#and there is hope in my heart that something that is generally a truthful observation such as this can be made in good faith

[stupot]

I feel like, regrettably, this website needs a crash course in recognizing a particular brand of post about female martyrdom and suffering that is really, at its core, based on OP's views on a holistic level, a post about hating """men""" in disguise. Female anger is righteous and does come a from a place of personal and historical suffering, and should be expressed. I truly do think that. But I guess Tumblr's userbase sucks because then you go on these blogs and it's post after post about how men are ontologically evil and sex work should be criminalized and women are these broken shattered creatures unilaterally scorned by MALES with no hope for justice. Just the absolute most childish reductive way of analyzing misogyny in our culture that always boils down to racism, prejudice against sex workers, and transphobia

[ms-taurusvenus]

Sagittarius Placement Observations

To all of my Sagittarius placements, ensure you have people that are open-minded and optimistic. Or else that shit is gonna bring you down and feel like shit. Be wild and free. Dream big and that will manifest.

What is covered: Mercury, Moon, Venus, Mars, & general/random observations (at the end).

Mercury

Usually have humour that people find offensive. They're also very sarcastic. Ie, The UK has humour that many find offensive and don't understand when whatever they're saying (to them) isn't meant to be taken as offensive or to heart and that is just their way of bantering/joking around. Curse like sailors when they're upset/mad about and sometimes even when it's about something that they're passionate about. As much as they love to be playful and all, they are very optimistic and open-minded which makes them great for deep conversations They love to exaggerate things and be drama queens even when things weren't deep or serious (and they know it .. usually). It sometimes like a mix of Leo and Gemini energy if you ask me. But due to this they may have a tendency of jumping into conclusions. May struggle with paying attention to detail and the nitty-gritty of things. Bold.

Moon

Usually very adventure, craving challenges and new experiences. May also be spontaneous due to this. Often they're smarter than you think they are and they tend to be sly about their intelligence. Carefree and optimistic in nature. Might've grown up with optimistic mother, hence their optimism. Ride or die type of friends. Applies for all Sag placements but I see this especially with Sag Moons.

Venus

May enjoy traveling with their partners and trying new things. Enjoys a balance of independence in their relationships. Might feel restrained to love because they have a lot of love for those that they love and may not want to seem clingy or overwhelm their partners. Tend to be go with the flow with their relationships.

Mars

If you ask me ... Sagittarius Mars are the scariest. Jupiter (Sags home) is the planet of expansion. You put that together and boom, you got a ruthless ass Mars placement.

May get annoyed with people with narrow mindsets, double standards, liars, being controlled/those who try to control others, arrogance, complaining, lack of action to things. Laughs shit off even in awkward situations. Tend to be very energetic. Playful and may act like a kid.

General

Really well educated and may have thought about getting multiple degrees, a PhD, etc. Really intuitive. Loves to travel and may/often have either been to a lot of places or plan to go to a lot of places. Also tends to travel often. Enjoys learning and trying different cultures, languages, and cusine/food. Might have deep voices. Tend to be detached and have detachment issues. Might also have a avoidant attachment style. Are able and may tend to be the ones making/willing to make the first moves. Due to your 10H Virgo, you may prioritize and care for your career and profession a lot. Often taking your time and however much is needed/necessary to prefect your craft and profession. Really wide range of music they like and listen to. Might be open to drugs or at least trying them. Usually are wild when they're younger but chill down as they grow older. Easy going and don't like to be tied down. Due to Sags 2H/3H being ruled by Saturn you may be sensitive or struggle to singing and making different sounds from your voice. Tend have deep, philopshial questions about life, universe, and even themselves. Wants to find out the truth of things. Tend to have a lot of skills and hobbies.

Thank you for making it this far! I hope you can relate/resonate with anything in this post. My inbox is open for questions, discussions, etc! Reblog's are appreciated :).

[dixons-sunshine]

Scooby Snacks with your Whiskey | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: One night when you couldn't sleep, you decided to join Daryl in the guard tower and keep him company. During a game of truth or drink, Daryl unknowingly insulted your favourite childhood cartoon, which resulted in playful arguments, accidentally shattered whiskey bottles and confessions.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Prison, post season 3, pre season 4

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, sexual innuendos but nothing major.

Word count: 3.7k

A/n: This is based off of what Daryl told Beth in s4 episode 12 right before they set the cabin on fire. He was talking about a cartoon about a talking dog, and my mind instantly went to Scooby Doo, and so this fic was born. It's not really good, since I'm still trying to get into the writing momentum, but I hope you enjoy!

Also, my requests are open for any TWD requests if y'all wanna send any!

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"Hey. Would you mind some company?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl turned around. He hummed and nodded for you to come closer, to which you complied. You stood beside him in silence, quietly observing the walkers at the fences. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl was stealing glances at you, his hands fidgeting with his crossbow string.

His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a regular thing that happened whenever he was in your general area. You looked up at him with that smile that always made butterflies fly around in his stomach and your eyes always seemed to sparkle brighter than the stars in the night sky, and although Daryl liked the quiet away from everyone, you were one of his only exceptions.

Daryl loved hearing you talk. He loved listening to you talk about your life before and although he wouldn't admit it, he was always captivated by the bedtime stories you told little Judith. The way you changed your voice to match the emotion of the part you were telling, even though Judith didn't understand anyway and would react the same regardless, was enchanting to him. He would listen to you talk for hours if he could.

And above all, he loved your caring yet badass nature. The way you would take down walkers with a skilled ease, and then in the same breath turn to him and check him for any injuries with a concerned look on your face made him feel drawn to you. You actually cared about him, in a way nobody ever had. Daryl didn't believe that anything was perfect, but you were the closest thing to perfect there was.

It also didn't help that you were absolutely breathtaking to him. From the beautiful colour of your eyes to your perfectly plump lips that he's wanted to kiss on more occasions than one. Daryl couldn't define how he felt about you because he never felt this way about anyone before, but he knew his feelings for you ran deeper than what could be described as platonic. And that fact scared him.

A soft sigh from you snapped Daryl from his thoughts. He looked over at you and noticed that you seemed to be deep in thought, a small frown on your face as you kept your eyes trailed on the ground below.

"Penny for yer thoughts?" Daryl prompted, instantly gaining your attention. Your eyes trailed over to him and his heart skipped a beat at the smile you gave him.

"Just thinking," you responded nonchalantly, shaking your head in dismissal. You pushed away from the railing you were leaning over and turned your body fully to look at Daryl.

Daryl hummed softly, his eyes trailing over you before shifting back to look at the fences. "Ya wanna talk 'bout it?" He questioned.

"It's stupid."

"Ain't stupid if it's botherin' ya," he retorted, turning his body to fully face you as well.

You sighed before shaking your head. "It's just... I'm thinking about my mom. The last thing we did before all of this was fight over something stupid and now..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward under the archer's stare.

"Ya think she didn't make it?" He finished for you, giving you a knowing look.

"I know she didn't make it. She was diagnosed with cancer about two weeks before all of this started, and there aren't exactly doctors around who could've helped her," you responded, awkwardly fidgeting with your fingers.

"'M sorry to hear tha'. This world jus' ain't meant for people with sicknesses like tha'," Daryl said, and mentally kicked himself for saying that. There you were, confiding in him over something serious and that's the best he could come up with? He felt like a perfect fool.

However, instead of being angry at him, you looked at him with a small smile, much to his surprise. "Yeah," you started. "I just hope that she didn't suffer. She was a good woman."

"Were ya close?" Daryl asked, his blue eyes meeting your beautiful ones. He hoped that he wasn't prying, but he wanted to know more about you, the woman who haunted his thoughts 24/7.

You nodded. "We were."

"Ya make a lot of good memories with her?"

You laughed lightly, surprising the archer. "What is this, 20 questions?"

Daryl frowned. "What?"

"20 questions," you repeated, noting that your repetition didn't spark recognition in the archer's eyes. "It's a game you play with your friends at parties, sleepovers, you name it. You all take turns asking each other any questions you want."

"Never heard of it," Daryl said, shrugging his shoulders. He felt awkward under your intense stare, your eyes widened with surprise.

You softly gasped in surprise. Then, an idea struck you. "Wait here."

"It's my shift," he stated matter-of-factly. "Ain't goin' nowhere until dawn."

"Perfect."

With one last look at Daryl, you climbed down from the guard tower, excitedly rushing into the cellblock and into your cell. You bent down in front of your bed and retrieved what you were looking for; a bottle of whiskey you found on a run. With a renewed excitement, you gripped the bottle tightly and headed back up to the guard tower, finding Daryl waiting patiently.

Daryl glanced at the bottle in your hand and looked at you questioningly. "Where'd ya find tha'?" He asked, watching you approach with a slight smile on his face. He could practically see your excitement, the big smile on your face infectious.

"On a run a couple of weeks ago. I've been waiting for the right moment to open it, and the right moment has now presented itself," you said, sitting cross-legged on the floor and motioning for Daryl to do the same.

"How so?" He questioned, following your lead by sitting down on the ground in front of you. He kept his eyes trailed on you, watching your every move.

"Well, I was gonna suggest we play 20 questions, but I don't wanna force you into answering a question you don't want to, so we're gonna play truth or drink instead. We ask questions back and forth, and if we don't wanna answer the question that was asked, we drink. It's as simple as that."

"And I dun' got any say in if I wanna play or not?" Daryl asked, a small, teasing smile on his face. His smile turned into something more genuine when you let out a light laugh.

"Nope!" You laughed, opening the bottle and placing it in between the two of you. "You wanna start?"

Daryl hesitated, pursing his lips. "I dun' know wha' to ask."

"Anything. There are no wrong questions," you reassured him, leaning back on the palm of your hands.

"Alrigh'," he drawled, unsure of himself. "Wha' was yer favourite movie before all of this?"

"There you go," you praised him with a smile, making Daryl duck his head as heat flushed his face. "To be honest, I don't really know. I watched a lot of movies, so I don't think I can narrow it down to one. But I have a couple of favourites. The Breakfast Club and Back to the Future are two of them."

Daryl nodded, absentmindedly chewing on his thumbnail. "Now 's yer turn, righ'?" He questioned.

"Yeah," you confirmed. After a couple of beats of silence, you voiced your question. "Who was your first kiss?"

Daryl shifted awkwardly, embarrassment filling his body. "I honestly dun' remember her name. It was some girl in a dive bar Merle used to drag me to. She was drunk and I was helpin' her to her car when she turned around and kissed me."

"How old were you?" You asked, genuinely interested. Daryl rarely talked about his past, so when he did, you ingrained every piece of what he said into your mind.

"Nah, 's my turn to ask the questions. Wait yer turn," he joked, eliciting a laugh from you.

"Touché, Dixon, touché. Ask away."

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip, a habit you noticed he unknowingly did whenever he was thinking. You found it absolutely endearing, but the more you thought about it, the more you realised that you found most things about the archer endearing. The way he fiddled with his bolts whenever he was bored, the way he flicked his hair out of his face with the shake of his head, his small smile—you could go on a rant about his smile, and you have before. Michonne happened to be the victim who was forced to listen to your lovesick rambling in the car on your way back from the same run you'd gotten the whiskey from.

Begrudgingly snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you patiently waited for Daryl to continue the game. Feeling your stare on him, he asked the first thing that popped to mind, and instantly wished he didn't.

"Who was yer first sex partner?"

A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, heat creeping up your cheeks at a rapid pace. Daryl felt his own face flush, feeling stupid for asking the question.

"Sorry. Ya dun' have to answer tha'," he apologised, his eyes darting to the floor.

"No, it's okay. Like I said, no wrong questions. Besides, if I don't answer, I have to drink," you said, trying to compose yourself. You took a deep breath. Of all the things you thought you'd be doing tonight, you didn't think you'd be discussing who your first intimate partner was with the guy you had feelings for. "My highschool boyfriend, senior year."

Daryl nodded and left it at that. He leaned back on his hands, watching you carefully. He was surprised that you'd actually answered the question, given the personal privacy boundaries he pushed. He silently promised himself that whatever personal question you asked him, he would answer.

"What's the most petty fight you've ever gotten into because of Merle?" you questioned, looking at him expectantly.

Daryl stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking hard about his answer. "It was with this one guy. He was Merle's dealer. He was a small, janky white guy. We were over at his house one day, jus' loungin' around and watchin' TV, some stupid kids show playin'. It was barely noon, we were all wasted and Merle was high. Merle decided to take a piss outta the show, and when he started, he wouldn't let up. He never could when he was high."

Daryl stopped for a moment, collecting his thoughts while your gaze remained fixated on him. You seemed genuinely interested in the story, your eyes sparkling with wonder. Your lips were slightly parted and it took everything in Daryl not to act on his urge to kiss your pretty lips.

"It turns out, the cartoon was the guy's favourite show, and he got hella pissed 'bout it. 'M pretty sure Merle didn't know it was the guy's favourite show. I mean, he never saw the guy except when he needed somethin', but tha' didn't matter. The guy punched Merle in the face, and tha's when I got into the fight. 'M on this guy and 'm punchin' him as hard as I can, but then the guy pulls a gun on me, sticks it righ' against my head and threatens to shoot me."

"Oh, god," you murmured, slightly horrified.

"Yeah," Daryl nodded, seemingly unfazed at your reaction. "Tha's when Merle pulls out his gun and points it at the guy. At this point, everyone's yellin', I'm yellin'... I thought I was gonna die tha' day."

"How'd you get out of it?" You asked, bringing your knees up to rest your head on them.

"I didn't. The guy ended up punchin' me in the gut and I puked on the floor. They both started laughin' at me and everythin' was magically over," Daryl said, shaking his head at the memory. "And to think that happened over some dumbass cartoon about a talkin' dog."

