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lloydskywalkers · 4 years

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Heyo! Hope your doing exceptionally well, wonderful and ur staying safe! I was reading ur little oneshots for the movie! Verse and instantly fell in love! Think u have anymore for Kai and Lloyd? (But u don’t need to listen to this, obviously hehe) Have a splendid day!

ahhH thank you, I hope you’re doing well too!! :D oh man it’s been so long since i’ve written something for movie-verse, but I’ve had this little snippet in my head for a while so I guess it’s as good a time as any (and it is, of course, about kai and lloyd bc when is it noT)

it’s a little different than what i usually write, for movie-verse? but i hope it fits the bill! (takes place pre-movie, btw)

Of all his friends, Lloyd thinks Kai is most like the sun. Not just for his codename, and the enthusiasm with which he brings fire to the team, metaphorically and far too often literally, but for how bright he is. Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun at full force, strong and blazing and staunchly refusing to let anyone hide from his warmth. An endlessly combusting ball of stubbornness and passion.

Kai also reminds Lloyd of the sun in the way that he possesses about the same amount of brain cells the sun does, which is zero, because the sun has no brain — much like Kai.

“Hey, ru—de, ow, stop—”

Kai’s petulant response strangles off in cracked pain as Lloyd hushes him, simultaneously pulling the alcohol-soaked cloth from his arm with a sympathetic wince.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lloyd murmurs, wringing the edge of the cloth. “But I’ve gotta — it’ll get infected, if you don’t—”

“Nah, s’okay,” Kai says, breath hissing out through clenched teeth. He gives Lloyd a wavering smile that could almost be encouraging, were he not bleeding over Lloyd’s faded bedspread. “Just caught me off guard, I’m good now. ‘Sides, the — the stitches are gonna be worse, so—”

“It won’t be that bad,” Lloyd promises him, cleaning the rest of the deep slashes that run across Kai’s arm as quickly as he can. The lower ones aren’t so bad — he could get away without stitches, maybe. It’s the uppermost one that scares Lloyd, cutting deep enough into Kai’s skin to pose a threat. And Lloyd has no intention of leaving Kai anywhere near in danger, especially with the reason he’s hurt in the first place.

Lloyd swallows against the thick lump that suddenly forms in his throat, trying to banish the flood of emotions that have been rising since the battle against his father’s forces earlier. Surprise, shock, gratitude—? A swirling maelstrom of a deep-seated kind of aching warmth Lloyd is utterly unfamiliar with. It leaves him off-kilter, and words don’t come easily as they usually do.

Not that words ever come easily to Lloyd, but normally he isn’t quite this stuttering. Maybe. He hopes not. Maybe he’s just hyperaware right now, after everything, and he always sounds this embarrassing.

“I promise,” Lloyd continues, yanking himself from his thoughts as he busies with the needle. “I’ve got a lot of experience, and I’ll be gentle.”

Kai watches Lloyd threading the needle with a thinly-veiled fear, but he nods, the bravado Lloyd’s more familiar with making its way across his face. “Nice,” he says. “I trust you, Dr. Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s hands falter with the needle for a moment, before he resumes sterilizing it, ducking his head. Kai sounds like he means it — Kai sounds like he means everything he says, but the way he says trust hits differently, for Lloyd.

They’ve only been a team for few months, now. Not very long at all, to form any kind of trust in the son of your greatest enemy. Lloyd’s been going to school with some of the same people since kindergarten, and they’ve never looked at him with anything kinder than hatred, much less trust. And yet Kai is here, offering him his bleeding arm in Lloyd’s tiny room, trusting him to repair the damage he only took because he was protecting Lloyd.

Lloyd doesn’t understand. He doesn’t — people don’t — but his team—

They listened to him. Actually listened to him, to Lloyd. They actually listen to him in general, have since they were all thrown together in this odd little grouping, but it hasn’t quite hit home in the way it did tonight, when he’d snapped orders at them in barely-restrained panic, Kai’s blood staining his fingers as he’d staunched the knife wounds meant for him.

They hadn’t flinched back at his raised voice. Lloyd never raises his voice — he’s learned to keep it quiet, soft, unassuming. Even the slightest slip of frustration is enough to send anyone around him murmuring in suspicion, eyes narrowing and hissed whispers of just like his father filling the air.

Lloyd’s voice had been sharp and strained, barking across the rooftop, and they’d listened. No one flinched back, no eyes widened in fear — they’d just listened. They’re still listening, carrying out Lloyd’s orders without question, and it’s — it’s dizzying, if Lloyd had to put a word to it.

Cole and Zane are taking care of clean-up — something Lloyd will have to thank them for later, profusely. Neither were particularly happy about letting Kai out of their sights, but Cole and Zane are better at keeping each other steady than anyone else. It was the right call, Lloyd knows it was. Hopes it was.

But Lloyd hasn’t been having much faith in his calls, tonight. Not after Kai went down.

He swallows, focusing on the sounds reverberating from behind his closed door. Nya and Jay are talking with his mother, Nya’s louder tones easier to hear as she laughs. Lloyd knows her well enough to catch the strain in it, but he knows it’ll fool his mother. They’re distraction — Lloyd’s house was closest, and he’s got the best supplies stashed there. No one questions why he’s the one with the fully stocked medical kit, but Lloyd suspects they’ve all drawn their own conclusions.

He wishes they’d believe him, when he says it’s because he’s worried for them. He grew up with Wu as his uncle, who picks fights on a daily basis — with Morro as his cousin, who picks fights on an hourly basis. Lloyd knows the importance of having the good kind of medical supplies.

He finishes prepping the needle, squeezing Kai’s wrist briefly in warning. Lloyd’s not usually a tactile person — not that anyone would let him be — but he knows Kai soaks up touch like a starved sponge, and Lloyd’s desperate to give any kind of comfort he can before he starts with the needle.

Kai swallows, fixing his eyes firmly on the faded glow-in-the-dark stars plastered across Lloyd’s ceiling.

“Okay,” he says, his voice tight. “Bring it on.”

Lloyd swallows, steels himself, and sets the needle against his skin. Kai flinches at the first prick, eyes squeezing shut briefly, but otherwise he doesn’t move, jaw set stubbornly as Lloyd moves quickly. For his part, Lloyd keeps his eyes locked on the stitches, his hands steady. For all that Lloyd’s made up of bouncing nerves half the time, his hands rarely shake. Never when patching wounds up. He’s always been proud of how steady he can hold a needle, and tonight is no exception.

It’s the least he can do.

Kai suddenly tenses up, a broken-off noise strangling in his throat. Lloyd’s heart twists, but he stays steady, rallying himself. Conversation — Kai likes talking, right? Distraction, he can do that.

“So, um,” Lloyd stutters. On second thought, he’s awful at small talk. But — for Kai. “The way you took down that last guy was, it was really cool. Where’d you learn that?”

Kai bites his lip, exhaling shakily before he answers. “I train too, you know.”

Lloyd’s mouth quirks, despite himself. “Not like that.”

“What, a ninja can’t — can’t get creative,” Kai replies, through half-gritted teeth. Lloyd doesn’t say anything, but Kai rolls his eyes, continuing. “Fine. When I was younger, I ah…might’ve taken a few dance classes. For Nya! ‘Cause I couldn’t let her go alone, y’know, but they were — they were kinda fun, I guess, and maybe they slip into fighting, sometimes.” His cheeks darken, and Lloyd bites back a quiet laugh.

“Nothing like Cole, obviously, ‘cause he’s an actual dancer, but — that’s where I got it from.” He pins Lloyd with a glare, that’s somewhat dimmed by the scrunched expression of pain on his face. “Tell anyone and you’re dead though, okay?”

Lloyd hums his agreement, too focused on the stitches to reply immediately. After a moment, though, he speaks up again. “I did some ballet, when I was little.”

“No way,” Kai says, sounding delighted.

“Yeah, way,” Lloyd says. “I’ve heard from a very reliable source that dancing backgrounds are useful, with ninja stuff.”

“Very reliable meaning your uncle,” Kai grins.

Lloyd shrugs. “Maybe,” he half-smiles. Kai suddenly sucks in another pained breath, but to Lloyd’s relief, it’s likely the last one. He finishes off the stitches with a well-practiced hand, snapping the end of the thread and exhaling in relief.

“There. All done.”

Kai’s eyes widen. “Seriously, already?” He glances down at his arm, his other hand moving up to touch the stitches. Lloyd smacks it away, glaring at him.

“Don’t touch. You still have to watch out for infection. I’ll text you instructions for taking care of it, and everything. Just don’t do anything, ah…”

“No ninja-ing?” Kai finishes for him, crestfallen.

“Probably a good idea,” Lloyd says, apologetic. “But it’s not too bad. Shouldn’t take long, and you can be out, uh, ninja-ing again."

Kai is quiet for a moment, regarding his stitches. Then he turns to Lloyd, who is immediately staggered at the bright smile that stretches across his face.

“Cool. Thanks, Lloyd. You’re good at this.”

Lloyd can’t answer, his throat burning. He forces the welling moisture back, looking away. Kai’s only hurt for him, and that is layered with so much more meaning than Lloyd can comprehend right now.

“No problem,” Lloyd mutters, focusing instead on the voices outside his door in an attempt to find footing again. He can hear his mom laughing at something Nya’s said, open and relaxed in a way his mom rarely is. Lloyd’s heart twists into knots.

He doesn’t deserve them, any of them. Not really.

If Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun, then the rest of the team reminds him of stars. All bright and shining, bursting with warmth in their own way. Maybe not quite at the blazing heat that Kai does, but Nya is a north star if Lloyd’s ever needed one. Jay’s a blinking constellation, scattered stars that form a complex whole much larger than you’d thought. Cole’s the kind of star you see first pop up over the horizon, blending with the oranges and purples of the sunset, like a painting you’d see in soft watercolors. Zane’s the early-morning kind of star, the ones that stay stubbornly after the night’s left, dotting the pale morning with a calm steadiness.

Lloyd would be a planet, he supposes, caught in faithful orbit around the five people who have somehow, for some reason, given him a chance. It’d be generous, though. No, Lloyd is content just to be a moon — with no light of his own, reflecting only the brilliance others give him the best he can.

Kai’s finger taps the edge of his forehead, snapping Lloyd from his thoughts, and he blinks in confusion.

“Lost you there, again,” Kai asks, words mangled through a yawn. “Where’d you go?”

Lloyd shakes his head, turning his attention back to the bloodied thread leftover in his hands. His stomach turns, and he quickly sets it aside. “Just thinking.” He pauses, momentarily lost for words. He settles for jerking his head toward the window, where the smoke trailing from their hard-won battle is still visible against the dark sky, and gives Kai a wry smile. “How much do you wanna bet the cheerleading team comes up with a new song tomorrow?”

It’s been an inside joke for them, the ridiculous songs Chen and his gang keep coming up with to throw at Lloyd, and normally it gets a laugh from Kai. This time, though, Kai is silent, his eyes searching as he stares at Lloyd. Lloyd shifts under the attention, caught off-guard again. He doesn’t know what kind of look this is, that Kai’s giving him.

“They shouldn’t talk about you like that,” Kai finally says. His voice is quiet, but Lloyd can spot the brewing anger in it. Kai’s always got anger to spare.

“Sticks and stones, remember?” Lloyd shakes his head. He’s learned, after a while, that anger changes nothing. “Words will never hurt me.”

“Words hurt when people are throwing sticks and stones at you while they yell about your dad,” Kai grumbles.

“No one’s thrown rocks since second grade, actually.”

“Hm.” Kai’s tone is a mix of thinly withheld anger and mild amusement. Lloyd tilts his head, confused, and Kai gives a huff, anger tugging loose.

“Y’know, people say that if kids throw rocks at you in second grade, it means they’ve got a crush on you.”

Lloyd knows well enough it’s a joke, but he flushes red anyways, heat spreading across his cheeks. “Yeah, sure,” he stammers. Kai laughs at his reaction, though, the odd kind of anger departing, and Lloyd feels he’s found his footing again.

