#and shes in the 9 realms for Reasons :]

[obsidian-vineyard84]

A scene ive been rotating around in my brain

[novococain]

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[shanastoryteller]

Happy April, Shana! Time traveling Percy? Or time traveling whoever?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Cheryl knows there's something up with Percy.

Some of it can be attributed to his age and circumstances - a demigod with the power he has must have attracted monsters his whole life. The more powerful a demigod is, the more likely they are to be killed - a failsafe of the gods, she thinks uncharitably, so that no tool can become too great a threat to the others. The younger a child makes their way to camp, typically the more impressive their abilities.

Luke is an exception in that unlike most kids, he's been in regular contact with his father for most of his life and there's a level of protection in that. Cheryl can fault Hermes - and certainly his children - on many counts, but he never forgets to claim his children. Most of them arrive having already met him at least once. Luke has impressive sword skills and seems smarter than the average member of his cabin, but his powers seem equal enough to any other demigod their age.

Thalia is a daughter of Zeus. The air around her crackles when she gets mad and her aim with a spear is good enough that Cheryl suspects it's gifted. She's young, but there's a presence and power to children of Zeus that can't be denied.

Percy makes no sense at all.

A demigod child of Persephone, the first that anyone can remember, and they have claimed him as their own as their mother would have wanted, but she can't help but think he doesn't quite fit. His powers seem to lean more towards Persephone's role of queen to the underworld, considering the crevice burning with hellfire that now surrounds the camp, and comparitively little of her abilities as a goddess of spring.

It should be the opposite.

The only time Persephone could have met and made a child with a mortal is when she's acting in her role as goddess of spring, as she's bound to Hades's realm when she's acting as its queen. Unless Hades gave her permission, but that seems an audacious transgression and a surefire way to once again be chained to the letter of the bargain she struck when she ate six pomegranate seeds.

He doesn't fit in the Demeter cabin, doesn't fit as a child of a Persephone with more raw power than a child of Zeus, some days it seems as if he doesn't fit anywhere at all, something about him just out of place.

Perhaps that's the true mark of his mother.

Persephone ran for a reason, after all.

[chrrychills]

we both like apple cider .

main six « sleepover w/ their s/o!

ashlyn banner:

•sleepover's probably at her house, it's more convenient that way. plus you can hangout in the bus graveyard!

•will make dinner and appreciates if you sit in the kitchen and talk to her.

•reluctantly allows you to do face masks on her– the only condition is that you're not allowed to take pictures. (you did anyway.)

•is ready for bed around 10 pm. She wants the two of you to get at least a little bit of rest before the shift at midnight.

•has a hard time falling asleep after the phantom realm, so the two of you probably stay up until 2-3 am talking.

•will cuddle for max 10 minutes, then she gets too hot or uncomfortable and moves away. she'll still be holding you hand or touching you in some way, though!

•overall very tame sleepover, just appreciates your presence.

aiden clark:

•you're not sleeping. at all. he will make it his mission to keep you up all night.

•will not be making dinner, he can't cook for shit. the two of you end up just ordering pizza instead of making the effort to cook.

•the two of you will most likely leave the house for some reason or another– wether that be snacks or something else.

•he's super cuddly when he's tired, so he'll practically cling to you when he's ready to sleep. usually doesn't rest before the shift, but tries to when he's with you because he doesn't want you to be tired in the phantom realm.

•either can't sleep or knocks out after the seven hours is up. if he's exhausted enough to sleep, it'll be the best sleep of your lives.

•will gladly allow you to do face masks, makeup, etc. he thinks it's fun, and likes seeing you happy.

•absolutely painting your face if you let him. if you don't, there's a good chance he does it while you sleep.

•overall, very chaotic. there's a 90% chance you'll wake up with face paint the next morning.

ben clark:

•either conks out at like 9:30 pm or stays up until dawn.

•you two will definitely be cooking/baking. he's an amazing baker, so whatever you make will taste amazing. (aiden's gonna come downstairs and eat like half of it in the middle of the night.)

•a big cuddler. even when he's sleeping, he has an iron grip on you. it comforts him, knowing that you're there with him.

•will spoon if you want but it isn't his favorite.

•matching pj pants. probably like black and grey plaid ones or something like that.

•usually starts winding down around 9 pm. he'll sit in bed and draw for half an hour or so, preferably with you cuddled up next to him.

•probably has a loud fan or white noise to sleep, but will absolutely turn it off if you ask.

•usually can't sleep after the phantom realm, but knocks out if you cuddle with him.

•very calm sleepover, he just wants to spend time with you. 10/10, sweetheart.

tyler hernandez:

•uses the time to pamper you, in his own subtle way. he'll make you dinner and spend most of the night attached to your side.

•super cuddly when he's tired, but will vehemently deny it if you bring it up after the fact.

•will force to you sleep or at least rest before the shift.

•loves cuddling. he relaxes immediately as soon as his arms are wrapped around you and your legs are tangled with his.

•falls asleep pretty quick. as soon as he allows himself to relax, he's out like a light.

•half expects your to just wear his clothes to bed. he's shocked (and slightly offended) when you bring your own clothes. it doesn't matter, since you usually end up in one of his hoodies or shirts anyways.

•goes to bed around 10:30-11:00. he's usually the one cleaning up dinner or something like that, so he doesn't usually wind down until 10.

•sleeps in a pitch black room with no noise. any stimulation will make it practically impossible for him to sleep.

•really calm. just wants to spend time with you, 10/10.

taylor hernandez:

•is so excited. she loves being around you, so being able to end her day with you bring her joy.

•movie night! you guys spend a bit too long picking a movie, and you both end up falling asleep about halfway through.

•a huge cuddler. she usually holds a stuffed animal when she sleeps, but now that you're here she can hold you instead!

•loves spooning– especially when she's little spoon. having your arms around her calms her down almost immediately.

•she says she wants to cook, but will probably get distracted and forget. you two will either end up eating tyler's cooking or ordering takeout at like 11:30.

•tries to get a good amount of sleep before the shift, so she tries to go to bed around 9:45-10:00. depending on how the day had been, you two either fall asleep super early or don't fall asleep at all.

•so exhausted after the shift and will fall asleep immediately.

•she tends to get night terrors, but she can calm herself down pretty quickly. when you're there, they either don't happen at all or are very rare.

•will most likely go on a rant about her club or a new project she had started. she usually doesn't realize she's rambling, and you don't have the heart to tell her.

logan fields:

•is super nervous and fidgety at first, but starts to relax and just focus on you the longer you're there.

•literally can't cook. at all. should not be allowed in a kitchen alone under any circumstances. he lets you cook dinner if you want to, but assures you that it's fine if you'd rather order takeout.

•sleeps pretty early, around 9:30. he really wants you two to rest before the shift so that you aren't tired and sluggish.

•he has a hard time falling back asleep after the shift, so he keeps a bottle of melatonin gummies in his cabinet and will offer you one if you need it.

•a light sleeper. if you move or pull away while you two are cuddling, he'll feel it and wake up immediately.

•you two probably won't leave the house, except to sit on the roof and stargaze. he spends more time admiring you than the sky and really hopes you don't notice.

•kinda nervous when it comes to cuddling. he probably has a tremor or something along those lines, so his hands are pretty much always shaky.

lacey's notes: hi!! i'm so sorry i haven't updated like i said i would. i'm finally home after my vacation, so i should be able to start updating more.

i wanted to get this out since it's been in my drafts for weeks. i want to thank everyone for the requests, and i'll start working on them shortly!

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Posting schedule: Friday Misdemeanor, and Wednesdays for one the occasional one shot. Tag lists are always open. 

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart 

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For Eternity (Completed)

Banner by @redvexillum

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult Warnings: This fic contains sexual content, explorations of consent within Angel Dust's contract in relation to sex work, Sexual assault, Possessive and obsessive behaviors, Power dynamics, Adam being an ass, kidnapping, Vox is in hell for a reason, Val is in hell for a reason, Vox has a weird thing for Alastor, Angel Dust is sweet as pie, murder, revenge, implied sexual assault and harassment, miscarriage and death.

Summary: Isabel died young, leaving behind her husband to pick up the pieces. Finding herself in Heaven, she waits for her husband to join her. And waits. And waits. Years and decades pass as she faces the realization that Alastor may not be joining her in Heaven, leaving her largely alone in a realm of double standards and fake smiles.

She must decide if she is going to move on from her marriage or do whatever it takes to reunite with her husband. Would he even still want her? Would she survive the dangers to find him? Would the cost be worth what could be gained?

Is Heaven really Heaven if the one you love isn't there with you?

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Another day in Paradise (On hiatus)

Pairing: Eventually Alastor x OFC, later- light Alastor x ofc x Lucifer Rated: Adult for eventual smut Content warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel- this feels redundant. Sex, eventual smut, referenced implied suicide to be discussed in more detail later, drugs, drinking, poor coping, toxic behavior, controlling behavior, cannibalism, idk, it's fucking Hazbin Hotel, if it's worth a content warning it's probably going to come up at some point? Religious trauma. reader has a name/is a oc.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 (slated for rewrite)

A Taste of Sugar

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult for smut TW: blood kink, bondage, reader with trauma from food insecurity Summary: As you work through the trauma of your life and starving to death, you dismantle your stash of snacks for what you hope will be the final time. Snack cakes, cookies and crackers are given to everyone around you, except one resident in the hotel whom you knew wouldn't enjoy or consume the treats. Then, as the flow of treats tricked to a stop, stash dismantled, small brown boxes containing treats began to appear at your door. Simple, delicious and seemingly homemade treats without so much as a note.

He watched and he waited, each week for your offer. Each week, no offer came and again he left his gift at your door. Why would you not think of him? Why would you not see him? What did he have to do for you to consider him?

Chapters: 1,  2 

Wild Flowers (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adult, 18+ Content warnings: Sex pollen trope and related questionable consent due to intoxication, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, knotting, praise, dancing that shouldn't be that sexy, biting, a touch of blood drinking, female masterbation, some possessiveness, Alastor being a bit of an ass

Summary: You had always loved flowers, so when you found a patch of pretty purple wildflowers growing in the small forest behind the hotel, you didn't think twice about picking a small handful to bring back to your room. While they smelled lovely, you were wholly unprepared for the side effects of exposure or the repercussions of offering the terrifyingly handsome Radio Demon a smell on your way to your room.

With your body burning from the inside out with an overwhelming need and a displeased Radio Demon pushing his way into your room, you have no idea what you're in for.

All you wanted was to pick some flowers but you got so much more.

Audio version brought to you by @nyx-umbrakinesis,  Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6.

Steamy Situations 18+  (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adults only Warnings: Smut. It's shower smut. Female bodied reader. Careful with your shower sex.

Summary: You're hot and bored and your husband is busy working. If only there was a way you could distract him, get some of his attention and cool off. Audio Fic credits: Read by the lovely @nyx-umbrakinesis (Audio fic part 1, part 2)

Read me to sleep? (One shot)

Alastor x reader Rating: G Summary: After a long, shitty day out and about you drag yourself home to the hotel to seek shelter and comfort in the one place you knew you could find it.

From events:

Antler Play (Alastor x Doe!Reader)

CW: Lightly used incorrect deer facts, ruts and seasons, insertion of an item 100% not safe or intended for insertion, light fem receiving oral, female masterbation Summary: Alastor, having just rode out his rut alone is faced with the startling realization that you, a fellow deer demon in the hotel, have not just come into season but your first season since your death. Alastor is left unable to mate you due to the poor timing but finds other ways to see to your needs and trick your body into thinking the deed has been done.

Mine (Alastor x Doe!reader)

CW: Smut, blood, knots, ruts Summary: Alastor and his Doe have weathered the passing of the seasons, though he has failed to define their relationship and she's been too afraid to ask. Now, Alastor's Rut is upon him and it's time for her to return the favor. *Follow up to Antler Play*

Curiosity (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Sensory deprivation, established situationship, smut, porn with way too many feelings, love confessions. Summary: Alastor overhears Angel Dust telling you about Val's latest thing- sensory deprivation. Curiosity wins out over sensibility.

Not afraid Of A Little Blood (Human ALastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

I Own You (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Suicidal thoughts, suicidal actions, Anxiety, depression, shitty fuckin mental health, Pissed off Alastor, possessive Alastor, Branding, blood as lube, Toxic ass relationships, self doubt, smut, mirror sex Summary: After getting a bunch of comments telling you you're not good enough for Alastor, old demons come back to life in your mind sending you to embrace the coping mechanism that sent you to hell in the first place. Alastor stops your plans in their tracks and is rather displeased by your actions.

A Pirate, A wench and Whisky (Alastor x Reader)

CW: Closet sex, drunk sex thus murky consent, clothed sex, p n v sex, cream pies, thigh riding, biting, blood drinking Summary: Charlie decided hosting a costume party would be the best way for the residents to celebrate the season and for the hotel to get some grand publicity. Dressing up wasn't optional. Though you were proud of your bar wench costume- not too skimpy but just skimpy enough, not everyone announced their plans.

The result was a bar wench that did everything you could to avoid the red pirate, drowning your anxiety in shot after shot of whiskey only to find yourself cornered by the very man you could hardly look at when you made an attempt to retire for the night.

Incomplete Summonings (Demon Alastor/Alastor shadow x Human reader)

CW: Creampie, temperature play, demon summoning, virginity, light blood, Sex with Alastor's shadow, Sex with Alastor, human Vox cameo Summary: You summoned a demon to remove your romantic competition from the equation. When your sacrifice was far too little, earning you only the shadow of the demon you had called, you had to find something else to sacrifice to pay the price.

Stuff You like a What?! (Alastor x reader)

CW: Tentacles, gags, edging, orgasm denial, established relationship, suspension, cream pies Summary: As your lover is just about to reach his finish, you complete a dare issued by Angel Dust. The unexpecting words leaving your mouth leaves Alastor's finish in ruins and he is a man that feels an eye for an eye is far too merciful...

Knife's Edge (Human!Alastor x reader)

CW: Knifeplay, stranger sex, smut, creampies, dub con Summary: Stepping away from the party, you tried to get some are. It's a chance encounter with a dangerous stranger that leaves your dress ruffled, your panties missing and you facing some new facts about yourself.

To the Beat of the Music (Human!Alastor x reader)

CW: Smut, sexual harassment, 3rd person, pussy slapping. semi public sex, smut, creampie. It's fucking. Summary: When a flapper won't take the hint that Alastor isn't interested in her, he has no choice but to shut her up and make a point. Sometimes, punishment can be pleasure.

A Monstrous Broadcast (Monster!Alastor x reader)

CW: Post Stayed Gone Monster Al, Size kink go brr, Blood, DubCon, belly bulge, broadcasting sex, cream pies, cum painting... Summary: You were sent to Alastor's Broadcasting tower to tell him something just in time to catch the tail end of Stayed Gone. Alastor is in a rather unique mood and in terrifying form as he decides the best way to work his excess energy off is with you.

Birthday Cake (Alastor x reader)

A short birthday fluff with a splash of angst

Home is where the heart is (One shot fluff) 

Vox x Reader Rated: General Warnings: I accidently spilled a little angst on the fluff serving. Sorry?

Summary: You're cooking dinner when your secret boyfriend comes home. Caught up in the moment, confessions are made and hearts are put on the line.

A Bed of Electric FLowers (One Shot)

Header done in part by the wonderful, amazing, fantastical @redvexillum

Vox x ReaderRated: Adult CW: Sex pollen trope, sex toy use, female masterbation, Vox's glowstick dick, way too many tv details, Male receiving oral,

Summary: A unexpected floral arrangement is delivered to your door as you're trying to ignore the lingering absence of your flat faced boyfriend. When Vox returns home and finds you in a compromising position, he's eager to assist even without a clue as to what has you so worked up.

Sister Dearest (One shot)

Requested: Vox x Alastor’s!Sister!Reader rated: Adult

Summary: Sneaking out of the protection of the protection of your brother's district was dangerous. Not only did you risk Alastor's wrath, you risked catching the eye of some unsavory characters. While you could meet many friends upon the streets of the forbidden tech district, you find Vox and his alluring promises of a good time.He knew of your brother and seemed to hold no animosity, surely he was a friend to the Radio Demon, right? Surely you could trust his company, right?Right?