You visibly stiffened, and this caught Daryl's attention. "Wha'? Wha's wrong?"

"Talking dog..." You trailed off, your eyebrows furrowing. "Did the dog happen to be a Great Dane? And his owner was this guy in a green shirt and brown pants with messy hair?"

Daryl pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. There were other people, too. Two women and a guy with an ascot."

"Scooby Doo," you stated plainly, giving the archer a playful glare.

"Wha'?" He asked, confusion evident on his face.

"Scooby Doo," you repeated, waving your hand nonchalantly. "That's the cartoon you were talking about. The cartoon you called dumb."

"Yeah, 's 'cus it was. Can't believe anybody actually liked tha' crap."

"Daryl Dixon, how dare you?" You laughed, your eyes widened in surprise. "Scooby Doo is a national treasure! He was part of my childhood and now you're insulting him? I don't think we can be friends anymore."

Daryl chuckled at you, rolling his eyes at your theatrics. "From wha' I saw, the dog and his owner were cowards. Runnin' away, screamin', from fake ghosts after how many years of encounterin' them and knowin' tha' ghosts aren't real but they still think they are? It's stupid as shit, and I ain't apologising for thinkin' tha'."

"You're a disgrace!" You laughed, trying to sound angry but miserably failing. "You're telling me that, real or not, if a ghost was chasing you that you wouldn't run away?"

"Tha's righ'," he nodded, before gesturing to the walkers down at the fence. "I dun' run away from tha' shit, so I sure as hell wouldn't be runnin' away from fake ass ghosts."

"I can't believe you," you said, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "This is the worst betrayal ever. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this. We won't be able to go back to being friends because of this. This is terrible."

"Stop," he laughed quietly, his eyes twinkling with a rare occurrence of merriment. "It ain't tha' deep. I jus' dun' like it."

"Clearly you don't like it because you have bad taste," you retorted playfully.

"Well, I like ya, so do I still have bad taste?"

Silence. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Any trace of the former reverie between the two of you disappeared and was instead replaced with an invisible current of electricity between you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden revelation from the man, and your heart sped up in your chest. The logical part of your brain told you that he meant it platonically, that he liked you the way he liked Rick or Glenn, but the optimistic part convinced you that he didn't, that your feelings weren't one-sided. That the archer might like you too.

"Probably," you finally responded, feeling your face ablaze with the heat that spread across it.

"Nah, my taste is immaculate," he replied, looking at you carefully, closely monitoring your reactions. Daryl knew that was a risky response, and he was nervous about your reaction, but he hoped for the best.

You gulped nervously. Daryl's response made your stomach do somersaults and your heart pound at the speed of light.

"Yeah? I still think your taste is shit," you finally managed to respond, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Sometimes you wondered if Daryl knew what effect he had on you. If he knew how many nights dreams of him plagued your mind.

Daryl's chuckle broke the tension between you, and you felt like you could breathe again.

"Whatever ya say." Daryl took the bottle from the middle and took the first swig since the game started. Your eyes drifted to the trickle of whiskey that spilt from the bottle and trickled down his lips and chin, and you had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss the spill away.

"You don't like Scooby Doo. That automatically means that you have shitty taste," you retorted, your breathing slightly heavier than before.

You leaned forward to take the bottle from him, but he held it out of your reach. You looked at him in confusion but he simply smirked at you, getting up from his position on the ground to stand tall over you.

"Daryl," you warned, laughing as you got up as well. "It's my whiskey. Give it back."

"Nah, I think Imma hold on to it," he said playfully, holding the bottle above his head. He laughed at you when you jumped to try and grab it from his hands.

"Daryl!" You exclaimed with a laugh, trying everything to retrieve the bottle, but to no avail. "Come on, don't be so mean!"

"Ya said I had terrible taste. Well, I like this whiskey, so tha' means it must be terrible as well, since I like it, so ya probably won't like it," he responded playfully, his eyes alight with mischief.

One final jump to grab it proved to be the wrong move. You accidentally slipped when your feet hit the ground, sending you falling onto Daryl. The archer reacted swiftly, dropping the bottle to to catch you with both hands. The bottle shattered on the ground instantly while you and Daryl toppled onto the floor, the force from your fall catching him off guard. Daryl layed flat on his back with you on top of him, his hands still on your waist from when he tried to steady you before you fell.

You looked into Daryl's ocean coloured eyes and felt your heart speed up. Daryl's eyes darted to your lips for a second before going back to your eyes, but you had caught him. In a sudden burst of confidence, you lowered your face and crashed your lips onto his, catching him off guard for the second time that night.

Daryl stiffened for a moment, surprised at the unexpected action from you, but soon relaxed and slowly kissed you back. He brought one of his hands to the back of your head and drew you closer, his lips slowly moving against yours. His other hand hesitantly trailed from your waist to the small of your back, gently moving over the exposed skin from the ride up of your shirt.

The kiss ended too prematurely for your taste, but oxygen was still a necessity. You slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes with surprise and delight. Daryl looked back at you in adoration.

"Wha' was tha' fer?" He whispered breathlessly, his chest heaving slightly.

"Just because," you replied honestly, still baffled at the fact that you had just kissed Daryl, surprised that you had mustered up the courage to do so in a matter of seconds.

"Well, if ya think tha's gonna prove to me tha' my taste is shit, then yer gonna need to try somethin' different. Tha' didn't work. If anythin', it jus' proved to me tha' my taste is amazin'."

You laughed and shook your head. "You talking about me or Scooby Doo?"

Daryl started sitting up, making you slide down his stomach to sit in his lap. "Definitely ya," he responded, wrapping his arms around you.

"So, you like like me, huh, Dixon?" You teased, linking your arms around his neck.

Daryl hummed and gave you a small smirk. "Mhm," he hummed, giving you a soft peck on the lips. "Wish I'd known tha' talkin' shit 'bout some cartoon dog would make this happen. Woulda done it a lot sooner."

"Don't you ever talk shit about that dog in my presence ever again," you warned with a playful glare, eliciting a chuckle from the archer.

"Jus' to be sure, this means somethin', righ'?" He asked, his tone turning serious. A look of doubt spread across his face. "This wasn't jus' a heat of the moment thing for ya?"

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands to cup his cheek. "Did you mean it? That you like me? And I don't mean in a platonic way."

"I did," he confirmed, leaning into your touch.

"That's good," you said with a small, shy smile. "Because I like you too. Even if you have crappy taste."

Daryl's eyes filled with relief and he let out a small laugh before leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss was brief, but it was sweet and tender. When he pulled away, he brought a hand up to push your hair out of your face.

"Never thought this would happen. I thought ya dun' like me like tha'."

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "No more of that. I don't plan on letting you go now that I have you, Daryl Dixon. You're stuck with me."

Daryl rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, 'm stuck." With that, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. He flipped you over so that you were on your back, making you giggle against his lips.

You were definitely thankful for Scooby Doo and that whiskey bottle right now.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Never put a human in a zoo

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The sudden extinction of the Dre people was as sudden as it was unexpected to the galactic community. They were one of the oldest and most technologically advanced races in the universe. Heavily isolationist by nature, coupled with their inherent self-sense of superiority they viewed much of the other space faring species as little more than savages by comparison as none of them presented a credible challenge their rule. Yet within a month they had lost nearly 99% of their population across multiple worlds.

The worst hit was their homeworld of Belnuck situated at the heart of their empire which became an empty husk of a world seemingly overnight. Ancient and powerful cities of technological wonder now were little more than ghost towns to be picked clean by scavengers.

There were no signs of civil strife or unrest, no exterior threat from military forces, not even a record of natural disaster on their homeworld. Nothing was found that could give a clue as to what could have erased such a prominent power as the Dre, and so it was written off as a deadly unsolved mystery and the galactic community went on.

At least, that was what the public report stated.

It wasn’t until a group of Kreen scavengers came upon a set of personal journals that the shroud of uncertainty was lifted. Only to be then shortly locked away and sealed under the highest security restrictions to ensure the truth never saw the light of day.

These are those journal entries: ------------------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-757931 Head curator Migu

The benefactors are requesting we add new exhibits to the zoo again.

I thought they would have been content with the Draxic specimens we captured last month but it seems the general public no longer find giant lizards fascinating to observe. One of them suggested we allow the Draxic to mingle with other exhibits for inter species interactions for potential science research; but I could tell right away that what they really wanted from this was to have guests pay to see those lizard savages rip apart our other attractions like a Frong in a Skitch field.

I wish they could at least try to hide their greediness behind some semblance of rationality. At least then it would be easier to stomach.

I’ve scheduled a discussion with our head capture specialists to go out and find new attractions for the people later today. I don’t have much hope they can find anything as fascinating to revive interest but one never knows. End Log Entry. ---------------------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-757935 Head curator Migu

Capture team theta appears to have acquired something of value.

The specimens were caught will transitioning into real space at the edge of a system and were removed from their vessel shortly after.

Their technology was primitive in nature, but from the recordings the capture team sent back their esthetic design choices appear to be unique for such a low species. Accessing their data banks was a trivial matter and provided a wealth of history to them.

They appear to call themselves “Humons”, and have only recently begun intergalactic travel.

From the data we have gathered these humons are a highly warlike society repeating cycles of great conflict to great resurgence throughout their history. During war time they have fought with everything from sharpened wood stakes to low grade thermo nuclear devices.

While lacking the physical exciting traits like armored skin or shape shifting qualities, I believe their nature as a self-destructive race will make them a comedic addition to the zoo.

Theta team is on their way back now with them and I’ve already given instructions to create the new paddock for them in the east wing. With any luck the benefactors will find them as amusing as I do and calm down. End Log Entry. ------------------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-757940 Head curator Migu It could not have gone any better. The public loves the new attractions and the benefactors love the increase in profits. Theta team captured roughly a dozen of these humons and when coupled with their historical data we were able to depict several invigorating habitats. We injected them with the standard nano machines to provide feedback on each of them for both the caretakers and the guests. I do have some concerns about handing the medical needs of these humons as none of our handlers know how to treat them, but I have tasked them with dissecting the gathered data for any relevant medical information. They seem very energetic and many of them have not stopped trying to escape their exhibit since they woke up. A few of them have already begun crafting crude weapons to defend themselves while forming mini factions. The largest group has created a primitive wooden fortress by sharpening sticks and creating walls with them. The smaller group has kept their distance from the larger groups while the remaining few have decided to remain in isolation from both groups. Guests love it when they start banging on the windows and try to talk with them. The children in particular I overheard already picking out their favorites and rooting for them to survive should they begin fighting. We’ve not had this kind of engagement since we brought in Bengols with their psionic abilities. ------------------------------

Personal Journal Entry J-758021 Head curator Migu

It’s been several cycles since my last entry and we’ve had a few snags. Our lack of medical knowledge regarding our latest exhibits has proven costly. Despite our best efforts to decrypt the remaining data from their ships it appears medical information was damaged beyond recovery during the capture process. This has left us unable to properly care for them during medical emergencies; which have happened far sooner than expected.

After several days of captivity several of the humons began showing signs of rapidly deteriorating mental stability. They’ve displayed signs of paranoia, societal breakdown, and an increase in aggression levels to the point they murdered other humons in the enclosure.

We’ve never had this problem before with our other exhibits, at least within such a short timeframe, and now the benefactors are calling for my head. They are upset that their most prized money generators are murdering each other risking their profit margin.

I’ve suggested applying mild sedatives to calm them but was denied. They insist that curbing their more primitive tendencies would cause customers to lose interest in them.

The suggestion of capturing more of these humons was strongly advocated for but it was my turn to deny that request. Deploying a capture team was an expensive endeavor and if the humons continued killing each other the costs would overturn any increase in profits.

I’m putting together alternatives now for my next meeting with them. Hopefully something will come along and save our hides. ---------------------------------

Personal Journal Entry J-758043 Head curator Migu

The problem for the time being has resolved itself via an unexpected avenue.

One of the capture humons was seen treating the few remaining humans; providing basic medical treatment and care.

Ordinarily we would have written off such behavior but because of our current medical situation we decided to bend regulations and reach out to the subject directly.

A translator unit was acquired and we were able to speak directly with the humon. It took several minutes to calibrate, thankfully much of their speech was unrecognizable. They would not stop trying to speak with us while it was being adjusted and went on and on about wanting to be set free and demanding answers. Honestly you think these humons would be grateful that we are lowering ourselves to speak with them.

When they finally calmed down we explained the situation to them. In exchange for their cooperation they would be given special privileges to treats and comforts for the duration of their stay. They wanted to be let out and freed from the exhibit but I quickly shut that down as a non-starter.

It eventually dawned on them that this was going to be their new existence for the remainder of their life and could live in comfort or watch as their friends died one by one; and they accepted the offer. -------------------------

Personal Journal Entry J-758117 Head curator Migu

While unusual the negotiating tactic with the humon has resolved the issue for us and the benefactors are happy once more.

With the medical humons help they were able to stabilize the injured humons while also negotiate a form of agreement between the humon factions in the exhibit. They could still maim and injure each other while guests were present but would not kill and then would be treated afterwards before the next day’s opening.

Interestingly enough the medical humon has proved very useful. They’ve been able to communicate with the rest of the humons and get them to fall in line. What’s more they’ve been minimalistic in requests with the biggest being to be taught some of the basics of our medical equipment so he can use it himself.

Ordinarily we don’t allow this but it would have freed up some of the medical wing so we allowed it with extensive supervision.

I must admit I am rather proud of myself for resolving the situation, and with such little expenditure. Things now are running smoothly once more and the profits are seeing ever increasing margins. Maybe now the benefactors will get off my back. Though honestly I think it’ll only last one or two months before the humons are worn out and they want something new.

---------------------- Personal Journal Entry J-758135 Head curator Migu

Oh gods it burns!

