax glared at him impatiently (okay, big guy, you're not that into gossiping. I get it, I just thought you had information about your cousin's camp! Let's talk about fighting techniques then...);

Teucer blatantly ignored him (the smartass certainly knows something, he's a duo with Ajax and Ajax hangs out with the Myrmidons!!! Sneaky, huh. Typical of an archer, I know that because I'm one too!);

The other Myrmidons just gave him useless information and Odysseus couldn't press or it would be too obvious that he wanted more specific information than "oh, Patroclus and the slave girls made soup yesterday!" (why the fuck Patroclus is cooking for the Myrmidons with the slaves is a mystery. Wasn't he supposed to cook specifically for Achilles and Achilles' guests?);

Odysseus was even thinking about getting something to make the slaves willing to give interesting details, he had somehow forgotten that Antilochus was a thing in this situation. It was quite a surprise when he congratulated Menelaus for outsmarting him and Menelaus didn't know what he was talking about and when Odysseus explained that Menelaus had noticed Antilochus' informative ability first, Menelaus simply said that it was Antilochus himself who started talking every time. Odysseus found the whole situation ridiculous and unexpected, but at least he had no more problems in obtaining some basic information in the following years of war. The gods know he needs a LOT of information to help Agamemnon, the guy is so eager to be a leader that he sometimes forgets the strategic part of things. Don't get him wrong, he likes Agamemnon, but he also doesn't know what Agamemnon would do without him and Nestor!

And yes, this is an EXTREMELY specific headcanon, but I was thinking about Odysseus and Nestor's roles as Agamemnon's mediators and how there are so many different armies. I was like, "how do they know enough to lead all these people?" and voila! Also, I imagine this happening in the early years of the war, when they were less comradely. And yes, Agamemnon vents to his younger brother daily. Menelaus doesn't vent much to Agamemnon, however. Not because he doesn't trust Agamemnon, he just thinks his older brother is too enthusiastic about defending him, and so Menelaus wants to avoid situations where Agamemnon will "protect his honor" without being asked lol

A kind of silly headcanon, I know, but the ability to be silly is a blessing!

[yuukiyuunairumafan]

Stop trying to blame Mahiru.

"She's a monster." "She manipulate Guren." "She use Guren."

First thing first, ever since the beginning, it had been proved that, in chapter 97, both Mahiru and her sister Shinoa was born with demon implanted inside them. And yeah, she's also a freaking test subject. A guinea pigs. Seriously, it doesn't make sense if you guys try to blame her for everything she did. If you read Guren Ichinose Catastrophe at Sixteen, you'll understand what I mean by that. Mahiru, in order to protect and save Shinoa, she take the role as the guinea pigs. She's suffering in silence. It also had been claimed by Shinoa herself that the person who would go against her death is Mahiru. Shinoa is Mahiru source of happiness. She's the one in the Hiiragi family that she truly cared about. Okay, how could you expect someone who have went through hell since childhood to be sane? At that time where Mahiru make a deal with Tenri, he already have Shinoa as the hostage. And as you guys can see in some chapter, Mahiru appeared to be killing some soldier from the JIDA. And there's one person who clearly say "As expected of Mahiru-sama" It seem like all the followers whose been working with Tenri know pretty well and very aware of what they are doing. Back then, she was still a child. Mahiru also the victim of the Hiiragi Family. Not only Shinya, Shinoa and Guren.

It had been stated by Shinoa herself that being born into the Hiiragi family, familial love doesn't exist. Which make sense on why Mahiru beat Shinoa at chapter 97. Growing up without familial love might make Mahiru wonder "what is love?" "How does it feel?" And so, Mahiru, whose grow up with her live being controlled by the Hiiragi family, might as well doesn't really know and know very little of which is right and which is wrong. She think that beating Shinoa can save her from being possessed by Shikama Doji. She saw this as an act of love. She saw this abuse as an act of love. It's all because of her messed up life. Being experimented on since birth, she already think that this is normal. The "I love you" from Mahiru was truly genuine. If she didn't take this kind of action, Shinoa might as well unable to hold back Shikama. It's all thanks to Mahiru that Shikama never possessed Shinoa up until she started to developing feelings towards Yuichiro Hyakuya. Mahiru is also a human being. She have heart. She does. She too, have feelings and emotions like others. All Mahiru wish is to be a normal girl. She is someone who was desperate for other love. Being the only daughter in the Hiiragi family before Shinoa, she is responsible of heavy responsibility and duty. Just like Kureto. Even if it was clear that Mahiru can control her demon, we must not forget she has been experimenting on herself to make sure of it. However, due to her lingering love and affection towards Guren, it simply turn her love into an obsession. And at Guren Ichinose Catastrophe at Sixteen chapter 17, Mahiru had call Guren to hear his voice. She also had indeed, requesting him to kill her.

She know it's too late already. But still, she never stopped telling him and asking him to kill her. But Guren, being stubborn, refusing to kill her as he is still inlove with her. He wanted to save her. He does. But in the end, he can't. He had to watches the person he loved the most turn into a demon. And the worse part is that, he had cursed Mahiru for enternity to forever be his demon stuck inside his swords. Which is also his own cursed gear.

And just look at Guren expression. He was clearly hurt by this as his fist were clenches tightly. Mahiru cry. Tears falling down her amber eyes, following down to her cheeks. She smiles lovingly yet sadly as she tell Guren that she love him. She too, had asked for Guren to kill her before it's too late because she doesn't want her love, her feelings and emotions to be faded away by her own demon. She's scared. And truly care for Guren and Shinoa. She gripped her chest through the fabric of her uniform, signalling that she is hurt and having a hard time on controlling her demon to keep it under control. She doesn't want to turn into a selfish, manipulative demon who only care about is their master desire. She left the path. The right one. It's all because she wanted to seek out power to save them. Mahiru love Shinoa. She just can't show it. What did you expect if she didn't love Shinoa, she wouldn't make that kind of deal with Tenri. "Do not use Shinoa as a test subject." And with that, she struck off the wings of a genius. She too, willing to cut off Shikama from Shinoa body and put it inside her own body. It was clear on why Mahiru human self is starting to dissapear. When she already have a hard time controlling one demon. Not to mention now she doesn't have only one, but two. It only increasing the chances of having her humanity to be faded away faster. And so, her action is all was because of her demon. Not because of her. She already explain from the started that she wanted Guren and only Guren to kill her. And yet, he keep trying to save her. That's why. But don't blame Guren. He's inlove with Mahiru too much that he is unable to kill her and always been trying to find a way to save her and free her from the curse. He done this for Mahiru. For the person he loved. The girl he loved.

Stop trying to blame Mahiru. She doesn't deserve the hate. For those who agreed with me, please make a comment.

And yes, I know that Mahiru is a genius. She is. But still, she need someone to at least guide her.

[mikuni14]

Dead Friend Forever - Ep 8

One of the reasons I love DFF so much is the fact that we already have 8 episodes and NONE of them are bad or worse than the previous one, there is no annoying fluctuation or drop in quality. From the first episode, the series maintains a constant, very high level, which is almost unheard of in BL series, or in series in general ✨

DFF has the perfect storytelling for a show about crime and mystery. It is as if we were in a dark room surrounded by vague shapes and with one light source, and with each episode the light gets stronger brings new shapes out of the darkness. In this episode, it was Tee's involvement in Non's disappearance. And also Keng's fate. The crew's behavior at the beginning of the series, their sense of guilt mixed with persistent and aggressive convincing themselves that Non simply disappeared (also - as if it were normal, such a disappearance), and Tee and Top's belief that Non is a ghost (i.e. dead), found a perfect explanation. Because when they see Non for the last time, he is alive. And Tee (and possibly Top because he was there) know more, but not everything. What is clear, however, is the power of delulu in all of them and the creeping, repressed subconscious knowledge that no, Non did not run away with Keng...