They’re quiet as Lloyd finishes cleaning up the medical supplies, Kai nodding sleepily on his bed while Lloyd carefully washes the needle in the bathroom sink. Maybe he can convince his mom to let Kai spend the night, he thinks. Jay and Nya , too — their apartment isn’t very big, but it’s awfully late to make them walk home, and Lloyd is fine with taking the floor, if he needs to.

Lloyd nods to himself, resolving to ask her once he’s finished hiding the evidence. His mom’s been so thrilled about him having people over at all, he can’t see her saying no. A smile pulls at his lips as he listens to the conversation outside his door again. Jay’s rambling on now, bright and excited without any of his usual reservation. He feels a pang, wondering if Jay’s the same as him — wondering if they’re all the same, playing at muted caricatures of themselves, too fearful to let whatever lies beneath shine through.

He wonders what it means, that they’re the ones with the city in their hands, that weight on their shoulders. Wonders what it means, that Lloyd feels safer with bullets strafing the air around him and his mask on, than he ever has with it off. That Green Ninja will always, always sound better than Lloyd in his ears.

“Hey, uh.”

Lloyd starts at Kai’s voice, twisting the sink off as he turns to face him. Kai looks half asleep, but the smile he gives him is bright as ever.

“Thanks, seriously. Not just for this, but for looking out for us. You’re a good friend.”

Lloyd’s heart skips a beat, his brain latching onto the word friend and holding on tightly, tucking it somewhere safe inside his chest.

“So thanks, Lloyd,” Kai yawns, barely awake at all now, but still stubbornly clinging to the threads of awareness.

Lloyd’s got his own thank you to give back, twisted and strangled behind whatever lump’s formed in his throat, but Kai’s snoring before he gets the chance to say it. So Lloyd tugs the edge of his comforter over his friend — his friend — instead, and runs the words over in his mind again and again, like a treasured line from a book.

On second thought. Maybe Lloyd isn’t so bad. He’s only ever liked his name the way his mom says it, without any of the snapping, harsh emphasis others give it. In others’ mouths, Lloyd’s name is a curse. In his mom’s, Lloyd’s name belongs to a person.

But he thinks, maybe, he likes the way it sounds when his teammates use it, too.

#answered #ninjago #tlnm #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #slight blood tw #i just. have a lot of feelings about friends #and a lot of thoughts about how the movie!ninja put each other on pedestals #not in an inherently bad way but #i think they all think so much of each other #they forget they're human #and that leads to fallout #anyways! movie bros T-T #my fic #masterofswag213

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theratopia · 3 years

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The P Word

Welcome back, Therapals,

Our subject for the week came to my attention while listening to the Patreon exclusive part of episode 183. Even though those who are not subscribed might be missing a little bit of context, I still think it's very important to discuss.

“Why do people say "grow some balls"? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.” - Betty White

Pardon my ignorance, but why the fuck is "pussy" used as a synonym for "coward" in English? I never really understood this concept, and I honestly think we need to start thinking about how the use of language can cause some unintended damage. I mean, the entire field of mental health deals with how words are spoken and interpreted to tackle several issues.

To me, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard when I hear otherwise inclusive and well-mannered men use the slang that happens to be a colloquial term for the vulva as a derogatory term in reference to another man they deemed inferior. The use of the word is objectively false. Correct me if I'm wrong, but no other part of the human body is able to naturally stretch itself up to 10 cm - almost 4 inches for you imperial heathens - to let out a brand new human being. So, please save the jokes about a big pussy being a bad thing because if it weren't, you could have choked on the way out. And speaking of size, we should also bury the stupidity that it is referring to a large pussy as something that got stretch from “a lot of use”, further shaming women for their pearls-clutching audacity of being sexually active or, the horror, becoming a mother. It sure does help a lot the myth of virginity and purity, guys, thanks. Or how a woman's worth is undeniably linked to her sexual history, which should be void. Check your calendars, it’s 2021.

Ignoring blunt reductionism for the sake of the argument, the pussy is actually amazing, very strong, and comes in all shapes, sizes and colors. The pussy has its own ecosystem that protects itself and the whole body, like a proper heroine. Unfortunately, the culture of hatred for everything considered feminine has worked for centuries to convince us that people who have pussies are dirty, impure, not worthy; they are less than human. Pussy, the biggest shame.

The conversation is also tricky because it’s hard not to alienate trans folks when talking about it. We tend to say "women" as a shorthand for people who were born with pussies, so I am sorry if sometimes sounds like I’m falling into the trap of gender conformity. But I guess this is another head of Hydra. Calling a man "pussy" as an insult is a great way to reinforce gender roles whilst making sure you let your internalized misogyny shine through. Ugh.

The pussy also features the ability to experience multiple orgasms as many times as possible. A true hard worker of human pleasure. In theory, the number of orgasms that a pussy can experience is infinite. It's not even that hard, you just need to know what you're doing. What they say about pussies taking longer to climax is but a myth perpetuated by people who didn't do their due diligence. Nerve endings to get stimulated and create massive amounts of pleasure are abundant - twice as many as nerve endings on penises. The pussy even supplies its own lubricant. You don't need an instructions manual, just a healthy measure of curiosity. Perhaps a bit of bravery, like every pussy is born with.

Since we are talking about levels of sensitivity, it is important to talk about pain. The pussy needs maintenance. Actual medical supervision. I could open a side note to discuss Brazilian waxing, but that is a completely optional, personal and merely aesthetic choice. No vaginally endowed person can escape the discomfort of invasive procedures that are needed on a very regular basis. We have no option and there is no effort at all devoted to trying to make them the least bit less distressing. I kid you not, the instrument still used for pussy care dates back to 1300 BC.

All of this to say that we need to let these gender-based insults die. Or at least not make the mistake of passing them on to the younger generation. No pussy owner should feel ashamed of their pussy. And penis equipped people should learn that they are equal, not better, not superior just because their genitals present differently.

To finish it off, the best feature of the word pussy is triggering conservative buffoons, like that guy who shall not be named but for some reason decided to make a fool of himself by shaking his fists at the sky against the gloriousness of a good moist box.

Triple hugs,

Mayor of Theratopia

#wap #podtherapy #pword #feminism

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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Winx Club Season 3 Thoughts (4kids) Part 2

Picking back up from where we left off - 3x14. Part 1 here.

Warning for some heavy anti Bloom stuff. I don’t normally let these get hateful but I just cannot anymore and this is my own rewatch and my own opinion. You can just not read it if you think you don’t want to or you don’t need the negativity. And there is some of that just in general as well and not only in regards to Bloom. (This also gets pretty angry with Valtor in the last few episodes because he’s been getting on my nerves.)

3x14:

- Well, I’m crying too. I know Tecna will be fine but seeing Winx so heartbroken is making me weep along with them. And what they said about wishing they’d laughed more at her jokes was particularly hard to swallow. Now I am genuinely upset, too.

- Aww, Riven is trying to be a good friend (even if he keeps insisting Tecna’s gone). And Timmy saying he can feel her presence is just some next level romantic shit considering his thing (and Tecna’s) has always been technology. He’s throwing logic out the window for his girl and I am ready to cry all over again just for that.

- Did they think of not being friends anymore? I know it feels wrong without Tecna but being together would have surely been better than breaking apart that friendship. And Tecna wouldn’t have wanted that from them.

- Oppositus is just hilarious. “Part sunny and part rainy. Hot and cold.” Well, that’s the perfect weather. Everyone will get what they want at one point or another.

- At least Faragonda and Griselda thought of monitoring the girls. Not that they’re doing such a great job of it but that’s another thing.

- That scene with Stormy getting spelled with Oppositus is really getting on my nerves but in a kind of calm way. It’s like it’s not making me mad but I really don’t like it so I am just sitting through it with a pained smile. I just wish Icy and Darcy would be a bit more supportive. (Also, Stella got spelled with Oppositus in season 1 as well so he’s not really showing them anything that special.)

- Didn’t they establish that the witches were hypnotized and doing whatever Valtor wanted. Why did they think that they wouldn’t be brainwashed all of a sudden? What? Did they think Valtor would give them a break for the day? And of course, let’s just barge into Cloud Tower with no plan of attack and no advantage of taking him by surprise. Fucking spectacular. Also, they couldn’t defeat him when Tecna was with them last time and all six of them fought him together. Why do they think they can take him down now? Yes, Flora got her Enchantix since then but they’re down with one member and Valtor has stolen new spells. They don’t stand a chance.

- I love how Valtor is messing with them. It’s obvious that he can defend himself against Bloom’s blasts but he wanted to get her mad to get her to use her full power and destroy her with Oppositus. And trapping Musa and Flora into what they hate the most is pretty horrible but I am kinda amused. (However, since he is pretty much using their opposites, for the longest time I thought he spelled the two of them with Oppositus too but he didn’t.)

- Rock cannibals of the dark dimension? Damn, I really wanna see that!

- Oritel has magic? I am pretty sure Valtor was lying about that considering that he was lying about everything else. And admitting that he couldn’t have defeated Oritel without a deception? That doesn’t sound like something Valtor would say. Gotta hand it to him, though, that was a pretty good plan he had for getting rid of Bloom.

- Aww, Griffin thinking so fondly of Faragonda even though she’s talking about a time when Faragonda was stronger than her. That is so cute.

- Why wasn’t Stormy at least a bit mad about what Valtor did to her?

- The Detention Dimension is such a fun concept. I love it! (I’m not loving the fact that I just got a second fic idea from this episode, though.)

- At least they figured out that the girls escaped. Otherwise, they would have said bye-bye to Bloom as well. And yay, for the Company of Light being back into action (”There’s just something about Valtor that makes everyone want to give him payback” XD (I think the Company is not over what happened 17 years ago either)) and everything but that “power pose” they’re striking is just so lame.

- Doing a dragon head thing with their hands to summon a protective shield is such a cool idea. Though, it did took me a while to figure out what was going on. It was only after seeing that Saladin was using his staff with the dragon head instead of doing the hand gesture that I figured out what they were actually doing there.

- The deception spell Darcy used was cool but shouldn’t there be some magic to the Detention Dimension that prevents that? Or was the logic that if they can pull such a spell off, then they are free to go because obviously they’re good at being witches?

- Valtor did take damage from Bloom’s fire but that was her full might there and it barely fazed him for a few moments. That Enchantix of hers must be really powerful for her to be so much stronger in later episodes. Or, once again, the writers just simply don’t know what they’re doing and can’t measure up their powers in a normal way. Poor Darcy, though. She thought he was angry at them for using the deception spell.

3x15:

- Ugh, I hate the Pyros arc.

- Thank god Sky missed Bloom. I am so not in the mood for them. But hey, Brandon is back, too! After being locked up like some criminal. Okay, but Sky said that Diaspro was banished from Eraklyon and we wouldn’t see her again. So why do we see her again several times in following seasons?

- I was gonna say that Pyros wasn’t so bad but... yeah, it’s... pretty bad. That shot of Bloom right before she blasted that dragon from underwater is so cool, though! (I kinda feel like she should be on better terms with dragons, though. You know, because of the Dragon Fire. Or does that just annoy them more? Looks like option B in this case.)

- Look at Riven running from emotions like it’s the plague! And Brandon has his own girlfriend and the consequences of staying out with her to deal with. But at least Sky is back to being helpful now that he’s not spelled anymore.

- Since when can’t Valtor shapeshift? He did turn into a deer in 3x10. That is shapeshifting. God, this show is so annoying with its lack of continuity. I reconsidered this and okay, I can see how his shapeshifting was limited to only animate things. And he needed to turn into a lightning which is different. I admit I was slightly but not completely wrong because it is incorrect that he can’t shapeshift. He can, just not to the degree that he needs.

- I see it’s time for Darcy to be the “favorite one”. He’s playing them so hard and Icy and Darcy are so falling for it. I totally agree with Stormy that they’re throwing themselves at him for attention.

- Stormy: I’m over him. Me: Good for her!

- Daphne! It’s been so long. I wish we’d seen more of her. Even though they dragged her into that stupidity about the dragon. Also, how is Bloom supposed to become stronger if she doesn’t know what to do? I feel her confusion (which I really hate to admit but I do).