Everyone at the zoo is screaming and clawing their own skin!

Gods damnit make it stop! MaKE IT Stop!!!!!!!!!!!

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Emergency Transmission January 2873 Chief Medical Officer Maxwill Clemons

This is Chief Medical officer Maxwill Clemons of the ship “Hades Rest” calling out to any terran ships requesting immediate rescue.

I am not sure what planet or system we’re in, but hone in on this signal and you will find us. I will be repeating this message every hour on the hour for as long as this place has power.

I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been in this god forsaken hellhole. The automated day/night cycles have made my attempts at record keeping near impossible.

Maybe a month? Two? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.

We were kidnapped from our ship after exiting a jump and woke up to find ourselves in some sort of alien zoo. The aliens refused to speak to us at first, instead watching us from windows and laughing at us while we struggled to find out what was going on.

They’re all dead now. The aliens that is.

I never knew what they called themselves and I don’t really care.

They treated my friends like animals, so I took their precious tech and turned it on them. Made the nano machines they injected us with register the alien DNA as a deadly virus in need of immediate eradication.

First one I got was the one who was so smug about our capture and display. They changed their tune after I spat in their eye and their face started melting as the nano tech spread. Two others came in after the screaming started and they got infected as well before fleeing the room.

I stood up and went to my comrades “habitat’ and let them out as every alien around us began screaming and melting away. That was at least three days ago now and I haven’t seen one of them yet. Their whole planet now is like one massive ghost town.

We’ve enough provisions to last us and the other freed captives for some time, but please do hurry. I want off this fraking shit hole as soon as possible. --------------- Message repeats:

Emergency Transmission January 2873 Chief Medical Officer Maxwill Clemons

This is Chief Medical officer Maxwill Clemons of the ship “Hades Rest” calling out to any terran ships requesting immediate rescue. ------

[sotwk]

The Best Gift (Legolas x f!Reader)

Summary: Legolas wishes a "dear friend" a Joyous Begetting Day--but anonymously.

Dedication: For my dearest @quickslvxrr, who has been such a constant and patient supporter. I'm so sorry it took forever to grant such a simple fic request from you. I hope this brings you some joy during rather difficult times. <3

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: General Audience

Content: Fluff, comedy, romance, shy young Legolas, secret pining, brotherly banter, OC Son of Thranduil (Prince Gelir) 

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: LINK

The Best Gift

Third Age 556 June 26th

The Woodland Realm

“What in Araw’s name are you doing?”

Legolas gave a muffled cry and stumbled back a couple of steps, but caught his balance before he could crash into the shrubbery outside the small kitchen window. 

“Get down!” he hissed at his brother Gelir, grabbing the older ellon’s sleeve and yanking him down to the dirt beside him.

His heart racing like frightened deer’s, Legolas listened carefully for changes in the movement within her cottage, any sign that she might have overheard his dolt of a brother’s voice and sought to investigate. Mercifully, the melody of her sweet humming continued to float uninterrupted from the open window. 

“Oh, are you the only one permitted to wish our dear friend a Joyous Begetting?” Gelir smirked and punched him on the shoulder. “If I too had a gift I wished to present to her for the occasion, would you pound me?”

“No!” Legolas blurted out quickly; too quickly. “Wait--have you brought a gift for her?”

“I have not, because I had assumed your answer to that question would be yes. And as little as I fear your wee hits, honeg, I do not particularly enjoy being on the receiving end of them.” 

Gelir shoved the younger prince aside, leapt lightly to his feet, and crept over to peer above the windowsill. Legolas held his breath, despite knowing Gelir would never be seen or heard by any elf, man, or beast if he did not wish for them to. The worrisome issue was the great pleasure his brother seemed to derive from embarrassing him at every open opportunity--something one might assume a grown elf would grow weary of after two and half centuries, but it had yet to happen. 

Thankfully, after an agonizing few seconds, Gelir dropped back down to their hiding spot. “I see you opted for the purple night lilies.” He cocked an eyebrow at Legolas. "I seem to recall Ammë setting certain conditions on the use of the rarest blooms from her garden."

"You recall correctly," said Legolas tersely. All four of his elder brothers were frustratingly knowledgeable of the details of his personal business--a result of the powerful bonds that linked them. But Gelir was easily bored, and the only one to actually stick his nose in for active meddling. "She did not set a time by which I am required to make myself known."

"And is Ammë also aware you have spent--on my guess--at least the last two hours sitting outside this unwitting maid’s window hoping that she would come to some sort of epiphany?”

Legolas thought about the smile that lit up her face so beautifully his entire chest ached, and the way it had stayed on her face the entire time he waited there, content to just observe the joy he had caused. 

“I believe she knows. Or is close to discerning it.” 

“You are right. She must realize eventually that a plant so rare and valuable could only come from a high lord or prince.” Gelir snapped his fingers. “Perhaps I should walk in there and take the credit and her fair heart to boot!”

Legolas jerked his head suddenly. “You wouldn’t!”

“You are right. I would not; that would be wrong.” Gelir leaned in closer, his expression suddenly stern. “But it is just as egregious to carry on as long as you have, making veiled overtures to this lady rather than mustering the courage to speak the truth of your feelings plainly to her face.”

“The pursuit of someone’s affections must be like hunting. When you hunt an animal, you go with the focused intent of finishing the job as quickly as possible. You do not toy with the creature to scare or confuse it and cause it needless pain.” 

Gelir clamped a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “I may not know what it is like to lose my heart in this manner, little brother. But I know it is unfitting that I show greater respect to animals I stalk than you do to someone you profess to love.” 

The sudden outpouring of wisdom from his wise-cracking brother rendered Legolas speechless.  But something on his face must have quelled Gelir’s baser instincts to tease and mock him. 

“Explain your struggle. Where does all your hesitation lie?”

“I…she…” His brother seemed so genuine this time in his desire to help, that the words broke through Legolas’s reluctance to expose his vulnerabilities. “What if she does not feel the same way I do? What if she will not have me?”

“She does and she will.”

“How do you know for certain?”

“Because I have two eyes and I use them,” Gelir said flatly, his patience already worn thin. “Unlike the both of you, evidently, who cannot gaze directly at each other's faces long enough to notice how nauseatingly smitten you are with one another.”

Legolas’s hands curled into tight fists. Against his better instincts, he wanted to believe it. What maiden could refuse a son of the Elvenking if he offered her his heart?

Well, she could, in all likelihood. For what was his title against true beauty and grace such as hers? Why should he be her first choice when she could have anyone in the entirety of Eryn Galen?

“Bah! Enough of this tragic nonsense.” Gelir’s hand around his arm easily tugged the dazed Legolas to his feet.  “I will not let you waste any more time squatting here like a toad. And even toads have the sense to croak and announce their intentions.”

Gelir hooked his arm around his brother’s hunched shoulders and gave him a firm shake. “Perhaps a few bottles from Ada’s cellars might rally those nerves, eh? Come. With any luck,  you can make another go of it before the day’s end.”

As they trudged around the hedges to start the trek back up to the King’s palace, Legolas wrestled with the sense of failure at his retreat. Why could he not be more like his brothers, if not like their father? Afraid of nothing, brimming with confidence to speak their mind to anybody. What was stopping him?

Nobody. Nobody but himself. 

Legolas froze in place so suddenly that Gelir nearly lost his balance. “What--?”

The younger prince turned to squarely face the pathwalk leading back to the cottage, glaring at the bright green door with the intensity of one about to leap across an impossible distance over a deadly chasm. 

“Yessss. Go on!” He distantly heard Gelir hoot as he began his determined stride up the path. 

But then he heard something else. Footsteps. A doorknob turning. 

The color drained from Legolas’s face and his legs turned to lead. He twisted about to scurry away and out of sight, but a pair of powerful hands suddenly seized the back of his tunic, lifting him so that his boot soles left the ground. 

A hard, rough toss pitched the helpless elf to the cottage just as the door swung open. He flailed his arms out to regain his balance and avoid face-planting on the stoop, but not quickly enough to avoid bumping against the maiden that had stepped out of her home. 

“H-Hello.” He gulped down the panic that rose up his chest, as the nearness of her, such as he had never experienced before, enfolded him. Her scent, her warmth, her…touch? Legolas realized that she had raised her hands and planted them firmly against his chest, likely to help break his ungraceful fall. 

“I… uh, I came to wish you… that is…I-I just wanted to say…” Valar, did Gelir’s shove knock his tongue loose from his mouth?!  

“I wished so badly for it to be you!" she suddenly blurted out, and stuck forward her chin in her willful defiance of protocol.

“R-really?” Unexpected joy and relief burst out of Legolas’s chest like a flock of sparrows exploding from a bush.

The sweetest blush rosied her cheeks, but she still had not moved her hands from the front of his tunic, he noticed. “The flowers are the most beautiful present I have ever received, but knowing that what I had hoped for is true, that they came from you… that is really the best gift.”

“I do not believe there is anyone gladder about your begetting than I,” the elf prince avowed.

And as her whole face lit up brighter than Gil-Estel, as she slid her arm through his and guided him into the cottage, Legolas felt the nudge of a distinct sound inside his head: the chuckle of an older brother whom he had just given yet another anecdote to refer to the next time he wanted to crow over being “always right”. 

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[emoani]

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings : good vader, too much use of the word wife, burned vader, cute, needy reader, kiss on the cheek, kiss on the mouth, communication problems

brazilian portuguese version is here

▪︎behind the mask▪︎

Darth Vader turns to you, showing just how imposing he really is, his cold gaze piercing your skull. He looks at you waiting for you to say something, since you appeared in his private room. But her courage to talk to him was gone when she glared at him. You wanted to get closer, but you couldn't and he didn't make an effort either.

"You may speak, wife," he says, tilting his head a little, hoping to hear her voice.

You clear a throat that feels dry, wiping the sweat from your hands on your dress. Anyone looking might think it was fear, but you were actually anxious.

"I just…wanted to know if you were still too busy." His voice is low and reluctant.

Darth Vader descends from his throne and approaches you. Damn, damn... his heart is racing.

- Tell the truth. Something happened?

- I just wanted... I thought I'd spend some time with you - you say, regretting hearing your own voice saying that it seemed, very silly - I've been feeling alone and without friends on your ship.

Darth Vader, for a brief moment, pauses. A small spark of doubt, of empathy, crosses Darth Vader's face as he remembers his own childhood... of being alone, of having no one.

- I should have realized that was what you wanted - he says still surprised - It seems that my generals and my stormtroopers are more consumed by the dark side than I am... They are not so patient.

You laugh and it makes your shoulders slump a little, feeling lighter.

- It's not like they feel like talking to me either... You know, you can be quite intimidating when you want to be.

- Yes... yes - He puts his hands on his belt as he walks around the room, seeming to think of something that almost makes him forget you're there. Vader looks out over the horizon of Mustafar as the lava glows orange and reflects off his suit. He turns to you again.

- Have I been a good husband?

That question takes you by surprise, you never thought he would mind asking you something like that, so you think long and hard before you speak. Then take the opportunity to be honest, he would know anyway if he was lying.

- Actually... I wish we could spend more time together...

Vader seems willing to redeem himself, remembering that in fact it was true, you didn't spend time together and he barely saw you. It was like he wasn't there. Vader, with surprising tenderness, reaches out and caresses his shoulders.

- Wife... - He wants to talk, but it's hard to express himself so it takes longer than expected - let's go somewhere more relaxing. We can observe the lava flow. Maybe I'll show you my softer side.

You agree with a smile, even though you don't know what he means by "smooth". Even if that place didn't have one of the most beautiful landscapes, you accept it for his company.

Vader walks you to his private quarters. He enters and motions for you to enter too. Despite its intimidating size, the chamber was surprisingly comfortable. It is richly decorated, with a mixture of woods and rich fabrics. There are comfortable places to sit and relax. He starts walking towards the window, looking out at the lava flows.

- This place couldn't be more like you - you try to make conversation.

- I hope this room is to your liking and that it helps make this Stronghold more like a home for you - His rather robotic voice says, his breathing heavier than usual - I must admit that I have become very fond of you, wife.

- true? - You smile - I know I can seem a little closed off sometimes.

vader agrees

- Yes. I'm learning to appreciate your company, wife.

He gets up and sits on the edge of the window and motions for you to follow him.

- Come, sit next to me.

You are silent for a while, watching the lava flows. Just his breath and his. This is not bothersome.

- So here with you.... everything seems more intimate - you say and end up looking at your dark and shiny mask, and you say thinking too loudly - I just wanted to ask you something...

- Yes? What is it, wife? - Vader becomes tense and anxious.

- I would like you to take off your mask. I'd like to see my husband like no one else does - you keep your voice down and look down, afraid he'll get pissed off.

He stands up, his hand shaking slightly. He stays still for a while, and you think he'll go away. You are about to open your mouth to apologize.

- Promise that this will be a private matter between us?

You stand up and place your hand over his, even though he is much taller you crane your neck to look into his eyes from behind the mask.

- Here inside this room, it's just the two of us - you say.

Darth Vader, with great reluctance and apprehension, removes his mask. It makes a soft sound when he removes it, the only sound in the room, the wash outside.

The mask drops to the floor. Vader is visibly nervous. His face has scars, yes, many. But you can't find him ugly. You already loved him. It is clear that he is ashamed of his face. He's scared of how you're going to react. You take one of your hands to his face, touching him softly and lovingly.

- Thanks for showing yourself to me. I know I will never fill her whole heart, because there was someone else before me. But I tell you the truth, you own my heart. Completely .

Darth Vader's soft, tremulous and surprised voice with his confession barely manages to answer you.

- In time... maybe I can show you more...