Power (One Shot)

Vox x Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ Warnings: Porn without plot, Power dynamics, Secretary reader, Choking on dick, Office blowjob. 

Summary: Vox is wound tight after his on air showdown with the newly returned Alastor. The show must go on though and you have just what he needs to get into the right headspace to move forward. 

KittyCat (Vox x Kitty!Reader)

CW: Public sex, heats, electric play, collars, public nudity, breeding, creampie Summary: Being a cat demon, you suffered some of the most extreme heat cycles in all of hell. Every few weeks you went out of your mind with the need to be bred. It didn't matter who, when, where or how.

It was a good thing you belonged to Vox. But what happens when your cycle sneaks up on you, slamming into you a little earlier than expected while Vox is at a meeting? Can you make it to your powerful lover before someone else takes you or will you fall for the first male you see?

Quiet In the Theater (Human!Vox x reader)

CW: Power dynamics (Boss/assistant), Public sex, public fingering, public cockwarming, edging. Summary: As a reward for years of diligent service, your boss rewarded you with a movie date. Except, it wasn't a date and you watching the movie was more of a chore... Follow up to: Dressing Room but not required to be read together

Package Delivery (Vox x Reader)

CW: Roleplay, Electric stim, Blowjobs, doggy style, p n v sex, she really corny porn dialog, oops I spilled a little angst Summary: After working too many late nights and canceling too any dates, Vox decides to make it up to you with an unplanned surprise. New desires are unlocked and explored as two lovers who’ve been apart for too many nights fall back together. 

What’s more romantic than a stiff, cheap VoxTek delivery uniform and a new work laptop, anyway? Follow up to Home Is Where The Heart Is

Teaching Him A Lesson (Lucifer x Reader) (Cucked Alastor x reader)

CW: Drunk sex, Dub con due to drinking, cream pie, breakup rebound sex, noncon cucking, fem receiving oral, bondage for Alastor Summary: After being dumped by Alastor, you soothe your heart at the hotel bar. Lucifer is more than willing to listen to your sorrows and even indulge you when you take Angel Dust's advice of fucking your way over Alastor. Unfortunately, when Alastor sees you slip into your room with someone else, he regrets his choice and Lucifer decides to teach him a lesson.

Lost Flowers (Lucifer x Human!Reader)

CW: Sex pollen, compromised consent, smut, oral sex, fingering Summary: Imps doing whatever the fuck they did dropped a sex flower in the human world and it's Lucifer's problem as the king of Hell to find it. When he finds it, picked up by you, he has a obligation to help you ride out the effects.

Praise Be Thy Tongue (Lucifer x reader)

CW: oral, fem receiving, slight praise kink Summary: After turning your back on Heaven in favor of the man you had fallen in love with, you present yourself to Lucifer asking that he show you the ways of pleasure…

What's This (Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Cock ring, overstimulation, pleasure Dom undertones, wings, Luci a bit in his feels, Begging, praise, multiple orgasms Summary: Lucifer's lover, a newly fallen Angel continues her exploration of sinful pleasure as Lucifer teaches her what the cockring she found in his nightstand is for. Follow up to Praise Be Thy Tongue

Hot and Cold (Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Wax play, Ice play, Ice put inside the body, Oral, It's just smut, don't put ice cubes up your whooha, only use body safe wax for wax play Summary: Lucifer treats his newly fallen love to a picnic and on a whim decides to expand her pleasurable horizons using the ice from the champagne bucket and the wax from the candles.

A follow up to Praise Be Thy Tongue

Titties (Adam x Reader)

CW: Titty fucking, large breasts, Adam being adam, oral, cum shots, facial Summary: Adam and his new, large breasted lover have been fucking like rabbits but you're tired and sore. Adam though, in love with your curves will gladly take the chance to lavish your chest with some affection.

The Original Dick (Adam x Reader)

CW: Rough blowjob, semi public blowjob, m receiving oral, stalking, reader is a bit craycray Summary: After repeated encounters with Adam at work, through the hole, you have no choice but to follow him in hopes of finding an organic way to meet again. When you're less of a skilled stalker than you thought, you're faced with the repercussions of your actions. (Follow up to crash landings)

Crash Landings (Adam x Reader)

CW: Rough sex, Dub con, sex pollen, degradation, pussy slapping, fingering, compromised ability to consent Summary: After taking damage to his wings, Adam has no choice but to make an emergency landing in a clearing of purple flowers, unaware of the unique flora of hell. While he waits for his flight feathers to regrow, he's met with some rather unexpected side effects of exposure to Hyperrigidus Purpureus pollen. His luck this extermination had been shit but when a pretty little demoness all but trips over him, he is pretty sure his luck was about to change.

Satin Ribbons (Adam x Reader)

CW: Smut, Adam typical degradation Summary: It was once a year that you got to see your angelic lover. A romantic, or perhaps just sexual, tryst you waited all year for. This year, you dressed yourself in something you hoped Adam would think about all year long. (AU follow up to Crash Landings)

Joint Broadcast (Alastor x reader x Vox)

CW: Cheating, Dubcon, brat taming, Anal, double penetration, caught cheating, nonconsensual broadcast Summary: You thought you could have your cake and eat it, too. In this case, your cakes were Alastor and Vox in romantic and sexual relationships. Sure, you didn't disclose your entanglements with the other but what were the odds they would find out? When the unexpected comes to reality, you're left alone with two angry men who could end your existence. They intend to punish you but in the last way you expect…

Casting Call (Valentino x Reader)

CW: Sex machine, sex work, casting call for adult films Summary: Having grown tired of scraping by, you attend a casting call for the leading pornography studio in hell. You're surprised to find the casting call takes place with the head director himself, Valentino. Same Reader as Crash Landings

Fallen For Glory (Sinner!Adam x reader)

CW: Glory holes, sex work, Oral (M receiving), fem masterbation Summary: Seven months after your fated encounter with the First man, you struggled to get him off your mind. Even after a unexpected failed early extermination and the broadcasted slaying of Adam on the battlefield, you couldn't get him off your mind as rumors of him being reborn, sentenced to hell himself made it impossible for you to let go.

And then, sitting in the both of the shitty glory hole joint Valentino ran, you heard his voice once again. Rumors were true. Adam lived and your obsession was fueled by nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue.

This was the best day at the office... Follow up to Crash Landings

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Harry J. Sisson:

On May 12, 2025, Taylor Lorenz reported that Hasanabi, aka Hasan Piker, was flying home from a family vacation to France when he was detained by Customs and Border Protection. During his detention, he was asked a number of questions that, frankly, should not be asked of the west’s biggest political streamer. Questions like “Do you like Donald Trump?” “Have you ever interviewed Hamas, Houthis, or Hezbollah members?” “What are your opinions on Israel?” To virtually every question, Hasan claims he responded, “I'm on the side of civilians. I want the endless bloodshed to end. I am a pacifist. I want wars to end… which is insane because up until this moment. If you were to say as an American citizen, you stand 10 toes down with Hamas, or you stand 10 toes down with the Houthis, they can’t deny you entry into the country for that shit.” Under the protections of the constitution, this is not supposed to happen. As Taylor Lorenz writes, “In a functioning democracy, public figures and journalists are supposed to be able to criticize the government without fear of retaliation. That criticism is vital in holding power to account. When authorities start treating political beliefs like security threats, it sends a loud, chilling message to anyone expressing themselves online, especially those with a platform, that they might be targeted.” And she’s right. Although we don’t know for sure what the exact motivations were for Hasan’s detention, we can infer based on the fact that he was also questioned for his bans on Twitch, where he primarily streams, that this may have been a political act. Hasan Piker is unapologetically vocal about every stance he takes politically, and with nearly 3 million followers on Twitch, that voice of his reaches a lot of ears. Detaining him for speaking his mind isn’t outside the realm of reason, either - especially since it’s legal. According to DHS spokesperson Tricia McLaughlin, "Upon entering the country, this individual was referred for further inspection — a routine, lawful process that occurs daily, and can apply to any traveler.” 

A further investigation by Ken Klippenstein found that, “federal authorities have broad power to question and search U.S. citizens at the border without a warrant, probable cause, or even reasonable suspicion. Though the Fourth Amendment protects against unreasonable search and seizure, the Supreme Court has recognized a so-called border search exception. This authority applies to anyone located within 100 miles of a land border or coastline — the "border zone" — which incidentally covers over two-thirds of the U.S. population. CBP has frequently used these powers since 9/11 to target Muslims, but up until Trump, they rarely targeted American citizens so overtly for voicing their opinions. As Hasan told me, he had never been targeted before.” Because of the legal gray area this administration has placed hundreds of thousands of Americans in, Hasan’s is merely one of the highest profile examples of this happening - and it’s going to keep on happening until Trump is stopped. Look at this smaller story from just yesterday - one day after Hasan’s detention. The “psych sludge” band Lord Buffalo from Austin, TX, had just hopped on a plane at Dallas Fort Worth International Airport to embark on a nine day tour of Europe with the band Orsak:Oslo. A dream come true for any aspiring band that quickly became a complete and utter nightmare. As they wrote across social media, they had to cancel their tour before even leaving the country - because Customs and Border Protection had detained their drummer Yamal Said, pulling him forcibly off of his flight. [...] The crackdown from the Trump administration even applies in places you may not expect; on May 10, Sarah Slater for the Irish Times reported on an Irish woman named Cliona Ward, who was detained by ICE for nearly three weeks… after she flew overseas to visit her dad. Ward is 54 with two prior felony drug charges and four misdemeanors, but she was also here with a green card active until 2033 - and she claims her convictions had been expunged. “[This prompted] customs to temporarily release her to obtain the appropriate documentation to prove that her records had been cleared in California,” Slater writes. “When she went to plead her case at San Francisco airport to customs on April 21st and present proof of her expungement, she was detained again and told to argue her case in front of an immigration judge. The expungement had been carried out at a state not federal level.” Although Ward is now free, she claims the experience has left her with a form of PTSD due to the lights never being turned out, meaning “when she closes her eyes all she sees is fluorescent lights.” Ward’s story matches that of countless others who have been detained simply for the “crime” of not being a U.S. citizen.  [...] There are so many stories of this happening. A Pro-Palestinian protester’s lawyer getting stopped and searched at the border. The 70-year-old permanent resident detained after a trip to Zimbabwe. The New England couple held for hours and treated so inhumanely the husband’s blood pressure hit 153 over 112, requiring the attention of paramedics. That husband is a TRUMP VOTER, according to Newsweek, meaning the motivations are not always political.

Hasan Piker (hasanabi) isn’t the only notable person to be detained by ICE and CBP when headed to and from airports when returning or leaving the country.

This is the result of the 47 Regime’s obsession with being tougher on immigration than any other Presidency.

[half-of-a-gay]

Armor Between Us

(NSFW kinda... a little smutty, but not super explicit. I'm not great at writing smut, this is my first time. Just a heads up 😘)

Knight!Sevika x princess!reader

When political corruption, forbidden love, and an old enemy threaten the realm, Sevika must navigate her loyalties, her growing feelings for the princess, and the ghosts of her past to protect everything she holds dear.

Masterlist

Chaper 9

The Weight of Duty and Sin

While the kingdom rejoices while the future queen finds solace in the arms of her knight—not in duty, but in devotion.

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The great hall had been prepared for his arrival—golden banners draped from the towering pillars, the royal crest shining proudly in the candlelight, tables laden with the finest offerings of the kingdom. The court was alight with eager whispers, nobles craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the man who would soon stand as their king.

The princess stood at the head of it all, poised, unreadable, untouchable. The weight of the crown she did not yet wear pressed against her like iron shackles. She had not wanted this. But she had no choice. For a brief moment, she turned, just enough to meet those familiar grey eyes. Sevika, her anchor in a storm she could not escape. But there was nothing either of them could do now.

A hush fell over the hall as the great doors swung open. He stepped inside, and the world seemed to still.

Lord Edric Vale.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with golden hair that fell just past his collar in waves, his face sculpted into the very image of nobility. He carried himself with a confidence that was neither arrogant nor humble, but something precisely balanced between.

And his eyes—sharp, assessing, knowing—locked onto hers the moment he entered the room.

He smiled.

The court swooned immediately.

The princess held her ground as he approached, his stride even, unhurried, deliberate. He bowed low, one knee nearly touching the ground, and when he rose, he reached for her hand with the practiced grace of a man who had charmed a thousand women before her.

"My lady," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk, brushing his lips lightly over her knuckles. "It is an honor to stand before you again."

The princess did not tremble, did not pull away. She only watched him, unblinking, unreadable. "The honor is mine, my lord," she answered coolly.

The court watched them with rapture. The perfect match. A golden prince and a future queen, standing before them like figures in a fabled painting.

Sevika, standing just behind her, did not move. Did not blink. But her hands curled into fists behind her back.

Over the following days, Lord Edric played his part to perfection. He never pushed. Never overstepped.

Where other noblemen might have seized her waist or whispered sweet nothings with the assumption that they were owed something, Edric only watched her carefully, offering only as much as she would take.

He was polite, intelligent, and charming. He spoke of the kingdom, of its people, of his admiration for her mind, her strength, the stories he had heard of her. He let her speak first, let her dictate the pace of their conversations.

And yet—she hated every second of it.

She hated the way he looked at her like he was studying her, like she was something to be unraveled. She hated the way his voice was always smooth, his words always measured. There was no warmth there. No real care. Just patience. Calculating, endless patience.

And patience was what set him apart from the rest.

The princess, despite herself, felt a strange sense of relief. He was not repulsive, not a brute who would demand things of her. If she had to wed, if she had to submit to this future, at least it was to a man who appeared to be reasonable.

But Edric was not a fool.

He watched everything. Not just her—but the people around her.

He saw how she steeled herself before every meeting with him. He saw how her shoulders only ever relaxed in the presence of one person.

Sevika.

At first, he thought nothing of it. The princess’s knight was fiercely loyal—that much was obvious. She stood closer than she should, watched too carefully, tensed every time he moved near the princess. But he had seen this before. A well-trained hound, protective of its master.

It was nothing overt. Nothing he could name outright. But it was there—a familiarity, a quiet intensity that did not belong in courtly formality. At first, he dismissed it. Perhaps it was just loyalty. Perhaps the princess simply trusted her knight more than others.

But the longer he watched, the more it began to gnaw at him.

Too many glances. Too many silences charged with something unspoken. Too much… closeness. And while he couldn’t yet put his finger on it, Edric was beginning to suspect that Sir Sevika was not merely a guard. She was something else entirely.

Still, he said nothing. He kept playing his part and he kept watching.

And as the palace bustled with preparations for the wedding, and courtiers whispered of blooming affection between princess and suitor, Edric simply smiled—charming, polite, patient—while quietly, his eyes never left the knight and the princess.

And behind closed doors, far from prying eyes, Sevika and the princess were unraveling entirely, while silk was being measured, gold thread stitched into ceremonial gowns and nobles whispered behind fans about the most anticipated royal wedding in decades. But in the center of it all stood the princess—distant, and utterly disinterested. She had not spoken much of the wedding preparations. She let the seamstresses take her measurements and the court advisors drone on, but her eyes often drifted toward the door. Toward Sevika.

Sevika, who lingered just outside the threshold more often these days, half-shadow and half-ghost.

That evening, the princess retreated early to her chambers, exhausted by the weight of everyone else's expectations. The air in her room was still, quiet, and blessedly empty—until a quiet knock broke the silence.

She already knew who it would be.

“Come in,” she said softly.

The heavy door swung open. She had expected a servant there to discuss more plans for the wedding.

But it was the king. Clad in his deep crimson court robes, his golden signet rings catching the candlelight, he walked in with the slow, deliberate gait of someone who came not to speak, but to gloat. The princess didn’t bow. She stood tall, chin high, even as her stomach turned with unease.

“My dear,” he said, voice slick with mock affection, “I thought I’d find you here, brooding in the shadows while the servants string garlands and the kitchens roast for your celebration.”

She said nothing.

He took another step inside, surveying the room, the gown laid carefully across the dressing screen, the bouquet on the table—a quiet reminder of everything that was being taken from her.

“You should be smiling,” he continued smoothly. “After all, you’ve secured such a promising match. Edric is strong, well-bred, admired by the court… and patient, from what I hear.” He turned, eyes narrowing slightly. “A rare virtue, given how difficult you’ve made things.”