- “If a monkey falls in a fountain, does it make a sound?” I. AM. SCREECHING!

- Oof, the maneuver with the coat was so smooth! And we saw him fight more physically! And get knocked face first into the ground! XD

- Timmy counted Tecna’s freckles? Talk about precision. XD But aww, Tecna laughed at his jokes because she knew what it’s like when no one laughed at hers. *sob* They are so cute!

- Walk like a dragon? Seriously? That is so ridiculous.

- Oh, thank god. For a moment I thought they were gonna make her eat bugs.

- I’m with Darcy. I like Valtor when he’s so chill in the middle of his chaotic energy. But the bracelet? To protect her from negative energy? Isn’t giving a witch a charm that wards off negative energy the same as casting a protective spell over Cloud Tower? Which he mocked in 3x10. And the shapeshifting thing is still stupid but damn! Turning into lightning? That is FUCKING AWESOME! I WANNA!!!!!!

- Oof, Bloom summoned the Dragon Fire from inside her? Okay, that was cool. Also, interesting that both Bloom and Valtor had major power-ups in this episode.

- Really? Timmy fell asleep just as he made contact with Tecna? Come on!

- That was her dragon all along? I thought we were talking metaphorically about her inner dragon. Why does this show always have to be so literal and lame? Not to mention redundant. This is the same stupidity from back in season 1 when her power was inside her all along and they sent her a whole bunch of places to “find” it.

3x16:

- Omg. Timmy found Tecna! And Brandon and Sky are both so happy about it and so proud of him! Not to mention already gearing up to go and save her even though it is the middle of the night! This scene is so adorable, I love it!

- Woah, what happened to Valtor’s eyes? Was that the demon in him showing up?

- I actually really like that scene with Stella and Sky and Riven talking. It’s nice to see Winx interact with Specialists that aren’t their boyfriends when their boyfriends aren’t around. Sells the whole friend group vibe. And them cheering each other on was really cute.

- Okay, this scene with Bloom is not only pointless, but also stupid. She can fly! She doesn’t need to jump from stone to stone and even if she loses her balance, she won’t fall because she can fucking fly! This is so stupid and not at all dramatic or suspenseful. What’s your excuse for this, writers? Also, where’s her stupid dragon? What? Did she hallucinate her own inner dragon and saw it outside of her the whole time?

- Aww, Timmy just wants to have his girl back and dance with her! That is so cute! And Brandon and Stella!

- What is the point of this scene with Bloom? She was like “No, I am not coming back unless I get stronger” but now she starts screaming at the air that she wants to go home right this second? Which she totally could? Just bc Faragonda sent her there through a portal, doesn’t mean she can’t find her own way out of Pyros. And then again acting like she doesn’t have wings? Even if she fell down that chasm, she could fly out. I am so sick of this.

- Where did Maya come from? And also, of course, on Pyros you can just bend magic rules. Makes fucking sense. And all that stuff about “being destined to battle great evil” is really getting on my nerves. Not to mention that she was looking for her parents and last time Stella checked, the Hall of the Universe said they were still alive. So there are people from her planet out there and she can earn her Enchantix the normal way. But she’s all given up on finding her parents just because Valtor told her they were dead? And she believed him because... he is the biggest evil they have fought so far and plays dirty the whole time? Fucking logic.

- I’m not even gonna talk about that magical meditation thing.

- Stella is killing me. In the Omega dimension and she still thinks about fashion.

- Timmy really thought he was gonna negotiate with Omega dimension prisoners? There was no way that could’ve gone down peacefully.

- Oh, come on! Big deal that they fell in a chasm. They can fly! God, why does everyone keep acting like fairies face the same problems with falling that people do? They have fucking wings! They’re going to be just fine! Stop dramatizing over nothing!!!!!!!!!!

- Damn, how are the Specialists not dead? Or at least not having anything broken after having huge rocks thrown at them and being crushed by them?

- Oh, damn! I always thought the necklace came from her Enchantix but it was Maya that gave it to her?

- Well, she got her Enchantix. Is this over now? I am so ready to move on. And since when does she have ownership of the island? Yes, you’re the princess of Domino and the guardian of the Dragon Fire and the most special ever - we get it. Now calm down.

3x17:

- Really? She’s gonna angst about Winx not being there when she can just find someone to ask? Like, maybe Faragonda? And while she’s at it also tell her that she came back from Pyros? Oh, and the pixies were there all along! See, no fucking reason for drama! AND Griselda and Faragonda were already awake so she could’ve just gone to them. Although, they did not seem the least bit relieved that she was back. I mean, it wasn’t like her life was in danger or something, right? Why would they be happy to see her? It’s just like she came back from vacation.

- Wait, Faragonda knew what was going on on Pyros? Seriously? I am so over all of this!

- Oh, now it isn’t Sky’s fault? But she was all bitchy back in Gardenia. I am so done with them!

- Okay, Winx aren’t too safe but that was not because of the fall. It is because of the ice snake.

- Bloom and Sky are equipped with proper clothing. So why weren’t the rest of them? It wasn’t like they didn’t know where they were going. Why didn’t they prepare themselves?

- Why the fuck can’t she transform? They’re just making stuff up as they go to create the illusion of danger.

- Of course, they find Tecna even though Timmy was the one that build a machine to tell him she was even alive still. And it had her precise coordinates but nope. Bloom will be the one to find her. And then save the day. Because she is Bloom. Miss Universe. No, I am not bitter, why are you asking?

- Sky didn’t have to interrupt that hug so insensitively.

- Also, obviously Tecna was trapped! Where did they think she was? But at least, she is really handling herself! She is awesome. Maybe a bit too much. I mean, making food out of ice? Talk about doing the impossible.

- Really? That’s just some rope. Tecna should be able to do something about it with her magic.

- And yes. Bloom can’t transform but she and Sky are still the ones to save the day. Even though it was all Tecna’s plan and she was the one who found the others. Of fucking course! We didn’t get to see her Enchantix in action even. I am really salty about this if you can’t tell.

- Yes, let’s just shout and draw everyone in one kilometer radius towards ourselves! Not to mention risk making some ice crack and fall! Such a great idea!

- Yeah, “walking” sure happened. And couldn’t Tecna transform and fly her down? The Enchantix wings are way stronger and Bloom has carried both her parents with her winx wings.

- Omg, Stella is so precious! She literally passed out from exhaustion while trying to keep them safe and warm! My baby! I love her so much!

- How have Bloom and Tecna not broken anything? They fell from so high up! This does not logic logically!

- Oh, yeah. Bloom is so much stronger! She’s only needed saving a couple of times since she got her Enchantix less than an episode ago. But how do they all keep lifting each other up so easily? They must be using magic for it. I mean, please. Even children aren’t so easy to lift up.

- Well, of course. She can’t transform... but she just did. Just like she couldn’t get her Enchantix... but she did anyway. Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? And it is really stupid because this whole episode has been going so hard for the “oh, poor Bloom who can’t transform” narrative but in the end she is still the strongest one and the one to save the day. Well, you have to pick one! You can’t have it both ways!

- Yes, sure, it was Musa’s fairy dust that fixed this. Right. And why did she even use fairy dust? There was no dark magic to remove from Bloom. None of this is adding up. None of it.

- I thought they were low on Enchantix juice. But they look like they’re doin’ just fine.

- And now she’s speaking with the snake! Which, by the way, should totally be Flora’s department. Or Roxy’s. Not Bloom’s, that’s for damn sure. And the snake isn’t even a dragon! There is some connection to dragons but still. Plus, can’t be destroyed bc it’s part of the Omega dimension? Well, I’ve got news for you! Valtor destroyed some snakes and almost caused the destruction of Omega as well. So it is not impossible.

- “I have an idea” but “I don’t know what I am going to do”. Great!

- “Just think about protecting Stella...” Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

- Omg, I can’t believe her stupid plan worked. First, the ground just opened up to let her through because she’s apparently fairy Moses. And then the snake just did what she told it to do? Really?

3x18:

- Their pajamas are ridiculous. Also, isn’t it a bit early to talk about engagement and marriage? And lake house? You mean, lake palace. I doubt either Erendor or Samara have ever settled for anything less than a fucking palace (and yes, I will take every chance to bitch about them because I can’t stand them.)

- Yeah, just call your boyfriend at 1 a.m. You know, to wish him good night. I mean, just because my sleep schedule is fucked up, doesn’t mean that everyone else’s is. And considering there are classes the next day, it was obviously too late for that. Flora what was that horrible advice coming from you?

- Wait... I don’t think I remember that scene where the Specialists actually infiltrate CT. Am I by any chance watching the RAI version of this episode? I am unclear on that so know that it’s possible. I don’t think it’s RAI but it might be.

- Aw, the vault monsters were re-spelled. :/ But now everything is going to go better since CT is back with Griffin. I never figured out why Valtor just up and left, though. He just sent the Trix after Bloom instead of going himself and then he disappeared. He didn’t even go to Omega to make sure the rest are finished. I totally wouldn’t go back to the place I was trapped for 17 years either but still. Where’d he go off to?

- Awwwwwwwww, look at Griffin just being completely adorable while trying to pull off the witch facade. And her students are precious, too. Plus, I don’t think that some lessons in team work will hurt any of the witches. Their pride maybe a little, but they could use the “practice” of working with others. XD

- Anti magic from the dimension Negatio? Say what now? They really are just going to let those things go against them and possibly cancel their magic forever? Safety just went out the window. Also, isn’t Palladium worried by being so close to those creatures? They could probably erase his magic as well if they go out of control. This is just a bit too much.

- Yikes, Bloom’s pupils looked like they’d caught fire. Her power really is out of control. (But also, you gotta love how they only showed the Enchantix of Flora, Tecna and Bloom who got it last. They were like “Yeah, Layla, Stella and Musa already got to show off theirs a handful of times. Now it’s the others’ turn.” XD)

- Why does Bloom think that Valtor will tell her the truth about her parents?

- Damn, that secret entrance is so well hidden. But really with the box? I hate the box thing. Can we just not? (Did all of those spells come from CT btw? Bc I am pretty sure he said something about realm erasure or something of the sort. Damn, what kind of things do they keep in Cloud Tower?)

(- Gotta love the animation mistake that had Darcy and Stormy in their “confrontation” outfits instead of their everyday wear for a few seconds before it switched right back.)

- Stella really outdid herself with the idea for those outfits.

- Why isn’t Stormy with Valtor, Icy and Darcy?

- Musa is thinking about breaking off the non-quite-relationship with Riven? Why don’t I remember any of that?

- Well, Nabu got busted pretty quickly. Tecna’s gadgets are really cool. And of course, Stella is being Stella.

- Stormy’s outlines showed in the clouds Valtor summoned but she wasn’t with them in the previous scene while they were flying towards Magix.

- Ooh, Valtor really only said he was after the Ancestresses’ Eye so that they’d remove it from the box and clear it for him to take it. Finesse and deception, indeed.

- Yeah, let’s just break through the museum’s security system! And also, scan the whole place to spy on them. (Btw why are they keeping powerful artifacts in a museum where anyone can walk in?) At least they figured that there is something wrong with Valtor announcing his plans.

- Nabu just let Tecna and Stella roll off the roof before he caught Layla. I can’t even.

- Tecna can tell how much magic Valtor has left? Come again? This seems just a tad bit unbelievable to me.

- Valtor doesn’t look weaker at all to me.

- Oh, so now they are smart enough to figure out his plan? But they were all idiotically asking “Why are the witches attacking us?” in 3x10. Can we keep something consistent here?

- Why doesn’t Valtor know that she has Enchantix? Didn’t the Trix tell him? They were there when she got it. Like I said, can we have some consistency in this whole thing, please?

- Okay, I have too many clashing thoughts about that last scene so I’m just not gonna go into any of them. But Nabu clearly cares for Layla since he’s been doing everything he could to protect her.

3x19:

- What did Chimera just do to the Hall of the Universe? Why did it stop rotating? (Also, ew at Cassandra’s comment about Radius revolving around her.)