My personal comment: while I can objectively consider their shades, greyness, nuances and so on, the fact that they lied to the police without hesitation in Non's case and then everyone preyed and fed on his work and basked in the light of success, eliminates all their "shades". And yes, even Jin showing off his pained face. I'm a fan of PheeJin, but I want to make one thing clear: I'm not interested in his remorse, his or Tee's motivations. I'm interested in the result and how they behaved. I'm interested in their choices. And in the case of these guys, the truth is really clear and out there. It's not about one choice, one mistake. What I mean, an endless SERIES of choices and mistakes ending with Non's disappearance, who no one knows where he is, doesn't go to school, is with some shady adult, doesn't live a normal teenager's life. The way THEY ALL LIVE.

Non's relationship with his parents was amazingly presented, as well as the accusations about which one of them was responsible for his sexuality, which is such a rl experience. It's also telling, that neither of his parents asked him how you were feeling? Do you need help? No, they just made it all about themselves, thought that the teenage child, THEIR CHILD, just did it on its own, probably to spite them. And they immediately compared him to his brother who "would never do something like that." Also Non's mental breakdown, his manic episode, but also how he didn't get rid of his old habits, his gullibility, because he gave in to Tee very easily and drank water from him. This is all very credible. Barcode played phenomenally in this episode, his sobs, screams, laughter, the way he flinches when someone says something to him or touches him. Amazing.

Por is happy with himself and his success and then his father's words "My help in this is not in vain" bring him back to reality. I love his reaction to it, how all his satisfaction disappears. I wonder how many times Por realized that he was just an extension of his father's political career. And that he will never do anything on his own, whatever success he has will always be the work of others, his mother, his father even fucking Greasy. Even Tee said that if it weren't for Por's father, this movie would never have been made.

SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T SEEN THE PREVIEW OF THE NEXT EPISODE: It seems strange to me that Phee and Tan spent 3 years investigating Non's disapperance, being friends with his bullies and, in Phee's case, sleeping with his potential bully. And only on this trip did they finally decide to uncover Non's fate (I tend to believe that Phee and Tan are not murderers and are conducting a psychological war with these boys, and the murderer acts independently of them). I don't question the fact that it was difficult to get anything out of them, because it was obvious that no one would want to talk about their involvement in something like that (which is why I believe that Phee and Tan came up with a plan to scare them and get information out of them). The only thing that worries me is time. 3 years in the company of your loved one's/ your brother's bullies is A LOT and a very heavy mental burden to bear. But I believe in this series and I know it will explain everything 😍

[cuubism]

please please please more silly rabbit au? (eyes)

i... literally had to go write more because there was none XD

more... utter nonsense designed specifically to satisfy @magnusbae 😂

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The Middle Ages had been getting… weird, lately.

Not the Middle Ages, the historical time period, though that was always reliably weirder than expected, in Daisy’s experience. No, what was truly weird nowadays, and getting weirder by the minute, was The Middle Ages, history and literature class taught by Professor Robert Gadling.

Daisy had heard a lot about Professor Gadling before enrolling in his class. She’d heard he took a common man’s approach to history, focusing at least as much, if not more, on the experiences of average people than on the movements of kings. She’d heard he’d read everything under the sun and was far better than Google if you needed a source for your paper. She’d heard he had a playful lecture style that the burned-out older students, in particular, appreciated.

She had not heard about the boyfriend.

This was, admittedly, a new development, at least according to the gossip mill. Which was feverish, as Prof. Gadling was both well-liked and mysterious, a deadly combo.

But now there was the boyfriend, and what a boyfriend.

If Daisy had been asked to picture what any boyfriend of Professor Gadling might be like, she would definitely not have pictured this pretty goth thing, this being with a preternatural elegance to him. Where did this guy even come from? He even managed to look elegant dressed down and comfy in jeans and a sweatshirt as he was.

The rumors said that he was way younger than the professor, but Daisy didn’t think so. There was something… unaccountably ancient about him, no matter how young he looked on the surface. An old soul, she supposed.

One who just happened to win the genetic lottery and age – or rather not age – like a god.

Morpheus, which was apparently what his name was – and that was a whole other trip – was reclining in one of the seats near the front of the lecture hall. Reclining, quite literally, as he had his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him, notebook balanced on his thighs.

And he was writing with a quill. A fucking quill.

Daisy would have thought he’d just be listening, not being a real student and all (she assumed and also hoped), but he seemed to be taking proper notes, unreadable, swooping cursive notes though they were.

He was also doodling birds in the margins of the page.

Daisy should really stop staring. She forced her gaze back to the front of the room.

Professor Gadling was in the midst of explaining the historical background of the text they were reading, The Book of Margery Kempe. It was a fascinating book, actually. If only Daisy didn’t keep getting distracted by whatever strange competitive game it seemed to be inspiring in her weird professor and his weird boyfriend.

The first time Morpheus had interrupted the lecture with a comment, Prof. Gadling had straight up ignored him, just steamrolled over him, waited until he raised his hand, and then called on him. Morpheus had not seemed embarrassed or chastised about this in the slightest, just blithely asked, “Professor, are we certain that Margery’s visitation from Jesus was a psychotic break, or could it have possibly been a dream?”

Professor Gadling had sighed, hands on his hips. “I think you’re going to have to answer that one for yourself, Morpheus. Also, we haven’t even gotten to that part of the text!”

“I read ahead.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure that you did.”

This sort of thing had continued apace for the rest of the lecture.

Then there had been the eye-fucking. Dear God, the eye-fucking. Every time Morpheus made a snarky comment. Daisy wondered if they knew how obvious they were being.

Daisy had to give the prof credit, though. Despite all the antics he never skipped a beat in his lecture. Didn’t miss a goddamn bullet point.

Daisy really hadn’t thought university would be like this, though.

Now it seemed they were again having an argument over the book.

“It’s said that Margery’s tale is the only surviving firsthand account of an ordinary person’s life in the late thirteen-hundreds,” Prof. Gadling was saying, when Morpheus interrupted, very much in a drawl—

“Oh, but I don’t think that’s quite true.”

Prof. Gadling raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “Is that so?”

Morpheus smiled, very snake-like. “Quite.”

“Care to share with the class, Morpheus?”

Morpheus leaned further back in his chair, arms crossed. “I think you know whereof I speak.”

“Oh, I see.” Prof. Gadling’s smile was pleasant. Too pleasant. “You’re talking about that one lost manuscript. Very much lost and not accessible.”

“If that is how you wish to interpret my words.”

“That’s how I wish to interpret it, you git. Stop interrupting the class.”

“I’m simply engaging with the material,” Morpheus protested, pouting. “I believed this was a modern classroom.”

“You can engage with the material later,” Prof. Gadling said, with a significant look, which brought a smirk back to Morpheus’s face.

Oh God, back to the eye-fucking. Daisy did not need this. Right in front of her lecture notes and everything.

“Right,” said Prof. Gadling, forcibly dragging himself back to the classroom and the present. He pointed at Morpheus. “You, quiet. Does anyone else have questions or comments?”

Based on that one class, Daisy might have assumed they had a sort of contentious and snarky relationship. But at the end of the lecture, she caught something different.

She’d lingered behind to ask Professor Gadling a question about the assignment – though she was starting to think that question was better left for office hours later.

As the students were filing out, Morpheus climbed down from his lounging position in his seat, picking his way down the steps until he was standing by Prof. Gadling at the board. Daisy hadn’t noticed before that his notebook had ravens on the cover; why was that so cute?

Prof. Gadling ran a hand through Morpheus’s hair, then let it fall to rest on the side of his neck, softer than Daisy would have expected after their snappy conversation from earlier. “Going to have to ban you from sitting in on lectures, love.”