The king stepped closer, his gaze cold despite the polite curl of his lips. “You should be grateful, daughter. Some women would kill for such a match. And here you are, sulking like a child denied her favorite toy.”

“I didn’t ask for this match,” she said quietly.

“And yet you’ll have it.” His smile sharpened. “Your duty is not to ask—it is to serve the crown and your people.”

She turned her face away, afraid of what might escape her tongue if she kept looking at him. The king’s voice dropped, the steel beneath the velvet now unmistakable. “Play your part well, daughter. Smile. Obey. Breed heirs. Keep the people entertained with your kindness while Edric handles the rest. That is what queens are for.”

He looked around the room once more, then turned back to the door. “Your groom awaits.”

And then he was gone.

The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening. The princess didn’t move. Her throat burned, her fists trembling at her sides. She had held her composure, but now the anger clawed at her chest, raw and choking.

She didn’t hear the second set of footsteps until the door opened again—more urgent this time.

“Your Highness,” came the low, familiar voice. Sevika stepped in frantically. “I know I shouldn’t have—” she started, her voice tight with restraint, “Did he hurt you?”

The princess didn’t answer at first. She turned to Sevika slowly, her eyes distant, defeated.  “No. He just said what he always says. That I should smile, open my legs, breed an heir, and pretend it’s a privilege.” The words sat bitter on her tongue, and her voice cracked with the weight of them.

Sevika’s expression twisted—rage simmering beneath the surface. She stepped forward,  reaching up with her gloved hand, cupping the princess’s face. Her thumb brushed along her cheek, as if to smooth away the filth of those words.

“He’s vile,” Sevika muttered, almost growling. “He doesn’t deserve to speak your name, let alone decide your future.”

The princess leaned into her touch, her breathing shallow. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “You truly are the only thing keeping me sane,” she whispered. “I swear, Sevika… without you, I would have lost my mind.”

Sevika swallowed hard, her hand still cradling the side of her face, her fingers slipping slightly into her hair. She was so close now—so impossibly close. The princess tilted her head, eyes finding Sevika’s again. Their lips met without hesitation this time. The kiss was hot, hungry—fueled by the fresh sting of another man daring to claim what Sevika had never truly allowed herself to reach for. The princess melted into her, fingers curling around Sevika’s collar, dragging her closer, chasing more.

“You’re mine,” Sevika murmured before she could stop herself—more breath than words, but the truth was there, stripped bare in her voice. “You’re not his. You never will be.”

Sevika’s other hand found the princess’s waist, gripping hard—possessive, desperate. She kissed her like she was trying to erase Edric’s touch from her skin, to stake a claim she could never say aloud. She kissed her like it was the last time she’d ever get the chance.

The princess moaned softly into her mouth as Sevika pushed her back gently against the nearest wall, her hands wandering now—sliding down her waist, over her hips and lower still.. Her fingers pressed through layers of fabric, not delicate, but needing. The princess gasped, arching into her, fingers tugging at the leather straps of Sevika’s chest plate like she needed to feel more of her, to have something solid under her hands.

Sevika kissed along her jaw, her hand sliding up again to palm the curve of her breast through her gown—rough, reverent, hungry. “He looks at you like you already belong to him,” she muttered against her throat, lips brushing her pulse. “Like he’s already won.”

“He hasn’t,” the princess whispered. “Neither of them will.”

Sevika’s teeth scraped gently against her skin at that, and her grip tightened. She hated herself for how good it felt to hear that—how much she needed it. She kissed her again, like the taste of her was the only way to quiet the riot in her mind. And the princess gave back everything—matching her pace, chasing her breath. Her hands roamed with more confidence now, like she had decided if the world was going to end, she’d go out worshiping the woman she loved.

The princess’s hands tangled themself in Sevika’s hair as if afraid she’d vanish and this had all been a figment of her imagination.

But Sevika didn’t vanish. She sank to her knees instead.

The princess froze, her breath hitching as Sevika looked up at her from where she knelt, her hands reverent on the fabric of her skirts. There was something wild in her eyes—hungry, desperate, but above all, devoted. It wasn’t lust alone—it was worship, adoration and need. “Let me,” Sevika rasped, voice ragged, her hands gripping the fabric tighter. “Please. Let me have you, my darling.”

The princess’s heart stuttered at the name—so soft, on Sevika’s tongue—and she nodded without a word, her hand reaching for her, fingers brushing through her hair again.

Sevika wasted no time. Her hands were steady as they bunched the princess’s gown higher, inch by inch, revealing more of the soft skin she had only ever dared to touch in her dreams. She moved like someone handling something sacred, her breath catching each time another inch of skin was bared.

She didn’t rush.

She leaned in slowly, pressing a kiss just above the princess’s knee—a soft, reverent thing that made the princess’s breath stutter. Then another, higher this time. Sevika’s lips moved in a trail up her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, as though she were memorizing her with every brush of her mouth. Her calloused hands held her gently, thumbs stroking against delicate skin, grounding them both.

Each kiss was a vow—tender, possessive, worshipful.

She tasted her like she was something holy, her lips dragging slowly along every inch of newly exposed flesh, as if she were imprinting her devotion there. The princess’s hands twisted in the sheets, her body trembling beneath the weight of that worship.

When Sevika reached the soft curve where thigh met hip, she paused—looking up at the princess one last time, her breath warm against her skin.

And then she gave in completely.

The princess gasped, as Sevika lowered her mouth onto her—hot, unrelenting, reverent. Her head fell back against the stone wall as pleasure surged through her, unfamiliar and overwhelming. Her hands flew to Sevika’s shoulders, holding on like she might come apart. Sevika worked with relentless focus and worshipful hunger, like she was trying to carve her name into the princess’s body with her mouth alone.

It was all too much. And not nearly enough. She whispered Sevika’s name like a prayer, again and again, until the world blurred at the edges. Her breath came faster now—ragged and shallow, her fingers clenching in the fabric of her dress as Sevika continued her slow, worshipful work. Her thighs trembled, drawn taut around Sevika’s shoulders, the heat building so sharply it was nearly unbearable.

Sevika held her steady, strong hands gripping her hips with just enough pressure to anchor her. Her mouth moved with purpose now, each stroke of her tongue deliberate, coaxing rather than demanding, relentless in its reverence. She worked with aching precision—reading the tremors in the princess’s body, chasing every sigh, every gasp, every shift of her hips like she was following sacred instructions.

The princess’s head tipped back, lips parted, a soft moan escaping her—breathless and broken. Her pulse thundered in her ears, the world blurring at the edges, nothing real except the sensation of Sevika’s mouth between her legs, the cold press of metal from Sevika’s armor against her thighs heightening every brush of tongue and breath.

Her hands flew to Sevika’s hair, fingers tangling there, not to guide but to hold on—to ground herself in something solid as the wave built higher, sharper. She was unraveling beneath her knight’s touch, every nerve pulled taut with an aching need.

Sevika had found that perfect rhythm to make the princess shatter. Her breath caught, body arching, a cry escaping her lips—raw, helpless. Her thighs clenched, trembling around Sevika’s head, her hands tightening in her hair as pleasure surged through her, sharp and molten and all-consuming. She rode the wave with a desperate gasp, her body pulsing in Sevika’s hands, in her mouth, every thought drowned in the white-hot bloom of release.

She didn’t come down gently. She sank into it, trembling and breathless, every inch of her boneless with satisfaction. Sevika held her through the aftershocks—gentle now, kissing her through the slow ebb of sensation, the soft press of her lips a balm to the fire she had kindled.

When the princess’s body finally stilled, Sevika eased back, her breath unsteady, her lips still tinged with her devotion. Their eyes met—something silent passing between them in that moment.

Then Sevika leaned up, kissed the inside of her mound once more tenderly, before finally standing up. Carefully, she helped the princess out of the heavy layers of her gown, trailing kisses along her collarbone and shoulder. She gathered her into her arms and carried her to the bed like something fragile and precious. She laid her down gently, pressing one last kiss to her forehead.

“My little Swallow,” she murmured, her voice rough with emotion, “what have you done to me?”

The princess barely stirred—eyes half-lidded, a dazed, blissful smile on her lips.

Sevika stood, her movements reluctant. “Sleep,” Sevika said softly, voice low and thick. “I’ll be just outside.”

Before slipping out the door to take up her post, she paused at the threshold, stealing one last glance at the woman sleeping soundly in the golden spill of candlelight.

She would guard her always. Even if she could never truly have her.

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The next morning, as she slowly roused from sleep, she lay still for a moment—wrapped in warmth and in memory. The space beside her was empty, as she had known it would be. But her body still tingled with the ghost of Sevika’s hands, her lips, the feeling of her between her thighs, the heat of her mouth and the cool press of armor against her skin. She turned onto her side, burying her face into the pillow with a breathless sound—half sigh, half muffled laughter. A foolish little smile pulled at her lips. Her cheeks were warm with remembered pleasure, her body still humming with it. She pressed her legs together, savoring the slow ache that bloomed between them.

It had been real. Every kiss. Every moan. Every whispered word against her skin.

She curled a little tighter into herself, as if trying to keep the memory close, to press it deeper into her bones. Gods, she hadn’t known it could feel like that—with Sevika, everything had felt like worship, like surrender, like something just shy of holy.

Her hand slipped beneath her pillow, searching. Her fingers closed around smooth wood.

She pulled it out slowly, the carved swallow warm from where it had slept beside her. She rolled it in her palm, smiling as her thumb traced the shape of its wings, the delicate lines of its tiny body. Sevika’s handiwork—rough, imperfect, beloved. She clutched it to her chest, exhaling softly. For one beautiful moment, she let herself believe it was hers to keep. That Sevika was hers to keep.

But then her gaze shifted—to the far side of the room, where her wedding gown had been laid out across the chaise. Ivory silk and heavy brocade, laced with gold thread and pearl beading. The weight of a kingdom stitched into its seams. The dress looked more like a shroud than anything else.

The warmth in her chest curdled.

She looked down at the swallow in her hand, suddenly trembling. It felt fragile now—too fragile to protect her from what waited just beyond these doors.

Her fingers curled tighter around it. She would carry it with her. Hidden in the folds of her dress or clutched tightly in her hand, somewhere no one could take it from her.

A reminder.

Of who she was before this day. Of who she still was beneath the crown they would force onto her head.

There was a knock at the chamber doors.

“Your Highness,” came a muffled voice, one of her ladies-in-waiting. “Preparations have begun. The dressers are waiting.”

She stared at the door for a long, heavy moment. Then she stood. It was time.

—

It was the wedding day and the palace buzzed like a hive. A celebration and Sevika could feel the weight of it crushing her from the inside out. She had stood guard in silence for years—unseen, unnoticed. But never had it felt so suffocating. She stood near the great stairwell, just close enough to hear the tolling of preparations from the ballroom, far enough to be forgotten. Her armor was polished to a shine, her sword belted at her hip, her posture perfect. Just another guard on duty.

But inside, she was unraveling.

Her throat ached with words she could not speak. Every step someone took toward the chapel was a drumbeat counting down the final moments before Sevika lost her for good.

She thought of last night—the way the princess had tasted, the way she’d gasped against her mouth, how she'd clung to her like she was the only thing in the world anchoring her to it. And now, she would be married to someone else before the day’s light faded.

She didn’t regret what they had done—gods, she couldn’t. But it made everything worse. It made the ache sharper, the jealousy colder, the guilt heavier. She had touched something she could never truly keep, and now it was being handed to someone else.

Lord Edric.

Sevika’s stomach turned at the name.

Polished, charming, clever. The perfect suitor. The perfect husband.

He had played his part well—Sevika would give him that. He had gained the court’s favor, spoken of duty and legacy as though he gave a damn about either. But Sevika had seen the gleam in his eyes when he looked at the princess. Not reverence, not love. It was possession.

And still—still—he would win. Because Sevika had nothing to offer her but devotion whispered in the dark and the calluses of war-worn hands.

She shifted her weight, rolling her shoulders under the tension locked there. Her gaze turned toward the far corridor—the one that led to the princess’s chambers.

Was she dressed by now? Was she looking in the mirror, forced into silk and pearls, thinking of Sevika’s mouth on her skin the night before?

Or was the world already pulling her away?

Sevika couldn’t breathe. She wanted to run to her. To fall at her feet and tell her to stop this, to run away, to damn the throne and every cursed tradition that came with it.

But she didn’t. She stayed where she was.

Because this wasn’t a story where the knight got the princess. It never was. Not for someone like her. Not when the entire kingdom stood watching.

And still—

Her heart beat only for her. Even now as the bells began to ring.

The deep, echoing toll vibrated through the stone walls of the palace, a call that summoned every noble tongue and titled head to the grand chapel. The doors were thrown open, and the scent of lilies and incense wafted through the air like smoke from a pyre.

The princess stood in the antechamber, just behind the heavy chapel doors, flanked by handmaidens in pale satin and attendants adjusting the long, ornate train of her gown. The silk shimmered with every breath she took. Gold embroidery curled like ivy along the hem and bodice, stitched in the likeness of the royal crest. Her hair was woven with delicate pearls, twisted into a crown of delicate white flowers. But she barely felt any of it. Her hands, hidden beneath the folds of the gown’s wide sleeves, were clenched around the small wooden swallow. Rough wood, worn smooth at the wings from how often she had held it. Sevika’s carving—her gift. Her promise.

Now, as the music began, as the doors opened and a thousand eyes turned toward her—she held onto it like a lifeline. She didn’t look at the guests. She looked only ahead, past the gilded archway at the end of the aisle, past the towering altar draped in banners.

She looked for her.

Sevika stood at the side of the chapel, clad in her polished armor, stationed precisely where the king had placed her—close enough to be seen, far enough to keep her in her place. She stood rigid, but her eyes found the princess the moment the doors opened.

And the princess saw it—that flicker of something, just beneath the surface. Pain. Admiration. Longing.

The princess took her first step forward. Every movement of her feet down the aisle felt heavier than the last. Like her body knew it was walking toward something final. Something that would take everything from her and call it duty.

She gripped the wooden swallow tighter. Its edges bit into her palm, grounding her.

She didn’t look at Edric. She didn’t want to see the satisfaction on his face, the polished smile he wore so easily now that the crown was nearly in reach. She didn’t want to see the man who would soon have the right to touch her, to claim her, to stand beside her in public while Sevika was forced to stand in the shadows.

No.

Her eyes stayed on Sevika.

And Sevika’s stayed on her.

The moment stretched unbearably as she approached the altar, her hand trembling slightly beneath the weight of her gown and the hidden token she refused to part with. She held the carved swallow even as she took her place beside Edric. She kept it in her fingers even as the priest began to speak.

Even as vows were exchanged, and golden rings brought forward on velvet cushions.

She didn’t let go.

And when she said “I do,” her voice rang clear not for Edric, not for the crown—but for the woman watching her from the shadows.

The woman she loved. The woman who carved her birds from wood and kissed her like she was something holy.

The ceremony ended in cheers and applause, petals thrown like blessings, the throne’s future secured. The kingdom rejoiced.

And the princess smiled through her tears, as she was expected to. But beneath her silk sleeves, her fingers still curled around the wooden bird. She held it like a promise she refused to let the world take from her.

—

After the wedding, the feast had stretched late into the night. The laughter still echoed in the grand halls. 

But the princess could barely breathe.

She sat alone in her chambers now, the last of her attendants dismissed, her wedding gown exchanged for a lighter nightdress, her hair loosed and falling in gentle waves. And still, she felt trapped. 

Her heart thundered in her chest.

Any moment now, she expected the door to open. For Edric to arrive or to summon her to him. To claim what was now “his,” as if her body had become part of his dowry. 

Her palms were sweating. Her throat tight.

She couldn't do it. She didn’t want his hands on her. She didn’t want his lips. She didn’t want to pretend. Her body didn’t belong to him—it never had.

Without thinking, she rose, slipping her feet into soft shoes and wrapping herself in a cloak. Every movement was quick, quiet, instinctual.

She had no destination in mind at first. Only the unbearable urge to escape. But her feet knew where to take her. Down the servants’ stairwell, through the quiet stone corridors of the east wing, past the flickering torches. Until she reached the place she had no right to be—the wing where the guards and knights resided.

It was a miracle she remained unseen. It had seemed Sevika was the only other person in the castle not occupied by the wedding feast.