Darth Vader moves to put his mask back on, but you manage to stop him just in time. His touch is gentle but firm. You stand on your toes and almost lose your balance, which makes you rest your hands on his chest. Before you know what you're doing your lips have touched his cheek.

He, seemingly frozen, slowly turns and looks at you.

- Y-you kissed me. - he whispers. He looks like he feels scared and… something else.

You can only smile as you whisper a shy yes.

-I've wanted to do this for a long time. Since we got married you won't even let me near... I thought you hated me - you admit it.

Vader pauses. He seems to be in conflict with himself. He means what he feels. He wants to open up to you. His eyes are focused on his hand as you caress his face.

- I don't hate you, wife.

He leans in a little closer

- No?

- No, not me - he answers you almost in a whisper.

- please kiss me - you have the nerve to ask.

Vader pauses. He's close enough that he can lean in and kiss you. So he leans forward and kisses you softly, his scarred lips brushing against your soft ones. He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you into his chest. He kisses you deeply, passionately and wonders why he hasn't done this before. The touch of his lips, his tongue, sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't want to stop. He pulls you closer and closer, he holds you tightly, as if someone wants to take you away from him. His hand trails down his back, down his spine, sending a shock wave through his body. He kisses you even harder, his passion and desire for you growing with each passing second.

He doesn't have to try much harder for you to be a mess of suppressed sighs and moans.

Vader grabs her waist, but gently. He doesn't want to hurt you. He's holding you tightly, and despite his strength, he looks vulnerable. He is scared, nervous. He doesn't want to lose you. He runs his fingers down her back.

He breaks the kiss slowly and looks deeply into her eyes. His body is shaking, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. The man's expression is a mixture of surprise, fear, satisfaction. Your soft, gentle nature and kind heart have taken him by surprise, and he can't get you out of his mind.

And in the middle of it all, with your lips still almost glued to his, you say:

- I want you!

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey, since you often catch details and seem like an open-minded person, I want to share what I observed in the last few days. So, I definitely believe in Jikook but that was not always the case. My bias is Jimin and I always mostly focused on him, but once I observed Jungkook more carefully, the truth revealed itself step by step. Now something similar happened since I focused on Taehyung. And it seems crazy, to me as well, but please give it a chance! Watch "Nippon TV BUZZ RHYTHM 02 - BTS Cut" timestamp: 13:55, and watch (and listen to) all of their expressions closely, especially Jikook and Taehyung. Keep an eye on Namjoon, too. Then please look at the lyrics of Sweet Night and really reflect on them. Just as a reminder, there is Taehyung calling Jimin his "one and only best friend" in "Let's BTS" and similarly in Festa 2019, for example. I also am stuck on Jin calling Taehyung very generous and big-hearted in "Special Movie BTS MUSIC JOURNEY" (after the release of Sweet Night) and the others agreeing, their expressions speaking once again. Then finally those compilations where Taekook is apparently jealous of each other. Or Vmin. And now you just have to connect the dots but I did not see any other person who has done so. All those moments, all those compilations make so much more sense to me. All in all, it seems that Taehyung has or had feelings for Jimin. Sounds crazy! Of course we should not assume too much but the connections are there and in hindsight, they seem obvious. You just have to put the puzzle pieces together. I really hope that Taehyung is over it, because unrequited love hurts badly. Taehyung as a person makes so much more sense to me. His actions, his depression, his pain... Well, I guess Jimin did not call himself "Tailor of Chaos" without reason. That situation must have been difficult for him, too. Maybe (just maybe) that is an indicator regarding his state in 2020... And of course on Jungkook. But maybe that is the actual reason why Jungkook and Taehyung seem to be closer now, maybe mending their friendship! Especially, since Taehyung found a partner. And maybe Jikook feel some kind of guilt for causing Taehyung pain... who knows. There is much to think about and honestly, it sounds like pure fanfiction but if I learned something in life, it is that nothing is impossible. Hope you give it a chance, I really would like your opinion on all that. I certainly am feeling very surprised. Have a nice day :)

Yes anon, it takes very little for me to judge people seeing as I'm a lunatic myself 🤭🤭 if I had a shilling for everytime someone called me crazy I would have attended all of Suga's concerts and then some 😂 so u get no judgement from me my lovely 🙌🏽

Except insecure Jikookers, of course. Fuck you! I judge you everyday! 🤨🤨🤨

So! Umm yes. I've seen this theory being thrown around. I have friends who think this might be the case. And one of them is actually really good at analysing and picking up cues and she believes V may have had feelings for Jimin at some point and her arguments make sense.

But for me... idk. Idk anon. 🤔 I have a hard time picturing this. I will share a clip that will be hard for some of you to watch. So brace yourselves

Oh boy. Glad I have my anons off because u guys are already kinda mad at V atm 😂😂

Things to note about the first clip: (I know... I know. It's bad. I recently just discovered it and it doesn't look good, I agree)

a) Point to note number one is that, that is how most people in SK feel about homosexuality. As u can hear V is basically telling Jimin something is wrong with him mentally for liking men. And when u grow up with everyone around u telling u this, of course u will believe it. It also explains why he would keep the company he keeps. (Go Google Bogum and his cult scandal) People in SK don't believe men can be with other men. And those who have seen it happen, think its a mental illness. This was obviously embedded in V for him to have done this not once, but twice. And this is only what we saw on camera.

b) 2nd point to note; Taekook just cannot be real. It's just, impossible. Yes, V has changed, obviously. Hanging out with Jimin will do that to you. He obviously doesn't feel as strongly about homosexuality like he used to. And he loves Jimin and JK which means he has adjusted his mentality. But, this is a guy who used to say basically homophobic stuff to his friend. And as u can see, that clip is from around May 2015 So at what point would V have started dating JK as early as 2013 when this is how he felt about his friend a boy, liking boys?

c) 3rd point to note; Jimin doesn't deny it. I hate how he's just defending himself there repeating over and over; I don't like you that way, so what's your issue? I dont behave that way towards you, why you mad? Anyway, Jimin doesn't once say "no i don't like men." Or "stop lying" he just says "I don't feel that way about you."

d) Last point to note, Jikook is real. Why? Because what triggered V, was Jimin telling JK to sit next to him. And immediately V goes off about how something is wrong with Jimin in the head because these days he likes men. Likes JK.

Now anon, let's go back to point number 2. I know internalised homophobia is a thing. (Thank you Shameless! You taught me sm!) But it stems from someone hating that they like someone of the same sex and they don't want to be that way, but they are. So saying V used to have a crush on Jimin insinuates he would have had to get over his homophobia and start seeing Jimin in a new light. I mean, it's Jimin and the Jimin effect is a thing that exists. But, still. Idk. I just don't know. Watching that clip tells me that his parents are like this. Him being so close with the WS, tells me he wouldn't have kept them as friends if at any one point he started liking someone of the same sex. Knowing how they feel about it.

V is more accepting now, of course. But Jikook are in the closet and only close knit people know about it. And V definitely isn't divulging that to the WS. Again, knowing how they feel about this topic.

What am I saying anon? I think those V jealous Vmin moments that exist are because he "lost" his bestfiend when Jikook became a thing. He had to share Jimin with JK. And I imagine Jimin tried to be there for both of them but sometimes JK took priority and maybe V didn't like that. They used to be bestfriends. Super close. V even looked after Jimin in school. Asked some people he knew to look after the new kid because that was his friend. They were close. Really close. Then satellite Jeon comes and changes everything.

Now to the assignment you gave me. The question was who's the most romantic

Suga (what?) And RM say JK. Guess they've seen it first hand. 🤭 Also Jikook both point at Jin

V on the other hand says Jikook but then changes it to just Jimin

I also looked at the lyrics of sweet night (he sounds so good) and I'm guessing you're talking about this part;

Anon, if you ship Vmin, or are suspicious of Vmin, it would be easy to conclude this song is about Jimin. Easy. But if you're like me who believes V is as straight as a ruler, then the first thing I think of when I hear that, is some girl he liked at the time that he was really close to. Someone he dated in the past, maybe. To me V is as straight as they come and I could try, but I cannot see where you're coming from.

But if you listen to sweet night and then watch V jealous compilations, you're gonna be influenced. Because you're going in already thinking the best friend he's talking about is Jimin! But, remember, you don't have to have romantic feelings for someone to be jealous. You can be jealous that your sister is spending too much time with someone else. You can be jealous your bestfriend doesn't make time for you anymore ever since they started dating. You know what I mean?

That's what I think you saw. In my opinion, of course. I could be wrong and way off base but...yeah.

In Conclusion: Vmin isn't real and there was never potential for it to be so.

I appreciate u trusting me with this ask, anon 😘

[obsolescent]

This Side of Paradise - Part Two

Part One

Pairing: Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x GN!Reader

Summary: The events that happened after the fire. Unspoken words are finally out in the open and true feelings are revealed. There’s some truth to “when you have today, say all that you have to say.” 

Category/Prompt: Two-part series | “I’ll take care of you.”

Song: This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your support with part one! I’m so glad that so many of you enjoyed it! Once again, thank you @glitterypirateduck  for putting this event together, I’ve enjoyed participating! Gaz is the best guy, let’s go Gaz Nation!

Content Warnings: Non-descriptive vomiting, injuries from the fall, fluff, protective Kyle just wanting the best for you.

Word Count: 1,730

A myriad of colors and lights are what welcome you when you resurface from unconsciousness. Softened voices are heard, unable to pinpoint the location of chatter, like they’re echoing through your head. A heat like molten lava begins to spread from your feet upwards, consuming your flesh. ‘Did I not survive the fire? Did I just imagine I leapt from that window?’ Nausea soon joins that boiling feeling, your heart rate spiking. ‘I’m going to vomit. Can I even puke when I’m dead?’ Foolish questions aside, your upper body lurches forward anyways, beginning to empty what remains in your stomach.

A pressure is felt against your shoulder, something held out in front of you. A distant, “Easy, love,” You’re able to make out. ‘Well, it seems like I’m in good company in the great yonder.’ Groaning, that hand guides you back to the surface you had been laying against, soothing you with gentle rubs to your arm. You muster all the strength you can garner, willing your eyes to open. A tiled ceiling is what you’re first met with, when movement from your left is caught in your field of vision. 

“Ask me why my heart's inside my throat I've never been in love, I've been alone Feel like I've been living life asleep Love so strong it makes me feel so weak”

Kyle’s eyes crinkled, a grin creating a domino effect across his face that lights up his features. “Oh, so glad to see those pretty eyes of yours, love. How are you feeling?” His voice light with relief and jubilation at seeing your gaze upon him. You begin to move your arm, trying to feel something solid, like him, when there’s resistance. You glance down, confusion fading into realization once you see your arm encased in plaster. 

“Had a bit of a nasty fall there. A bit banged up, but you’re alright, yeah? You were so brave, dear. I’m proud of you.” A hand begins stroking your hair. “Thought I was dead,” you rasped, wincing at the ache in your throat. A ‘here’ and Kyle is offering you water through a straw. Taking a small sip to–literally–test the waters, you begin to drink more, confident there’ll be no bouts of nausea rising again. “Reminded me a bit of myself there, with what you pulled,” He chuckled, scooting his chair closer to your bed after you’ve had your fill of the drink. You gave him what you hoped to be an odd look, wondering what he’s gotten up to in his past. He shook his head with a smile, “I’ll tell you about it later, okay?” 

The doctor entered not long after, going into detail about what happened. An electrical fire broke out on the second floor of the apartments and it had been contained to just that floor, no damages to the structure of the building. Just some cosmetic work for them to tackle. Your estimate had been right, the fall had been around twenty feet. Thankfully you walked (limped) away with nothing more than a broken forearm and a sprained ankle. They had to use general anesthesia, hence the vomiting, to reset the bone. Undergoing surgery to insert screws and a rod. You had been out for a full day. They planned to keep you in the hospital for one more day, for observation. 

You notified your family, reassuring them you were alright and that everything was okay. They were relieved to hear from you, wanting any more updates about the situation as they came up. You also informed your work and university about what happened, both wishing you a full recovery and to take some time for yourself, thankful to have people understanding for a situation like this. Kyle stays for the final day, worrying over you. It’s funny, seeing him fussing about you reaching for something almost out of reach that he could easily grab for you. You obliged, letting him be a helpful hand to you, secretly savoring the attention he was showering you with. ‘Oh. That’s a new feeling.’ 

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?) Our fingers dancing when they meet You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) I'll be the only dream you seek So if you're lonely, no need to show me If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

From the hospital room to the front door of your “flat”, Kyle was there for you. He even picked you up and carried you inside from the car, a squeak leaving you at his close proximity. Once inside, he laid you down gently on the couch. “You don’t have to do this much–” “Nonsense. Now, are you hungry? I could make you some soup, or anything you want. Well, if your stomach is still upset, maybe not anything…” He trailed off, looking at your flushed face, thinking it’s from queasiness. He gave a gentle smile, “I’ll go with something light then, yeah?” 

He makes soup, a simple broth with veggies and protein, serving yours with some crackers–sorry–water biscuits? You definitely won’t be using that term for them. You thank him for the meal, sitting beside each other on the sofa while the telly plays a documentary. “Kyle, can I ask you something?” You asked after a stretch of silence, him giving a hum, signifying yes. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I’m real appreciative of it, but you got other things to do, don’t you? I don’t wanna burden you,” You finished, looking off while fiddling with your hands, suddenly nervous at what his response will be.

“Lonely (are you lonely?) Passion is crashing as we speak You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) You're the ground my feet won't reach So if you're lonely, darling you're glowing If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

Warmth envelopes your right hand. You whip your head around to see he’s holding your one hand with both of his. You meet his warm brown eyes, a serious look on his face. “Have you considered that I have let my responsibilities know, like you had, that I will be busy for the foreseeable future, helping my flat–roommate–out after a quite traumatic experience? You don’t need to be alone this time, love. I’ll take care of you, yeah? Would you let me do that for you?” He asked, gently squeezing your hand between his, a reassuring gesture. 