- “Flying free is a thing of the past in this kingdom” No villains here, though. Nope, sir. Absolutely none. (I really can’t tell if Radius is just faking being spelled or if she spelled him again after his conversation with Stella in 3x08.) And shouldn’t the wedding be guarded regardless of the things with Stella? I mean, this is a royal event. There is no way this can go without security.

- Stella is having a total breakdown.

- Omg, this scene supports my headcanon about Stormy using her magic for everyday things. Aka drying off Darcy’s nail polish. Nice! (But oh, god, it’s the stupidity with the box again.) Where did Valtor’s neck go in those last moments of the scene? They forgot to color it so it looks like his head just hovers above his collar.

- Hey, Stella, that remark about Tecna was rude. Also, didn’t Timmy say that he and Tecna took dancing lessons? So she must have gotten better at it. Also, I am just relieved that Bloom managed to catch Kiko after she threw him in the air like he was a toy. She is very irresponsible both with his physical health and his emotions sometimes.

- I remember that part with the bikes! It’s really cute. And Stella seems to be having fun even if she was against the whole thing. Poor Musa, though. She was right about there being something wrong with Riven’s bike.

- Chimera wants to be the princess of Solaria but behaves like a vampire when exposed to sunlight.

- Oof, that scene in the boys’ dorms. XD Timmy and Riven being disaster boyfriends. But damn, Helia really got mad there and served him the news about Musa’s doubts about their relationship.

- “Think about what you would do and then do the opposite.” lmao

- The pixies appeared so conveniently. But hey, they did make awesome uniforms for the girls.

- Well, at least Riven apologized for the teasing. Now he just needs to apologize for being wrong and not listening to Musa.

- Step 2 of that plan is a little too vague. “Bust up that wedding” could mean a lot of things. And there could be various ways of execution.

- Helia and Layla really took care of the bikers. And Stella apologizing for what they’re doing to them was so adorable. She is a true princess with manners and kindness (even if she can be temperamental and straight up a bitch sometimes).

- Layla saved them again with those tricks she performed. It’s a good thing that she’s really great on her bike.

- Stella was actually pretty clever about this! She showed Valtor’s mark on her father’s neck and then she just went blazing in. I love how she blasted Chimera out of her way! She made Chimera cry. And then just started teleporting to keep Cassandra from getting away. She’s so awesome! And the people also listened to her! (If only the guards had as well.)

- She unspelled her dad! And they now have an idea on where to start about defeating Valtor.

3x20:

- Yikes, Valtor really destroyed the whole Lightrock. I bet the Trix were all too happy about that. (Why was that assembly in Faragonda’s office, though, and not in the big hall where they usually have them? Was it only for the third-years?)

- Oh, my god! Faragonda actually considered the possibility that this might be a trap so that they’d leave Alfea. I bet it was Griselda that actually figured that out. But that “she acts like she controls the school” was hilarious(ly dumb (especially coming from Digit)). She does control the school, lol.

- Well, they are tiny. It’s not like they’re trying to offend them. They’re just saying the truth.

- I thought Stormy was over Valtor. She really looked like she was. (And nobody bought Icy’s claims that she was over him even for a second.) I think that Darcy is on to something with that comment about men’s egos, though. XD Gotta admit that I am not a fan of Valtor listening in on all of this. It really reminds me of the way fake Avalon was baiting all the fairies into being even more smitten with him and that was disgusting. Although, the Trix are adults at least. (They have to be if they were seniors in season 1.) I also love that Darcy tried for a more peaceful solution. But I have a feeling that might have been because she wasn’t actually sure that she could win a magical fight between them.

- Stormy is having a bunch of good ideas here. Cruel but good. And Valtor has to at least appreciate the effort they are putting into impressing him, stealing spells and all.

- And that was the end of the good ideas and the beginning of the clowning around.

- I think Amore is in love with Stella. XD

- There’s a whole army of “little creatures of the forest”. XD

- Darcy has the right idea with the hypnotizing.

- “I wouldn’t respect you if you weren’t a little bit devious”, I can’t.

- Why is Kiko giving a ride to a seahorse that can fly?

- The Trix are now getting soundly defeated by pixies. This can’t get anymore ridiculous but I am going to give it a pass because it was established early on that this episode is just going to be Like That.

- Poor Kiko! He almost got crushed. I am not sure how smart it was of Darcy to make the pixies that big. Also, why can they make themselves smaller but not bigger? That seems kinda stupid.

- “Love energy”? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I am out of here. And Valtor is watching all of this. The Trix are embarrassing themselves so hard rn and I cannot stand it.

- Oof, even Valtor was done with their bullshit. He came to collect them. I just... I don’t know what to say about this except that I hate how cringy all of it is.

(- They really just spared an entire episode on this.)

3x21:

- That’s actually a smart plan to test their attacks on Bloom in order to figure out how to beat Valtor. I like it.

- Aww, Layla is still being respectful with her mom even when she is firm in defending her beliefs and her agency. I love it!

- So the Dragon Fire is basically matter and the Water Stars are anti matter? I mean, if you parallel them to our theories about the creation of the universe. But if they can’t exist in the same dimension, then how come they were just a few inches away from Bloom and nothing happened? We went from “smart plan” to “this doesn’t make sense again” pretty quickly and I am not here for it.

- You can’t seriously tell me that Faragonda and Saladin agreed to let them go on a mission to get the Water Stars. Why would you let students go get one of the three literally most powerful essences in the universe? This sounds like insanity.

- Edge of the world? Really? Are we in the Middle Ages?

- Okay, but Nabu’s approach is just stupid. Another one that doesn’t get girls. I am just amazed that Layla totally managed to catch him even though he was invisible. She is really awesome!

- “Are you putting a charm spell on me?” “No, I am just being myself.” “Well, stop it because... I don’t know. Just because.” Okay, my mind is made up. I am shipping this! (Layla x Nabu) And I only really needed one scene to start!

- Omg, they crashed. I am shooketh!

- Ugh, I am so not here for the Riven and Musa drama. And he just jumped on his bike and headed after them even though he didn’t even know for certain if there was anything happening there. I know they had some problems in the previous few episodes but that is zero trust right there.

- Holy fuck, what is that monster?!

- I’d totally forgotten that Nabu was a wizard. I just hope that now that he saved Layla and he showed that he could have freed himself at any moment but he didn’t, she will believe him. They are already too cute to not get together asap (especially considering that he dies).

- Aww, Stella was so quick to aid Musa. And she got so angry at that monster. She can be so feisty and also so good in battle. I love her!

- The pixies just tricked that monster nicely. XD I guess they really aren’t too small even for the big dangers.

- So Flora doesn’t kill things. She just “returns them to nature”. That’s one way to make natural compost, I guess.

- “Chill out, main frame.” Lol.

- Honestly, I was kinda surprised that Riven knows Piff’s name. She isn’t even Musa’s pixie (only her bestie’s). I mean, it makes sense for him to know it but at the same time it would have been just as believable if he hadn’t known it. Idk. I guess they just portray him as a jerk so much of the time that I was surprised by this. Ignore my rambling.

- Awwwwww! Layla trusted him. And he surfs. Of course, he surfs. XD (He is from Tides, after all, and they are perfectly compatible.) But of course, Riven had to arrive at the worst possible moment and misinterpret everything even more than he already had.

3x22:

- Riven did not see any of this coming. But I wouldn’t say that what he did was “valiant” at all. It was misguided and fueled by jealousy, insecurity and lack of trust. Def not things you want in a relationship.

- Yes, of course, Bloom can read that thing. And of course, Tecna and Timmy couldn’t decipher it with some tech, which was totally what I thought they would do but no!

- “When we’re big enough to be small?” XD This scene is finally making me realize why Stella has always been my fave. We just have the exact same attitude. All her bitching in this could have come straight out of my mouth.

- They are removing their inner darkness with the fairy dust? I cannot even tell you how much I absolutely despise this idea.

- Btw why is Brandon not with them?

- Omg, Valtor is torturing them by replaying them their loss by the pixies? Oh, that is evil. XD But I have to say that this makes me a little more accepting of the pixie episode because it was used to fuel the Trix here. So it was not completely useless. How come they were animated as if they’re back on Tides, though? ‘Cause I am pretty sure they are not.

- They are trampoline-ing on a cloud! I love it! It is so cute.

- I love how they just picked Stella to be their speaker. I think it’s cool because she is a princess and she will have to learn to be a leader and to hold speeches. Even if that wasn’t very official speak she did there.

- We are still on the Diaspro drama? But omg, I love how quickly Riven and Nabu are becoming friends! They seem to really like each other. And Nabu is so similar to Layla! And obviously totally in love with her already! XD I love that they are playing a game while waiting for the others! We could really use some moments when they’re just being teenagers and are not battling for the fate of the universe. That said, here come the parts with the Crystal Labyrinth that have always been my fave!

- Well, Icy did score that one!

- I am getting chills already by Tecna’s choice and she hasn’t even started debating on it. I love that the room with emotions also showed her friends and not just Timmy. And Tecna was so quick to abandon logic at the idea of never feeling again but she still chose to go through the exit in the name of the greater good. Fuck, I’m already about to cry. My eyes are watering!

- All of Darcy’s clones against all of Nabu’s would have been soooooo cool! She’s never been up against someone who can match her abilities and that would have been epic! Also, Nabu and Riven really have become fast friends and I love it!

- Ancient crow’s dust? Yes, please! This sounds so cool!

- Okay, but seriously. What the fuck did they do to Stella’s face? How does that even translate in a real life look? I mean, what? This was really half-assed. And I kinda don’t like how it implies that Stella’s grandest concern is her looks. That is not the core of her character and they could have done something else here. Also, there was zero build-up with this choice. She just got there and walked straight towards the exit. There was no suspense whatsoever.

- Musa’s test is so unfair! (And yes, I am crying.) Tecna and Stella got back what they sacrificed but Musa never got to be with her mom again. That is really cruel. But at least she got to hear how proud her mom was of her. And Arcadia told her that Stella and Tecna were already outside. Imagine how terrible it would have been if she’d sacrificed being with her mom and one of the others didn’t make it out so it was all for nothing.

- Tecna is truly like a robot without any emotion. Poor baby! But at least they restored what they took from her!

- They really had to waste so much time and have the rest of Winx come back to defeat them. And tell Valtor that Winx ran away? Valtor that can literally see anywhere in the dimension? Yeah, why do I have the feeling that that should not work out for them? Although it probably will.

- Um, excuse me? “Musa, Stella and LAYLA risked everything for”? That was Tecna, not Layla. And I am absolutely convinced that in a later episode the Stars were shown to be six instead of only three. Even though it makes sense that they would be three because they only gave them three.

3x23:

(- I am pretty sure the 3x23 I watched is RAI but I couldn't be bothered to look elsewhere for 4kids.)

- Okay, so they have the Water Stars and they don’t even know what to do with them. Why did none of them think about asking? When they were back at the Golden Kingdom?

- Seriously, Bloom is touching the Stars but there’s nothing happening? Weren’t they supposed to be unable to exist in one dimension with the Dragon Fire? She is literally touching them!!!

- What the hell is this with Valtor? He looks like his favorite puppy died, then he gets weird, then he gets sad again and then he gets so mad he makes Darcy hide behind Icy? I don’t like where any of this is going. And the Company of Light did defeat him. Growling at that fact will not change it so he might want to calm down and find a way to prevent that from happening again instead of raging.

- I love how battle ready Tecna is. Though, maybe it is a good thing that they’re looking for some R&R. She could probably use it.

- Nabu and Layla “developed a little chemistry”? Well, that’s one way to put it, I guess. XD

- Omg, Riven looks so lost when it comes to the girls. XD

- Lol, even Helia is so done with Valtor. It is indeed like Griffin said - everyone wants to give him payback.

- If there are four people fighting, is that still considered a “duel”? (Well, there were three people fighting but still.) I like his plan, though. Challenge all three of them and make it look like it’s about all of them and his revenge. Then go to Alfea while they fight each other under his illusion spell.