Morpheus raised an eyebrow. “You would dare?”

“I would dare.” There was something soft about the way he said it, though. Like he was daring to steal a kiss rather than kicking him out of the lecture hall.

Morpheus tipped his head back, looking at Professor Gadling from under his eyelashes. “What if I promise to behave myself?”

Prof. Gadling played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You can’t be giving away all my secrets.”

“Never,” murmured Morpheus, his free hand finding Prof. Gadling’s jacket. “Though it has occurred to me that your students are missing out on some unique historical knowledge.”

Prof. Gadling sighed. “Can’t do much about that. Such is life.”

“Full of frustration?”

“Full of give and take,” Professor Gadling corrected. “Most blessings require a sacrifice of some kind, too, you know.”

“Oh?” said Morpheus. “And which am I?”

Professor Gadling smiled, fond. “Which do you think?”

Morpheus gave him a look that was sly, mischievous. “Nightmare.”

“Oh, too right.”

Prof. Gadling pulled him into a kiss, tilting his head into it with a hand on his jaw, and Morpheus dropped his notebook to bring his hands up to Prof. Gadling’s shoulders.

Daisy realized she was staring again, and slunk out of the classroom before she could be caught.

Yeah. She’d definitely just be waiting until office hours.

[inchidentally]

https://www.tumblr.com/zokinus/735072052697006080/i-dont-know-how-to-make-proper-gifs-so-a-video?source=share I don't know why, but I could stare at this few-second video for hours :)

have got to include @zokinus caption and tags bc <3

I genuinely do not know what to do with Lando in moments like this?? probably because it looks like Lando also has no idea what to when he's like this??

I am such a gd broken record but like. I've said before how Lando needs to know where he stands with the men in his life. and with honestly every man in his life (that he's not related to) that I've seen has practically fallen over themselves to get that VIP pass into his fan club. there are no "typical" male friendships in Lando's life because Lando isn't remotely typical. the relationships men have with him range from protective and intensely fond (ex. George, Alex, Max F, Carlos) to baffled but adoring (ex. Daniel, every popular male DJ) to straight up horny (too many to list).

but then there's Oscar who has worn his "crush" on Lando on his face and in his eyes without any hestiation and we've all ??? kinda just had to go yeah there it is. the history of likes and replies to and about Lando got found out later and they're adorable but like. no one has to do any special edits for Oscar's eyes tracking Lando's face it just happens every time. and we've seen him comfortable around the Prema boys so we know he can be chummy and physical with guys no problem (he even gave Arthur a COVID protocol kiss on the lips). and plenty of guys hug him and show him affection. but he just won't casually touch Lando like that. they'll even sit extremely close but genuinely we watch every video of them together wondering is he going to initiate touch with Lando? the Silvo video of him pushing his arm around Lando was so incredibly rare that even Lando looked surprised and threw himself into it.

and ofc Oscar is such a Just a Guy that he doesn't do anything special using his words either. give the boy a handy soundbite and he'll repeat it for as long as he can. even someone like Dax Shepard can't get Oscar to dish out strong feelings or opinions.

and Lando is genetically incapable of lying so if behind the scenes Oscar was being withholding or distant then hot-blooded Lando wouldn't be able to hide how cold their relationship was. but no! he knows Oscar is fond of him and admires and respects him! so why won't he use grabby hands with Lando's body?? why won't he go for the easy fanservice of innuendo? why won't he pick up the soft ball prompts for bromance moments and roll with them? why hasn't Oscar stopped doing the staring thing when a)he'll definitely have seen comments on McLaren content about it and b)it can't have just been Oscar being nervous about media duties bc he did just as much content for Prema and also he got comfortable with McLaren socials after just a few months. why does Oscar always stick around for every part of Lando's celebrations without fail no matter what's happened for himself? why isn't Oscar falling neatly into one of the three categories that Lando is already comfortable with? is it really just that Oscar really really likes everything about Lando and doesn't expect a single bit of return from Lando?? who DOES that????

(I feel like that last part is sort of what's going on in Lando's poor addled end of season brain as he looks at the rookie teammate he still cannot quite understand)

[pileofsith]

Hello there (no pun intended),

I do not have any questions regarding the Grand Inquisitor/Nameless comic per se (which reminds me of the fact that I still need to leave a comment on Ao3), but I just wanted to say that you rewired my brain with the page on which Tion Medon talks about a young Grand Inquisitor being taken in by the Jedi without him knowing that the guy in front of him is actually the person in question (and the Grand Inquisitor looking kinda like a kicked puppy). I'm especially obsessed with the line "Very polite child, very sweet, but so very timid." due to the sharp contrast to who and what the Grand Inquisitor has become. 

On another note: I also love that one piece of yours that depicts the Grand Inquisitor scrambling on the floor, all bloodied up, after Darth Vader backhanded him as punishment for his failure on Lothal, because it just makes so much sense, especially after reading Charles Soule's Darth Vader series (2017). The way the Inquisitors are depicted as both abuser and abused in it is really fascinating, which makes me wonder whether Vader ever maimed the Grand Inquisitor like he did with the other Inquisitors. Do you have any thoughts on that? Also sorry if I'm assuming too much! You referenced the Grand Inquisitor's strained relationship with Jocasta Nu very early into the Grand Inquisitor/Nameless comic and since it was a bigger plot point in the Darth Vader series (2017), it felt like a natural conclusion. I'm currently trying to finish a little character study on the Grand Inquisitor, which is mainly based on that source, and your comic was a very big inspiration for me to even try writing down the first draft.

Either way, have a nice rest of the day! Can't wait to see more from you!

Hello! Huge thanks for your awesome ask and your kind words, made my day! Thank you for reading the comic!

And please do share what you'll create for your character study, I'd love to read it! :)

So: I have only read a few snippets from the comic series, but have definitely used them as a basis to expand on the Inquisitor's character - I'd love to read the whole thing, however, I don't know where to find it!

"The way the Inquisitors are depicted as both abuser and abused is really fascinating" <- This is 100% my opinion, too! I have a lot of thoughts about them that I have a hard time putting into words, but this really sums it up, thank you!

For my comic, I admit I am definitely woobifying him a bit, but I can't really help that when I write stuff about villains, I just tend to make everything three shades nicer than in the source material. :-/

But I do try to keep his main personality intact, I just glaze it over with a more sympathetic view than I expect a canon explanation could offer.

This is the pic you referred to, if anyone's wondering (it's super old but still checks out, lol):

I do not think Vader ever maimed him like the others, but I think he would have opportunities to casually injure or torture him, if he ever feels like it the Grand Inquisitor goes out of line. Having said that, I do think the Pau'an seems to be perpetually aware of the risks in working with Vader, as he does carefully defy some of Vader's decisions with a verbal objection, but he never tries to contradict him further if his input is dismissed.

My pet theory is that neither Reva nor the Grand Inquisitor were ever maimed as a lesson in loss because they had both already survived loss events that filled them with enough rage: for Reva, it's the massacre of her Temple friends. For the Grand Inquisitor, it's the end (betrayal?) of the Jedi Temple Guards he was dedicated to.

I also find it interesting how Vader reframes his own greatest "weakness" in Jedi terms - dealing healthily with loss - into a template for how to teach others how to turn into darksiders.

I generally think Vader treats imperial inquisitors similar to imperial officers - useful if competent, but ultimately expendable, and free to use as a squeaky toy to vent frustrations. For the Grand Inquisitor, since the Pau'an is really arrogant and thinks so highly of his own intellect, the most efficient way to put him in his place would be for Vader to flaunt his own Sith powers against the Pau'an's humble dependence on him, to deny him some knowledge or to humiliate/humble him in some way...