Her heart was pounding by the time she reached Sevika’s door. Her hand trembled as she raised it. She knocked.

Then, the door opened.

Sevika stood there, eyes shadowed with surprise and concern. She was in a linen shirt and loose trousers, half-dressed for rest, her armor nowhere in sight. Her hair was down for once, slightly tousled from the day’s duties.

The princess’s voice cracked. “I couldn’t stay there.”

Sevika’s brows drew together. “Did he—?”

“No,” she interrupted softly. “Not yet. But he will. I just… I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to touch me.”

Sevika’s shoulders dropped slightly, her jaw tense, her body already moving aside to let her in. The door clicked shut behind her. Sevika pulled her into her embrace instantly, holding her close, steadying her trembling form. Her hands curled around the princess’s waist, one rising instinctively to cradle the back of her head. She said nothing, just anchored her there, letting the princess press her face into her chest.

“I couldn’t stay,” the princess whispered after a long moment. “I couldn’t bear it.”

“I know,” Sevika murmured, her voice low, rough with tenderness. “I know.”

The princess didn’t need to say anything about the marriage, or of what the court would expect of her tonight.

What mattered had already passed between them the night before—quiet and sacred.Not just the claiming of a body, but something far deeper. Her choice. Her trust. Her heart. That truth lingered between them like a secret vow.

“I just needed you,” she said quietly, lifting her face to meet Sevika’s gaze. “Only you.”

Sevika exhaled shakily, her forehead resting briefly against hers. “You have me.”

Sevika cupped her face in her hands, their lips meeting softly at first—a slow, searching kiss that carried none of the heat from the night before, but something deeper. Something sweeter. Something sure. Sevika’s thumbs brushed just beneath her eyes, grounding them both. And the princess melted into her. 

Her hands moved instinctively, gliding over Sevika’s broad shoulders. She'd touched her before but not like this. Never with Sevika so bare to her, without layers of steel and duty between them.

The fabric beneath her palms was soft, worn thin in places, and it clung to the muscle beneath it. Her fingers traced the curve of her shoulders, the heat of her skin seeping through the shirt. She wanted more.

Her hands slipped lower, tentative at first, memorizing the shape of her, the way her chest rose and fell beneath her fingers. The kiss deepened, slow and molten, and the princess felt Sevika’s breath catch when her fingertips brushed over her sensitive brests.

She moved without thinking, hands dipping beneath the hem of the shirt, seeking more. But the fabric was in the way, keeping her from her goal. Frustrated by the barrier, her hands fumbled at the laces blindly between kisses, tugging them loose with a quiet urgency.

Sevika broke the kiss to help her, chuckling low in her throat as the princess grew impatient. “Easy, little bird,” she murmured, her voice warm and hoarse.

“I want you,” the princess breathed, her fingers still working. “Now.”

Sevika let her take the shirt, lifting her arms slightly so the fabric could be pulled over her head and tossed aside. And then she stood before her—bare from the waist up, the firelight painting golden shadows across skin and scars.

The princess stared, breath caught in her throat.

This was the first time she had truly seen Sevika. Her gaze swept across her full chest, her shoulders, the scattered marks and faded wounds carved by years of battle. She noticed the way one arm held far more muscle than the other, how the injured side was leaner, the muscle faded from disuse and pain. But she didn’t see weakness. She saw survival. She saw the story etched into her skin—the price of devotion, the burden of loyalty, the life Sevika had lived in service to everyone but herself.

Her fingers reached forward, slow and reverent, brushing over a long scar across Sevika’s ribs. Then another, near her collarbone. She traced the difference between both arms with gentle care, her lips parting like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re beautiful,” she said softly instead.

Sevika flinched, almost imperceptibly. Her eyes dropped, jaw tight. “Don’t say that,” she murmured. “Not when you’re looking at this.”

The princess leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the center of Sevika’s chest—just over her heart. She tilted her head back up, looking into her gray eyes “Especially when I’m looking at this.”

Sevika swallowed hard.

“You carry every mark with dignity,” the princess said. “You’ve never hidden them from me. Don’t start now. Let me see all of you, Sevika.”

And then she leaned in again, lips brushing over the curve of her shoulder, then lower, kissing a faded scar with reverence. A trail of affection and acceptance. She didn’t shy away from the asymmetry, didn’t flinch at the worn muscle or the jagged lines. If anything, she loved her more for it.

Sevika closed her eyes, breath trembling. She let out a slow breath, as if trying to steady herself, but each time the princess kissed her—slow and sure, lips brushing softly against her jaw, her neck—she crumbled just a little more.

The princess pressed close, her hands still resting on Sevika’s bare waist, her thumbs brushing slow, lazy circles into her skin. She kissed her way down the column of Sevika’s throat, pausing to feel the way her pulse quickened beneath her lips. Sevika’s hands flexed at her sides, uncertain, overwhelmed. But she didn’t pull away.

When the princess reached her chest, she paused, looking up. Her eyes met Sevika’s—dark and stormy, vulnerable in a way they rarely were.

Sevika nodded, as if reading the princess's question from her mind.

The princess dipped her head again, kissing slowly across the curve of her breast, her mouth gentle, reverent. Her hands followed, gliding along the taut lines of Sevika’s torso, her ribs, the subtle curve of her waist. She took her time—worshiping with lips and touch, savoring every reaction Sevika gave her. Every hitch of breath. Every tremble of muscle. 

Her lips trailed lower, her hands sliding to cup the back of Sevika’s thighs and pull her trousers down to let her step out of them. She pressed a kiss just below her navel, and Sevika let out a quiet, shaky sound—a sound that made the princess's heart tighten with want. The princess wanted Sevika to feel how deeply she was wanted. Not in spite of her scars. Because of them. Because every mark told the story of how fiercely she had lived, how fiercely she had protected—and now, how fiercely she was loved.

The princess kissed her way back up slowly, trailing her mouth along the knight’s side, her ribs, her collarbone, before reaching her mouth again. When she finally pushed Sevika back into the bed, easing her down with a tenderness that made her heart ache, she climbed over her, straddling her hips and taking in the sight of her—flushed, breathless, bare.

It was the first time Sevika had ever looked so undone beneath her.

Sevika’s breath was trembling now, her head tipped back, fingers buried in the sheets behind her for something to hold onto. 

Their lips met once more, deeper now. The princess’s hands roam freely over Sevika’s body, exploring every inch with reverence and growing hunger. She shifted, letting her thigh press between Sevika’s legs, drawing a sharp gasp from the older woman. Sevika clutched at her waist, trembling.

“You’re shaking,” the princess whispered between kisses.

“You’re cruel,” Sevika rasped back, her voice low, thick with emotion and arousal.

The princess only smiled—bold and wicked and adoring all at once. And she kissed her—again and again, until Sevika was gasping her name against her lips, until every inch of her skin felt claimed and cherished.

Sevika had never felt so bare. Never felt so wanted. Not like this. 

They moved together slowly at first, a rhythm of reverence and aching tenderness.. The princess guided Sevika down with her, their bodies pressed close beneath the dim light, warm skin against skin.

The princess shifted, rising slightly to tug the nightgown over her head. She bared herself without hesitation, like offering a gift meant only for Sevika to see.

Sevika stared for a heartbeat, breath caught in her throat, as if the sight had undone something deep inside her. Her hands trembled slightly as they reached for the princess, tracing the slope of her collarbone, the softness of her curves, the steady rise and fall of her breath.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured hoarsely, almost reverent.

Their mouths met again, hungrier this time, lips parting with gasps and sighs. The princess moved against her, slow at first, letting her body find Sevika’s. The warmth of her pressed down, and Sevika’s hands found her hips instinctively, gripping her tight as she guided their rhythm—rocking, grinding, rolling together in a breathless wave of tension and want.

Their bodies found a rhythm, hips moving in tandem, breath tangling in the small space between their mouths. The princess whimpered softly, her forehead pressed to Sevika’s, her nails dragging down her back, needing more, needing all of her. Sevika groaned low and deep, hands trailing the princess’s waist, fingers splayed wide against her skin.

The friction built with each movement—slow, steady, devastating. Sevika’s composure unraveled thread by thread, until there was nothing left but the feel of the princess’s body rocking against hers, the wet heat of her pressed close, the overwhelming pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her core.

Their bodies slid and tangled, slick with sweat and need, the princess riding the edge of her own pleasure. Their moans grew softer, breathier—Sevika’s hands splayed at her hips, guiding her as she moved, as their mouths met in frantic kisses and the world narrowed to the ache between them.

And when it finally crashed through her like a storm Sevika’s back arched, her breath caught in her throat, her fingers digging into the princess’s skin as her release hit. The princess followed her over the edge, trembling and gasping in Sevika’s arms, her lips parted in a quiet cry, her whole body clinging to her like she was the only solid thing in the world.

They stayed like that, chests rising and falling in ragged unison, foreheads pressed together, lips brushing gently in the afterglow.

Sevika reached up, brushing damp hair from the princess’s cheek, her voice barely audible. “You ruin me,” she whispered.

The princess only smiled, eyes soft and heavy-lidded with affection. “Good,” she breathed, kissing her again—slow and lingering.

For a long time, they simply lay like that—quiet, hearts still racing, libs tangled together beneath the soft flicker of candlelight.

The princess reached toward the nightstand absentmindedly, intending to grab the water pitcher—and paused.

Her hand froze mid-reach.

Because there, neatly folded and placed within reach, was the handkerchief. The one she’d given Sevika all those months ago.

Her heart clenched. “You still have this?”

Sevika turned her head, the tips of her ears flushed. “Of course I do.”

The princess lifted it gently, running her fingers across the stitching. “You left it out.”

Sevika hesitated. “I… was thinking of you. Of you and him. I couldn’t stand it.”

The princess looked down at her, a soft smile curving her lips. “Do you… hold it? When you think of me?”

Sevika looked away, flustered. “Sometimes.”

The princess's heart melted. She leaned down, kissed her shoulder, and whispered, “I do the same with the swallow.”

Sevika looked back at her, startled.

“I kept it with me,” the princess murmured. “I held it when I walked down the aisle. … Because it was you I wanted,” the princess said softly, cupping her face again. “It’s always been you.”

Sevika closed her eyes, holding her tighter. The candlelight flickered gently in the silence between them.

And for a moment, despite the crown she wore and the vows she’d been forced to make—she was free.

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[drakaripykiros130ac]

My predictions for how they will adapt Aegon’s Conquest:

1. Visenya, being the more warrior-type, is 100% going to be into women. She will hate being forced to marry Aegon, and pines for her sister, Rhaenys (Visenya and Rhaenys are secretly getting it on behind Aegon’s back).

2. Rhaenys’ femininity is going to be downplayed (like they did to Rhaenyra), and they are going to make her wish that she was a warrior like her brother and sister.

3. Meria Martell will have a hot body, and some cringy lines.

4. Despite Aegon’s Dream being confirmed by GRRM as a reason for him to invade Westeros, they will still induce a lot of anti-Targaryen propaganda.

5. Rhaenys is 100% going to cheat on Aegon, and they might go so far as to make Aenys a bastard, and not the Conqueror’s son.

6. Aegon will appear completely incompetent, compared to Visenya (because you know…girl-power makes good TV :D).

7. They will show a threesome between Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys after they conquer Westeros.

8. Visenya knows that Aenys is a bastard, and so, she tries to do what is right for the Realm (a real do-gooder), first by trying to marry Maegor to Rhaena, and afterwards, she is justified in usurping the throne for her own son.

9. Maegor is going to be a victim of bullying, and so everything he ends up doing in his adult life is justified (like they did with Aemond).

10. Visenya and Maegor are going to have a “weird” mother-son relationship, if you know what I mean (after what they did on HotD, they proved they can go there).

Did I miss anything?

[ducklingpia]

⋆˙⟡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 & 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛’𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 🍎⋆˙⟡

ℋℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔⟡ ݁₊ . (Charlotte Tilbury's voice) After I read all of his content, I have been thinking about this man the concerning amount at this rate. So instead of letting them float around and occupy my rotting brain to the point of insanity,I decided to write this full summary of Caleb’s story in chronological order. Main reason is to put all my thoughts out of my brain and let them rest. But also- for the people who don’t have all of his cards I hope this can help you understand him a little bit better.

Words count: 16k (This is like a whole damn fic I’M SO SORRY)

Notes: I’m giving credit to @slimepuparibaba because I’ll be following their present & alternate timeline based on this post. Thank you so much for the guideline.

Warning: spoilers of all caleb’s content in game so far (Main story,anecdote, tender moments, secret times, Standard myth memory, Standard 5 stars card memories,Limited 5 stars memory, Affinity phone calls and messages ) although I’ll try to be as vague as possible and focus on my interpretations more than the details in each content.

I will separate his storyline into 3 sections : Past timeline, Current Timeline, Alternate/future Timeline 

Let's go ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

── .✦ 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Content featured: Some flashbacks in main story, Standard Myth, 4 star cards Tender moments (Borrowed Promise,Summer’s Echo, Longtime Yesterday, Stage Observer, Skyline, Verified Rumors), Anecdote (Pathless realm),Bond memory (Rain’s Embrace), Secret Times(Solace)

─ .✦ So here’s the thing, please correct me if i’m wrong but from my understanding - Only the events that happen in Main-story, World underneath, Anecdotes, and maybe bond memories are considered ‘main timeline’ meaning whoever you chose to romance, these events are still happening in your universe. Usually we consider the 4 star/ 5 star memories to be an alternate timeline for each guy, right?

but for Caleb it’s a different story. all of his 4 star cards that will be mentioned in this section were happening in the past. all of them have “old days:_____” written on them.

What does it mean is that - these events are not an alternate timeline. All these memories will still be happening no matter whether you choose to romance Caleb or not.

whoever your Li is, you still grow up with Caleb and experience these memories the same way. These memories had shaped MC to be the woman she grew up to be at the current timeline. If we keep this in mind then we will see their dynamic in a deeper perspective.

Flashbacks from childhood

─ .✦ Let's start with his villain's origin story. There are several flashbacks about mc’s relationship with Caleb throughout a lot of the content. I can’t remember in specific details which information came from which content. but here are what I can randomly gathered so far

Caleb also was an experiment test subject from the same lab as MC. We don't know since when but from his anecdote we know that he has been experimenting on up until 9- 10 years old

He possessed an ability to use his Evol from a young age. It has been hinted that he’ll become a force comparable to a black hole given time. Not even light could escape it.

I’m not sure when the first time the 2 of them met. Could it be in the lap? could it be after the First Wanderer attack? could they meet after grandma adopted them? . One thing for sure is that Caleb fell in love with MC the moment she held his hand for the first time. He immediately positioned himself in a role of “older brother” (Gege,Nii-chan, Oppa) in order to protect & take care of his new found-Family. They grow up together under the same roof.

It has been said that MC lost a lot of her memories during childhood. she went into a deep ‘fever’ and kinda reset herself every time she came back to normal. She forgot the time she met Rafayel at the beach, she forgot Caleb as well.

This probably happened several times - and every time she forgot about him, Caleb will introduces himself the same way “I’m your (gege,Nii-chan,Oppa) I’ll always be by your side”

Both went through the same traumatic event. What makes Caleb different from MC is - He does not forget. He remembers the time he has been in the lab. I strongly believe this has an effect on him psychologically when he grows up.

there’re also multiple call-back in small details that Caleb has been taking care of her all the time growing up. He himself probably formed his own identity as somebody who always be MC’s protector.

4 star card Tender moments: Borrowed Promise

─ .✦ This is the first time- skip we see MC and Caleb. The memory happened in her high school days. It’s a random summer day where Caleb dragged MC out to the park. The very first thing that I can see so clearly in this card is - He spoiled her ROTTEN. And he does it so naturally, like breathing. The amount of care & attentiveness that he has for her lowkey gives me whiplash since I just finished the main story the day before. This is the old version Caleb that grew up with MC- the one she always relied on. in here it already shows a hint of romantic feeling Caleb has for her when she talks about her “friend”

Another thing is, if we take a second to think about it. Caleb in this card was probably in high school as well. and to think a boy at  this age acting like him is something so unusual. Made me kinda wonder how much he has to grow up so fast and be such a responsible ‘brother’ figure for her without having his own childhood.