- And Griffin's getting some vengeful impulses of her own. I kinda love how petty Valtor was, though, to pick Cloud Tower for his demonstration even though he already fucked around there and did make some of his revenge against Griffin come true. And I love how for someone who always seems to look down on the fairy way of doing things, Griffin was trying to convince her students to stick together because it would make them stronger. That is exactly what the fairies do, you know? XD

- First, what are Ediltrude and Zarathustra doing at that assembly of Alfea teachers after they’ve been MIA since 3x10? Second, “as the oldest teacher on this council”. So Wizgiz is... the oldest of all of them? Like, age wise? And third, now we are having a mention of the situation in Alfea while Faragonda was trapped in the tree? But they didn’t bother to show any of the teachers being worried or even doing shit about it while she was missing?

- “It’s a battle we have fought before and won”. Yeah, right. You’re three members short if you haven’t noticed. And Valtor is more powerful than ever before.

- Good thing Faragonda didn’t take the Water Stars. They would have probably lost them to Valtor and then it would have been the end. I have to admit that his strategy of “divide and conquer” was pretty good. I am still salty about the fact that neither of them could tell it was an illusion, though. Griffin has worked for the Ancestral Witches for fuck’s sake. She must have been closely acquainted with Lysslis’ illusions and how to spot them. This was just too easy for him and too incompetent on their part (and by “their” I’ll let you decide if I mean the Company of Light or the writers... or both.)

- Oof, this is actually Griffin and Faragonda fighting each other. Ouch! That hurts.

- My god, what was that expression on Faragonda’s face? She looked like a rabid dog. I guess Valtor just really brings out the worst in everyone. XD

- Hey, wait! Was that glass shards or ice shards that Saladin was attacked with?

Because that was Faragonda’s magic. What is happening here? (Btw I love how much the boys wanted to help take Valtor down. Idk, it really just struck a cord.)

- Oof, that battle is taking its toll on them and the protective barrier of Alfea is suffering from Faragonda’s powers being drained. But from what we’ve seen so far, it looks like Griffin is holding up the best out of the three of them.

- It’s really cute that Winx believed Bloom about Valtor being at Alfea even if it seemed insane.

- Omg, please treat the books more gently! I am literally begging you!

- The thing with the Water Stars looked intense. But of course, Valtor found a way to cheat out of it. I wonder what the Stars would do to him, though. He was literally made from the Dragon Fire so if the Water Stars cancel that out, does it mean that he will cease to exist?

- Poor Faragonda, Griffin and Saladin. They must have felt horrible about hurting each other and falling for Valtor’s trick.

- This Layla x Nabu train is moving a little bit too fast but he was following her around for a while so I guess he did have enough time to fall for her. And they are literally made for each other so... I guess it’s fine.

3x24:

- Ugh, another dream! And, of course, Bloom’s friends are against her as always. I already bitched about that in my thoughts on the first half of this season so I won’t do it again. It is curious, though, that Faragonda is on her side in her dream(s) but her friends never are. They are supposed to be best friends but she trusts them less than she trusts Faragonda, who has, admittedly, kept information from her before? Or is it that she feels that Faragonda can help her when Winx can’t and that is what this is supposed to mean? And a sidenote – I can just see the writers going “Hehe, symbolism” when they came up with the portraits of Valtor and Marion and Oritel getting destroyed.

- Oh, you can’t be for real! She is seriously buying into Valtor’s lie about her parents? And she even finds evidence to support it in her connection to him? Really? And also, because this goes here, why the hell would the Ancestral Witches tell her the truth when they are even worse than Valtor who is lying to her (even if she doesn’t know he’s lying)? You gotta love how seeing the Ancestral Witches and thinking of seeking them out was the only purpose of that dream. That and the obvious way to up the unnecessary Bloom drama.

- See? Her friends are supportive as hell! They wake up in the middle of the night from her nightmares and aren’t even angry about it. Instead, they check up on her, offer to stay with her and say they will support her no matter what. Why does she keep dreaming of them being against her? If you are not secure in your friendship after all this, then you literally never will be.

- “Those witches are long gone” was supposed to mean that they were dead, right? Yeah, well, that didn’t work out since in Secret of the Lost Kingdom they aren’t dead.

- Why is Faragonda on board with this and ALSO so cheerful about it? She fought those witches and watched them destroy the entire planet of Domino and her friends. The least she should be is wary as fuck and worried about Bloom (and Bloom’s sanity). Not to mention reluctant to do the spell and suspicious of any results they could get. Also, where the hell is that room? Do they just have a room that can reach any dimension even in the past in the school? Because that just spells out trouble.

- Why does the Ancestral Witches’ essence still exist in Cloud Tower? They have never been mentioned to have been anywhere near Cloud Tower. Is there any reason to this or did they just do it so that Winx could bring back Cloud Tower? Because, you know, Griffin is only one of the most powerful witches in existence and the headmistress of one of the most prestigious schools for magic. Why the hell would she be able to find her own school? Especially if she has the help of Faragonda and Saladin. I mean, her and Faragonda’s convergence withstood Darkar’s attacks but, of course, they could never find Cloud Tower themselves. Never mind that Faragonda is a fairy and has been confirmed to have fairy dust in a previous episode so they totally didn’t need Winx to un-spell Cloud Tower for them.

- Yeah, Griffin totally didn’t think of the fact that Valtor might have just used an illusion spell to hide Cloud Tower. Even though she worked with him for the Ancestral Witches and Lysslis has illusion powers which Valtor could totally copy. He was shown to have ice powers like Belladonna in a previous episode so he probably can do all the things that the Ancestrals could. But of course, instead of thinking of any of that, Griffin just sat idly by and waited for students to save her school while she and her witches were probably crammed in Alfea (there is no way the school is big enough to fit both the fairies and the witches comfortably).

- Why the fuck do they need the Water Stars? Also, remember how “the Dragon Fire and the Water Stars couldn't exist in the same dimension”? They seem to be doing just fine here. It’s all pretty chill. Especially considering that the Water Stars are supposed to be able to remove Bloom’s whole magic. But she’ll just put up a shield. You know, with her Dragon Fire. The same Dragon Fire that the Water Stars can extinguish. The stupidity is unreal. And there are six Water Stars now instead of only three. Continuity at its finest.

- Why did only Flora use her fairy dust? And why couldn't they just break the spell from the outside? Ugh, this is again only here to evoke pity for Bloom because, you see, her Enchantix is incomplete and now she has to rely on her friends. Whatever will she do? Poor baby! Gag me!

- I am getting really fed up with everything but especially with Valtor. (And Bloom but I’ve already been bitching about that so let’s switch it up a little.) First, he starts yelling at the Trix that they can’t defeat Bloom even though he couldn't do it himself. Then, he wants to punish them when they call him out on his bullshit and say that he is afraid of fighting Bloom, which he totally is. And also, why did that power-up he gave them had to undress them? They didn’t have to change in bikinis in order to be more powerful. This is actually creeping me out.

- Cloud Tower has dungeons and a crypt? What the hell is going on in this school? This is supposed to be a school, you know?

- “Goth outfits”? You mean beach outfits. And they still can’t beat even the rest of Winx and we all know Bloom is supposed to be the most powerful.

- Of course, she just stumbled into the crypt accidentally! And what the hell were those vines coming out? Why vines when none of the Ancestral Witches can summon vines? Was that an illusion? Or was it some sort of protection spell?

- I don’t know what is worse – the fact that Bloom thought the Ancestral Witches would help her or the fact that they actually told her the truth. They are pure evil. Why the fuck would they tell her the truth? It would have been so much cooler if they’d told her Valtor was telling the truth and she had to fight him while thinking that could destroy her parents. It would have been real drama and not this pseudo drama that has been going on here.

- It looked like the Trix were only pretending to be hit by the Winx’ spell but then they just keep losing in literally one blast. I am so sick of this! Can we see a proper battle? Because this is everything but.

- “We haven’t even begun using our new powers.” Then why don’t you begin using them because Winx are wiping the floor with you? You really need to up your game because you are being ridiculous.

- Really? The fairy dust can now remove powers and not just spells? Convenient as hell and just as boring, thanks.

- Really? Winx are somehow more powerful than the heads of the schools (since they broke Valtor’s spell on CT)? Well, why don’t we just give them Alfea and Cloud Tower and call it quits. I mean, they are the ones doing everything anyway. Why not just hand them over the schools. There won’t be much difference.

3x25:

- Oh, so now Faragonda is concerned that Valtor is dangerous? They have been fighting him all season. She let them go for the Water Stars in what looked like an official mission. But now she is worried for their well-being? You're a little too late for that, hon.

- Okay, I am totally done with Valtor. I know the Trix were laughing at him and everything but blasting them into walls is a big no-no. They are supposed to be his partners and he's abusing them. I am so glad they left him to deal with his shit on his own.

- You know, he doesn't look too weak from here. He looks scary. And not because he turned into a demon. His temper and lack of control are scary. Especially since he has so much power at his disposal.

- At least the Trix admitted they have no taste in men. It is ironic, though, that it was Icy who said it, yet she fell for Tritanus in season 5. I guess they also never learn.

- The greatest spell is the four elements? I get why they're powerful and everything but I would've loved something more original. This just feels lazy.

- Oof, I don't think we have seen the Trix look so scared.

- I have to say that even though what is happening is pretty horrible, the frantic energy of that scene with everyone telling Faragonda what's wrong is greatly amusing me. Idk why. I guess I am just a little heartless prick sometimes. XD

- It's cute that now Griffin is instantly calling Faragonda instead of them not talking to each other like back in season 1 or having Saladin acting like a mediator, which he was. And I love that the development of their friendship is very subtle but is still there. That is so adorable!

- Please, tell me that their fairy dust won't be enough to fix this because that will be too easy. Also, I am shocked that Griselda is also there (and that she barged in Faragonda's office like that before) and they aren't waiting for Winx to solve everything.

- Oh, so the elements will keep tormenting them forever? Okay, that is a little more interesting than I originally thought.

- And so much for the teachers doing anything. It is all up to Winx... Again.

- Wow, the Specialists can neutralize twisters? That is so weird but also very cool.

- I thought Winx would try to put up a new barrier around Alfea, at least, but I guess there's no point in that. Getting Valtor seems to be the way to beat this.

- Now we're gonna talk about the Omega thing? And again brushing it off? You know what? Whatever.

- Well, his trick with the lake was kinda for nothing because they all made it out. But at least he is back to his human form.

- Formless mud monster? Really? Can't we do anything better?

- Ooh, Valtor's plan about the Water Stars was cool! And I love how Winx tried to protect Bloom. And this battle is at least going on longer even if it's still not much in terms of an actual battle.

- Bloom's idea was pretty smart but it still doesn't make sense. Valtor already absorbed a lot of spells before he got the box so he has to be pretty powerful still even without it. Edit: Or he could just put them all in the box and lose them all because he is dumb like that. Nvm. Also, he just threw away the Water Stars aka the one thing that can really fuck him over to chase the spell with the elements? Idk but the Water Stars seem more important to me.

- Like I said, what was the big idea with the elements spell? It brought him down.

- Watch Faragonda and Griselda act like they can't teleport.

- Well, the Trix finally got their brains back and left. Good for them.

- Wait, the Trix were taken back to Lightrock? I don't remember that. But awww at that shot of Icy and Stormy hugging to console each other about their terrible fate.

- Well, the boys got to Alfea fast.

3x26:

- In the previous episode: “The trees aren’t burning up and aren’t getting charred but are just swallowed in flames.” In this episode: “Everything has burned down and been destroyed.” *eternal sigh* I cannot wait for this episode to be over and be done with this whole season.

- Well, at least they fixed the forest and everything is back to normal. And the animals are so cute!

- Faragonda and Griffin’s friendship is so cute! And I am glad that neither of them is quick to close this chapter because they both know better than to just assume it’s over without evidence.

- Aww, look at Kiko! Trying so hard to cheer Bloom up!

- What was that scene with Valtor? Was he doing it on purpose to capture the Specialists and then do what he did with them? (I think he pitted them against Winx. Or at least made clones of them that went against Winx.)

- Yup! He’s using them all right. (I can’t get that meme out of my head. There was an edit of that scene with Valtor and Helia with the text post “Hey there, boys. It’s me. Ya demon.” and I am just cracking up thinking about it.)