About "Very polite child, very sweet, but so very timid":

When Jocasta and the Grand Inquisitor fight in that comic, he says something along the lines of how he never felt he belonged among the Jedi. I thought that was a really good starting point to imagine his life decisions. What brought him from being wholly dedicated to protecting Jedi, to becoming a hunter of the very group he vowed to protect? It's such a contrast! There has to be some nice, meaty psychology there to dig into and explore.

I imagined him as a subconsciously lonely sort of child, being from a much longer-lived species than anyone else (and in an Order that values detachment, perhaps one would diagnose that as a problem), so that when he grew into a detached, bookish individual, he sought to gain belonging in the Temple Guard as a permanent fixture around which to base his whole life. But then the Jedi Order starts shaking at its foundations, and he wants to escape, but his particular ~*°special-secret-Force-magic°*~ vows to the Temple do not make it possible to just walk away like Ahsoka or Dooku did. And that leads to inner tensions and a pull to the Dark Side, eventually.

[narrators-journal]

tumblr gave me an error last time so im gonna try again bc im adamant. can i have boyfriend rights and get you to write me a self indulgent tooth rotting fluff vash one shot pwease... u can make it reader... or use addy.... if you dont wanna look into trigun lore outside of vash you can make it reverse isekai bc i think vash deserves a break.... ok wuv you kissa you so sweetly

So! I have never seen more than a tiktok of Vash the stampede, so I know NOTHING of this show and won't write for it again. But, you have boyfriend rights and I have an inkling of Vash's personality, so enjoy my best attempt at some fluff to cheer you up, honeybee <3

Sometimes the universe revealed some wild abilities, like an extinct animal evolving back into existence, or some scarily lethal toxins. Whether it was a nice surprise or a bad one, the world still had a few tricks up her sleeve it seemed. Which, was how you somehow ended up with a tall, lanky, traumatized goofball as a new roommate and flirting buddy.

Vash really was a marvel of the world, something of a 8th wonder due to being an anime character come to reality. And, despite coming from a sci-fi, dystopian tale, he was nowhere near as sharp-edged and blood-thirsty as the movies you'd seen would lead someone to believe.

Instead, Vash was as careful with everything as a giant with the worlds most delicate china. Ever since staying with you, he'd proven to be a whole-hearted pacifist. From you, to a deer you got the pleasure of watching headbutt him in the gut and toss the metal-armed man into the air, the blonde didn't even raise his voice, let alone put a harmful finger on anyone or anything.

Despite every horrid thing you'd read of this man going through in his manga, he had a kindness that warmed your heart every time you saw it. So, you wanted to return that favor and give him some source of low-effort joy of his own. One that he couldn't argue he'd accidentally hurt with his metal arm's strength or lose with his bad luck.

Which, is why you hauled home a tank, decoration, and a fish.           "Hey! Vash!" You called once you walked through your front door, your roomie soon emerging from the spare room he had claimed as his own.           "Uh, there something you need?" He asked, jumping to help you carry in the fish tank before you could even ask. As eager to be of use as ever.

But, you weren't going to complain. Vash could haul in the hefty glass tank and stand as if they were little more than loaves of bread, and all you had to do was give him the order and he was off to fetch you whatever you needed for the assembly or tank set up. It made getting everything together a far easier task than if you had to do it yourself.

      "So, who's the fish for? I always took you as a cat or a dog person." The blonde asked when you finally put the fish in. And before you answered, you took a moment to see the simple glee in the scarred man's face while he watched the colorful creature swim around, taking it as a sign that this was a good idea. "It's actually for you, hon. So you can have something to take care of and keep you company." At that, the tall man shot up, his eyes suddenly wide with horror, "What?! But what if I mess it up? I could kill this little guy after you spent all this money on him?!"

You shook your head at the argument, simply smiling at him, "Come on, Vash. You stay home all day worrying and fretting over me while I'm at work, you deserve a little friend to help keep you calmer." You explained, making the tall man squirm as if your kind gesture physically hurt him. "I really don't deserve this consideration..." "Well I insist! You don't do anything for yourself, so I did something for you. You can name them whatever you want, enjoy your fish." Upon your insistence, Vash did back down, but you could still see the uncertainty in his eyes.

However, you didn't comment on it and simply went on to make yourself some lunch. You left Vash with his fish and only peeked into the living room now and then to see him just watching the colorful creature with the interest of a child watching saturday cartoons.

[thekpopgossip]

HYBE and Min Hee Jin Round 3...

Things are getting really messy between HYBE and ADOR CEO Min Hee Jin, who is getting sued by her employer. She did a press conference today, playing the victim and showing her bruised ego (which seems to be the main cause of this whole fiasco). It was embarrassing to the point of me feeling bad for her lawyer, who tried to stop her from talking nonsense and hurling insults at everyone.

Apparanetley her trying to go independent and backstabbing HYBE, while simultaneously accusing all the sub-labels of copying her ideas, wasn't bad enough, we now know she really is dumb trusting shamans to advise her on business deals. She was crying during the press-con saying: “I feel like they all want me to die. If I suddenly die, will everyone be happy? That’s honestly what I think. I don’t read all the articles and comments. If I do, I can’t live. I wonder if anyone can handle this much distress in a short period of time.” She added, “I am also human, and it’s not confirmed that I’m guilty. I think I’m innocent.” Mind you, she caused all this mess herself and is now getting sued by HYBE who will likely destroy her.

To this point, HYBE is not innocent in this debacle either, they gave her a label, gave her 20 % company shares, gave her Source Music trainees, gave her free control over NewJeans and are now also acting like victims. Those guys enabled her behavior and are now surprised she would try to go independent. Min Hee Jin also addressed some HYBE accusations, like her saying BTS copied her ideas. “Everything that HYBE is saying is a lie. I’ve never said BTS copied me. I want to ask HYBE why they made everything like this and try to ruin me”. Because you tried to go against the company?

I believe that part though, HYBE is playing dirty games here trying to get every fandom to attack her, but again, she caused this herself, when she publicly stated that ILLIT was a copy of NewJeans (which is true, but you don't say that ish out loud).

She also said, she had nothing to do with Source Music disbanding G-Friend, which I also believe. That was a money decision, they wanted a new group that could become a million seller, so LE SSERAFIM was born, and since BTS was going on army hiatus, they needed new groups quick to fill the void. However, pedo Min Hee Jin wouldn't be herself without also mentioning that NJ Minji was the only Source Music trainee she liked (the others were too old), and that she was even prettier when she was younger. She makes it so easy to hate her. MHJ was also majorly pissed that LE SSERAFIM debuted before NewJeans, which became a huge issue internally in the company.

In the press-con she also repeatedly called herself the mother of NewJeans, and that she gave birth to the group. “NewJeans and I have something more than what you would know. They always tell me that they thank me and love me. Hanni told me that she’d come over to me. Haerin is usually like a cat and doesn’t speak a lot, but she called me and told me that she couldn’t come up with the words to text me. She said that she just wanted to hear my voice. Haerin cried for 20 whole minutes” Min bursts into tears. “She told me that she thanks me so much because I helped her through hard times. She said that she wants to tell everyone what happened. The members’ mothers are so worried that I’m going to kill myself. But why would I? I’m going to say everything that I have in my heart. Do you know what Park Ji-won said to the mothers? He said that he’s not going to talk to them, just to ADOR. And they say that they care about NewJeans? I don’t care whether they sue me for libel.” - She's so fucking creepy, as if she didn't make the girls sing "Cookie".

She also went full egomaniac, saying: “It’s not me that turned my back on HYBE, it’s HYBE that betrayed me. It used me to the fullest and now wants to take me down because I don’t listen to them. No one has done what I have done during the 30 years in K-pop. But HYBE is trying to kill someone who’s done what I have as the head of a subsidiary. I’m the only one in the history of the entertainment industry to have reached such results in 2 years, my only crime is being good at my own job.”