4 star card Tender moments: Summer’s Echo

─.✦ Another fluffy card that shows more of Caleb’s softer side. He’s already in college here. Again, we can see HOW MUCH he spoiled her. every little thing that he does for her so naturally.He’s dotting on her to the max, MC seems to be used to it tho. It also mentions how Caleb fulfilled MC’s every wish and desire growing up. whatever she wants he will get it for her

Anecdote (Pathless Realm)

─.✦ The Anecdote shows his time when he was a pilot student in college at Skyheaven. We have a glimpse of Caleb’s other side. We also get to know more about the reason why he became a pilot (spoiler alert: MC) .

There are few important points that I wanna yap about in this one

1. his low-scored psychological test, one of his answers in the test

2. when he went to that test where he flew into the deep space tunnel and flew out of the designated path. Not sure if he did that on purpose? Maybe it was an accident

There's an underlying issue here, Caleb seems to have lost the fear of death. It’s like he’s numb to it. For a human to lack this instinct which is the most important fear we should have for survival. He lost it a long time ago. Do you realize how much he had to go through in his childhood to no longer feel afraid of death? 

At his very last moment before he lost consciousness in the deepspace tunnel - going back to MC is the only reason for him to stay alive and survive that incident.

Bond memory (Rain’s Embrace)

─.✦ On this one we see more of his ✨Yandere ✨ side peeking through a bit. MC was already in college. I think from this moment MC starts to grow more onto her own self and starts to seek her own independence

There’s a guilt in him where he accidentally locked MC up in the attic all night when they were kids. He probably thought that MC forgot about it but she doesn’t. He probably felt so bad about it that he was the reason that made MC cry. He also swore to never lock her up again (well….)

Caleb also accepts in here that it’s not MC who’s not capable enough to protect herself, it’s him who’s not ready to accept that he’s not needed anymore + seeing that MC is still scared of loud thunder and covered in fear in his arms. Caleb asks to be the one to ‘protect’ her one last time from the storms.

4 star card Tender moments: Longtime yesterday

─.✦ This memory happened at MC last summer break before her graduation. Caleb took her to visit his former teacher from the Aerospace Academy. More moments of Caleb taking care of MC like a princess here (why can’t this be meee 😩). And more obvious hints of his feelings for MC. The way he uses her belonging as an excuse to keep other girls away from him is so 🤌🏻

4 star card Tender moments: Stage Observer

─.✦ Ok so this memory finally affirms my sus. Both of them obviously have an underlying romantic feeling for each other at this point dude. Can’t deny it. MC found a cute ass letter in Caleb’s dorm and went 58 steps to make him tell her who the girl is. The way MC reacts to Caleb potentially having a girlfriend is nowhere near platonic. She also kisses his cheek in front of the whole ceremony (poor dude was short-circuiting for a whole minute).

His graduation speech was basically a proposal to MC. Caleb is giving MC a little more hint with what he feels about her. But at this point both of them are still scared to cross the line.

4 star card Tender moments: Skyline

─.✦ MC went to Caleb’s workplace in Skyhaven before her hunter qualification exam. He shows her around, taking her to see different airplanes. They reminisce about when they were kids, when Caleb took her to watch the Airplane for the first time. The fact that he remembers every detail about that day made me wanna cry bro.

Another card where Caleb lowkey confesses to MC.When MC told him that she wanna be his ‘childhood friend’ in the next life He legit told her  ‘What if I don’t wanna be your childhood friend anymore?’

With the EN localization I’m pretty sure we can just replace ‘the childhood friend’ to ‘gege/nii-chan/oppa’. so basically he asked her ‘What if I don’t wanna be just your gege anymore?’ what if I wanna be more than that?.

Although he tryna make it more lighthearted by saying he wanna be a seagull instead. MC’s response after this is really obvious that she knows.

Secret times (Solace)

─.✦ In my opinion this Secret time is happening in the past. there’re a lot of contexts in the dialect hinting that they were still living together. It’s basically a period ASMR that every Li has. Again, The way he took care of her & coddled her is making me so freaking emotional. 

4 star card Dynamic Date: Verified Rumors

─.✦ This card is not available yet since it’s the reward from 10 days with you log-in event. But judging from the artwork I assumed that this memory is from the past timeline.

── .✦ 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Content featured: Main story (Under Deepspace Chapter 4, Homecoming Wings), 5 star standard memories (Endless Summer, Exclusive Aftertaste), Standard Myth (Lucid Dream)

Main Story (Under Deepspace Chp.4)

─.✦ well, the kaboom chapter. many ppls speculated that Caleb knew about the explosion all along. I personally disagree. I think he’s just the victim like grandma & MC

Most of us players met Caleb the first time in this chapter so we might not feel the effect it has on MC much. But if you go back and experience all the content I listed above then come back to this chapter again, it really hits different….

Main Story (Homecoming Wings)

─.✦ Well, so many things happen and hit all of us like a truck in these 2 chapters. Let's hold each-others hands and recap some important information for a bit shall we?

Caleb got saved from the explosion, I assumed it was by that same professor that adopted Kevi.

It implied that he lost his arm from the explosion. They replaced his arm with a mechanical arm and put that zombie chip into his body as ‘the price’ for him being brought back to life

He created a new identity by being a colonel from the farspace fleet. Doing some kind of secret mission that involved putting a zombie chip onto everybody in the fleet.

The whole purpose of that Processor however, is still unclear. whether he wants to create a ‘perfect’ weapon or wants to help EVER do something. all of them seem to involve using MC’s Aether core power

I guess that somewhere along the way, Caleb found out about this. So he has no choice but to play both sides. There’s no way he’ll let these people touch the love of his life. But he also has to do what these people told him to, otherwise they will throw him away and ‘abandon’ him like what he said to us. in order to protect her he needs this power.

The problem is that- MC suddenly comes back to his life. now at the worst time possible. I think with all the traumas he had gone through so far+ the effect of the zombie chip, his behavior starts to change.

All crazy stuff happened and then MC found out all the things that he’s done behind her back. MC kinda realizes that this is not Caleb she used to know anymore.

They part ways not on a good term. There is some bitterness lingering between them. At this point, MC (player) has to decide whether she will continue to rebuild the relationship with the most important person in her life or move on from him.

5 Star card: Endless Summer

─.✦ From now on, starting with this memory, some people might consider this card to be an alternate reality if you chose to romance Caleb. But since the story is still pretty much about their reunion and they’re really awkward (although it’s so obvious what Caleb feels about MC) with each other. I will still count this as a main timeline event. In this card you can see Caleb being unsure if he should come back into her life. MC also feels some resentment for him after 2 weeks have passed in the main story. His Yearning for her is so strong in the kindle scene tho. the sadness, the hurt, the longing. Sooo yummy 🤤

5 Star card: Exclusive Aftertaste

─.✦ Another episode of their reunion arc. Caleb takes a visit to Linkon and MC sees him. Again in this one you can consider it as an alternate timeline already since some of their interaction starts to become a little bit romance-forward.

Caleb is still unsure about his place in MC’s life. MC is also unsure whether to let him back in fully.

At the end she gave him her apartment’s key and told him to visit her anytime he wanted to.

5 Star pair cards: Standard Myth (Lucid dream)

─.✦ This is so important. The myth story explains further about Caleb’s motive at his current position in the main timeline. It explores deeper into his lore and his back story with MC back when they were kids. MC received a special mission with the farspace fleet and went back to Skyheaven. Their relationship is a lot better here. But when we remember that this is still Love and depression myth. it gets dark and freaking sad real quick. I cried when I finish this Myth ngl

one thing I realize after reading this myth tho. MC. IS. CRAZY. ok? Sometimes we players kinda forgot that this girlie pop is lowkey sick in the head. what she did to herself in this myth is beyond me. Anyway we got more information about that damn zombie chip and reasons why Caleb didn’t really get affected by it like other dudes in the fleet (it’s the power of love everyone….I’m kidding)

We also got the first kiss mentioned in the story… yeah, they kissed already.Not directly on the lips but still…  but the situation and the whole context of it were so damn depressing. At the end both of them silently agreed to forget about it.

── .✦ 𝑭𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆/𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

Content featured: 5 star standard memories (Hidden Waves), 5 star limited memory (Painful Signal),4 star card Tender moments (Longtime Moments), Linkon New Year event Chapters, 4 star card dynamic date (Intertwined gold)

─.✦ From this part forward we are in the alternate / future timeline with Caleb - all of these will happen if you choose to romance him.

5 star card: Hidden Waves

─.✦ hands down my favorite 5 star card of Caleb. This happens after the event in his Myth story. MC visited skyhaven to see him and they had an argument. Caleb got sick & MC butting heads with him to let her take care of him. Caleb is being overprotective as usual & MC being stubborn as usual. they match each other’s freak tbh. after reading what they’ve done in the myth story I’m kinda done with these 2 lol.

In this card it really shows how much Caleb had been holding on to this ‘reliable presence’ to MC. All his life he has always been the one MC can relied on to the point that he refuses to let her see his weaker side. It's kinda sad.

Mc starts to take more initiative towards him in this. I really love the animation in the kindle scene. His facial expressions are so full of emotions. The whole story feels really intimate & domestic.

5 Star limited card: Painful Signal

─.✦ The debut of his mechanical arm. Their dynamic in this card is way more playful & intimate. the ways they act around each other are more like when they were in the past timeline now.

That graveyard scene where he took a selfie with his own grave? Iconic. peak Gemini energy. We also met his REAL sidekick (not that snake man thank god) , his old colleague from the Aerospace Academy. But remember this is love and deepspace. It took a different turn real quick.

Basically MC found out about his robot arm. It kinda hinted again how much this man has to endure all this time.

4 star card Tender moments: Longtime Moments

─.✦ In this memory I can see the shifts in their dynamic more. they’re a bit more flirty. The elevator scene had me curling my toes and giggling like a teenager. With MC coming to terms that her old version of Caleb is transforming into a different man in her eyes now. Caleb also starts to accept MC’s ability to fight alongside him also. They fought alongside and made a really good team together.

Linkon New Year Event Chapters + Intertwined goal 4 star card Dynamic date

─.✦ Since all the Event chapters haven't been unlocked yet. We don’t know the full story but from what I’ve read so far, they went on the fighting shenanigans together. Their relationship is more smooth. In the dynamic date it took a full on romance route now. with how close they already were compared to other Lis from the beginning. Their interaction feels really cozy and domestic here.This is where the relationship really shifted for real I feel. Caleb finally confesses, MC also confesses, they almost kiss. Life is good again ☁️🕊️👼🪽

✧₊⁺ In conclusion:

─.✦ I had a big ass crush the moment I met Caleb in chapter 4 before he got kaboom and gone. then got completely swept off my feets by Rafayel. The moment I found that he will be back as a new li again,I opened a new account preparing for him immediately (back in late November). So when he’s out I was able to get all of his content the very first day. but I made a mistake (like 99% of us) by going straight to the main story without checking out his 4 star memories first. safe to say that I finished the chapters with such a bitter taste in my mouth. I had to take a break from him the next day. At some point I even regretted making an account for him. But I decided to give him a chance and read all of his content bit by bit. I re-read his main story chapter again as well.

Now that I complete all of his contents, my feelings toward him have completely changed. He went from being at the bottom of my tier list when I finished the main story to now breathing at Rafayel’s neck and ready to snatch me away.

I just hope this post can persuade those of you who are still unsure about this man. If you feel put off by him after reading the main story but still wanna give him a chance, I highly recommend starting from 

his 4 star cards in the past timeline. you can get them in the wishing well shop. they’re relatively cheap. or you can watch them on youtube.

Read his anecdote

If you can, I recommend pulling at least one of his myth pairs. You can unlock the full story in the special event for a limited time even if you have only 1 of them. or again, you can watch them on youtube.

I also wrote another post about the controversial topics regarding his character in this post. You can go take a look if you wanna read my take on it.

That’s all, please feel free to add your own thoughts in the reply if you wanna talk about him. I’d love to read them. 

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance If I make any mistakes.

Time to go back to my main man 🚶🏻‍♀️ gosh I miss my stinky fishie so bad I’m gonna go annoy him in the cafe for the next 5 days now. Bye bye 👋

[blambotheclowngirl]

In Defense of Korisu Morino: A Character Analysis

So I read and watched Makoako and for the most part a really enjoyed it. I see a handful of people sharing the sentiment of "mahoako would be good if they aged everyone up and got rid if korisu" or something along those lines. And I have to say I disagree, and no it's not because "yippe a loli" because I don't actually like lolicon :/ I may not care about it but that doesn't mean it's my cup of tea. No, I have my gripes with mahoako, but Korisu isn't one of them.

See I don't really mind that the cast is, for the most part, 8th graders. I like the idea of this story being about queer teenagers figuring out their sexuality as I feel like kink is a pretty big part of queer spaces and queer people owe a lot to kink. I understand that may not be the actual intention of mahoako, it's an eechi series where 14 year old girls do kinky shit to eachother, clearly a lot of the audience is going to be there for the horny nature of it. But I'm coming at this series from a sapphic asexual perspective, sex is always in the same realm as fantasy to me and it's not something I super care about.

All that said, coming at the series from the angle of "queer sexual awakenings and explorations" I think that korisu works very well and is really well written.

Korisu is unique from the other main characters because she represents the prepubesent sexual curiosity that a lot of children end up experiencing. In that way, Korisu reminds me a lot of myself as a young girl.

TMI about me, but I (and I'm sure many others) started masturbating around 9. I would not reach my first period until age 12 so I was very much still prepubesent. It wasn't a lot, but vague sexual attraction was there. I was trying to figure out what exactly I was attracted to and well at the time, gay was still an insult on the playground so my 9 year old brain was doing it's best to deny that I liked girls. I thought to myself, surely I can't be gay, I just think girls are pretty and I like boobs, but surely I'm straight. I was, in fact, not straight. And I had my confused little sexual fantasies every now and then.

Korisu in that way is very reminiscent of my own childhood experience with sexuality. She clearly has a little bit of a passive interest in sexuality, given some of her battles with tres magia. But she's also still written to be a child. A modest and shy child at that. Korisu is very soft spoken and childish. One if her main interests is toys. She loves to play with toys, and this seems to be the reason she joined enormita in the first place. She thought venelita was a toy and said yes to joining the evil organization so she could play with her. I also think that a lot of care has been put into how korisu is depicted. She's never directly sexualized. She projects her sexual fantasies onto others, but she is never the one in a sexual situation unless she is warping reality to pretend that she is an adult. Korisu is treated with a lot more modesty and decency than the other, older girls. You never see up her skirt, you never see any lewd expressions from her, the only time she is depicted naked is during a 1 panel heavily censored transformation sequence that isn't meant to be sexual, her swimsuit in the beach chapter/episode is almost comically conservative being one of those old timey looking striped suits with the shorts and sleeves and even a swim cap.

Her clothes always cover a lot of skin. It just seems like she's being purposefully written to be more than just the series resident loli, ya know? Like that's not why she's there. They could have written her to be permiscuous or to be obliviously and accidentally sexualized, but they didn't. They wrote her to be a child.

Diving into korisu's sexuality, as stated before, she tends to merely project her fantasies onto others with her powers, not getting directly involved. In our first encounter with her, when she shows off her powers as nero alice for the first time, she essentially just traps tres magia in a dollhouse and plays with them like dolls, having them act out a very sexually charged, but still rather childish and idealized game of house with a mommy, daddy, and child. House actually seems to be one of korisu's favorite games, sexual or not, which we will get into later. She doesn't involve herself in this game of house, just plays with her living dolls for a while before getting too sleepy to continue.

There are currently 2 instances where korisu directly involves herself in her little sexual fantasies, both if which I might argue are not entirely intentionally sexual on her end. The first of which, Utena has just given her back her favorite doll which she has stayed up all night to fix and has caught a cold with a fever as a result. Korisu decides to use her powers to place Utena and herself into her hospital doll set. She uses her powers to age herself up into an adult doctor and through a series of honestly comically childish ideas of what a doctor might do, despite the sexual twinge of the scene, cures Utena's cold. Not just treats it, but cures it outright. In like 5 minutes of playing doctor. What does she do? Presses a stick on Utena's tongue, places a toy stethoscope all over her chest, turned sexual by the fact that Utena has taken off her shirt and korisu just puts it right on her nipple, and then gives utena a shot. This is absolutely mostly just korisu playing doctor with her magic powers, it's just also a sexual fantasy of hers to be older and in a position of power, specifically in a caregiver role, something that comes up again later on and that we will delve deeper into later.