Red blooms across your face, now unable to meet his gaze. You stare at your interlocked hands. “I…I, I don’t know how to let you take care of me? Haven’t really let someone other than family do that before…” You mumbled out, feeling small, with a tinge of embarrassment at your lack of socialization. He moves one of his hands away, cupping your cheek, angling your face upwards to meet his eyes once again, saying your name. “Hey, it’s alright, look at me. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just want you to have the best recovery possible, to keep you safe, I…Care for you. When I got the alert for the fire, I didn’t know what to think. I called you as soon as I saw it, and when I heard you were still inside, I…Immediately drove here, hoping I could reach you before…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I tried to talk you through everything, tried to be there for you as much as I could. I’m so glad you jumped out of that window. When I saw you on the ground, passed out, I was relieved, because then I knew I could take over, do what I do best. Didn’t wait for the bloody ambulance to show up, drove you to hospital myself.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, seeming bashful. 

“Kyle,” You start, tears prickled at your eyes. “I care for you, too. I don’t know exactly what you do with your job, but back at the hospital when you hinted at some of the situations you’d been in, I began to worry even more than I usually do. You say it’s what you do best but, could I take care of you, too? You know, once I’m better,” You giggled, “But, I want us to be there for each other, okay?” You finished, biting your lip. He grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Alright, yeah. We’ll take care of each other.” He begins to pull away, your hand reaching out to mimic his earlier, cupping his cheek. He stops, before slowly leaning forward again, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. “This alright?” he whispered, lips hovering, barely grazing yours. “Yes, please.” He closes the distance, his hand moving up to hold the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. 

His other hand holds you at your waist, rubbing circles. That feeling from before coming back, you delve into it. You melt against him, sighing. You feel the smile that forms against your lips, before he pulls away, leaving a peck on your cheek. “Been wantin’ to do that for a while,” He admitted, grinning at your surprised expression. He grabs a blanket to put over the both of you, pulling you close to him. He buries his face into your hair, sighing. “Guess we can make up for lost time, yeah?” He asked, giving your hand another squeeze. “Let me do it right, take you on a proper date once you’re up for it, yeah?” You hum, nodding in agreement, beaming at him. His heart rate quickens, looking at your wonderful face whenever he would get home from deployment had to be his favorite pastime. “Alright, lovely.” 

You’ve been alone for the most part of your life, save your family. But with Kyle, everything feels so natural, so right. He makes you feel secure and warm. You trust he’ll take his promise seriously, keeping you out of harm’s way as much as he can. You’re so glad to have met him, not knowing that one conversation would lead to so many possibilities in your life. Eager to see what the future holds for you both, you leaned your head against his shoulder, his head soon resting against yours.

“Are you lonely? Passion is crashing as we speak You seem so lonely You're the ground my feet won't reach So if you're lonely Darling, you're glowing If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

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[luniax13]

Yandere Tartaglia x Reader 2.0

SFW

Part 2

TRIGGERWARNING: indicated threats, theft of freedom, mentioned cosequence of drug-abuse, jealousy

Summary:

The game was fun, maybe he grants you a deal out of mercy

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"What is it, that you wish for, my love", he asked as he carried you back to the tunnel. You frowned. All your hope was lost as he stepped into the darkness. "I think you know that by now. I told you many times before", you sighed. He smiled. "But how could I set you free, if it's you, who keeps my heart captive in her hands?", he questioned. You felt the urge to cry. "You say, you would grant me any wish, right?", you asked hoping for a new chance of freedom. "Anything but freedom, my dear.", he mused. "I wish to visit a friend of mine, that lives near the academia.", you tried to change his mind. You didn't want to return to his cold home.

He stopped in his tracks. "Was that friend the reason for you to try to escape?", Tartaglia interrogates, his voice cold without the slightest track of his cheerfull mood, in which he had been just mere seconds ago. You swallowed hard. "No, it was my own decision.", you explain suddenly fearing for Cynos life. Sometimes you forget just how dangerous Tartaglia can be. Sometimes it still feels like he's just a customer at the small café you worked at. When you didn't know, who he was. Who knew, being kind and treating one another like humans, would get you tangled up with the Fatui like that. Would get you an unwanted engagement with the 11th Harbinger.

He stayed silent for a moment longer as if to determine, if you spoke the truth or not, before talking again, in a more happy tune. "You're in luck, her majesty, the tsaritsa, allowed me to have something of the kinds of an vacation. I have to admit, I have never been to Sumeru before.", he stated, slowly letting you down to let you stand on your own feet again, carfully observing your physical state. Tartaglia was holding you close as he noticed, how hard standing was for you at the moment. "The dose was too strong.", he cursed himself. "Nearby is a village. Someone who is somewhat versed in the means of medicene lives there.", you mention, trying to help and to get to your goal of freedom. Tartaglia seemed to consider the options before sighing defeated. "Alright, let's get you there, my dear.", he decided, before picking you up again.

"She seems to be just a little exhausted, which is why she hasn't recovered from eating the mushroom yet." explained Tighnari to Tartaglia, as you were urged to lay down. You were at the brim of unconsiousness. "She will need some sleep and should not do any work, that is hard on her physical condition", the forest-ranger elaborated further. Tartaglia nodded understanding. "I will stay by her side.", he promised. It wasn't only a promise to protect you, but also to never let you slip away from his side ever again. You were the furthest away from feeling protected near him, espacily when Tighnari left the two of you alone. He sat down beside you, staring at you with absence to his look, as if he was in a different world, eyes as lifeless as always. It was hard to follow Tighnaris suggestion to try to sleep, with his contsant staring letting you feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, he blinked and layed down next to you, the bed being barely long enough to fit his tall figure. You gave him a confused look as he made himself comfortable, enjoying the luxury of a bed. "Remember, that I accompanied you, meaning as long as you didn't have bed, I didn't have a bed.", he explained amused of you staring at him.

"Greet Cyno from me, if you get the chance and remember to not eat any strange mushrooms on your way.", Tighnari wished you good bye, before returning to his duties.

After several hours of walking, the two you finally arrived at entrance to Sumeru City, asking arround for the General Mahamatra. Tartaglia was visibly annoyed, knowing you knew another man of high status. As you reached the main building of the academia, Cyno coincidentally stepped out of the main entrance, cheering up as he layed eyes on you, mood changing drastically into an irritated expression as soon as he noticed the 11th Harbinger by your side.

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//AN: let's see how this evolves

here's Part 1

[sky-kiss]

Eeeee Shadow Raphael anon here! I'm so happy you're inspired by it! I have two options you can choose from.

1) platonic - them having a chess match and it just being a wity banter off and them enjoying riffing off of each other so much. Maybe this is at the inn/brothel lobby so other people can be there if you'd like.

Or

2) Them having a one night. I don't really have specifics but my brain is barking and screeching because I'd imagine anything explored via your writing will be so good and so much to chew on so I'm up for ANYTHING really!

Thank youuuu!

A/N: Ok, so this is so rushed, and I’m sorry about that. I want to do stuff with these two SO BADLY. Anyway, Dark Justiciar Shadowheart. Post game. Raphael received the crown. 

Shadowheart/Raphael: Meetup

"Raphael—I'm not surprised to find you here."

The half-elf slides into the seat across from him, lips turned up a charmingly self-satisfied smirk. It takes Raphael a moment to recall her name—she is, in truth, only tangentially referenced in his mental library, one of Tav's many delinquent compatriots. He leans back, humming, before he says, "Astutely observed, my dear, though perhaps less impressive than you hope. The Caress is nothing if not my home away from home." 

"I've no interest in impressing you, devil. 

"No, only in interrupting my meal, it seems," his voice dips to a velvety purr, cataloging the minute shift in the Sharran's posture. She arches a brow, gaze flicking to the empty table. Raphael indicates the crowded hall around them. "My hunting grounds, my meals, priestess. Every moment you linger is an opportunity wasted."  

Shadowheart scoffs, drumming her fingers on the table between them. The pretty creature tips her head to the side, regarding him through artfully lowered lashes. "You were more civil before." 

"Your intrepid leader had something I wanted—and our business has long since concluded." The cambion clucks his tongue. "Where is my Mouse these days?" 

She stiffens. "I wouldn't know. Tav…she took her leave some time ago." 

"Oh?" 

"I've no need to explain myself to you."

"None at all. But you were a precious little pair, weren't you? Haarlep does so regret being unable to…collect you both." Raphael lifts his right hand, inspecting his nails. "One fair turn for another…tell me the truth of your parting, and I will hear your request." 

Shar's Chosen regards him coldly. "My Dark Lady demands the whole of my heart." 

"How selfish. I almost admire her." Oh, but he likes that flush of color in her cheeks. Power radiates off her, different, colder than many of the god's chosen toys. Shar has given this one a shocking amount of play, provided she remained a loyal little dog. No slipping her leash. "Tell me what you need, my dear." 

"An enemy of Lady Shar has gone to ground. I'd have him found." 

"Simple enough—hardly requiring my talents. Or worth incurring my cost." Raphael smiles with teeth, curiosity piqued. "Who is this erstwhile quarry?" 

She paints him a picture: one of Selune's most beloved champions, a lycanthrope, long fled from the city. His trail and his scent had long since gone cold. The damned creature had very likely fled to a different plane. 

The devil considers the offer, taking in her appearance again: beautiful, dark. Some trace hint of Tav's scent still lingers on, perhaps in spirit rather than reality. It's intoxicating. Her eyes glitter with dreadful ambition and determination—it calls to an echoing spirit festering in his own breast. 

"No contract," Raphael drawls, tracing the rim of his glass. He has ordered wine for them, richer, deep, and red. "Let us consider this…a favor between friends."

"Very generous of you. Suspiciously so."

 "Is it? I've always found it most advantageous to conduct my business in a more...relaxed fashion than your dear Lady. The first taste, as they say, is free." He raises his glass in a toast. Shar's Chosen returns the gesture in kind, lips turning in dark satisfaction. 

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She comes to him months later. 

“The first taste was free,” Shadowheart grumbles, leaning back. “So, name your cost.” 

He scoffs. “My dear, where is your flair for the dramatic? Tease out the tension! Savor the give and take, bargain…” 

“...you make it sound like seduction, devil.” The Justiciar’s tongue flicks out to wet her lower lip, so sweetly, ignorantly satisfied. Oh, but she is young. All her power, violence, and inexperience still hang about her like stray traces of baby fat in a youth’s cheeks. 

“If you like. I prefer to think of it as a dance—coming together, stepping apart, together…all to our mutual satisfaction.” 