At this point, I just feel bad for the idols and staff caught in between all this. HYBE is greedy and wanted their own NewJeans and MHJ tried to backstab her own bosses - now things are falling apart. NJ has a comeback in May too, no idea how this will end for them and whether they will stay at HYBE or go with "mom" MHJ.

[hazyla]

Woah woah, okay. So I just finished spirit of justic except for the special episode. Current thoughts from a foggy memory:

realizing this post is super long so it’s under the break, also soj spoilers

Implied that Phoenix and gumshoe correspond on their own when Phoenix mentions something to Edgeworth. When he’s questioned about it he just says something like “I have my sources…” and Edgeworth tells him to inform his source of a paycheck cut.

Even though Athena got a case of her own to do I feel like she didn’t have as strong of a presence and idk man balancing three lawyers kind of a crazy move

I found rayfa oddly charming because of her silly insults

Not utter dogshit but I see why people generally dont like dual Destinies and spirit of justice as much

My mom misses gumshoe

I did not call the queen being powerless like at all

if there’s another ace attorney game I want a dedicated scene about Apollo and Trucy getting told the truth

Hard to pick a favorite case but I think I liked case 2 and turnabout storyteller just bc it was pretty fun. Also can not believe Athena’s case was the super short filler one!

would’ve appreciated more Maya

cannot believe they just added on characters that were never previously mentioned. Oh yeah, there’s a secret fourth group gramarye member. Apollo? He actually has a brother and was left behind by his foster father at about fifteen or so.

Did the archaeologist guy just… steal a bunch of shit from Adrian’s exhibit? He had literally everything. Good god I wonder how he felt about that scroll having gravy on it

on the plane ride back why did Trucy sit (and fall asleep on) Edgeworth instead of idk her father. What did Athena really want to sit there or something. It’s very cute but also why

Actually Maya and Edgeworth should’ve sat next to eachother on the plane so they can debate about plumed punisher. “You gave away your one of a kind steal samurai themed watch FOR A RIPOFF KEYCHAIN” and then he throws her off the plane (personally, of the belief he would throttle ms inmee [not actually])

about that, it’s so funny to me that he ranted about the show to Datz, a guy he just met and is a revolutionary

Need to mention that Edgeworth’s cravat gets attacked by a dog, I don’t even have a comment I just need to iterate that fact

The breakdown scenes were fun and dynamic but idk I didn’t care for them that much

kind of thought they were gonna channel Apollo’s dad Jove fucking justice

It was funnier when I, for a split second, assumed that since nobody knew the name of his father that Apollo chose his last name to be Justice.

just now realizing that Apollo who shares a namesake with the god of music has two musician parents now

I am so happy that the 3d sprites look better than in dual destinies I don’t know if I could take it if they looked like that again

My mom’s favorite character design is Rayfa’s (but her favorite character is Susato who has nothing to do with soj)

Maya should get an “I survived TWO kidnapping” shirt because everyone wants leverage over Phoenix.

From what I saw online before playing the game I thought nahyuta would be super insanely awful, and then they introduce him as a level headed guy. Then I think oh he seems okay, and then he tells Apollo to go to the depths of hell and that he’ll be reincarnated as a piece of shit

When investigating phoenix tells Edgeworth that he think’s he’d like a gaudy house, to which Edgeworth is offended. And then Phoenix makes fun of him for his bright red sports car in his mind.

Would’ve loved a reference to some older characters, like Iris who is just like never brought up again. Anyways, what’s with spirit channeling families and being super fucked up

i am so sorry to say that Apollo looked like really good in that one cg with his hair antenna down (the one where he almost drowned) (not my best moment)

How in the world did Apollo survive as a teenager? If dhurke left him 10 or so years before this he’d be about fifteen? Did he just get dropped off at a boarding school, who the hell took care of him and how did he become a lawyer.

Why didn’t Amara just resume the throne herself? Idk if I totally missed something but isn’t she still a rightful heir

Khura’in spent EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS ON A LIE. THEY WERE DONATIONS. AND FIVE YEARS OF LABOR (Amara’s tomb)

So funny to me that nahyuta drags Ema around everywhere like a little ragdoll back and forth country to country

The pun names in this one were wild 🤪 (suggested emoji)

oh god what if Edgeworth and rayfa were to talk about plumed punisher

Yeah we’re back to this, edgey’s sitting in a rebel hideout with lizards hanging from the ceiling and he watches the plumed punisher??? I kinda forgot the timeline but either Maya is currently kidnapped or dhurke’s in jail “oh okay I’ll stay behind” “let’s turn on the tv” “what the fucj is this”

One time phoenix’s phone went off and I jumped out of my seat because I also have the steal samurai theme as my damn ringtone

I get that it’s just fun sprite stuff but where does nahyuta get all his necklaces? How does his floating ribbon work?

In aa4 with my vague recollection, there’s a scene that kind of made me assume Ace attorney definitely took place in some weird fantasy land that coexisted with real world. (It was something that had to do with the founding fathers? And apollo “yes I know what America is” justice, like they currently don’t live there. It was some exchange during the case where klavier’s guitar blows up). Guess how surprised I was when oh golly now they’re full blown Americans!

since I mentioned aa4 and I already got off track everytime my mom hears that song (which Apollo made his ringtone) she complains about it and gets bad flashbacks. She told me everytime she hears a piano arrangement she thinks about the case. Maybe it wore off by now but it was her version of blue badger

Uendo was my favorite witness

Yeah I don’t think I have anything else to say, what a nice note to it on.

Nope I remembered something, queen ga’ran made me want to use the royal we.

[thatiranianphantom]

thank god this moment's not the last

Bess makes sure they’re sitting down when they get their memories back, and she doesn’t know why. It isn’t as if she’s anticipating anything earth-shattering. 

All she remembers of Ace is him walking away. A relationship that she happened into, one with a cute guy who seemed nice. For some reason, the early details are a bit foggy, in a way they aren’t with George or Nick or Bess. 

She remembers it ending, though. She remembers never wanting to speak to him again, the endless frustration of being in the same friend group as your ex, knowing your other friends shouldn’t have to take sides. 

And then there was Tristan, who was handsome, who liked her. And she couldn’t think of why she wouldn’t date him (until the sin eater thing, of course). But there was always this tiny piece of her, screaming inside her, words she could never hear and wouldn’t understand. 

There’s something utterly ridiculous, even in the veritable pantheon of weird things that constantly made their way through Nancy’s life, about being told the things you remember so clearly never happened. About realizing the life you lived wasn’t your real life. 

And now here they are, sitting in one of the Claw’s hard red booths, Ace glowering at her from across the way. 

It didn’t seem to matter that his Jane Doe was never real. He hated her anyway. 

Fortunately, it doesn’t seem exclusive to her. He glares at Bess too, sometimes mumbling snide comments that she can see hurt Bess, but her friend presses on. 

“This isn’t you, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “We’ll get you back soon.” 

He scoffs and turns his head away, clearly unconvinced. Nancy, though…Nancy may not remember much of Ace, but she remembers her friends, and she knows they wouldn’t lie to her. They wouldn’t manipulate her. 

So she does what they ask. She lays her hands on the table and only shivers a bit when Bess stresses they have to clasp hands. 

She hasn’t touched him since they broke up. Or at least, that’s what she remembers. Who knows what’s real and what isn’t anymore. 

Ace is clearly unwilling, but he lays his hands open on the table, looking anywhere but at Nancy. 

She casts a look at her friends, searches their faces. There are no lies in their expressions. Even so, for a moment she wonders why she’s doing this. If their memories were changed, wouldn’t there be a reason for that?

Always seek the truth. 

Of course. 

Her mother wouldn’t question it. She’d want Nancy to find the truth, to cling to it. 