The second instance of korisu being directly involved in her sexual fantasies come to life via magic powers is during her play date with magenta. This I would argue is less sexual than the playing doctor scene for a few reasons, but first let's analyze this chapter/episode. The anime makes the argument that this scene isn't very sexual even more plausible by giving magenta an actual reason to regress. In the anime, magenta, who has been feeling like a burden to her team for not being very strong, is referred to as the mom friend. And she latches onto that. She takes her role as team mom very seriously and starts babying her friends, packing them lunches and such. This is a role magenta is comfortable in because she has 3 little sisters, and it's also clear it's making her feel useful to the team. Later on she ends up playing with korisu at the park, where they play a game of house, one of korisu's favorite games, in which magenta is the mommy. When she leaves she tells korisu she's always willing to play the mommy and then runs off to do her errands. We get like one mention of her having to pee. Back at the park, korisu is bummed about her play date being over and had the bright idea to keep playing house by using her powers to get magia magenta to show up and sucking her into a fantasy. Magenta obviously falls for this, and we flash into korisu's fantasy of magenta being a literal baby. She's in her crib scared and alone when suddenly her mommy shows up! And who is her mommy? Well it's adult korisu of course, ready to play house where this time she's the mommy.

Magenta is having a great time age regressing, playing with her "mommy" until she has to pee and ends up peeing. And then she starts to slip out of that regressed headspace and realizes she's not a baby and the person changing her diaper is nero alice and panic sets in alongside embarrassment because this is her enemy and she just pissed in front of her and she's not wearing pants and-

she rejects nero alice, who dejectedly starts to leave. And magenta sees that sad face and changes her mind. She can't just let nero alice leave all sad. She was just playing. She wasn't doing anything evil it was all just fun and games. She plays the role of a baby a little while longer so alice can have her fun playing caregiver. Which results in one of the funniest shots in the manga and the anime.

The rest of their time together basically consists of korisu bottle feeding magenta a lot of milk and making her pee into a diaper again. And then she's done. Neither of them really seem to come away from this encounter with the idea that it was sexual. Sure magenta felt embarrassed and yeah alice wanted her to pee again, going so far as to press lightly on her stomach, but at most the sexual fantasy for korisu stopped there. I genuinely don't believe her intention in this game of house were sexual, I think she really did just want to keep playing house but with her in the caregiving role this time. That doesn't change the fact that the scene was obviously pandering to age players and people with a piss kink. But yeah I just feel like the character's motivations were innocent. In the Manga this chapter is a little harder to read as purely age regression because it doesn't give her the stress of being the team mom and the need to regress. The chapter is more over the top about her needing to pee because she drank too much water at the park, and i don't think it's ever specified that the game they played at the park was house. Manga said piss kink age play chapter, but anime said piss kink age play chapter but give it some character depth.

Moving on from that way too long play by play of the piss kink age play chapter.

The rest of the time we see korisu she doesn't really use her powers sexually at all. She makes her toys bigger so she can ride them around, she traps people in doll houses, and sometimes she'll make a special dollhouse for Utena to use and then fuck off for the rest of the chapter so Utena is using Alice's powers sexually but alice herself is off doing kid stuff somewhere off screen. One of my favorite examples of korisu using her powers in a way that really displays that she is in fact a 9 year old kid, is when she gets so excited about the new toys she just got at the toy store that she transforms out of pure joy and decides to use her godzilla toy and wand toy to have a kaiju battle with her riding godzilla and fighting magenta who she turned giant. She's not doing this for sex, she's doing this because she wants to have a kaiju battle with her new toys. Utena and kiwi making it sexual by crawling into magenta's clothes is just aiding her in the kaiju battle. She didn't even win the battle but at the end of the day she's so happy.

Outside of her own sexual fantasies, korisu doesn't seem all that interested in sexuality. She either doesn't care, or, particularly with kiwi, gets annoyed and shoots her a disgusted "really?" look.

So looping back around to the consistent theme of Korisu's sexual fantasies either being a game of house or placing herself in a caregiver role. Why do I think she does this? This is just speculation on my end, but I really do think it has to do with her mother being so neglectful. Korisu is left home alone constantly because her mother is at work. She leaves her money to buy food, not even prepared food to eat, just money and a note on the kitchen table. Korisu is allowed to wander the city alone and does so often. The only reason she was able to join enormita is because she was by herself playing with sidewalk chalk in an alley. It's expanded upon that korisu really doesn't have any friends her age. Her first real friends as far as we know are her teammates at enormita, all of which are 5 years older than her. From what little we see of korisu's mom it seems like they love eachother, but she's just never home and her father is out of the picture for one reason or another. I think that this is why korisu is so enraptured with the idea of a perfect loving family. Why she wants to be a good caregiver, to give the love she craves from her mom, and to have a complete household, whatever she thinks that may be.

If you didn't have the experience of being sexually curious you may find yourself thinking why? Why is korisu the way that she is? Why is she having these sexual fantasies at such a young age but also is seemingly bothered by sexuality at other times?

And well, there could be more than one answer. There's the reading I've put forth that she is just having prepubesent sexual curiosity, the answer I think is the most likely to be intended if any. It could just be because the author wanted a loli and the fact the she's written modestly like this could be a coincidence (though I really think there was intent writing her this way especially when compared to how imitatio is written). There's always the possibility that korisu's past is darker than we know, that maybe she's experienced abuse of some kind, she's already experiencing neglect, who's to say there's not a reason her father is out of the picture, another reason her fantasies often revolve around family. We really can't say. I hope that we learn more about korisu when the author decides to pick the series back up again. I think it's likely that we will considering the last chapter introduced roboko.

I dunno man I don't know what I want the takeaway for this long winded post to be other than I think Korisu Morino is a well written character and a good representation of prepubesent sexual curiosity. She's written like a child, not like a sexualized fantasy of a child. When I was first reading through mahoako and got to the chapter where they introduced Korisu, I almost dropped the series. I thought "oh great they had to include a loli what the fuck she's 9" and then I kept reading, just to see what they'd do with her. And they didn't do what I expected. And by the end of reading I thought "wow. It's kind of refreshing to have a child character, especially in an eechi series that is THIS sexual, not being the object of sexualization." And that sentiment has stuck with me.

And then they introduced Imatatio and I wanted to throw my laptop 😤 but well that's a post for a different day because I have a lot of thoughts on her, not all as positive as my thoughts on Korisu, but it's more of a mixed bag.

At the end of the day I know that mahoako is a series that is meant to be arousing, it's eechi, it's a magical girl series about kink and bdsm that puts 14 year old girls in sexual situations for the audiences viewing pleasure. I get that. The series is by no means a masterpiece and I know it's very likely that I and a lot of other fans are reading too much into it. But I really think there is something there with the representation of queer kids exploring sexuality in a way that doesn't make them feel like outcasts for liking what they like.

Anyway, stan Korisu. Nero Alice best girl.

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Right Kind of Wrong (9)

SERIES MASTERLIST Part Summary: A shocking call has Spencer questioning her involvement in the case.

Warnings: Case details

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SPENCER COULDN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME HE FELT AT PEACE. Although protecting people and making them safe gave him a certain comfort, the pressure of being involved in harrowing cases took a toll on him more than he expected. But amid the ongoing investigation, he felt rather...calm.

He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly the reason why, between his responsibilities and obligations, he found himself embraced by this unexpected peace. It certainly had to do with the woman still nestled in his bed as he now stood in his kitchen, contemplating whether she preferred drinking coffee or perhaps something sweeter to start her day.

He couldn't believe it. He never imagined himself debating on another person's choice of beverage. Yet here he was, making a new pot of fresh coffee and setting out another mug to prepare a nice, warm cup of hot chocolate because its rich sweetness reminded him of her. If he didn't know which one she preferred between the two, he was going to make both.

He let out a sigh. He was a fool, wasn't he? Spencer was never one to indulge himself in romance. It wasn't easy for him to get swept away by any potential relationships. Falling in love again seemed like an illusion for him, something so far out of his reach. It seemed impossible to find someone he genuinely liked after losing the only person he ever considered spending the rest of his life with.

But look at him now, falling for somebody he met less than two weeks ago. For a smart person with an IQ of 187, he certainly was a fool.

Although having to know her for a mere fraction of time, Spencer had never fathomed that he could harbor such feelings. Having her soft body pressed against his side let him understand how much her presence stirred his heart.

And it wasn't just the physical aspect. The night wasn't simply spent with the warm feeling of her bare skin, but it was also filled with her laughter. Their late-night conversations delved into the realms of dreams and vulnerabilities, effortlessly bridging the gap between two strangers. With each passing conversation, he discovered the captivating intricacies of her mind which he wanted to understand better.

He liked her. He really did.

Maybe after all this ordeal, after he could disclose this current case, he could ask her out on a proper date. When there was no more boundary between them, when he wasn't an authority and she wasn't someone linked to a case, he would finally enjoy her company without feeling guilty.

He was pouring the fresh pot of coffee into a mug when his phone suddenly rang. He let out a groan, knowing what was waiting for him as he noticed Garcia's name plastered on the screen.

"Hey, Garcia," he greeted, slipping his phone between his face and his shoulder. "New update?"

"Reid."

He froze, noticing the strain in her voice. He quickly stopped what he was doing and straightened himself, pressing his phone against his ear. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sitting down?"

"Uh—no." He frowned at her question. "Why?"

"You might want to sit down."

He didn't, of course. But his mind was already buzzing with curiosity. "What is it?"

"Reid," she whispered, her voice dropping low as if trying to keep quiet. "You're the first person I called which means nobody else knows about this...yet."

"Garcia," he probed, suddenly feeling anxious. "What is it?"

There was a shuffling at the end of the line before her voice filled his ear again.

"Okay, so I crossed references that could help me find any articles Jamison Lynch wrote that might involve Kevin Marshall, and it turns out, there are none. Nothing. Nada." There was an unsettling pause before she continued, "Although there is one article mentioning Mr. Marshall by a journalist, who as of now, is an active employee at the publishing firm Jamison worked at. Guess who it is?"

He clutched the phone tighter as a tumultuous mix of emotions churned in his gut. In that moment, time seemed to stretch, waiting for his response. He paused, his mind spiraling into a web of confusion and disbelief as he pieced together the verity of this call.

"I'm guessing by your silence you already know why I wanted to call you first."

He did. He knew why it was important for Garcia to be informing him before anyone else. His eyes then glanced towards his bedroom door. Gone was the peaceful bliss he had felt, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. Confusion suddenly swirled within him, clouding his thoughts and casting shadows upon the woman who still lay peacefully on the other side of the wall.

The warmth he relished this morning was now replaced by a chill of uncertainty that seeped into his veins.

"What—" He suddenly cleared his throat, hating how his voice sounded so foreign to him. He took a deep breath. "What else did you find?"

"I did more sleuthing and found Y/N's name as one of the people who filed a complaint against Jamison—which meant nothing, really, since he was known as a complete douchebag." Garcia then stopped. "May he rest in peace."

"Is there anything else?"

"Well, as it turns out, Jamison Lynch wasn't the first person Y/N filed a complaint for. There was also a complaint against Mr. Marshall."

"I thought Kevin Marshall was clean?"

"He was until I hacked into his company's database system and found this single complaint sent by her, which by the looks of it, seemed to be buried under a lot of firewalls." The clicking sound of a keyboard played in the background. "It was as if the company he worked for, or even Mr. Marshall himself, tried to hide it."

His burrows furrowed. "What was the complaint for?"

"Sexual Harassment."

His heart pounded in his chest, a fiery rage suddenly coursing through his body. The revelation he had just uncovered struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him torn between seething anger and a torrent of conflicting emotions. The person he came to like had once suffered the unimaginable—a vile act of assault perpetrated by the man who now lay lifeless, a victim of murder.

Yet beneath the simmering rage, doubt festered like a poisonous seed. He was suddenly questioning the nature of her involvement. Not only did she know one of the victims, but she was also acquainted with both of them. His thoughts churned, torn between the desire to dismiss this uncertainty and the nagging voice of suspicion that echoed in the depths of his mind.

"Reid," Garcia called out when she was met with silence. "I don't what this means. I don't understand how or why she's linked between these two victims but please, please, don't do anything stupid."

His eyes drew back to his bedroom. Even when he was stuck between the depths of his emotions, the rational part of his brain managed to turn its gear. "Garcia, I need you to find out whether she knew the third victim."

"You mean the suicidal case that doesn't seem like suicide?"

"Harvey Webb," he confirmed, the name printed in his brain.

"Alright, I will. Oh—and Reid?" He hummed a reply. "Don't act on impulse. Please don't go concluding stuff on your own when you're obviously involved with her."

"I..." He took a deep breath. "I'm not involved with her."

"You're telling me you asked for her address and you didn't do anything about it?" When he didn't respond, she clicked her tongue. "Exactly. Now listen, I need to go and tell the others this, so come by the office and we'll deal with it together, okay?"

He glanced towards the cup of coffee now sitting cold by the counter. "Thanks, Garcia."

"You're welcome, boy genius."

As the phone call ended, Spencer found himself adrift in a sea of swirling emotions. This information was a step further into the investigation now that he found a link between the victims. But as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, a cloud of doubt descended upon his thoughts.

The deeper he delved into the complexities of the situation, the more elusive the truth became. Was it really possible she had anything to do with the murder? Could the trauma she had endured have pushed her to take matters into her own hands?

The questions lingered like a toxic fog, polluting his mind.

"Good morning."

Spencer looked up to see her padding across the room wearing nothing but his shirt. The way the material draped over her form accentuated her curves, holding an allure that was impossible to ignore. His eyes traced the lines of her body, from the tousled strands of her hair to the subtle curve of her hip. It was an intimate sight that would have once mesmerized him completely.

But his mind was too clouded with his doubt.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt—" She stopped when her eyes fell on him. "What's wrong? Is it the shirt?" She looked down at herself. "Should I change out of it?"

As quickly as the enchantment had taken hold, the weight of his doubts resurfaced. At that moment, the air crackled with unspoken words, an invisible barrier separating them. Spencer's heart ached with the weight of uncertainty.

How could the woman he had fallen for potentially be connected to a heinous crime? It seemed inconceivable, yet the voice at the back of his head urged him to question his doubt.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew Kevin Marshall?"

The unexpected question startled her, her feet instinctively taking a step back. "What?"

"When I questioned you that day, why didn't you mention that you knew him?"

She studied him, wondering where this was suddenly coming from. "I didn't think it was important," she finally responded. "And technically, I didn't know him personally. I interviewed him once for work."

"What happened that day?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you interviewed him, what happened?"

She felt his gaze upon her, intense and penetrating, and a shiver ran down her spine. It was as though he had glimpsed into the depths of her soul, unraveling something not many people were aware of.

"You know." It was more of a statement rather than a question. She took another step back. "Nobody else knows except a few of my closest friends but—" She shook her head. "That doesn't matter. What matters is how you know. I don't even think that company kept the files, they practically ignored my complaint."

"They kept it," he mused.

"And how do you know this?"

"The technical analyst in our team managed to find your files hidden."

"Technical analyst—why were you even searching for it?" She crossed her arms across her chest, focusing her attention on him. "Answer me. Why was your technical analyst searching for my complaint?"

Her heart was pounding against her chest as she waited for his answer.

"Because you're currently the only person linked between the two cases we're working on."

She frowned. "You mean the cases you think are done by the same killer? The death between my late boss and Kevin Marshall?"

"Yes. But this is only procedure, we do an investigation on any leads that we find."

"Investigation?" Then it dawned on her. It fucking dawned on her. Offense suddenly surged through her while his words, accusing and laced with suspicion, struck her with a sense of betrayal. "You think I have to do something with the murders."

The atmosphere, once a sanctuary of shared affection, now felt suffocating, closing in around her as the weight of his accusations settled heavily on her shoulders. His silence spoke louder than words.

"Unbelievable." Her eyes blazed with anger, her voice sharp and defensive. She turned away and stalked back to his room. "Unbelievable."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving," she hissed, noticing him trailing behind her. "Did you expect me to stay here and let you interrogate me like I'm some kind of criminal?"