- The spell with the elements again? It is the only one he had left but then again, Helia said he was just as strong as he’d been before that when he attacked them at the lake. Also, he only grabbed Sky, Brandon and Riven then? Not that that wasn’t enough. They would have gone even if he’d only kidnapped one of the boys. But still.

- Bloom can create things that teleport them now? Wasn’t teleportation a Stella gimmick?

- Ah, so he also took Timmy. And those were the clones that Tecna, Stella, Musa and Bloom are dealing with. That last part became apparent after Brandon but now it’s confirmed.

- Okay, this version of the four elements spell seems cooler. And the clones seem hard to defeat as well. There is finally some more tension here.

- Never mind, it’s over. Bloom solved it in a second. Of course, she did. Obviously, she doesn’t even need to see Valtor or know where he is to be able to blast him. Sure. Makes perfect sense.

- Oh, come on! Only reason that blast could have knocked Valtor out would be that he was already exhausted and using up all of his energy for the spell with the elements.

- So the Ancestral Witches aren’t dead. Just banished. Okay, that checks out. But damn, that scene is giving me the creeps and making me feel so bad for Valtor. He literally did not have control over his own body (and even... soul?), not to mention how they kept nagging him about failing. Also, is the mark by any chance how he is bound to them? It seemed to hold him prisoner.

- They’re fighting inside Valtor? That is freaky and not in a cool way. I was kinda glad that he got back to his human form (even if it was only on the inside) but that last part was pretty anti climatic. Valtor didn’t even get to do anything there. It was one blast from Bloom and everything was over. (Though, I should be glad that there won’t be more plot holes in this.)

- Wait, his essence is imprisoned with the Ancestral Witches? So in Obsidian then? That was never followed up in the movie and in s8 he said his essence was just roaming around freely. But whatever. Nothing has made sense all season. Why start now?

- Awww at Nabu and Layla! They were so perfect! How could they kill him?!

I don’t have much of a conclusion for this season. I went in really hyped for it and the last few episodes tore my nerves to shreds. Don’t be fooled by that, though. There is no sense to be found anywhere in this season. I am pretty sure at least 40% of my thoughts were just “This doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.” Also, when will continuity come back from the war? I still love Enchantix but there were even things with that that enraged me. And Valtor... I will just pretend that the last third of this season does not exist in terms of his character. I am honestly glad that I am done with this and I can move on to season 4.

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A prompt for you, should you desire to fill it. Mute Clarke, with Bellamy soothing her/helping her. Maybe she lost her ability to speak bc of josie (or another reason). Fic can be with or without telepathy (Bellamy being able to read her mind). Writer's choice. I just love how you write canon divergent hurt/comfort! Thanks for what you've written so far, too!

Okay this got way too long and also really...badly written but...welp, I hope you enjoy it. I went with the scenario where she loses her ability to speak and he’s trying to comfort her. (no telepathy or anything)

No one know how or why it happens.

And honestly, Bellamy’s not even thinking about the fact that anything could be possibly wrong with her when she takes in her first breath and throws herself in his arms.

Her heart’s beating loud and clear against his chest, his arms are wrapped around her so tight, he knows that technically, he’s probably making her breathing harder for her, but she’s there, she’s alive, safe.

She gasps for breath in his ear and he holds her like this for more than five or ten minutes even if the pose they’re both in is extremely uncomfortable.

To someone else it might look weird but he didn’t care who was watching, if Octavia and Gabriel were still even in the room anymore.

All he cared about was her.

Clarke.

His Clarke, alive, back.

He got her.

When finally she pulls away a little, he’s so stunned and desperate to look at her face, to cup it, feel her warm cheeks, look at her beautiful blue eyes that bore the tiredness of hundreds of years that he doesn’t realize that she’s opening her mouth and trying to talk except…

No sound comes out.

And then everything changes in a matter of seconds.

He sees the realization dawn on her-she’s trying to talk, moving her lips, but again, there’s nothing.

Her hand shoots to her neck and she presses hard on it almost violently, as if trying to squeeze whatever sound she can come up with and probably causing herself pain but no matter what, nothing comes out.

The next thing he acknowledges, before he can even realize what was happening himself was the panic flashing in her eyes and her hands gripping his.

Her lips move, mouthing a frantic, scared.

“Bellamy!”

“Clarke!” he speaks up and grips her arms back in return before he looks around and upon not finding Gabriel there, he looks back at her only to realize she’s been moving her lips trying to speak to him but he wasn’t looking.

“I’ll get Gabriel!” he promises and rushes out of the tent only to return back with him a second later.

“What’s wrong with her? She can’t talk!” Bellamy spills frantically while Clarke’s eyes who are full of fear and panic stare between him and Gabriel who tries to remain calm.

He puts his hands on her neck, checks the muscles there, then asks her to try and say something but when she fails, she breaks and the tears spill down her face.

Bellamy reaches to grab her hand and she holds onto him for dear life, pulling him close on the cot.

He doesn’t hesitate to sit next to her and wrap his arm around her back as if to shield her from any harm but all she keeps doing is frantically, fearfully throwing her head back and forth between Gabriel and him and trying to say something, anything.

And upon finding that she can’t, no matter how much she pushes herself, she gets even more scared, starts trembling, waving her arms, struggling.

She goes into full panic mode when Gabriel tries to make her lay down so he can connect her to the machines again and put the fancy weird headband on her and she starts fighting him and Bellamy.

And when Clarke fought, she fought with everything in her.

She kicked and she flailed her hands and she even managed to punch Gabriel in the face which caused him to jump away from the cot.

That in turn gave Bellamy the opportunity to grab her by the shoulders and try to steady her.

“Clarke! Clarke, look at me! Clarke, stop it dammit, please!” he begged and she tried to listen to him but still kept struggling against him, her lips moving, her head tossing, sweat covering her face once again.

“Clarke!” he raises his voice but she won’t listen, still tossing herself left and right trying to free herself from this. He lets go of her wrists and instead cups her face.

“Look at me! Look at me!” he begs and something in him must sound very desperate, very broken because she stills and stops trying to get away, her eyes falling on him, her mouth still half opened, gasping, struggling to pull air in and to move, to talk, to say something.

Anything.

His thumbs rub over her cheeks and he whispers quiet shushes and holds her face in his big palms.

“It’s okay, it’s fine, I’m here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” he repeats it over and over and over again like a mantra until her body goes a little slack in the cot at least for a moment.

“Focus on me, okay? Let’s breathe, in and out, come on.” he brushes a bit more forcefully until she starts complying and when she’s finally beginning to somewhat calm down, he sits by her on the cot but never lets go.

“That’s good, you’re doing great.” he says and when he looks around for Gabriel he nods at him upon finding him pressing a cold cloth to his mouth and wiping at the blood, so he tosses it away and approaches her.

“Now you have to let him check you, okay? I know you’re scared but I’ll be right here. You can hold my hand-” he looks at Gabriel for permission “Right?”

“Absolutely.” Gabriel promises and when he comes closer, Clarke moves away from him as if on instinct, which in turn makes Bellamy’s heart leap in his chest.

”I won’t hurt you.” he promises but it does little to soothe Clarke and in a way Bellamy understands that.

If he had just come back to his body after fighting with Josephine and then woke up to the great love of her enemy’s life promising to help her, he’d be freaked out too.

“Hey-” Bellamy directs her attention back to him with a soft smile “I know you’re scared but he helped us bring you back, you know that. He won’t do anything to hurt you and if he does-” Bellamy glances at him, for a moment throwing the man an angry vengeful look with eyebrows furrowed which apparently scares Gabriel because he raises his hands and says seriously.

“After what I just witnessed, I wouldn’t even think about it.” he means the CPR but Clarke doesn’t know how desperately he fought for her so he feels his cheeks hot and knows that he’s probably red all over but doesn’t look away from Clarke, because this wasn’t about him or his feelings.

“I’ll check your brain and then your neck and voice strings again and we’ll try to figure this out okay?” Gabriel explains but Clarke still doesn’t give him a confirmation, looking at Bellamy with confusion instead.

He takes her hand and holds it close.

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do.” he suggests “If at any point you feel pain or want to stop this I want you to squeeze my hand real hard, alright?” she nods at that, just barely but enough to show him that.

“That will be a hard “No”, okay?” she nods at that “Good. And if you just want to say “Yes”, rub your thumb over my hand like this” he gestures with his own hoping it’d soothe her, knowing that such movements usually calmed the body at least a bit even in such a dire situation.

She agrees with a fast nod again and lets Gabriel come closer and do his exam. He connects her head to the wires she had before and turns the monitors on again, this time it’s not just her heart beat and blood pressure that they see, but also a picture of her brain.

He doesn’t understand all of what Gabriel does to her, there’s not much he says really, mostly monitors things, eyes pierced on the screens, hand scribbling down data on a clipboard that Bellamy has no idea where he even got from.

Clarke’s scared but she isn’t squeezing his hand now.

Still he keeps both of his covering hers, pulls a chair to the cot and every time Gabriel murmurs something to himself, pushes it closer to her.

Then he tests her movement which means Bellamy has to drop her hand but he refuses to.

“You can use just one of her arms.” Gabriel sighs and Bellamy huffs.

“See? She’s gripping me pretty hard, I think that she can use this one.” he carefully raises the hand he was holding and Clarke spares him a light smile, then turns her head to Gabriel who’s checking her other arm from shoulder to fingers and nods at him that she’s okay.

He moves to her legs then, her toes, back up listening to her heart and lungs and finally puts his hands on her neck again and making her open her mouth to check inside her throat.

When he’s all done he sits on his tree legged chair near all the still beeping machines measuring her heartbeat which Bellamy strangely has gotten used to simply because it meant that she was there with him, that she was alive, and runs his hand through his short hair.

“From what I can tell it seems that you have some sort of brain damage, probably due to the extraction of Josephine’s mind chip and the surgical mesh that was inside you that kept you actually alive. I can’t tell how it all happened…neuroscience is a complicated thing but it seems that your speech nerves were also severely damaged in the process.”

“Can you reverse it? Help her talk again?” Bellamy is the one to voice all of Clarke’s questions.

It’s like with the one look she threw at him, he just knew what she wanted to ask.

The silence is answer enough. Gabriel opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything right away and Clarke’s face falls.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t think there’s anything to be done. Even if we had the conditions to perform a brain surgery, judging by the tests-” he motions at the screen still showing her brain “I just don’t think it’s going to change anything.”

“You think or you know?” Bellamy pushes again standing up now “There’s a big difference.”

“As I said-” he sighs tiredly “The damage is really severe. You can’t fix the brain, it’s not a bone you can heal and you can’t tell the nerves to just magically restore their functions.” he reaches to touch Clarke but when she shivers and pulls closer to Bellamy again he drops his hand.

“I’m sorry, Clarke.”

She squeezes her eyes shut and the tears stream down her pale cheeks.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” Gabriel says quietly making his way out and Bellamy doesn’t wait for him to leave before he’s sitting on the cot again, pushing her head to his chest and rocking her back and front like a little kid needing to fall asleep.

She can’t make a sound, not even a grunt or a gasp or sob.

Nothing at all.

And his heart clenches at the thought of her not even being able to properly express her grief.

She may not make a sound but she’s breaking apart.

Her arms wrap tightly around his back and her tears wet his black shirt.

He talks to her and honestly, he doesn’t remember what he says and he’s not sure she’s listening but she must be, because she grips him tighter.

So tight, he feels her nails dig into his back and he wants to cry too, wants to break down too, but realizes he really doesn’t have the right to, not when she was going through the fact that she won’t be able to talk again, probably ever.

Finally, what feels like hours later and she still hasn’t stopped crying, he maneuvers them onto the cot and pulls her over his chest.

She cries and cries and cries and then finally when Gabriel comes in again to check on them Bellamy looks at her and with a silent plea, without having to say anything, he gives her a shot that will put her to sleep.

She’s scared when she sees the needle but Bellamy holds her hand and looks at her.

“Shh, it’s going to be fine. I’m not leaving you, okay?” she nods and Gabriel carefully cleans the inside of her hand before pinching her skin.