Even when it hurts. 

She puts her hands in Ace’s. 

It hurts. That’s the first thing she registers. Everything hurts, all over. And it’s pain that’s hard to source, be it physical or emotional. Nancy doesn’t know. It feels like there’s a knife twisting into her gut. 

She lets out a sharp moan, the world going fuzzy as her eyes slip closed, but she feels it, she distinctively feels it when his fingers tighten around hers. 

And that’s when it starts. 

Suddenly, instead of her stomach being twisted into knots, she hears voices around her. Voices all at the same time, words being said and then twisting, morphing, mixing into something else. Angry, tense, shouting voices that soften into whispers, exhalations, soft words as the words twist into each other, manipulate, soften. 

Nancy marshals all of her strength, tries to focus on only the words. She feels Ace’s thumbs rub against her hand, a warm, grounding presence that feels almost painfully familiar. 

Why do you have to solve this softens into I’m doing this for us. 

And that’s the first one she’s able to hear. They float past her after that, so close she can almost reach out and touch them. Two halves of the same whole, dark and light. 

You want us to act like colleagues from now on and I’m not scared anymore.

You’re not just leaving and I couldn’t lose you.

You did it anyway and I’m not scared anymore. 

I want you to let me move on and let that pain become love. 

You broke my heart and I know you felt it too. 

He does not want to hear from me and that’s real love. 

You’re not just leaving and I have feelings for you.  

The pain is different now. It’s more, it’s less. It’s a pain that consumes Nancy’s entire soul, and suddenly a thousand things rush back to her, and all of them are Ace. Ace, standing with her against the Aglaeca. Ace, the only one who noticed the Wraith chipping off part of her. Ace, bringing her water after her testimony. 

All of them, and more, and in all of them, she’s so scared but she doesn’t have to be, there’s him there, waiting for her, supporting her, loving her, and it’s terrifying but there’s nothing to be afraid of, and she knows that now. 

With a gasp, the memories end, and the pain, the physical part at least, disappears. The emotional pain lingers, just waiting to be fought through, ever since “on my lips is a curse.” 

Nancy’s head is pounding, but there is something else, something pressing on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be given life to. She forces her eyes open, and he’s waiting for her, as he always is. 

And that look that he gives her, that warm look that says the three words without ever saying them, it’s still there. Or it’s there again. And so, the words tumble out. 

“I face the mystery of this journey with courage, because it is with you.” 

And then he smiles. He tugs on her hand, and they leave the booth like a magnet is pulling them, their grasp never dropping. 

“In this world that tries to silence me, the most dangerous words that I can speak are that I love you.” 

The tears come now, and she barely feels them. “Ace,” she gasps.

And then he’s tugging her hand and pulling her in, and everything they face can be faced together, as it was always meant to be.

[sav1ored]

CON FROM [ x ] @w1dowed

THE MERE THOUGHT OF MAGGIE engulfs his mind every single day. She has become the very essence of his existence, her memory permanently etched in his heart. The memories of her presence are eternally ingrained in his soul, and though they suffocate him, the feeling is sweet. He remembers a time when he made a lighthearted comment about living rent-free in Maggie's head, but now the tables have turned. Love can be a beautiful thing, but it can also be the source of one's downfall. The unexpected love between Negan and Maggie was everything to him, a love that he never regretted pursuing. He desired her with all his being, like a moth drawn to a flame. He couldn't help being around her, he simply had to have her.

Negan had made a FOOLISH MISTAKE of believing that he and Maggie could live happily ever after. Unfortunately, that was where he was doomed. Negan knew that people would look at Maggie with disgust and shame if they found out that she was in a relationship with the man who had murdered her husband in cold blood. As much as Negan knew Maggie to be a strong and resilient woman who could handle the bullshit of others, he didn't want her to be subjected to such stigma and ridicule. He loved her too much to see her go through that. Negan was a man of action, and he would do anything to protect Maggie's honor. HE KNEW IF PEOPLE DARED to talk shit about her, he would burn the whole place to the ground. He couldn't stand the thought of people looking down on Maggie, not while he was around to defend her. Negan's love for Maggie was so strong that he was willing to go to any lengths to keep her safe and protected from the world's cruelty.

TO PART WAYS HURT LIKE A SON OF A BITCH... she wanted him gone, things got a little messy between them and their relationship would have been exposed if Negan and Maggie kept with what they were doing behind the backs of her people. He at first thought GOOD ! Let 'em know ! But that's just Negan... Maggie didn't want that... so she pushed him away. He left because he respected her. He left because, at the end of the day, he loved her, and didn't want to cause more agony than was already there.

LIFE had a funny way of making ROUNDS, didn't it ? HEART POUNDING in his chest... was that guy going to make it to Maggie ? Would she get the note ? Would he see her again like he oh so desperately wanted to for such a long time now ?

THE SIGHT OF HER ONLY DROVE HIM WILD ! INSANE ! He can't say he feels awful about letting his mind wander when it came to thinking about Maggie. Did she miss him just as much as he missed her ? Did she pick up on him and Annie ? Fuck- Annie. He feels slightly guilty... even with him being a changed man... guess he still isn't all that good, huh. He notices the look on Maggie's face, he can't ignore the glance she sends to him and Annie. Fuck, she knows. She knows and he's only wondering what's going through that pretty head of hers. He just has to know... he has to talk to her. Even if she didn't want to be alone with him... he needed her.

Getting her alone wasn't as difficult, well maybe a bit having to get away from her people and his people, not wanting this conversation to take place in front of her son, or in front of Annie. He didn't need all that drama, at least not now. Not when he just got Maggie back for even just this moment. HE TELLS HER AS A REMINDER, AS FOR HER TO KNOW that no matter what he is hers.... he didn't see it coming. The bitter tone, the way her eyes blazed with anger... oh shit ? She was jealous ! Another time he'd be smirking at this, feeling gleeful at the idea of Maggie actually feeling jealous... because it meant she cared about him more than she let on.

HER WORDS FILLED WITH VENOM, HIS HEART ALMOST RIPPING OUT HIS RIBCAGE wanting to explain everything to her ! Though a part of him finds himself a little pissed off, to be fucking honest. Because what the fuck does she mean ? He could never replace her ?! Annie happened because shit happens. It wasn't out of love, it wasn't because he had found someone he wanted to spend his life with. He found her because being alone fucking sucked at times. Even if she wasn't Maggie, she was something to him in a way. it's wrong to use others, but he's not about to let himself dwell on it.

THE OLDER MAN'S teeth clench tightly together, his nostrils flaring-- he's trying to count to ten, but fuck. He's LIVID ! SEEING RED ! Doesn't know when or how he got to her, but there he was now hovering over her, hazel irises filled with anger & hurt. He grasped her upper arm, pulling her closer, his breath heavy, his teeth bared. " Are you really fuckin' for real? You don't get to be pissed at me MAGGIE ! You don't get to be fuckin' pissed when you were the one who sent me off ! Or what ? You don't recall telling me to go ? Hm ? I left 'cause you didn't want me 'round anymore. " He growls in frustration, his eyes not once leaving hers. He's afraid if he blinks she'll disappear.

He couldn't have that, not again.

" I LEFT FOR YOU ! I LEFT because you ASKED me to fuckin' leave ! -- Do you really think anyone could ever replace you ? HUH ?! You do know how much you mean to me, don't you ? Or--- should I remind you. SHOULD I remind you how good you make me feel... not just in sex, but how pure my heart is for you, and only you ! How my thoughts are of only you ! You hear me ? I'm fuckin' CRAZY about you ! You drive me nuts, and then you come here gettin' mad at me for the BULLSHIT you caused ! YOU know we could have stayed in the cabin, we could have started our own community someplace else ! We could have done all that ! But you didn't want that.... you... didn't want that with me. " He lets her go, the expression on his face no longer of anger.... but sadness washing over him. He sighs, a hand coming up to lay over his eyes, shielding the pain away from her. Shaking his head. "I would do anything for you Maggie.... deep down you know that. "

[diligence]

Though most don't notice the change in Robins, you do. It's the subtle differences that draw your attention posthumous because that's when your attention matters.