His face twisted in frustration. "I just want to know what happened the day you interviewed Kevin Marshall."

"Why? So you can accuse me even further?”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“You’re questioning me. You want to know whether I have some kind of vendetta against him."

"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything."

"But you are." Without any warning, she gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over her head. "You're practically cornering me with all the questioning, especially with that look on your face."

He quickly looked away and she stopped herself from scoffing at the absurdity of it. She was about to divulge how his sudden modesty was unnecessary when he spoke, "I wouldn't have to constantly ask you if you had answered me sooner."

This time she did scoff, grabbing onto her own pair of clothes. "You caught me off guard. What was I supposed to do?"

"Answer the question and not avoid it like what you're doing now."

"You think I'm avoiding the question on purpose?"

He drew his eyes back to her. "A study shows that body language plays a crucial role in interpersonal communication, and based on its verbal indicator, an attempt to avoid answering the question is notable by your vague response."

"And you're analyzing me based on that?"

"It's my job to analyze anyone involved in the case.”

"Anyone involved?" She screeched, dumbfounded by his judgment of her. "I trusted you last night, I opened up to you, and now you're throwing these baseless accusations at me?"

"I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm trying to make some sense of where you're connected in all of this."

"You don't even know how I'm involved!"

"That's what I'm trying to find out!"

The air crackled with tension, heavy with the echoes of their heated words. The silence that followed was almost deafening, a palpable strain that hung in the air like a fragile thread. The once intimate space now felt hollow, as if drained of its energy by the intensity of their emotions.

Breathless and emotionally drained, they stared at each other, their eyes mirroring a mix of regret, hurt, and lingering anger. But as the echoes of their heated argument faded, she felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over her. The adrenaline that had fueled her anger now deserted her, leaving her drained.

"You know what was on my mind this morning?" She suddenly spoke. "I woke up thinking I was happy to run into you again. It didn't take long for me to understand that, albeit the circumstances, I actually came to like you."

As the words spilled from her trembling lips, her voice quivered with vulnerability. But then a shadow of doubt danced in her eyes. A new wave of anger surfaced, overpowering the fragility of her confession.

"But the person I like is not this version of you. Who I like is Spencer Reid, not Doctor Reid."

He frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, right now, you're not the same guy I spent the night with. You're scrutinizing me, you're—what is it that you do again? Ah, yes, a profiler." She pointed a finger at him. "You're trying to profile me, you're trying to read my mind in my most vulnerable state because if you haven't noticed, Spencer, I'm standing here half naked while you're pestering me with your questions."

He quickly glanced away, noticing the truth in her words. He had let his anger and suspicion cloud his judgment of her, something Garcia had warned him not to do. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I'll go wait outside."

"Don't bother, I'm almost done."

But he was already out of her vision, and when she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her, she let out a shaking breath.

She stood there, her heart aching with a mix of disappointment and betrayal. His accusations had cut deep, searing through the bliss they had nurtured the past night. The warmth that once enveloped them had been replaced by a cold emptiness, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Her eyes drifted to the unmade bed before her. The memory of the night lingered in her mind like a bittersweet melody, playing on the strings of her heart. The tender moments they had shared, the warmth that had enveloped them seemed so distant now, overshadowed by the disappointment and anger that colored her mind.

She had hoped for a peaceful morning, a continuation of the intimacy they had shared under the cover of darkness. Instead, she found herself faced with the harsh truth of their current reality, the dissonance of their unspoken tensions. His doubt had tarnished the tender memories, leaving a bitter taste on her lips.

With a heavy sigh, she let the memories of last night linger for a moment longer before gathering her strength. She walked out of the room once she was fully clothed to find him standing by his couch, his body turning at the sound of her footsteps.

"Y/N."

“Thanks for listening to me last night."

"Y/N."

"Thank you for letting me stay too."

"Y/N."

"Stop."

Her hands clenched into fists, a physical manifestation of the conflicting emotions raging within her. He watched her, and as the silence stretched between them, she saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a recognition of the hurt he had inflicted. Perhaps he had acted out of fear, allowing the shadows of the investigation to cast doubt on her. But the betrayal still lingered too deeply.

"You know what frustrates me?" She wondered. His silence was a sign for her to continue. "You're questioning me not because you genuinely want to know, you're doing it out of your obligation because you think it's your job to do so."

She held out a hand when he took a step closer.

"And it's fine," she went on. "It is your job. You're the federal agent here and I'm merely someone whose name is linked to the case."

"I didn't mean to—"

"With that being said, we should keep our relationship strictly that way."

Her words hung heavy in the air, each syllable an arrow piercing his heart. He stood there, frozen, his eyes fixed on her as if searching for a flicker of hesitation, a glimmer of doubt. But her resolve was unwavering. With a deep breath, she mustered the courage to speak once more, her voice steady and resolute.

“If you really want to know what happened, call me into your office, I'll answer your questions then.”

Her expression dulled as she held his gaze, and with one last jaded look etched in her somber eyes, she finally turned around without sparing another glance, excusing herself from his apartment.

He watched as the door closed behind her.

Spencer stood there, surrounded by an oppressive silence that echoed the void she had left behind. Time seemed to stand still as he grappled with the overwhelming flood of emotions. The truth of the situation settled upon his shoulders, the reality that their paths had diverged and the bliss they had once shared had transformed into something unrecognizable.

Just as the weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him entirely, his phone suddenly pinged with a new alert. Startled, he reached for it, his fingers trembling as he unlocked the screen. The digital glow illuminated his face, casting a pale light upon his features as he read the message.

PENELOPE: THEY'RE CALLING HER IN. SHE KNEW THE THIRD VICTIM.

Spencer stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the words. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reverberating through his entire being. He dialed Garcia’s number only to be rejected as soon as the first ring echoed in his ear.

PENELOPE: CAN'T TALK. HOTCH IS BESIDE ME.

His heart raced, his breath quickened, and a mixture of anger, confusion, and fear surged through his veins. Spencer quickly walked over towards his window and saw a glimpse of her climbing into a cab, her phone pressed against her ear. He ran a hand through his curls in frustration as his phone alerted a new message.

PENELOPE: GET YOUR ASS HERE, REID.

SPENCER: I'm on my way.

Confusion clouded him, the lines between truth and lies blurring in his head. And beneath it all, fear lurked, whispering doubts about his judgment.

A heaviness settled upon his chest, constricting his breath and swarming his thoughts. The calm that had graced his waking moments seemed like a distant memory now—his peace only lasted briefly.

>> NEXT PART

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Forgotten Demon Twin 10/?

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Well, here it is. Sorry for the long wait.

“What do you want, fruit loop?”

Danny got in a defensive posture, sure Vlad would try to attack him one way or another.

Vlad raised his hands, “I just want to talk, little badger. Especially since new secrets have come to light. I want to ensure certain ones stay in the dark from your moth—parents. We wouldn’t want them to find out how much of a killer son they had brought into their home, now would we?”

Danny scowled. He knew his eyes were glowing when Vlad started smirking.

“How dare you threaten me, Plasmius?” Danny said in a low voice. The room got colder. “I am the Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms; I will be your King. The only reason you’re not fully dead right now is because I’ve been holding back. Don’t test me.”

“You adorable, Danyal,” Danny gritted his teeth at the way Vlad sneered his real name, “but let’s think about this logically, shall we? Your parents just found out their adopted son was sent to spy on them by a cult interested in their research. Fine, that’s one thing; they can forgive that. You’re still their precious baby boy.”

“Now, imagine you add on top of that. You tell them you’re Phantom, the ghost boy menace of Amity Park. Not only that, but you’re the Crowned Prince of the Ghost Zone, the future king of the very species they sought to experiment with and exterminate. Do you believe they can take the pressure and the angst? Will they forgive you?”

“And let’s say they do accept you for being Phantom? What will they do when they find out their son wasn’t just a part of a cult but an assassin? Will they see you as a monster for taking lives and being Phantom? Have you thought about that?”

“You just don’t want mom to find out you’re the Wisconsin ghost,” Danny accused even as a small voice at the back of his head whispered at him.

“Believe what you will, little badger. Believe what you will,” with those last words, Vlad disappeared.

Danny collapsed. Now, what should he do?

____

Bruce picked up the phone.

“This is Bruce Wayne.”

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, it’s Maddie Fenton.”

“Mrs. Fenton, how nice to hear from you again.”

“Put it on speaker,” Tim mouthed.

All of his children stopped what they were doing and paid attention. Bruce almost left the room but knew that would make them more curious and force them to find destructive ways to eavesdrop. With a silent sigh, he did what Tim told him to do while giving them.

“How may I help you, Mrs. Fenton?”

“Danny has agreed to a DNA test. When do you want to do it?”

His children perked up at the new information.

“As soon as possible,” he answered. He wanted to be a part of Danny’s life and wanted written proof Danny was his. “I have ways to do a discreet DNA so the media won’t catch wind of it.”

“Hm, that’s fine. How does tomorrow work for you, Mr. Wayne?”

“Tomorrow’s fine. I’ll pick you up—”

“No need,” Mrs. Fenton interrupted, “Tell us where we have to be, and we’ll meet you there.”

Her voice was neutral, if a bit off-putting. Bruce gave the name and address of the hotel where he was staying. While Bruce would’ve loved to have used the Batcomputer to do the test, he knew he couldn’t explain it to the Fentons. Instead, he got a trusted company that would keep the secret to do it and were on standby.

They would come to the hotel, take a sample and have it back to him in 72 hours.

“We’ll be there at 9 o’clock. Oh, and Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes?”

“It doesn’t matter what that test says. Danny is a Fenton. He’s our son. Ours. We’ve raised him; we’ve been his parents for the past eight years. So, if you try to take him from us, you will have a fight. Your money doesn’t scare us. We will do anything for Danny. Anything.”

“Mrs. Fenton, I would never want to take Danny away from the people he loves. I want to know if he’s my son and how I can help him. If that means he stays with you, well, that’s his decision.”

“Hmph,” she huffed, “We’ll meet tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“That went well,” Tim said.

“She feels I’ll take away her son. It’s only natural for a parent to want to defend their child,” Bruce said.

He may not show it most of the time, but he would protect his children with his dying breath, and if anyone tried to take them away from him, well, he would move Earth and Hell to get them back. He could blame the Fentons for wanting to protect their son from him. If anything, it made Bruce feel better that his son had found such loving parents.

“Now, where were we with these Anti-Ecto laws?”

He would protect his son however he could.

____

Two boys ran in the park with a dog chasing after them.

Damian watched them and felt envious. He could’ve had that with Danyal if he had looked for his brother after he went with his father. Instead, he had removed his brother so far from his mind that Damian had completely forgotten him. Even when he started getting along with his adopted siblings, Danyal never entered his thoughts.

Respawn suddenly came to his mind.

He still remembered his joy when he found out he had a blood brother, not an adopted one. Danyal still hadn’t crossed his mind. There was so much joy for a half-brother who wanted to kill him when his twin had been left alone and forgotten.

The two boys began wrestling with each other, giggling the whole time.

Would Damian and Danyal have had a normal sibling relationship if Damian had brought him home to father sooner?

“What’s on your mind, baby bat?”

“Tt, nothing, Richard.”

“He’ll come around if you show him you want him in your life.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

Richard shrugged, “Then we leave him to be and protect him from afar.”

Damian frowned. He didn’t like Richard’s solution. He wanted his brother to come with them so he could mend the relationship. So he could show Danyal how much he’s changed. He didn’t need a fake family; he had father and the rest of their siblings.

Damian was about to say so when an explosion rocked through Amity. Richard got up quickly and looked toward the direction of the explosion.

Green, Lazarus green plumes (always that accursed color) rose into the sky.

Damian didn’t think; he ran toward it. He knew his brother would be there and was determined to help.

“Damian, wait!”

With a slight twinge of guilt, Damian ignored his older brother. He couldn’t afford to wait. He had a brother to help.

It's been a few busy months for me. First, depression hit me like a wrecking ball. Then, we moved, and I started a new job, and the next thing I knew, it was May.

I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thanks for reading

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[the-glacian]

For Better Or Worse

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairings: Eddie&Buck, Buck/Tommy

Characters: Eddie Diaz POV, 118 Crew, Tommy Kinard

Rating: Gen

Summary: Eddie and the crew are having a hard day.

Or: BT through Eddie's eyes.

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It was one of those days. When putting one foot in front of the other resembled an endurance test that he was somehow failing. Every nerve in his body, no matter how accustomed he was to the adversity of his profession, cried out for mercy. His brain felt as if it had been put through the wringer, with nothing left but sheer instinct for survival. The thought of eating something prepared by Ravi didn’t sound as repulsive as it once had. 

It was one of those days when nothing went according to plan, and a streak of accidents so bizarre almost made him believe in—

“A curse,” Chimney declared as he breezed past them like a man on a mission. There was a noticeable limp in his gait, but it didn’t seem to deter him. “Mark my words, guys.”

Buck, shuffling across the tiles beside Eddie, gave a weary nod. “Called it after the cocktail party inferno, Chim.” Then he went back to the phone he’d been glued to for the past few hours.

“There’s no such thing as a curse,” Eddie piped up with what remained of his mental sanity.

There wasn’t much, but he was determined to hold on to it until his last breath. Which, given the circumstances, wasn’t entirely beyond the realm of reason since they hadn’t been able to so much as look at anything edible without the siren going off. 

Fourteen hours into their shift, and they’d officially broken the record for the longest patch of starvation. 

As if on cue, a growl from deep inside him pierced the glum, worn air of the hangar. 

His insides seized up with such violence that Eddie nearly doubled over in pain, saved only by Buck’s hand wrapping around Eddie’s suspenders to steady him. The other one was still somehow typing.

“I’d go for literally anything,” Buck sighed, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Even that sludge Ravi once made with his secret family recipe.”

“Hey!” came Ravi’s feeble protest from where he was still struggling to get out of his turnouts. “You haven’t even tried it!”

Where Hen was trudging at Chimney’s side, she turned to give him a look, the meaning of which was lost on Eddie behind layers of soot and exhaustion. “I have,” she said, lacking her usual verve. “It was that bad.”

A verbal squabble broke out, but Eddie tuned it out. There was something he had meant to ask Buck. But the thought had been plucked from his mind like an unripe cherry before he could finish nurturing it. He kept searching for it in the void of his memory, but the harder he tried, the more it eluded him.

Eddie promptly forgot all about that mystery as soon as they reached the kitchen area. 

A lingering smell of chicken and potatoes with rosemary might’ve been to blame. They had left it untouched on their respective plates just before the latest emergency call. Their fifth in a row. The remains had been scraped back into the casserole pan that Bobby was now carrying to the stove, with Chimney hovering by his side like its guardian angel. 

Eddie felt his mouth start to water, despite the unease in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t put down to hunger alone. Not anymore. The silence around him throbbed with tension, the echoes of which were painted across the others’ faces in varying degrees of intensity. 

It was as if everyone was afraid to breathe the wrong way. 

Two steps in front of him, Buck was waving the hand with the phone in slow motion. “Who cares about heating it at this point, Bobby?”

Eddie couldn’t agree more. Which he made sure to communicate before collapsing into the nearest chair in a heap of flabby limbs. If only to break whatever it was that had them all under its spell.

The words had barely left his mouth when the siren thundered across the station like a death knell.

“An unconscious person in a hot air balloon?” Buck said once they arrived at the scene, his tone landing somewhere between fascination and suspicion. “Now, tell me that doesn’t strike you as a curse.”

Par for the course, Eddie remembered to object, “It doesn’t.” 

The truck finally screeched to a halt, and Eddie, following everyone’s lead, dragged himself out on wobbly legs. Ringed by a serrated ridge of hills that rose above the stretch of forest, they found themselves in the middle of a green field. Out in the open, the heat of the afternoon sun felt like an invisible gear that kept forcing him to the ground no matter how hard he tried to stay upright. The air was so still, there wasn’t even a hint of a breeze to revitalise his senses.

How were they supposed to get the man down from the hot air balloon again?

Admittedly, his judgement couldn’t be trusted at that point. 

“We won’t be the ones doing it,” he heard Hen reply as she motioned upwards.

When Eddie followed her gaze into the blinding blue of the sky, he could make out one caliginous shape as it was advancing onto another. Beads of sweat blurred his vision, which further impeded his assessment. The rumble of rotating chopper blades began to drift in, gaining momentum as they cut through the haze of his awareness.