She’s out barely seconds later but Bellamy waits another half an hour before he carefully picks her up and takes her to a more comfortable and big cot that Gabriel had prepared for her.

His sister comes in and out, talks to him, but he barely listens, mostly focusing on holding her hand and looking at her chest, making sure that she was still breathing.

Now that she was untangled from all of the machines, he felt even more anxious as if at any point she could just stop existing-her heart would stop and her lungs wouldn’t pull oxygen to keep her alive and he’ll have to do CPR again to bring her back.

How could he be sure she’ll be okay?

Especially after she woke up unable to speak.

What if something else happened? What if she lost her sight or hearing? What if the effects of what she went through showed later, in hours, days, weeks? What if she got worse and-

No, he couldn’t think like that.

She’d be fine. He was here to protect her and make sure she’s okay.

She couldn’t die.

Not again.

So his eyes remain pinned on her and he doesn’t fall asleep.

He forgets about everything and everyone around him.

He knows his sister comes and tells him Madi and the rest of the squad are coming to Gabriel’s camp after successfully escaping Sanctum, that Raven figured out how to kick Sheidheda out of the kid’s head and remove the flame. That Murphy and Emori were fine and so were the rest of them.

He knows they come later that day because he can hear their voices outside but he never joins them, leaving his sister to explain everything to Madi and the others.

At some point no matter how good he has always been at staying awake since he was a child and they were living in a constant stress of having Octavia found out, he falls asleep.

Then wakes up what seems half an hour later from a nightmare, thinking she stopped breathing again and his hand reaches to check her pulse, not trusting his eyes showing her chest move up and down.

She moves around the cot, has her own nightmares, wakes up but falls very fast again.

Gabriel finds him checking in on her pulse for the hundredth time that night and rests his hand on his shoulder.

“She’ll be okay.” he promises.

“You don’t know that.”

“Her vitals are good, so is her blood pressure and her breathing.” Bellamy raises an eyebrow in confusion “I’ve been sneaking in here while you were passed out to make sure everything’s fine.”

“Thank you.” Bellamy nods gratefully “For everything you’ve done for us…for her.”

“You were the one to bring her back, not me.” Gabriel reminds him and Bellamy is surprised when he pulls a chair and sits by his side, looking at Clarke “Now comes the hard part, though.” Bellamy nods at that. “She’ll need you by her side.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s good, but also make sure you take care of yourself too.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, your sister told me you’ll say that.” Bellamy’s head snaps at those words. Since when were those two discussing him and Clarke?

“But I mean it…for you to be able to help her, you have to help yourself first. Rest, eat.” he nods at the cot on the other side of the tent “Sleep.”

“That’s too far from her.” Bellamy says anxiously

“We can move it” Gabriel suggests but Bellamy shakes his head stubbornly.

“I’m used to not sleeping for long periods of time.”

Gabriel sighs, giving up the fight for now and standing up again.

“I’ve arranged more tents for the rest of your people and my children will show them around-all the things they should stay away from and how they can help our camp but they’re okay for now so you don’t need to worry about it.”

“And Madi?”

“She’s okay, I checked her out. Just pretty exhausted so she should sleep and eat to get her strength back but I believe she’ll be alright.” Bellamy nods gratefully and Gabriel moves his chair away to give him his space to stretch his legs again if he decided to “I’ll be in the tent to your right if you need me, okay?”

With that he leaves and Bellamy’s finally alone in the tent, no sounds inside, only the occasional cackle of woods in a fire outside, someone’s quiet talks but they go down in an hour or two.

Octavia brings him and Clarke food but he doesn’t touch his and he refuses to wake her up for that right now, knowing she’ll be too exhausted to eat, opting to save that battle for tomorrow.

At some point at night he notices she’s shivering, so he takes off his cardigan and throws it over her.

She cuddles on herself like a small child and fists the cardigan with her hand, tucking it between her cheek and chest, breathing it in which makes him smile.

Sometimes he forgot how young she still was, how she was supposed to have her whole life ahead of her, how fucked up everything has always been for her even before she came to earth and he wishes, he so desperately wishes he could kick all the pain away from her, grab it, shake it, make it leave her alone so she could have nothing but peace.

Sanctum was supposed to be a new beginning but instead it led to her body being snatched and then after she managed to fight her way back to him again, she was left unable to speak.

He honestly didn’t know how she would deal with that and as strong as she was he feared this would be the final straw to breaking her.

But in that moment, with her hand still in his, he promised himself that if she falls, he’ll be there to catch her this time.

***

The next few days go on like a fog to him.

She wakes up, mostly cries, then falls back asleep.

He knows that she needs that time to fall apart, to let her tears out, to grief so she could somehow stand back on her feet, even if wobbly.

What scares him is the part after that one which comes very fast.

Her tears dry, her face falls down and goes blank and she lays curled up in bed, refusing to move at all.

He knows that very well, having experienced it on the Ark after Praimfaya himself.

But it was different.

Though his heart was broken, he still could talk even if he didn’t want to.

On the fifth day he decides he has to take some measures, so in the morning he comes back in the tent with a small package in his hands.

“Come on, princess, time to get up.” he says circling to the other side of the cot and taking her wrist, tugging her into a sitting position.

She makes a face, purses her lips, shakes her head like all the days before, but this time he won’t take her bullshit.

He had to do something or he’d lose her and not in the physical sense, at least not at first.

Jasper flashes through his mind and that makes him pull a bit more forcefully.

Finally, when he has her sitting, legs hanging off the cot, he settles down opposite of her and dumps his package.

“So, since you can’t communicate in any other way right now, I figured you’ll still want to kick my ass somehow so I got you this-” he pulls out a yellow notebook and a pen. “It’s not ideal, but it’ll have to do until you get the hang of this-” the next thing he pulls out is a very old kind of washed out and really ruffled …study guide?

She squints her eyes trying to make sense of the title-all the colorful pictures of figures of kids and plush toys were mostly erased from overuse but the title remained.

“A simple guide to American Sign Language”

Her head shots to him, eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise.

“I know, I’m awesome right.”

She slaps his chest and he chuckles but when she sees her smile at his stupidity, his heart feels a little big lighter.

He gives her a moment eyes moving from the study guide to the pencil and the yellow notebook he got her and when she picks it up and starts scribbling something down, he dares feel hope for the first time in days.

“Where did you get that?” it said when she moves it so he could see.

He gives her a boyish shrug and rubs the back of his neck shyly.

“Gabriel found it actually. Said when he left Sanctum he managed to snatch a bunch of medical books he knew he’d need. This ended up somewhere between the pile he was frantically trying to steal.”

Clarke nods and takes it, going through the pages her hands shaking a bit as she does.

He knew what was going through her mind-giving her this was also yet another confirmation that this was it for her-from now on she had to have a whole different life.

A life where she couldn’t talk or express herself the way she used to, a life where, like Gabriel told him, people will look at her and even if she gestured, even if she wrote her thoughts down, they wouldn’t see her.

She’d become a ghost.

Yeah, well not to him.

Never to him.

“It’ll be hard, I know but I actually practiced some myself in the past few days and I think we can work on it together.” he explains, reaching to squeeze her wrist.

She lets her head hang low but he knows her eyes are on their hands.

“When I was a kid I had this boy in my class who…” he stops for a second “he couldn’t talk either so I studied some back then too and I am remembering a few things.”

She picks up the pen again and contemplates what she’s going to write for a moment too long.

A moment in which his heart is in his neck and his own fingers shake a bit.

When she turns the notebook to him he laughs.

NERD! Is what is says and he chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah, like you weren’t a straight A student, princess.” he pokes her ribs just for the fun of it and she smiles, feeling ticklish and falling forward to his chest.

He catches her shoulder and moves closer giving her a serious look now.

“I know this is…hard to put it mildly but I want you to know that no matter what happens, I’ll be here for you okay?”

She lets out something of a sigh which is just air tickling his neck before picking the pen again and scribbling something down.

“That’s what worries me.” he reads out loud “Why?” she writes down something again before showing it to him.

“I don’t want you to have to do this.” he reads and furrows his eyebrows “Bullshit, princess. I don’t care what you have to say or how you push me. I let this-” he swallows hard “I let this happen to you.” she scrunches her nose at that “I should’ve protected you the moment we figured out they had any interest in you because of the nightblood and I didn’t.”

“It’s not your fault.” she writes down and he shakes his head.

“Yes it is.”

She reaches to squeeze his hands, both of them and hard using his way of saying that no, he’s wrong, he’s goddamn wrong.

He sighs and squeezes her hands back but she takes a moment to let him go, as if needing to reiterate the words she can’t utter.

She cups her cheek and she leans into him a bit.

“It’ll be fine, princess.” he promises and when a lonely tear rolls down her cheek, he brushes it away and pulls her to his chest again.

She doesn’t get lost in her grief like before.

Instead she pulls away after a moment and writes something down again.

“Time to get to work.” he reads out loud, squinting his eyes a little, because of his own terrible eyesight which in turn makes her laugh a bit when she realizes why he’s making such a funny face.

“I think you need glasses, grandpa.” she writes down.

“Hey!” he pretends to be angry, crossing his arms over his chest. “My eyes are perfectly fine.”

She smiles fondly at him before she writes yet another note.

The letters are so tiny, he has to literally bury his nose in the notebook to read that it said.

“You were saying?”

“Hey, that’s not fair, princess!” he pretends to be grumpy but she’s smiling again and he doesn’t want to ever see it leave her face-it may be sad, but it was there and he’d hold on to it for as long as he could.

“You’re blind and I’m mute, I think we make the perfect team.” she writes in bigger letters now and when he reads it his heart leaps yet again and his cheeks feel hot.

When she sees his face, she realizes what she wrote and gets a little shy about it too, ducking her head away and blushing herself.

“We always did work well together, princess.” he says, once again taking her hand in his and squeezing it. “We can do it now too.”

And they do.

It’s hard at first.

Really hard.

She can’t get the hang of ASL as fast as she wants to and she’s pushing herself, giving herself headaches and tiring herself.

He hates it so he hides the study guide for a few days which frustrates her even more, but he doesn’t budge, not even when she tries to toss an apple in his direction and kick him out because she thinks she’s doing him a favor.

One of the worst and most desperate moments is when she breaks down but not because of sadness, but out of fear, anger and frustration.

She’s up on her feet and she’s mouthing words at him.

He’s gotten quite good at reading her lips but she was too fast and too angry right now for him to catch on what she wanted to say.

When she pushed his chest with both her hands he got the meaning.

“I told you, I’m not leaving.” he says, calm as a rock, steady on his feet.

She pushes again at him, mouthing “JUST GO!” but he shakes his head and stumbles when she pushes at him again.

She tries to kick him outside the tent, desperately tries to talk, yell, except no sound comes out which makes her even more frustrated.

He stumbles back, almost falls on his ass, but refuses to leave.

Finally, she bawls her hands into fists and starts hitting his chest.

“No! No! NO!” she’s mouthing and he lets her hurt him as much as she wants to because no physical pain could ever compare to her pain right now “NO!”

He grabs her shoulders finally and though she tries to fight him still, he just pushes her to his chest and holds her tight.

She struggles against him, still tries to hit his chest, then wraps her arms around him and cries.

They fall to the floor, she’s just that exhausted and completely spent and he holds her, wraps her in his arms like a baby, one arm under his knees and the other on her back.

She rests her head on his chest and doesn’t fall asleep but just stays there and he uses her breaths fanning his neck to ground himself.

“I have an idea.” he says after what seems like hours later.

She moves her head to him, eyes full of pain and sadness. He smiles, for a moment just barely holds himself not to lean down and kiss her forehead, then picks her up and carries her to the cot where he puts her in a sitting position.

He crosses his legs opposite of her and takes her hand.

“So ASL will take some time but while you master it, we can use other ways to talk, okay?” he takes her hand “We covered yes and no.” he squeezes her hand briefly, then rubs his thumb over her palm.

“Hungry” he taps the place just over the beauty mark near her lips and she blushes and he feels his own cheeks warm up but ignores it in favor of this being way more important than whatever feelings he had for her “Tired.” he taps her forehead. “Sleepy.” he cups her cheek and she leans into him a bit. “Got it?”