That's when someone is needed to point out that Batman needs a Robin. It's the differences that help you know that the original Robin isn't dead—that he can take the job.

He, all teeth and a taut leash, doesn't take the job, of course, so you take it instead.

You become the third Robin, picking up a legacy that's scratched like an uncared for vinyl that you didn't listen to before buying.

Dick is everything you imagine a Robin should be—at least, most of the time. Others, you can't believe he thought it was a good idea to leave Batman, even if he was getting old (you're thirteen and can't imagine what it's like to be almost twenty yet), but you suppose it's a good thing he did or else you wouldn't be standing in the cave yourself.

Sometimes when you're standing in that cave you look at Jason's suit—displayed like it would be in a museum but for only Batman and Alfred who always spoke of the second Robin with a furrowed brow and sometimes Dick when he could stomach being there and now you to view—and wonder if he would have left if he had a choice. If he hadn't died, would he have stayed by Batman's side longer than Dick?

You don't know. You don't have to know. You swallow down the part of you that supposes it's a good thing you don't have to take that gamble, either, because you don't like that thought of yours and you know Bruce wouldn't either.

Even if Jason isn't exactly a topic that the two of you broach often, you come to understand Bruce enough to know when he's thinking of him, which is almost always the first few months. Sometimes there's tells, like when he holds a glassy glance too long as if he's observing a ghost behind you, one that he's afraid of. Sometimes you don't need a tell at all—sometimes you're just Jason. Sometimes you're not allowed to go on missions you can handle because he's afraid of losing you, even though that's unspoken, and you know that really means he's afraid of losing Jason again.

Dick doesn't see Jason in you any more than he sees himself in you, you think, but there's always been an unreadable quality to him that most people wouldn't be able to notice unless they were trained by the World's Greatest Detective. Luckily for you, you were, and that's how you know that it isn't that you don't remind Dick of Jason, but that Dick doesn't like thinking of Jason at all.

The guilt runs too deep. You don't know where it's sourced, but that's okay. You wouldn't fault Dick anyway; he's practically your older brother. Your only brother.

That only makes your wonder deepen, your imagination more vivid—more hopeful—as a kid than it will be in the future. You know that if Jason had lived, you would never have become Robin in the first place. You're too close in age and you still don't know if he would have given up Robin, but there could be a world out there where he did and you do.

In that world, you assume you would get along. Again, you're close enough in age that you'd probably like the same things, and you'd only have a few years gap in school subjects. You're smart enough that you could keep up with his homework, and if you couldn't, he could give you tips on yours. You'd roll your eyes at the same Bruce comment, which is something you already do with Dick, but it'd be different.

Dick's your role model, the kind of guy you aspire to be, but he's older than you and away from home more often than not. Even still, you're closer with him than you are with Bruce in almost every way but strategically, so you can only imagine having a former Robin around more often. You can't help but wonder if you'd be closer—Jason and you.

You think about him and the life he didn't get to live a lot because it's the life you're now living. You think about it every time you pass his memorial in the Batcave, even if it's only a brief thought that acknowledges he existed. You think about how the legacy of Robin isn't the only legacy that rests on your shoulders. You 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 that if he were alive, you'd be doing him proud.

But he's not, so you mourn him. You mourn him with Bruce and Dick in silence, each in your own different ways, because it's not like any of you to express these feelings aloud. If it used to be, it isn't anymore, because that isn't the way of the bat, and God knows you need to be the bat.

Sometimes you mourn the imaginary version of him more than the one that existed, the one you could relate to and look up to. You like to think it's not that far from reality, so you mourn the real him, too.

You mourn him, and you mourn him, and you mourn him, and he tries to kill you.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 you mourn him more.

[tagthescullion]

Diplomacy: a Net of Embellished Lies

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Rating: G

Summary: Five times Nico lied to the people around him, and one time he told the truth.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

AO3 link

Chapter 6: The Truth

I may have used you, but Nico used you and lied about it.

That’s what Gaea had said. But Gaea would have said anything back in that suffocating mud in Alaska for Hazel to let go.

You’re wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.

Jason’s words had cut deeper than Hazel was willing to admit out loud. 

The few months she’d known Jason before his disappearance the year before, he’d always seemed like an agreeable boy. Perhaps a bit reluctant as a leader, Hazel had always found his jolly disposition faked to a certain degree, it made her think he wasn’t all too sure about what he was doing, but he’d always been honest and hardworking. And above all, he’d been understanding.

That empathy had clearly dissipated like hot steam when you opened the window after a shower.

Hazel sat on a comfortable armchair in her cabin, next to the sleeping form of her brother. 

After the absolutely ghastly day they’d had, she thought he deserved to sleep properly. And that he wouldn’t do if he was alone after the whole ordeal he’d been through. Much less on a ship with hostile allies.

She wasn’t sure how long he’d actually rest, he’d refused to go to bed for a long while, offering to take up the first few watches above deck, but eventually Hazel had coerced him into at least trying to get some shuteye.

He looked small, exhausted, too thin and gaunt. And yet, there was such an angelic definition to his sleeping face that Hazel had no doubt the prophecy’s line, ‘twins snuff out the angel’s breath’, wasn’t only referring to his surname.

Angels, however, weren’t supposed to lie.

Hazel’s idea of an angel was heavily influenced by the nuns in her childhood school. Sammy had once commented that biblical angels weren’t the cute cherubs they painted in churches, but in spite of all the reasoning he’d given, Hazel had still imagined a young-looking, humanlike creature dressed in a white tunic, and who did acts of good in the name of an all-forgiving God.

Hazel couldn’t quite believe in God after everything that had happened both to her and to the people she loved, but in her mind, Nico di Angelo was nothing short of a guardian angel.

He’d rescued her from death itself, guided her in a world that had changed almost entirely, led her to a safe space where she could try to belong. He was a shoulder to cry on, and a source of knowledge of all things mythical. Every time Hazel had felt everything was overwhelming, or whenever her blackout memories were happening too frequently, Nico had been there to offer his support. All of that in exchange for nothing. 

Had it been in exchange for nothing?

Hazel’s brain was battling itself. 

One side was falling prey to Gaea’s, Octavian’s, Jason’, even Leo’s mistrust. Nico had lied. He’d hidden important information from her, he’d lied openly to Percy, he’d betrayed Camp Jupiter’s hospitality by refusing to acknowledge the existence of another section of demigods.

The opposing side called all of that bullshit. Nico was her brother, the only family she had in this century. None of his lies had been personal, nor had he kept information for nefarious purposes. 

“You look troubled.”

Nico’s sluggish voice startled her.

He’d woken up and was looking at her with concern.

“It’s nothing,” Hazel said, trying to clear her expression.

Nico raised an eyebrow. His manner reminded Hazel of their father.

He stretched like a cat, crossed his legs, and leaned with his back to the wall and her comforter around him like a cocoon, despite the Mediterranean summer’s heat. 

“You are a terrible liar,” he said.

Unlike you. But Hazel couldn’t tell him that, could she?

Hell, of course she could. But whatever anger or mild betrayal she felt wasn’t strong enough to want to hurt him.

“I hope you’re feeling better,” she said instead.

Nico shrugged. “Physically, yeah, I guess.”

“Is your Catholic guilt acting up again?” She asked. 

Nico snorted. He seemed to be on the brink of despair. “It was my fault. I should have been quicker.”

“I could have been quicker too,” she told him. “And the rest. But even demigods have limitations.”