“Chim, get the ladder,” came Bobby’s voice from somewhere to his left. “Hen, have that gurney ready just in case.”

Shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand, he found himself asking, “Is it Tommy?”

A short time later, when another life had been saved, stabilised and whisked away to the nearest hospital and the dust had settled around them, exhaustion resurfaced with a vengeance. So did, to everyone’s surprise, Tommy’s chopper. It had barely touched the ground when the door swung open to reveal his imposing frame, still in his flight suit and with an unfazed expression. 

In his arms, Eddie recognised eight pizza boxes stacked on top of each other. 

Which, considering his delirious state, might’ve been a figment of Eddie’s imagination.

Before he could even begin processing it, Buck set off across the field with a spring in his step that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Instead of helping Eddie put away the tools that lay scattered in the grass where Buck must’ve dropped them in his rush to get to his boyfriend.

Figures , Eddie mumbled under his breath. If it didn’t require too much effort he couldn’t spare, he would’ve also rolled his eyes.

“I thought you’d left,” he heard Buck croak. 

In his deadpan manner, Tommy was quick to react, “I’d hate for my next call to be about my boyfriend’s hypoglycaemic coma.”

To which Buck let out a laugh so naked and soft that Eddie suspected it didn’t belong to the universe beyond Tommy’s ears. 

It turned out to be, in fact, pizza that Tommy had brought due to a series of detailed texts and phone calls Buck had been sending to him in frustration. There was enough to feed the whole team on the way back to the station. Similar to Eddie, Tommy didn’t believe in curses, but he’d gone to great lengths to lift theirs with the most delicious combination of cheese, mushrooms and tomato sauce Eddie had ever had the pleasure of tasting. 

After they’d collectively devoured most of the sustenance Tommy had generously provided, Eddie found himself saying, “You better marry this man, Buck.” 

It was a piece of wisdom he’d been sitting on for a while, unleashed either by his satiation or the perplexing events of the day. Either way, a man who abused his position for the sake of his lover’s well-being deserved his official blessing. Even Bobby acknowledged that with a nod from his spot at the steering wheel. 

With a sigh of fulfilment, Eddie shoved another slice into his mouth, just because he could and added, “Because otherwise I might.”

Which he almost choked on when Buck kicked him in the shin with the tip of his boot. The complementary look he shot Eddie might’ve triggered another curse if it hadn’t softened in the next moment under the swell of his emotions. A surge of affection for Tommy that Buck couldn’t keep out of his voice as he said, “Shut up, Eddie, and eat your damn food.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie caught a glimpse of Hen fist-bumping Chimney.

It was one of those days when nothing went according to plan, and Eddie had come close to losing his wits and his faith in natural justice. But one thing he was certain of as he watched his best friend whip out his phone with the most besotted expression he’d ever seen anyone wear… If it wasn’t love, there was no hope for the rest of them.

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(also on AO3)

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

Do you think that book!Alicent was a one dimensional evil stepmother and the show has fixed her by making her a sad victim of the men around her? I don't agree with this take but i see so many people argue in favour of stripping her of her agency in the show in that book!Alicent was nothing but a misogynistic caricature made by the sexist maesters.

Thanks for this question anon! I had actually been meaning to write something about the "evil stepmother" accusations that get thrown at book!Alicent because having recently re-read F&B, I just don't see it.

First of all, and I think most notably, Alicent's relationship with Rhaenyra doesn't really deteriorate completely until Daemon returns to court. Before that, we don't really have much information about the first few years of Viserys' marriage. The fandom likes to claim that Alicent was beefing with a 9 year old but that isn't really backed up with much evidence. After the account that nine year old Rhaenyra poured for her new stepmother at Alicent and Viserys' wedding (and on a seriously wtf note, helped undress her father for the bedding, but that's another topic), the next words we have about Alicent and Rhaenyra are when Alicent quips, about Rhaenyra's relationship with Criston Cole, "Ser Criston protects the princess from her enemies, but who protects the princess from Ser Criston?" And y'all? This is not beefing or bullying. Alicent is pointing out that Rhaenyra, now about 13-ish, is in a vulnerable position as an unmarried young woman. Is she also possibly picking up on some weird predatory vibes with Criston? Perhaps (which is also also interesting, considering Criston later defects to Alicent's camp)! Remember, book!Criston is only a year younger than Daemon, so anything between them would not only be completely off limits because Criston is a kingsguard, but also extremely inappropriate just based on their ages alone. Regardless, Rhaenyra is at this point surrounded by a lot of men ("many lords and knights sought her favor") and Alicent alone seems cognizant of the danger this poses.

After this, the relationship between Alicent and Rhaenyra evidently deteriorates, but we're not told precisely how, only that the "amity between Her Grace and her stepdaughter had proved short lived, for both Rhaenyra and Alicent aspired to be the first lady of the realm..." Keep in mind, this is Gyldayn editorializing without a source, and as for being "first lady of the realm," it's just as likely that Rhaenyra was jealous of her stepmother's position as queen as it was that Alicent had any particular animosity towards Rhaenyra. In any case, the book does not suggest that either of them are at fault for the breakdown.

This is also around the time that Otto gets sent home for bugging Viserys about the succession, so that probably had something to do with it, although this still does not amount to Alicent beefing with a child, as it's doubtful she brought up the situation to Rhaenyra herself, but rather she and Otto brought the issue to Viserys. And although I don't really want to get into the succession weeds here, I do want to make it clear that the expectation that Viserys would make his firstborn son his heir was an entirely reasonable one. Everywhere except for Dorne, sons inherit before daughters, and if Viserys had made it clear before he married Alicent that he had no intention of replacing Rhaenyra as heir, Otto might not have married Alicent to Viserys in the first place. There are multiple examples of men with daughters but no sons remarrying in order to get a male heir. It's the only reason Corlys offered Laena as a bride to Viserys (and, arguably, Corlys would have had the leverage to force the issue, which is perhaps one reason why he did not choose Laena). And it wasn't just Otto and Alicent-- people asked "what of the ruling of the Great Council in 101?" But Viserys basically told naysayers to shut up and stop asking. Okay.

Then we have the dress incident, and at this point Rhaenyra is 14, Daemon is back in town, and there's a tourney on. Alicent wears a green dress, Rhaenyra wears a black and red one. It's interesting that in this chapter, no additional context is given to this event. Much earlier in F&B, we do learn that the High Tower is lit green to call its banners against Maegor the Cruel. The show makes this association clear, but Gyldayn does not say that Alicent did this as a declaration of war on Rhaenyra, only that "the queen wore a green gown, whilst the princess dressed dramatically in Targaryen red and black." If you've read F&B, you know that Gyldayn loves editorializing, so the fact that the association made by the show is completely omitted here suggest that Gyldayn lacked this context, or people at the time of the event simply thought it was a green dress with no additional meaning, or perhaps he expected in-world readers to draw their own conclusions (although it's kind of unlike Gyldayn to resist showing off his knowledge when he can). Regardless, after that, the people gave them the nickname the blacks and the greens, and it stuck.

Anyway, it's clear Alicent and Rhaenyra aren't getting along at this point, and they probably resent each other, but there is no mention of Alicent actually doing anything whatsoever to harm Rhaenyra, much less "bullying a child who has just lost her mother" or "beefing with a nine year old." This seems to be a complete invention. Given that book!Rhaenyra is a spoiled only child, by this point a teenager, accustomed to having her father's undivided attention, and now he has a new wife and at this point three new children in his life, it's equally likely that Rhaenyra was feeling displaced and acting out. However, instead of giving her any helpful guidance or correcting her, the trusted adults in her life reinforce her negative feelings, and as we'll see, even use those insecurities to manipulate her. As for Alicent "poisoning her children against Rhaenyra," there's simply zero evidence to back this up. In fact, what eventually happens would seem to suggest that Alicent was at least somewhat concerned about the hostility between her children and Rhaenyra. And here is when things really break down, because this is where Daemon really starts to stir the pot.

Before the tourney, Daemon had been fighting in the stepstones. He returns to King's Landing a hero, and immediately latches onto Rhaenyra. As for Alicent, "although he treated her with all the courtesy due her station, there was no warmth between them, and men said that the prince was notably cool towards her children, especially his nephews, Aegon and Aemond, whose birth had pushed him still lower in the order of succession." So who is, in fact beefing with children? Daemon Targaryen. At the same time, Daemon starts cozying up to Rhaenyra, giving her extravagant gifts, telling her stories, and doing the one thing that is absolutely sure to win over a teenager, being a hater. Daemon hones in on Rhaenyra's issues with Alicent and together they have a great deal of fun openly mocking Alicent and her children, and what Daemon called the "lickspittles" who were in Alicent's camp. This works very well on Rhaenyra because of course it does! Daemon is the cool dragonriding uncle, the handsome Rogue Prince, and Rhaenyra is eating up the attention. She and Daemon have dragonraces and he tells her she's much prettier than Alicent and strokes that teenage ego. It's also at this point that the rumors about Daemon and Rhaenyra having a sexual relationship begin, and Daemon supposedly asks for Rhaenyra's hand in marriage because "who else would take her now?" Keep in mind, she's fourteen. And whether it's true or not, Viserys exiles Daemon again. He goes back to the Stepstones, and things settle down in King's Landing.

Of course the relationship between between Rhaenyra and her stepmother is bad by this point. Her and Daemon have just spent six months mocking her and her children and their supporters. Aegon is only about four or five years old, so the beef has got to be pretty one sided, although even little kids can tell when they're being given the cold shoulder or laughed at. Rhaenyra even makes a point of always referring to them as her half-brothers, rather than simply as her brothers. Still, a few years pass, Rhaenyra is now sixteen, and it's time for her to get married. Alicent proposes she marry Aegon, and one of the reasons she gives is that they don't get along well. "All the more reason to bind them together in marriage," Alicent says, acknowledging that Rhaenyra hating her now six year old younger brother is in fact a big fucking problem. If Alicent hoped for Rhaenyra and Aegon to marry, why on earth would she poison her children against Rhaenyra? But Viserys shoots this idea down, saying "the boy is Alicent's own blood. She wants him on the throne." And yes, of course she does, but she probably also wants him to stay alive.

So, Rhaenyra marries Laenor, and after that there's really no point in trying to maintain any sort of stepmother relationship, is there? Rhaenyra is now an adult, she's married, and she's made her feelings about Alicent and her siblings very clear. At this point, Alicent has to look out for the safety of her children, who are going to be Rhaenyra's biggest rivals. And if they dislike their older half-sister, who can blame them? Again, this is a girl who spent the better half of six months laughing at them. Rhaenyra did nothing but sabotage that relationship. And if Alicent decides she's going to fight for Aegon's inheritance, she's only doing what any mother in her position would do. There's no evidence she does it for power or greed, she simply does it because she doesn't owe Rhaenyra anything and letting someone who is actively hostile to her children take the throne unchallenged, especially when that person's claim is untraditional to say the least, and seen by many as being weaker than that of her sons, would be taking a huge risk with their lives. There's nothing "evil" in Alicent's actions. Book!Alicent did not bully Rhaenyra, did not "beef with a nine year old," or "poison her children against Rhaenyra," in fact, she did what she could to bind them together, but Rhaenyra, (at least in part taking her cues from Viserys and Daemon), was simply not interested. And you know, that's fine too, Rhaenyra doesn't have to love her stepmother or care about her half-brothers. They're much younger and it's natural that she wouldn't be much interested in them. But as heir to the throne? It sure would have been a much smarter idea to cultivate those relationships.

Book!Alicent isn't an "evil stepmother" though either, after a certain point she she simply prioritizes her own children over someone who has made it abundantly clear she has no use for any of them.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Who’s your favorite daedric prince? (Or Princes! Some people tie!)

I’ll rank them.

16. Molag Bal. Rapist. Don’t need to explain myself.

15. Meridia. Annoying. Against free will. Willingly hung out with Molag Bal. Isn’t on board with necromancy though so that’s fine

14. Hermaeus Mora. Has a cool lovecraftian vibe but he won’t leave me alone. Stop following me.

13. Mehrunes Dagon. Tried to invade Tamriel. Generally has rancid vibes.

12. Boethia. Hates the weak. Generally kind of a bitch. Genderfluid though so that’s fun.

11. Sanguine. Seems cool at first but I would not leave my drink unattended at one of his parties.

10. Clavicus Vile. Kind of a stupid man child that tries to trick you on purpose but he has a talking dog and helps you get better at talking to people so that moves him up on the list

9. Mephala. The only reason she’s not further down on this list is because she’s associated with the dunmer and I like the dunmer. Her blade isn’t that good. I killed all my friends for nothing.

8. Hircine. What is there to say about Hircine? Perfectly middle of the road kind of Daedra tbh. He’s a god of the hunt and encompasses all good and bad aspects of that.

7. Namira. I don’t enjoy the cannibalism part but I can vibe with making a god out of the rot and darkness of the world. That’s pretty cool. Her ring was pretty good in oblivion also.

6. Nocturnal. *shakes nocturnal by the shoulders* What do you want? What do you want? What is your problem, lady? Why do you let so many people steal from you?

5. Peryite. Probably the most underrated one. Yeah he’s a god of disease but he mostly keeps to himself and is more of a force of nature than a malevolent presence

4. Vaermina. I kinda vibe with the whole horrible nightmares thing like go off have a surrealist realm of oblivion that changes from one second to the next and feeds off of people’s greatest fears I love that for her

3. Sheogorath. I am a mentally ill person and a creative so why wouldn’t I put the god of creativity and madness high on the list? He’s funny and terrifying. Always a good combination.

2. Malacath. He mostly just cares about the orcs and takes care of them. He’s an overly strict dad and kind of violent but he’s still mostly okay.

1. Azura. As long as you tell her how pretty she is she’ll love you back. And she wants you to love yourself. Her main disadvantage is vanity but there are worse things. She’s the most chill of pretty much all of them.

[nikaandtea]

jayvik deep dive

i've been off tumblr for so long, but I must now make my return after this finale because HOLYYYYY (of course, arcane s2 spoilers below)

first off i'd like to preface this by saying that this will be all over the place, as I'm kind of spewing out my thoughts. These two have been my main ship since the very beginning of the show, ever since Viktor became the reason that Jayce pursued hextech. This entire finale I was sitting there with my jaw on the GROUND. We see Viktor's insecurity well back in season one, and that's no surprise. He refuses to walk the stage with Jayce to represent their shared research, he doesn't want to be a bother to the other's uprise in success. But Jayce always was tender and kind to Viktor. When everyone else seemed to brush him off, Jayce saw the determined man within. The night they met and intially made the big breakthrough made Jayce forever bonded to that will and passion within Viktor. He never saw him as an ill man who did science, he saw him as a scientist that was also unfortunately ill. Jayce's world collapsed (i mean just look at his eyes) when he saw Viktor motionless after the explosion. There is NOTHING brotherly about spending days trying to desperately bring him back to life, and growing teary eyed once he returns to him alive. The parrallels between Mel and Viktor as well. Now as for their final encounter in the realm in the end of episode 9, oh boy. The concept of Viktor finding Jayce in countless lifetimes, putting a puzzle together and never seeming to have one final piece for it. Not knowing the only, again, ONLY person who can give that piece; is Jayce himself. Neither of them could finish their journey. Their affection held them together until the very end. Jayce saying how Viktor was always obsessed on fixing the wrongs within himself and helping other do the same. How in the end, Jayce never saw them as that. He saw them only as things that came together to *be* Viktor. The eventually trust you see in Viktor's eyes. "Why do you persist, after everything I've done?" "Because I promised.". They were obviously so terrified of what was going to happen to them, but they had each other. When Viktor was trying to chase greatness, Jayce was chasing after him. It's such a raw display of emotions and connection between them. Viktor softly rubbing Jayce's arm as they go into the unknown, Jayce's hand around his neck. Oh how I wish I could experienece Viktor actually *feeling* Jayce's embrace after being alone for so long. Also the fact that Sky's presence now makes SO much sense, because she knew Viktor wasn't going to miss her. Because she isn't what made Viktor whole, it was Jayce, always. They love each other in every form. They find each other in every universe.

I also want to say they definitely kissed but the budget didn't allow it. It happened, though.

Fanart soon!