Shadowheart��s eyes glitter in the half-light, intrigued. 

~~~~~~

She comes to him again. 

And again. 

Again. 

They work surprisingly well together. And her goddess turns a blind eye. 

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“How sweet,” he purrs, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. They’ve recently started conducting their business in the Den rather than the common room, and the added privacy has led to this. Shadowheart walks him backward, hands already at his belt. The half-elf whimpers against his lips, the delicacy of the noise contrasting with the natural authority she carries. “You still taste like her, pet.” 

She chuckles, flicking her tongue along the seam of his lips. “You never tasted her.”

“No, but…” Raphael’s grip is bruising on her hips—she fails to so much as flinch. “Haarlep is so eager to indulge me—I wager I’ve had her more frequently than you.” 

“Ah—a poor man’s imitation.” She stands on the tips of her toes, tracing his nose with hers. The half-elf leans back, smirking. “We should compare someday…see how your counterfeit compares to reality.” 

He laughs despite himself. “It could be arranged." He presses his lips to the shell of her ear, pleased at the way shiver. "I’d quite like to watch them fuck you.” 

“I’d like it too. But for now…” she pushes Raphael back on the mattress, crawling over him. “I shall have to be content with you.”

[violet-shadows]

Missing Piece (Part Three)

Series Index | Masterlist

Summary: Cassian and Nesta are happily mated and in love, so why do they feel like something is missing? When a newcomer arrives in the City of Starlight, they learn that their bond is not yet complete. 

Pairing: Cassian x Nesta x Reader (She/Her) (Poly Relationship)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: n/a

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“That was… interesting,” said Elise, handing me a jar from a shelf out of my reach. After General Cassian and Lady Nesta left, I volunteered to organize the supply room under the guise of familiarizing myself with the inventory. In truth, the brief meeting left me inexplicably rattled and I wanted to hide from prying eyes for a bit. Elise joined me shortly thereafter, shooting me a knowing look. While we weren’t particularly close in Winter, a fast friendship had been forming between us since we set out for the Night Court, and she seemed to sense something was off. “Y/N?”

I startled, realizing I had failed to answer her. “I didn’t expect to meet members of the Inner Circle so soon…” I replied, trying to sound casual. There was more to it than that, but even I couldn’t quite explain the way my heart hadn’t stopped pounding ever since. 

“He is quite attractive…” Elise mused.

“Who is?” I asked, pretending the image of Cassian hadn’t flashed through my mind.

“The General of course,” she turned to look at me, a mischievous look in her eye. I opened my mouth to rebuttal when Ezran stepped into the room.

“Don’t let his mate hear that. Lady Nesta has a reputation for her ferocity,” he said, a playful lilt in his voice.

“I don’t think I’m the one that needs to be worried,” Elise replied, eyeing me. I swallowed thickly, catching her meaning. I decided to play my reaction off as mere attraction, hoping I wouldn’t have to explain myself further if they thought I was just starstruck.

“And how do you know I was looking at the General,” I teased, “and not his mate?” 

“I think you were looking at both,” Elise replied, shooting me a wink. I felt my cheeks heat as she and Ezran chuckled, but I couldn’t help but join, amused by Elise’s astute observation. We had never discussed my attraction to both males and females, but I was evidently less subtle than I thought. Ezran and Elise seemed satisfied with that explanation, and the subject quickly shifted, much to my relief. 

“Have you looked for an apartment yet?” Elise asked as we finished sorting through yet another drawer of mismatched suturing supplies. I bit the inside of my cheek, anxiety bubbling within me. The healing halls paid for our rooms at the inn for two weeks, but after that, it would be up to us to find and fund our own accommodations. Ezran had secured a place before moving through a friend of his cousins and would move in next week, but Elise and I would need to start searching soon. 

“Not yet,” I replied. “What about you?”

“I’m going to look at a place tomorrow, it’s a one-bedroom right on the Rainbow,” she said. “Do you want to come with me? They may have other units open.” 

I shook my head, knowing such a location was almost certainly out of my price range. Elise came from a wealthy family in Winter, one in good standing who would be happy to help her settle in her new home. I tried not to be envious of her. “I think I’m going to look further north, actually.” 

If Elise knew that the cheapest apartments in the city were located there, she didn’t mention it. There was a time in my life when I, like her, had my family’s coffers to fall back on, but Amarantha’s reign and the war with Hybern had not been kind to my kin or their pockets. As the only remaining member of my line, there was no one to write home to if I mismanaged my new life in the Night Court. By the time we left for the evening, my thoughts were no longer dominated by Cassian and Nesta as I fretted over finding a place to live. 

I let Ezran and Elise drift ahead of me on the walk home, my mind abuzz. The fear I had felt when leaving home had dissipated with one look at the Night Court sky, but it seemed to be returning as reality set in. While I had Ezran and Elise to talk to, I was otherwise alone in a strange city with no backup plan, and I wondered if perhaps I had made a mistake. 

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“We should tell her,” Cassian said, rubbing his temples as Nesta paced. They had returned to the House after meeting Y/N, neither trusting themselves to act naturally after realizing the bond had only clicked for them. Despite the dreams, despite the feeling in his gut that told him otherwise, part of Cassian had expected them to come upon a dead end when they went to the healing halls. He had prepared himself so thoroughly for disappointment, that now he wasn’t sure what his next move should be. 

“How?” Nesta asked, her eyes distant. He could feel her discomfort radiating down the bond, mirroring his own. It was the need, deep and instinctual, to seek out one’s mate. Whatever they did, they would have to find a way to see her soon. When Cassian didn’t answer her question, Nesta sat down next to him, their shoulder brushing. “She seemed… nervous,” said Nesta, “when she saw us. I don’t want to scare her.”

The thought of their mate being scared of him or Nesta made Cassian’s heart clench. He was aware of how he came across, how his size and the reputation of his people preceded him no matter where he went. Often, his ability to strike fear into the hearts of others served him, but in times like this, he resented it. Nesta had challenged him from the beginning, unflinching and unwavering, even before the bond clicked for either of them. It was the connection between them that had frightened her, not who he was or how he was known. He feared he might not be so fortunate with Y/N.

As they contemplated their next move, it struck him how little he knew about their third mate. A name, an occupation, and an origin were all they had of her so far, aside from what she looked like, and he was hungry for more information. Already the image of her was burned into his mind and it troubled him that it was accompanied by the sight of two other Fae with their hands on her. Earlier, had he not been so focused on stopping Nesta from lunging, he might have done so as well. The protective instinct that flared at the sight of his mate being pulled away from him was near suffocating, and it was only years of practice that kept him leashed. 

“Cassian?” Nesta pulled him from his thoughts, bumping her shoulder into his. 

“Maybe you should go alone,” he muttered. “It might be less… intimidating.” 

“No,” Nesta answered swiftly, her conviction surprising him. “We do this together. She’s our mate.”

A voice cut into their conversation, making them jump. “Besides, I don’t know that Nesta is the less intimidating option of the two,” said Azriel, striding in with a smirk on his face. “You confirmed it, then?” 

“She’s the one,” Nesta replied with a sigh.

“Then why are you here and not with her?”

“We haven’t exactly worked out our… approach,” said Cassian. Azriel barked a laugh, earning a glare from the pair.

“Are you telling me you’ve forgotten how to court a female?” Azriel teased. “And Nesta, surely you would have some idea of how to approach things?” 

“What are we supposed to do, Az? Just, invite her to dinner?” Cassian glowered, eyebrows drawn together. 

“Actually,” said Nesta, “that might work.” 

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“You want me to host a formal dinner… to welcome three new healers to Velaris?” Rhysand asked, narrowing his eyes at the pair. “Why?”

“It’s a show of good faith. A sign that Velaris is open to welcoming skilled Fae from other courts,” Nesta replied, a suspiciously sweet smile on her lips. 

“And this has nothing to do with the fact that one of them is your third mate?” Rhysand smirked, clearly amused. 

Cassian scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “Azriel told you?!”

“He didn’t need to,” said Rhysand. “You two are not subtle at all… or quiet.”

“Does everyone know then,” asked Nesta, grinding her teeth in irritation. 

“No, just me… and Azriel… and Feyre,” Rhys gave the pair a sympathetic look, understanding the drive to keep the bond a secret, at least until it was official. 

“We’ll keep this amongst ourselves for now,” Nesta declared. “No one else needs to know yet.” 

Despite his reservations about his brother and sister-in-law’s approach, the High Lord agreed, assigning Nuala and Cerridwen to the task of delivering invitations. The dinner would take place in two days' time at the House of Wind, with the Inner Circle in attendance to greet the new healers. While the group had attended many diplomatic dinners in the past, their guests did not quite warrant such fanfare, and Mor was the first to voice her confusion.

 “It’s high time we engage with the community again, and what better way than to welcome our newest set?” he told her. “Besides, I think we could all use some practice in civility.” If Mor or the others suspected an ulterior motive, they kept it to themselves, though Rhysand wondered how long it would be before they began to catch on as well. Cassian and Nesta were all but consumed by the newness of the third bond, and subtlety was neither’s forte. He thought of their third mate, Y/N, and wondered if she, too, would pick up on their infatuation before learning about the bond.

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I returned to the inn late after my second day of work, having gone to the north of the city to look at an apartment. The place was run down and a long walk from the healing halls, but it fit well within my budget and didn’t require a hefty deposit, so I jumped at the opportunity. It would become available at the end of the following week, just in time for my paid stay at the inn to run out. It wasn’t perfect, but it would be nice to have a place to call home once more. When I returned to the inn, I was utterly exhausted from a long day of orienting and the walk back and forth to the north side. I suppressed a groan when the innkeeper called out to me as I entered, hoping his idle chatter wouldn’t keep me too long. “A courier dropped this by for you,” he said, surprising me by holding out a cream envelope.

I accepted the parcel, ripping into it as I ascended the steps to my room; when I saw what was inside, I nearly fell backward down the stairs.

High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre of the Night Court invite you to join them for dinner at the House of Wind to welcome you to Velaris. 

I read and reread the letter thrice more, gaping at the page in utter shock. Dinner with the High Lord and Lady was not something I expected in my wildest dreams, let alone on such short notice. I switched directions, walking down the hall to Elise’s room and pounding on the door at a volume a bit impolite for the hour. “Did you get one too?” She asked as soon as she opened the door, pulling me inside. Ezran was already inside, seated on a chair in the corner, an identical page in his hand. 

I nodded mutely, somewhat relieved that the invitation had gone to them as well. “Surely it’s not just us, right? It will probably be a large affair, with lots of other newcomers,” Elise said, wringing her hands.

“Right,” I agreed, drawing deep, calming breaths. “We probably won’t even speak to the High Lord and Lady.” 

“Do you think it has anything to do with the General’s conversation with Madja?” Ezran asked, his face paler than usual. I shrugged, plopping down on Elise’s bed. 

“We should be excited!” Elise said after a minute of heavy silence, trying to lighten the mood. “We get to meet the High Lord and Lady! It’s a great opportunity!” I swallowed the lump in my throat. 

“Well, I need to figure out what I’m going to wear… and say…,” Ezran stood, walking towards the doorway. “I’ll see you ladies tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

“I’ll probably go shopping tomorrow if you’d like to come?” Elise said, turning to me. The subject of attire had my nerves returning twofold. I had brought my nicest dress, but it was in the style of the Winter Court. Buying new formal wear on such short notice would cost money I didn’t have. 

“Perhaps,” I replied, biting my lip. “I’ll let you know in the morning.” 

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That night, I wasn’t visited by the dream couple once. Instead, my sleep was filled with flashes of moments from days gone by. These memories were a darker sort, the kind that used to come to me nightly but had eased in recent years. In them, I saw my mother's face, tear-soaked and devastated, as she was dragged away from my father’s still-warm body. Taken by soldiers of the pretender queen to the hell Under the Mountain from which she would never emerge. I remember the heaviness of my father’s corpse as I dragged him out of the street, weeping in anguish when I felt no pulse beneath my hands. Behind me, our family home burned to ash, a spiteful parting gift from the Fae who murdered my father. When the soldiers finally left, a neighbor helped me take him to the cemetery where he joined the bodies of others who dared defy Amarantha’s summons. 

When that scene faded, I heard the screams as the death of twenty four children was announced in the square, their execution a punishment for our court’s defiance. Strangers and friends cried out in anguish, the loss of so many of our young was too appalling to comprehend. Finally,  I recalled my own screams of horror as the news of my mother’s death finally reached me, the final member of my family snuffed out by the tyrant that had Prythian in an iron grip. The pain of that moment returned to me in my slumber, and I woke up drenched in sweat, a scream dying in my throat. 

I didn’t fall back asleep until the sun began to rise, the echoes of grief weighing heavy on my spirits. My journey to the Night Court was meant to be a fresh start, a way to escape the ghosts that haunted every corner of my homeland. It seemed, though, that I would not be so easily rid of that lingering hurt. When I finally did sleep again, it was mercifully dreamless, and I was thankful I had the day off of work. It was nearly midday by the time I readied myself and left the apartment, hoping fresh air might clear my head.

As I walked the streets of Velaris, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. With each turn I made, the feeling of eyes boring into the back of my head followed me, and when a hand reached out to tap my shoulder, I screeched in surprise. I whirled around, ready for a fight, only to find Ezran with his hands thrown up innocently. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. Ezran opened his mouth to say something but paused, his eyes widening slightly as he looked over my shoulder. I turned, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight. General Cassian had landed mere meters behind me, his great wings flared and a look of fury on his handsome features. He was dressed in scaled black armor adorned with glowing red stones. Siphons, I recalled learning from a book about the Night Court. Most warriors had one, but the Night Court’s General and Spymaster boasted seven each, a testament to their power. 

“Is everything alright?” Cassian asked, his gaze flitted from me to Ezran. As he approached, I was struck by his sheer mass. He was among the tallest Fae I had ever seen and I craned my neck to keep my eyes on his face. “I heard you scream,” he turned to me, his expression softening, and looked me up and down, as if searching for signs of harm. His hand raised to touch my arm, but he stopped before making contact. 

“I just startled her, that’s all—” Ezran began to say, he was cut out by a sharp look from the General.

“I believe I was asking her,” he grumbled. 

“It’s okay, I was just surprised, that’s all,” I explained, amazed at the way his glare dissolved when he looked back at me. “Thank you for checking on me.” The fury seemed to leach out of him at that and he backed away, as though he only then realized how close he was standing.

“Right, my apologies,” he gave Ezran a tight, polite smile as he moved to leave. “Well, I suppose I’ll be seeing you tonight?” I froze for a moment before remembering the High Lord’s dinner invitation. Of course Cassian, a member of his Inner Circle, would be in attendance. 

“Yes, of course,” I said finally, trying to decide if seeing Cassian and Nesta filled me with dread or excitement. “We look forward to it.” 