Nico wasn’t looking at her. 

“If they didn’t have to rescue me,” he muttered. “Percy could have gone to Annabeth sooner.”

“Even Percy has limitations, Nico,” she argued. “They would have fallen earlier, perhaps. What if they fell and we didn’t even know what had happened to them?”

He didn’t look much relieved. 

“We will find them,” Hazel promised. 

Finally, Nico looked her in the eye.

“Yes,” he agreed. “We will. I owe them that and more.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do you ‘owe them’ so much?” She wondered.

“This and that,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

“No.” 

The firmness in her own voice surprised her. And her brother too, his eyes snapped up to meet hers again.

“It’s always the same with you,” she told him. “You hide your past and expect the rest of us to ask no questions because ‘Pluto sent you’ and nobody dares challenge that. But it wasn’t Pluto who sent you, was it?” Hazel breathed in to give herself some courage. “It was Hades. You’ve been lying to us —to me— since last year!”

Nico had the decency to look ashamed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were fixed on the sky outside her window.

“He told me not to—,” Nico started. “Father, I mean. He told me to pretend to be one of you guys. He said it would be easier if I made myself pass for a Roman demigod. Children of Pluto may be considered bad auguries but they’re better than a Greek demigod —you’ve seen how Octavian’s like—.”

“How did you find out about Camp Jupiter?” She inquired. 

“Father told me,” he answered. “I saw Jason and Reyna last year in Mount Tam. They were scouting the enemy lines, and so was I. I was curious because, well… because I’d never seen them before, and demigods that age weren’t likely to be alive without some training.”

“Did father tell you then?”

Nico huffed. “As if. He told me they weren’t enemies, that was all I needed to know, and that I stayed well away from them.”

“Which of course you ignored,” Hazel guessed.

Nico made a more-or-less gesture with his hand. “Father knew I wouldn’t leave it fully alone. But the war had begun, and I had to spend most of my time convincing him to be part of the battle.”

Hazel swallowed down the envy she felt at Nico so casually being invited to converse with their father. Pluto had ignored her for her whole life with the exception of two minimal conversations, yet Hades had allowed his 12-year-old son to convince him to take part in a battle. 

Still, it wasn’t Nico’s fault. 

“And then I saw you,” Nico continued. “I knew you were one of them, whatever it was they were, not a Greek demigod. But you were also my sister, I couldn’t leave you down in the Underworld if you could have another chance!”

“How did he react to that?” Hazel had never asked that before. Maybe she’d been afraid the answer would be awful.

Nico shrugged. “He wasn’t exactly happy I was messing around with life and death. But he was glad, I think. Your death was an unfair thing, he’d been upset about that.”

Hazel doubted Hades, or Pluto, or whatever he wanted to be called, had been upset necessarily, but it was kind of Nico to suggest it.

“Anyway,” her brother said. “He had to explain then, I couldn’t just take you to Camp Half-Blood. Chiron realised Jason didn’t belong immediately. He’d have known about you too, and he doesn’t like me at all, he wouldn’t have let you stay.”

“What about the ambassador thing?” She wondered. “Was that real or was it just an excuse to give you some leverage?”

“He told me to use that name,” Nico said, giving her a funny look. “I would never have come up with that alone, I don’t think I fit very well in the diplomatic category.”

“You know how to bend the truth to your convenience,” she argued. “A pity you hate people, you could have gotten far in life with that.”

Nico gave her a wry smile. “My grandfather was a diplomat, did you know?”

Of course she didn’t. She didn’t even know his mother’s name.

“I see you got the unsociable genes from the other side of the family,” she commented.

“Or from his wife,” Nico offered. “My nonna hated people too, but she was cleverer than I, because she knew through gossip you could blackmail others so she endured social events all the same.”

“Sounds charming,” Hazel deadpanned. 

“Hard times, I suppose,” he said. 

“Because of the war?”

Nico shook his head. “Because she was a woman born in the nineteenth century, more like.”

There was a moment of silence. Not too charged, Hazel thought. She’d learned more about Nico in a quarter of an hour than she had in almost a year. 

Nico leaned forward and took her hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Hazel knew he meant it. “I should have told you sooner. I…” He sighed. “At first I didn’t know if I could trust you. Don’t take it personally! I— I hate being disappointed by people, it’s easier to keep everyone at arm’s length. And then, as the time passed I thought —perhaps I hoped— that I could ditch the Greek side. In Camp Jupiter people may be wary of me, mistrustful now, but they’re not scared. I liked being there as if I belonged.”

Hazel squeezed his hand. She wasn’t sure why Nico owed so much to Percy Jackson if he wanted to leave that part of his life behind so badly, but she thought Nico had told her enough, it could wait for another day.

“You’ll always have a place in Camp Jupiter,” she promised him. “When we get back—” Not if, when. “Well, either we’ll be killing each other or we’ll leave all this resentment and hate behind. Let’s hope for the second one.”

“Mild difference, those two outcomes,” he stated.

Hazel rolled her eyes. “Let me put it in other words: either we’ll both be dead, or you’ll have a place in the Twelfth Legion if that’s what you want.”

Nico snorted a laugh. “Sums it up nicely.”

“Now let’s go eat something,” she pulled from his hand and got him up, comforter poncho included. “I’m starving, and I want you to eat something too.”

“I—”

“At least a couple of grapes, as an apology to me,” Hazel insisted. “And to whoever else you’ve been dishonest to in the past year.”

Her brother didn’t look amused. 

“Fine.”

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CHAPTER TEN BABEEEE in this chapter we go back in time (hence the title). Timelapse takes place a little after Rosemarie and Simon go missing—the team lead at Good Intentions feels compelled to file a police report and visit Rosemarie’s empty home. (I noticed there's a little mistake in the text... just ignore it shh hush hush) I also wanted to say that I adore the comments you guys put in the tags of the reblogs. I know I'm shit at the tag games, but if anyone has any asks pertaining to this wip I'll do my best to answer! Working on this project has made me both stressed and happy lol I'm glad to be able to share my writing with even just a few people.

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By now the power and water have been turned off. The food in the kitchen is beginning to mold; Sadie notices in particular a chicken pot pie that is a little too green inside. She shuts the stale refrigerator. It’s obvious that one of the last things Rosemarie did was lie in bed. The chairs at her gateleg table are pushed in, crochet placemats she used only when she had company still left on the table, her coke bottle of dried peonies at the center. The blankets were folded over the edge of the raisin-black velvet couch. She doesn’t touch the remote, turns on the TV to see what channel Rosemarie was last watching. She stares at Rosemarie’s unmade bed, tries to put the pieces together. She wondered what would make Rosemarie get up out of bed, it looked like she hadn’t done the dishes, hadn’t ordered takeout. Her room didn’t smell like Rosemarie did. Warmth, something homey. Amber and magnolias, chocolate and orchids. This wasn’t the first time she had been in Rosemarie’s home. She was here when Rosemarie was showing her the portrait Simon had drawn of her. She said that she had to see it in person so she could see every lovely line on the smooth Bristol board paper in a wooden ornate gold picture frame, the shape of it an oval, Simon’s familiar signature tucked beneath Rosemarie’s graphite chin. She looks in the bathroom, next. Rosemarie owned very little skincare and less makeup. She looks at herself in her mirror. There aren’t sticky notes on her bathroom mirror 0r a lipstick stain from her kiss. Everything is like a still life, the sort of still life you saw in your college art class, simple and with a single light source, the shadows and dust telling of time. She wonders what could have happened to her favorite coworker, the sweet-cheeked employee who was bronze incarnate and showed her face like the moon phases. The dark side of her was Sadie’s favorite. Sadie leaves without answers to Rosemarie’s disappearance. Her fingers tighten around the doorknob. She catches a glance of her wedding ring before she leaves the building.  

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