“As do I,” Cassian nodded politely, turning to walk down the street. I remained fixed in place, watching him until he disappeared around a corner. When he was safely out of sight, Ezran nudged my arm.

“What was that about, Y/N?” he asked. I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from where the Illyrian warrior had stood.

“I have no idea.” 

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[azure-cherie]

October advice for Nakshatras , check for: sidereal moon/rising ...

This is a general reading take what resonates and leave the rest , this was done using tarot and my intuition.

Ashwini: When you get the opportunity to feel more driven feel it , go for it work against the laziness, you're most likely to find success for whatever you invest in especially if it's something creative, you have the power to choose your destiny make the best out of it .

Bharani: Take the responsibility to teach yourself things , learn from everything around you , be lenient and listen to your heart , you might reach the rock bottom this time, don't fall into self pity rise and rise from what hurts you .

Krittika: pay attention to your dreams and listen to your intuition are they mere dreams of future vision , your subconscious mind is open to manifesting things for you . Beware of your enemies, take care and be logical and think before you say or do anything.

Rohini : There could be a possible romantic encounter coming your way , don't sabotage and enjoy the lovely energy it brings , you might have been feeling really down lately however things are about to set in motion , make long term plans , work on it .

Mrigashira : believe in truth and judgement , you might have to fight some legal cases or argue with someone , keep an open mind , take an analytical approach to things , observe , connect more to your inner child , go for shadow work .

Ardra : you are going to celebrate something very soon , like success in exams , joy in family, chances of moving out too , some people might go abroad for their ventures, things will be set in motion this time don't worry and take active steps towards it.

Punarvasu : get in touch with your deep inner desires are you living the life you are destined for ? Are you doing want you need to do ? Find a balance between things , you might have to make a sacrifice but in the long term that sacrifice would stand out to be essential for you , take care hydrate well.

Pushya : Take time to contemplate how you feel , you might feel bored or dissatisfied for some time , however this maybe because of work overload , you might have to manage many things at the same time , hope you make the best of the situation.

Ashlesha : you will be getting valuable information through your dreams and visions, there could be some hidden factors working against you. Keep note of who is real in a connection and who is here to waste your time . You have the power to create the life you want. The universe blesses you with abundance.

Magha : Take action for your vision you're the master of your own life , this is a good time for working in your manifestation abilities, you might feel more connected to your feminine energy rn , which will let you receive more , you will feel nurturing and loving towards others .

Purvaphalguni : There's some fight, competition coming for you , there's lot of assertiveness you require rn be ready for this new start , you will be victorious in what you put your energy to , yiur energy is sacred, use it wisely.

Uttaraphalguni: There's something new coming into your life, gather the strength to take actions towards what life brings you at the moment, accept the fact that good things can happen to you , you deserve the world , there could be new love of union coming your way , take a healthy approach towards it .

Hasta: It's time for rest and restoration, lay out our reasons, journal your feelings feel everything and write it down , you will gain clarity on a subject, you might feel very creative and your 5th house might get activated this month .

Chitra : you might be meeting your childhood friends this month or remember how you were when you were young, what were your hobbies and you might even start doing it again , you will be feeling empathetic and in touch with your feelings.

Swati : this month is about realising that change is inevitable , you have to go through certain things to become the best version of yourself, you may go travelling or settle in a new city very soon , it will lead to your spirit healing.

Vishakha : This month you will be studying well and connect to your goal or work , beware of overindulgence and work for your future , you're intelligent, just put efforts to become even better at it , if something or someone was distracting you , it will leave you now.

Anuradha : you will have to defend yourself this time , a friend could backstab you or someone will put allegations against you , fight them and then lead to a new beginning new path , new perspective, you deserve it all .

Jyeshtha : you will be connecting more to your empathetic essence , listen to your heart rather than your mind this time it will really help you , you could have romantic encounters and might leave for travelling.

Mula : there's a sense of paranoia coming through, you might feel like an imposter but know that you're not and you deserve good things , meet people talk to them and tell them how you feel, but at the same time don't be too lost into yourself give them space too , create a healthy reciprocation in relationships.

Purvashadha : you could get new business offers , take care of your health you might feel dizzy and ignorant , eat well , it's been a long time you have loved yourself, you're a beautiful person acknowledge that . You might feel close to your parents now.

Uttarashadha : There's a competitor of you who is either in love with you or is planning to snatch things from you , take care of it , be invested in your goals but at the same time get some fresh air , go for short distance travels , you might discover some truths.

Shravana : things are coming to an end for you , you are about to completely transform one aspect of yourself, you should paint more often , pay homage to your ancestors and get some house plants , they will help you feel calm .

Dhanishtha : You should acknowledge that things have ended with someone, they were meant to be in your life for a specific time period only , life must go on , you're going to get better people and they will love you even more , get to your true desires, it's a good time for manifesting.

Shatabhisha : learn from what hurt you , understand things happen for a reason , life is embarking on a new journey for you , be sweet, subtle , happy, no one can hurt you now , eat good food and connect more to children .

Purva bhadrapada: let yourself loose , you don't have to do what they tell you , it's your life , do what you want you don't have to prove anything to anyone , get some fresh air , you might get some gifts this season and meet your spirit guides.

Uttara bhadrapada : You're going to be blessed with better intuition and some new friends, be yourself you don't have to fit in they will accept you for who you truly are, buy yourself some jewellery connect to your feminine essence.

Revati : Get yourself some relaxing time like go to a spa , use crystals etc , you could deal through a lot of pressure in the coming days however you have the power to choose the perspective,take this as an opportunity instead of an obstacle.

Thank you for reading, hope you resonate 🧡 Happy October guysss 🎃✨

[partystoragechest]

A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, that aim is questioned.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,489. Rating: most audiences. Warnings: discussion of sexual harassment.

A/N: Nothing graphic, but if you want to skip it, jump from when Josephine mentions correspondence, to 'Trevelyan quelled'.)

Chapter 31: Wickedness and Grace

Trevelyan strode through the Great Hall as if marching into battle.

Her tears dry, her composure regained—hardened, even—she headed for the door of Lady Montilyet’s parlour.

“Do you need one of us to come with you?” Lady Erridge had asked, mere moments ago.

“No,” Trevelyan had replied. “I need to speak to her alone.”

For she had questions. And she was certain that Lady Montilyet had the answers. However, in the unlikely circumstance that her accusations were baseless, she did not wish to make them in front of the other Ladies. Alone would do.

Trevelyan did not request the guard outside for entry, nor did she even wait for them to knock. She simply entered. Their protests on this subject were ignored—cut short, by her slam of the door.

She already knew what the guard had hoped to say: one cannot waltz into the parlour of Lady Montilyet unannounced! Lady Montilyet holds important conversations in there! Secret conversations! Conversations that are not to be interrupted!

But Trevelyan knew Montilyet would be having no such conversations, at this moment. Trevelyan knew Montilyet would be waiting. And Trevelyan knew it would be for her.

Indeed, upon Trevelyan’s very moment of entry, Lady Montilyet exhibited a distinct lack of surprise. She was sat upon the sofa, patiently idle. A tea service was already laid out before her, plenty there for two.

“Lady Trevelyan,” she greeted, rising for the sake of a curtsy. “Please, sit. I know we have much to discuss.”

“No, thank you,” replied Trevelyan, wandering instead towards the fire. Flames fluttered on her approach, but resolved into something more stable; something more controlled.

Montilyet observed this for but a moment, then retook her seat. Her finger hooked into the handle of a freshly-poured cup of tea, that she lifted to her lips.

“The Commander has spoken to me about what occurred”—she took a sip, and replaced the cup on its saucer—“I know how you must think of me. Please, speak your mind.”

“I don’t believe you do know how I think,” countered Trevelyan.

“Oh? Pray, do tell,” Montilyet said. She drank again, gaze lingering upon Trevelyan. For such a sweet and charming woman, she possessed a stare that could pierce armour. Trevelyan bore it, no matter the pain.

“Rather, what I think is thus: I think the truth the Commander told to me this morn was not, in fact, the truth. But I think he genuinely believes it to be so. And I think he has been deceived in this.”

Montilyet raised her eyebrows, and asked with keen curiosity: “How so?”

“First, I must know, Lady Ambassador: why us?”

Montilyet blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand the question.”

Trevelyan shook her head. “You do. But allow me to speak plain: I wonder about your selection in women. Why, if your purpose in bringing them here was as the Commander said—to merely use them for their disappointment—did you choose those you did?”

“You or your families replied to my general invitation.”

“Hm. And did none of the Commander’s more fervent admirers reply to the invitation?” Trevelyan queried. “Because I cannot imagine they would pass up such an opportunity, if they are as rabid as he claims! No, I quite believe they did. You, however, did not select them.”

Lady Montilyet nodded, taking another sip of tea. “Of course. I can confirm they are… not the most pleasant of people. I would not wish to invite them anywhere near the Commander.”

“I quite understand. Is that the reason you claim for our particular invitation, then? That we were so favoured because we were not so fanatical?”

Putting on an excellent show of sadness, Montilyet nodded. “I am afraid so, your Ladyship.”

Trevelyan could subdue her smirk no longer—for this was far too amusing not to smile.

“Enlightening,” she said. “I take it, then, that there were no women of similar sensibility, who were perhaps more deserving of his treatment?”

Confusion took hold of Lady Montilyet’s face. “Lady Trevelyan—what is the purpose of this inquiry?”

“I wish to discover the truth of the matter. For a woman of your diplomatic ability should never choose her sacrifices so poorly.”

Montilyet’s polite demeanour dropped, and she set down her cup. “What is it you accuse me of, Lady Trevelyan?”

“Incompetence, your Ladyship. Though I suppose that it is quite understandable—for we were never intended as sacrifices in the first place. Were we?”

Montilyet remained as ice for a moment, frozen and cold in her stare. But under the heat of Trevelyan’s gaze, she began to thaw.

First, her eyes darted away. Then, her hands came up, to clasp in front of her, almost in prayer. Last did her head drop down, a shake beginning to sway it.

“The Baroness was wise and strategic,” she began to mutter, “Lady Samient was blunt and practical. Lady Erridge has sweetness of spirit. And you—Lady Trevelyan. You shared a history.”

It was as Montilyet reached the final description that Trevelyan realised she was not merely complimenting the Ladies—but admitting the truth. And as she finished, her head raised.

“You are right,” she confessed. “And I see little point in trying to deny it any longer. You were never meant as sacrifices. You were meant as suitors.”

Trevelyan would have smiled at this victory, were she not so disgusted by it. “Why does the Commander believe otherwise?”

“Because he was never meant to find out.”

Lady Montilyet rose, and drifted toward her desk. She produced a key from the pouch at her side, and unlocked a drawer.

“He would never have agreed to see you as suitors,” she said, opening it, “so my plan was never to require his permission. You would arrive, be sworn to secrecy, and be introduced him as arbitrary noble guests. I would orchestrate ‘accidental’ meetings thereafter, and he would, hopefully, show interest in one of you—the rest would follow quite naturally.”

She revealed a neatly-folded piece of parchment—a letter—and said with a sigh:

“However, the Commander was made aware of your oncoming arrival.”

Trevelyan crept closer, and squinted at the script. The hand was familiar—one she had seen scrawled in the margins of romance novels, and in notes of affection to a dear friend.

Those words belonged to none other than one Lady Erridge.

“She wrote to him direct?” Trevelyan asked.

Lady Montilyet nodded. “He confronted me upon receipt of this letter. I was unprepared for such a circumstance. But you were all already on your way—I could not reverse what I had done. So I gave him a reason that he would agree with.”

It was difficult to imagine the Lady Montilyet in a moment of panic. Trevelyan wondered what it might look like. Most likely this: total external calm. No good diplomat would ever give alarm to their observers.

Montilyet replaced the letter in its drawer, and went to another. Yet, from it, she pulled only more letters. An entire stack, this time. And she dropped them onto the desk, with little care for the contents.

“He told you of the correspondence he receives from Orlais?” she asked.

“Yes,” Trevelyan recounted: “proposals, requests, inquiries.”

Montilyet smiled, wrenching shimmering vellum from within an envelope. “Then he was being polite. For that is not the true extent.”

She held up the letter:

“This one claims they will marry him regardless of his volition.”

She slammed it down, and tore open another:

“This one asks him to respond with an accurate sketch of his body—unclothed, of course.”

She ripped into another:

“This one requests to know how much for 'one night’ with him.”

Another:

“This one offers to play ‘mage’ to his ‘Templar’.”

Another, and another, and another. Every single one containing the same chilling sentiments. Trevelyan quelled an urge to commit arson against the entire court of Orlais.

“I knew if I told him that agreeing would make it stop—he would accept,” Montilyet admitted.

Trevelyan scoffed. Anyone presented with an opportunity to escape such villany would accept! “So you sported with his hopes as much as ours?”

“I did believe that finding him a suitor would help quiet these advances. And—it has, already, somewhat. But I—yes...” Montilyet bowed her head. “I did.”

It was hard, at this point, to tell if her regret really was genuine, or simply another of her well-constructed facades. Trevelyan sincerely hoped, for the sake of her soul, that it was the former.

“You must not blame him for agreeing to this,” Montilyet pleaded, gesturing to the letters. “You can understand his motivation to do this.”

“I always understood his motivation. It is his methods that I disagree with. Whether or not you truly intended us as suitors, he believed we were here for his usage and disposal, and saw no fault with that. Carried it out as if it were his right. That is what I take issue with.”

Lady Montilyet nodded, and began to gather up the vellum. “I know. But you must see it from his perspective. He thought you were all no different from the people who sent these.”

“You didn’t tell him otherwise?”

Montilyet sighed. “Your coming here was taken as evidence of the fact,” she explained. “No matter how I tried to reassure him, he did not believe me.”

Trevelyan suppressed her disgust. Of course he did not believe! After being subjected to such advances, one would never be able to trust a single noble again! Trevelyan knew as much herself, from the suitors she met back in Ostwick. And if she was to be presented with four of them without warning—

Oh.

Trevelyan glanced back to the fire, and watched it a moment. What would she have done?

She already knew. There was not a single noble suitor she had met without an eyeroll or a bitingly sarcastic comment. What followed that would be resolute disinterest. And for the persistent, she reserved her most potent insufferability.

Much like the Commander had for them.

The issue was thus: she knew the Ladies. She knew they were innocent of what his pursuers did. She knew they were kind and genial. She knew they would have helped him had he asked.

The Commander knew none of that. He knew only Erridge’s correspondence, Samient’s flirtation, and Touledy’s presence at Halamshiral.

How could he trust them, when his trust was so broken? Violated, by the dozens of letters Lady Montilyet now shuffled into a neat little pile. Taking the risk to know them would require trust he did not have.

And so they were more naturally her friends, than his.

But why her? What had made her so trustworthy? Trevelyan thought back, to the first moment he had spoken to her with compassion. The Undercroft; discussing the delegation. What changed, beside pity?

And she realised: in that moment, she was less a Lady, and more a mage. Every moment after that, as well. That was why he trusted her.

Ironic, for a Templar.

“I see now why he was so uncivil,” she muttered, finally looking back to Lady Montilyet.

Her Ladyship slid the desk drawer shut. “Indeed. I had hoped at least he would maintain some politeness, but—no. His patience for the politics of court was worn thin by the machinations of the Winter Palace.”

“That have plagued him since.”

“Yes.”

Trevelyan shook her head. There was yet one more question she needed answered. “Why then, did you do this?”

Montilyet sighed. Hands dragging, she emerged from behind the desk, and returned to her tea.

“I know it may seem ridiculous,” she said, taking a seat, “and all of this may appear as if a cruelty… but I speak truth when I say—I did this because I fear for him.”

“What?” Trevelyan moved closer. “Fear for him?”

“You have seen what happens to the Commander when he pushes himself too far. How… terrible it can be.”

‘Terrible’ was an understatement.

“Though I and others have tried, he will not stop for us. I am terrified he will work himself to death, and I will not see my friend do that to himself.” Her gaze found Trevelyan’s, and lingered there. “I needed to find someone whom could become more important to him than his work.”

Trevelyan’s mind attempted connection. The requests to play chess. That pile of documents on his desk, suddenly abandoned for a mere walk around the courtyard. A ride through the valley, curated for her.

She hurried the notion away. She would not allow Lady Montilyet any sense of victory in this.

After all, the chance of it had always been low: “How could you ever hope of success in this, when you chose suitors from a pool of those whom he is predisposed to hate?”

“I was... limited, to what I knew.” Montilyet tried a sip of tea, but clinked the cup back down. “Again, I did not think he would discover you, and I did not think he would be rude on principle.”

Trevelyan rolled her eyes. “Really, Lady Montilyet. You deceive yourself. Your plan was always doomed to fail. You would have better gotten him a puppy, not a person.”

“Oh, I know.” Montilyet shoved the tea away. “You have every right to be angry, Lady Trevelyan. So do all the Ladies. So does the Commander. This situation has gotten away from me entirely, and has caused nothing but misery for all involved. I have never been so… sloppy. I have never had such little idea of what to do.”

This much was true, and this much was genuine. From the fear in Lady Montilyet’s eyes, Trevelyan could tell she was aware of how trapped she was, in a mess of her own making. And she had no way out except through.

“Then let me tell you what you will do,” Trevelyan commanded. “You will confess the truth—all of it—to both the Commander and the Ladies. Apologise, prostrate yourself, whatever you must do”—she paused, to phrase her next demand without giving its true intention away—“and you must do everything in your power to make amends to these women. Whatever they ask, do it. Make their trip worthwhile, at least.”

Lady Montilyet nodded. “Of course. Believe me, I am truly sorry, Lady Trevelyan. None of you deserved this. If there is anything I may do to relieve the hurt I have caused, I will do it.”

“Good.”

Montilyet clasped her hands together, something like resolve seeming to pump the blood through her body once more. “Have you spoken to the Ladies about what occurred?”

“Yes,” Trevelyan confirmed. “But they have not had the entirety of it, and they would better have it from you.”

“Then I will speak to them first. The Commander… has asked to be left alone.”

Trevelyan gazed at the fire. “Then let him.”

[rosesnbooks]

Dear Kate,

Hello! 🤗I hope this finds you well!

Just reaching out to see if you’re still up for doing my natal chart reading. I’d love to hear your input and interpretation of it!

Here’s my info:

November 7 1992

Plano, Texas USA

09:58AM

Thank you so much and I hope to hear from you soon! 💖

Sav

free ("brief") natal chart reading

hello dear Sav, hope you enjoy this reading and find yourself in it <3. so, I think you're quite intuitive, mysterious, and intense at your core, and your identity is closely tied to your friends who are important to you. you feel like you are who you are because of people like them and you want to form more meaningful friendships, even though it may not be the easiest thing for you. also, I feel like it can be challenging to show the world who you are, especially when there's this energy in you that tends to be more intense and ambitious, that's contrasting the other side of you that wants to remain more observant and objective. you have an innovative mind and there is something unique about you that others notice, and change can do you good. oh, you're also imaginative, and even more intuitive than I thought! i feel like your identity has changed a lot over time and people who don't know much about you have no idea how intense you can be. i think they see you less seriously, as if you are quite optimistic and friendly. because you value these traits, they're not far from the truth, but there's a darker shade to you. now, people closest to you, know that you can be direct and assertive, and very fierce and ambitious. your emotions come and go quite intensely, sometimes in fits of rage. i think you'll feel the most emotionally fulfilled if you develop a close and honest relationship with your family (whatever your definition of family may be). when you communicate with others, they believe you to be funny and smart, and I feel like you are good with words. there's definitely some kind of contrast within you, you're either quite charming and diplomatic, or you get carried away by your emotions and dominance, so you're really direct. find a balance between those. you have a desire to be independent, and that's what brings you emotional security. one thing regarding the way you speak, I think you may wander from topic to topic because you're so imaginative so your mouth can't keep up with you lol. you offer good advice! in love, you want someone who is light-hearted, funny, spiritual, and knowledgable but also sensitive, thoughtful, and caring. you need to feel safe and comfortable with them. i think romantic relationships will be of a lot of significance for you in this lifetime, but remember to love yourself as much as them! i think you are a driven person, with ambitions and the knowledge of how people function so you can perform very well. you show your most sensitive and loving side to your romantic relationships, and some kind of partnerships in general. be careful about passive-aggressive behaviors. you'll have the most luck in life when you nurture your optimistic, curious, and spiritual side. be as diplomatic, intuitive, and kind as possible too! perhaps you struggle sometimes with blending in different communities and you're scared about losing material possessions and your comforts in life, but I'm here to tell you everything will be okay with them. don't be afraid to speak up and fight for others. take care dear, and I can't wait to hear from you! <3

p.s. i love your username!

[cartoonrival]

Plot Outline (JULIE-SU THE TENREC)

Masterpost

NOTE: a lot of this is vague, especially connecting points. its worded essentially how it was in my notes.

JS meets the Chaotix (briefly, moreso her seeing them hanging out/enjoying each others company than her actually talking to them)

Briefly show what life in the legion is like for her

Something makes her angry and want to leave. She feels like she’s not appreciated and she can’t stop thinking about the Chaotix; she thinks its because she wants to take them down

She “stumbles” upon Knuckles again (he’s alone) (she only went out again in the hopes she would find him again but she doesn’t admit that to herself)

When she finds him, something he says gives her the idea to stage a Legion attack that she can save him from, thus earning his trust. She calls Kragok, tells him she has an in, she needs him to send a couple troops. He’s immediately annoyed and tells her she doesn’t have the authority for that kind of call, but Lien-da is standing next to him and tells him to send the troops and let her try (condescendingly). Her plan works.

The first half of the story is focused on JS's slowly shifting allegiances. Each arc shifts her world view slightly and her uncertainty in aligning herself with the legion grows.

Knux takes her to Mobotropolis to meet the FFs

JS is growing uncertain in what the Legion has been teaching her; she realizes she knows very little about life outside of the Legion and the Freedom Fighters' cause.

Go to a town that’s under attack by the Legion, JS is helping the Chaotix because she has to keep up appearances. Ray's hometown; they meet him (orphaned) and he joins the team at the end of the battle because Mighty especially got attached to him and he doesn't have anywhere else to go

Before they leave, Vector corners her alone and threatens that if he sees her so much as hesitate, she’ll have hell to pay. She of course notifies the Legion that the Chaotix will be there, and when they arrive, someone comments that its like the Legion was expecting them. Vector gives JS a side eye.

Ends up in secluded hand-to-hand with a Legion member

This should be an opportunity to reveal that she’s a spy and that she’s not actually against the Legion. She silently observes that Vector specifically is out of earshot or visual range; he won’t notice what decision she makes, and neither will the others. She doesn’t tell them though, and instead, upon realizing that no one is there to see what she does, [kills] them to protect the Chaotix. She doesn’t fully admit that she’s gone rogue either though; she’s acting like she can somehow play for both teams. Later in the battle she gets pulled aside by Kragok, who asks her for updates on the mission, she offhandedly tells him she’s keeping a log and will send it to the Legion whenever things of note happen.

Learns the truth about Mari-su

Fully shifts her allegiance, furious and enraged by what her siblings did and it fully dawns on her how much she was brainwashed by the Legion. Livid.

Gruckles

Legion team up (Finitevus is still with the Legion), putting him in the chamber scene. The Chaotix don't know what's happening to him, and the Legion wants to know. Very tense teamup in order to figure out what his problem is

JS tells Knux she was planning on betraying them but changed her mind, and comes out as transgender.

She is referred to as Calix (he/him) up to this point. Knuckles helps her cut her quills short. See Julie-su in the masterpost. At some point she secretly asks Rotor and Dr. Quack for help removing the tracker from her heart.

General D’Coolette rescue

Gruckles again. Knuckles dies for three days. See Gruckles in the masterpost.

While Sonic is in space (dead)) Freedom Fighters teamup (heavily featuring Sally, Bunnie, Patch

Emphasize Sally's mental state, which is very bad. She does not like having her hair long. Bunnie and "Antoine" (Patch) are arguing the whole time.

Mara-ta mission (Harry the Cabbie cameo). See Mara-ta in the masterpost.

JS BETRAYAL EVENT (JUDASCORE)

Her logs (like in the SSS girls rule whatever) were being sent directly to the Legion (she did not know this obviously).

Gets taken away and turned into Enerjak maybe?

Whatever happens, Lien-da and Kragok hardcore manipulate her into almost believing the Chaotix don’t care about her. She needs to actually do something to help the Legion on purpose; I don’t want it to just be a misunderstanding because that’s just kind of frustrating and anticlimactic.

When she sees the Chaotix again she starts sobbing crying really hard just saying im sorry im so sorry over and over (return issue is titled “hell to pay”)

MOSTLY REMERGES WITH ARCHIE AS USUAL. STUFF MISSING HERE. I DONT KNOW.

CONTINUATION (WHERE GENESIS WAVE LEFT OFF)

Sally is fundamentally changed by being roboticized; a machine meant to roboticize the entire world was redirected to a single person, so the effects are deeper rooted

Body gets destroyed; Nicole, Rotor, and Tails rescue her consciousness and upload her to the city’s system as an AI like Nicole; Nicole uses old photos to create her avatar. Robians are mobian consciousnesses inside robots, not robot consciousnesses inside robots. How would that make recovering Sally different from changing out the memory of a regular robot?

Bunnie went to Beau to be legionized; wracked with guilt that she couldn’t protect Antoine, feels selfish for wanting to be fully flesh again (also just genuinely realizing how much she really enjoyed being partially roboticized)

JS and Surge joint missions (See Surge in the masterpost)

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Dreams Of The Wanderer

Outside the window, the sky appears cloudy and grey, but when I turn the pages of the book, I can leave this location and go somewhere else without using a vehicle. I was just able to slink under the cozy blanket and take in the traveler's lovely sight story.

I do hope to travel the world someday. a person, like Lara Croft or Indiana Jones, who makes an unexpected discovery. I really want to go kayaking on the river and be surrounded by nature. I also want to visit an abandoned tomb or some ruins, sit down, and then draw those structures. Inside the oldest library or a person's home, whose owner doesn't mind if I remove it, I might find the ancient script from the past. I might be able to merely scan it or take a picture if the owner never allowed me to take it or even buy it. The script will then be printed and read at home by me after that.

Aside from that, I do wish I could breathe while lying on the grass and enjoying the wind's breeze while being surrounded by the wild flowers that will soon be used to adorn my grave. Additionally, I wished to experience lovely moments with wonderful people in wonderful settings while listening to a fine symphony through my headphones. What a beautiful day!

However, if the Lord gave me the strength to engage in such extreme activities, I would have loved to have been able to fly from the summit of the mountain, participate in a flying fox, go horseback riding while lost in the woods, hunt deer with a bow and arrow, make my own weapon, carry a large satchel on my back, and pack all of my art supplies and a journal. Even if it wasn't an artistic style like my own, the polaroid would be my closest friend if it was too heavy to bring many resources.

But above all, I want the courage to handle everything on my own. Even though I always fail and make mistakes, I do attempt to be autonomous because living is a journey.

They say that life is short. And they were indeed correct. Not here is bliss. Earth is this. Earth is the place where people like us discover information, pursue their lives' goals, and take a seat to briefly pray to God. Like before, I have to live by remembering my God. Without, I doubt I could move about or survive. And perhaps God had a purpose in bringing me here.

God wanted me to learn something, therefore I rationalize that there are many things out there for me to learn. God also wanted me to experience emotion. There is a message concealed within the poem, the truth behind the historical account, and a remake moment from the storyteller who wants me to experience the same emotions as they did and to have a heart-to-heart dialogue with someone who is searching for the same thing I am. Even yet, I gradually became someone who desired exploration.

I wander alone since I'm a loner. A historian who visits various monuments. an artist who moves about from place to place. a generous poet who enjoys hearing from others. An introverted writer who draws inspiration for their stories from their observations of the world around them. an individual who seeks education, joy, inspiration, and goodwill.

Unfortunately, I might hurt myself if I try to accomplish this alone. Eventually, many people had previously warned me about how risky being by myself was. How risky it is to be alone anywhere—in the movies, in the lobby, among people, on a pitch-black road at night, etc. The most depressing truth was that no one else enjoyed what I did. Instead, they advise me to follow their preferences so I can join their group. That, however, is the falsehood. Lying to myself that I’m okay doing what people like. They happy if I was helping them but no one knows how to make me happy as always beside making a cliché jokes or silly things around. The things are I never happy around the people because I lie to myself again.

During the time that all of my wishes came true, I was roaming. Perhaps if I took a step by going somewhere by myself, they would be satisfied with what I had done. When will I accomplish it, though? I have how many budgets? What are the possibilities for this life?

No response.

And everyone will keep critiquing my concepts and aspirations.

Maybe on another day, when I had sufficient financial, intellectual, and physical fortitude to move on my own far from this prison. For that reason, I hold onto this item for so long that I lose track of who I really am. I read here while hiding under the blanket. painting while seated at a table or on the floor. laying on the bed, thinking while listening. Next, I write. As I sleep, I record what I witnessed in my dream. I had a dream that I was around the world and flying foxing to abandoned buildings. Without knowing that, I'm not sure where I am.