She rubs her thumb over his hand and he smiles.

But he’s surprised when she pushes her notebook away and uses her hands, making an L shape with her thumb and index finger, then joins them together forming a W.

He raises an eyebrow but then she points at his chest and keeps her eyes on him.

He doesn’t want to say he can’t figure it out right away so he lets his brain work it a moment before it dawns on him.

“What about you?” he asks and she nods with a smile, happy that he understood her. “I’m not sure what you mean here, princess?” she makes an annoyed face at him and crosses her arms over her chest.

“I told you, I’m fine.” he promises, once again rubbing his thumb over her wrist. She shakes him off, though, cupping his cheeks again and rubbing her finger over his dark circles, jutting her chin at him.

“That’s nothing.” he promises “I’ll sleep when you’re better.”

She opens her mouth and he’s pretty sure that if she could, she’d scowl at him which makes him laugh.

She points at herself with her index finger, then cups her own cheek and squeezes his hand hard.

“I won’t sleep-” he speaks out her words and she nods before she continues, jabbing her finger in his chest and cupping his cheek “until you sleep?” she gives him a victorious nod and he chuckles.

“Nice try, princess.” he stands up “But I gotta go check on the others and then I’ll come back with food, alright? Does that work?” she makes another face and he has to admit she’s quite adorable like this but he doesn’t let himself laugh, knowing she’ll just get more pissed off at it.

She hasn’t left the tent in almost a week and there were no signs she would.

In her defense, she was still pretty weak and when he insisted they walked around the small place, she was wobbly on her feet and needed to lean on him which he definitely didn’t mind because it made him worry less.

She only saw Madi once and he left them for a few hours alone.

When he was back Madi was gone and Clarke explained by writing down that they agreed she’ll need some time to get things together before it all went back to normal.

Still, the kid came by usually early in the morning, for a few hours and he used that time to check on the others and take a shower but he lingered outside the tent, sitting on an old log and going through the ASL book or taking a short nap sitting while they had their time to catch up, after which he rushed back inside.

This time is no different except Madi had her turn this morning and she’s training with Gaia now while the others are spread around the camp fire, talking with the Children.

He notices his sister is sitting way too close to Gabriel but he can’t even begin to think what this could mean, so instead he fills a plate for Clarke and goes right back in before someone notices him and starts asking him questions about her.

Or worse, in his sister’s case-about himself and his own well-being.

He finds her asleep, curled up on the cot and it makes him smile at how soft and at peace she looks so he takes off his cardigan and as usually throws it over her before residing to his uncomfortable chair near the cot.

His back has been way too cranky after spending days like that, though, so he decides to quietly settle on the ground next to her cot, letting his body relax against the hard ground.

It’s still uncomfortable but it’s better and he can’t really give a damn about himself, not when she was going through hell and not like he ever really did care about his own well-being.

He starts falling, drifting off and he’s about to go into deep slumber when he feels someone’s fingers tapping his shoulder.

He jumps in a sitting position right away, speaking out loud.

“I’m here! I’m right here!” he only realizes how stupid he sounds when he looks around and sees her looking at him with a half-worried half-annoyed expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asks reaching for her hand “Are you okay?”

She furrows her eyebrows even more, pointing at him and then the ground.

“Why are you sleeping there?” she means and he gives her a shrug as he stands up and sits back on the chair which she clearly doesn’t approve of either because her hand is still on his wrist tugging him to her.

“It’s okay, Clarke.”

She tugs his hand harder.

“Come here” she means when she gestures at the cot and he shakes his head.

“It’s too narrow and you won’t be comfortable if I lay next to you.” he tries but she stubbornly pulls him to her.

“I’m okay.” he promises but she sits, and pushes his body between her legs, her hand expertly moving to his back and pressing on the bundle of nerves near his spine that were giving him the most trouble.

“Hey!” he says through teeth “That’s not nice, princess.”

She raises an eyebrow and points at the bed again.

He finally resigns and lets her pull him to the cot.

Once he’s down, she throws his cardigan over him but because his shoulders are quite big and his arms very muscular, it falls almost immediately right off.

He chuckles at the face she makes but lets her throw it over him again and move closer to him.

When he feels her nose brushing his chest he sucks in his breath but now that they’re so tightly wrapped in their cocoon, he feels a little better.

“You’re really stubborn, you know that right, princess?” he asks her and she throws him a look but still buries her head in his chest, making him tense at first but not before she takes his hand and puts it on her back, giving him permission to touch her.

He smiles, pulls her closer and covers her head with his, but not before kissing her cheek which makes his entire face go red but he doesn’t care, can’t care because right now being with her in this moment, holding her in his arms and feeling her breath fanning his neck, he knows that despite it all, everything will be alright.

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deathly hallows book moments

warning: this one’s a rollercoaster ride of emotions, read at your own risk.

‘the idea of a teenage dumbledore was simply odd, like trying to imagine a stupid hermione or a friendly blast-ended skrewt.’

“i don’t think you’re a waste of space.”

‘he felt like asking them to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much more at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own.’

ron: why do i have to clean my room? mrs weasley: !!! WEDDING !!! ron: theyre not getting married in my damn bedroom

“we’re coming with you. that was decided months ago—years, really.”

“if i picked up a sword right now, ron, and ran you through with it, i wouldn’t damage your soul at all.” “which would be a real comfort to me, i’m sure”

harry waking up on his birthday forgetting he was 17

“accio glasses!” although they were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom towards him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

ron giving harry a book called twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches for his birthday

“i’ve learned a lot. you’d be surprised, it’s not all about wandwork, either.”

‘the rest of her speech was lost; harry had got up and hugged her. he tried to put a lot of unsaid things into the hug and perhaps she understood them’

“are you planning to follow a career in magical law, miss granger?” “no i’m not, i’m hoping to do some good in the world!”

“it’s time you learned some respect!” “it’s time you earned it”

hermione: when we were little we heard stories like snow white and cinderella ron: what’s that, an illness? harry: rip me i never got read any stories

“a brutal triple murder by the bridegroom’s mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding.”

“merlin’s beard, what is xenophilius lovegood wearing? he looks like an omelette.” excuse me why wasn’t auntie muriel like this in the film

“he used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run on to the dance floor, hoist up his robes and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his—” “yes, he sounds a real charmer”

harry suggesting that xenophilius lovegood’s deathly hallows necklace is the cross-section of the head of a crumple-horned snorkack

“vot is the point of being an international quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?”

‘harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where ron could stick his wand instead.’

harry reading lily’s letter and noticing that they wrote their g’s the same way as each other, i’m sobbing

‘the letter was an incredible treasure, proof that lily potter had lived, really lived’

KREACHER’S GODDAMN TALE

kreacher hitting mundungus over the head with a saucepan “perhaps just one more, master harry, for luck?”

“if anyone shouldn’t go, it’s harry, he’s got a ten thousand galleon price on his head—” “fine, i’ll stay here, let me know if you ever defeat voldemort, won’t you?”

‘with a twinge of regret that had nothing to do with food, harry imagined the house-elf busying himself over the steak and kidney pie that harry, ron and hermione would never eat.’

‘not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.’

the sign outside the wreckage of the potters’ house, covered with messages left for harry

the child who had the nerve to say “nice costume, mister!” to mr tom riddle the dark lord voldemort, what an icon

“after you left, she cried for a week. probably longer, only she didn’t want me to see. there were loads of nights when we never even spoke to each other. with you gone… she’s like my sister, i love her like a sister and i reckon she feels the same way about me. it’s always been like that. i thought you knew.”

“you’ve sort of made up for it tonight, getting the sword. finishing off the horcrux. saving my life.” “that makes me sound a lot cooler than i was” “stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was, i’ve been trying to tell you that for years.”

ron single-handedly fighting off five snatchers by telling them he was stan shunpike

“he must’ve known i’d run out on you.” “no, he must’ve known you’d always want to come back.”

“i just think it’s a bit spookier if it’s midnight!” “yeah, because we really need a bit more fear in our lives”

“death’s got an invisibility cloak?” “so he can sneak up on people, sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…”

luna decorating her bedroom ceiling with paintings of her friends (i’m not crying, you are)

POTTERWATCH

“we’re all human, aren’t we? every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”

“i’d tell him we’re all with him in spirit, and i’d tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right.”

hagrid throwing a ‘support harry potter’ party

“the fact remains he can move faster than severus snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to”

“no! you can have me, keep me!” this book went from making me smile to shattering my heart in around three pages

‘hermione was screaming again: the sound went through harry like physical pain.’

ron’s ‘passable imitation of wormtail’s wheezy voice’

“so young, to be fighting so many.”

‘ron said, “blimey, a baby!” as if he had never heard of such a thing before.’

‘he seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to teddy lupin as sirius black had been to him.’

“he was never free, never, the night that your brother died he drank a potion that drove him out of his mind. he started screaming, pleading with someone who wasn’t there… it was torture to him, if you’d seen him then, you wouldn’t say he was free.”

“i’m going to keep going until i succeed—or i die. don’t think i don’t know how this might end. i’ve known it for years.”

“i got this one for asking her how much muggle blood she and her brother have got.” “blimey, neville, there’s a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.”

“yeah, well, food’s one of the five exceptions to gamp’s law of elemental transfiguration,” said ron, to general astonishment.

“why would harry potter try to get inside ravenclaw tower? potter belongs in my house!”

‘harry heard a little strain of pride in her voice, and affection for minerva mcgonagall gushed up inside him.’

harry using the cruciatus curse on amycus in front of mcgonagall because “he spat at you”

mcgonagall dueling snape and sending a swarm of daggers at him

“where’s professor snape?” “he has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk” minerva i love you

neville throwing mandrakes over the walls

“is this the moment? OI! there’s a war going on here!” “i know, mate, so it’s now or never, isn’t it?”

‘and percy was shaking his brother, and ron was kneeling beside them, and fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.’

‘a herd of galloping desks thundered past, shepherded by a sprinting professor mcgonagall.’

harry stunned the death eater as they passed: malfoy looked around, beaming, for his saviour, and ron punched him from under the cloak. “and that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!”

trelawney using crystal balls to knock out death eaters ‘with a movement like a tennis serve’

“are you a wizard, or what?”

“you must kill me.” “would you like me to do it now? or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?”

‘this cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery.’

‘he was tiny in death.’

‘he felt he would have given all the time remaining to him for just one last look at them; but then, would he ever have had the strength to stop looking?’

“we’re all going to keep fighting, harry. you know that?”

“i am sorry too, sorry i will never know him… but he will know why i died and i hope he will understand. i was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.”

“until the very end”

“this is, as they say, your party.” harry had no idea what this meant; dumbledore was being infuriating.

“it is a curious thing, harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.”

“do not pity the dead, harry. pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”

“of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

‘the scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that professor mcgonagall could make such a sound.’

ron breaking voldemort’s silencing charm “he beat you!”

“i’ll join you when hell freezes over, dumbledore’s army!”

harry calling voldemort tom riddle like “yes, i dare”

‘tom riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken’ where please, movies?

‘mcgonagall had replaced the house tables, but nobody was sitting according to house anymore’

peeves’ song voldy’s gone mouldy

‘tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled harry with the same balm as phoenix song.’

harry FIXING HIS DAMN WAND

“i’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

“if you’re not in gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you, but no pressure.”

albus complaining that everyone is staring and ron being like “it’s me. i’m extremely famous.”

‘the scar had not pained harry for nineteen years. all was well.’

#deathly hallows is the best book and i am not taking criticism on this #congratulations if your eyes are still dry #hp book moments #deathly hallows #harry potter books #harry potter quotes #hp textpost

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adamsvanrhijn · 5 years

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@molesly sent an excerpt from what we must to get by (smithens on ao3) for the dvd commentary meme!

and it’s so long jesus why do i write dialogue with all these line breaks and beats (because that’s how people talk, womp womp)

so i guess the preemptive thing too here is that like, this fic is based off of a blatantly ahistoric and unrealistic concept, so i had to lean into that A Lot to make it work, and so there’s like far more than a nonzero amount of that bullshit going on here..............

here being, thomas and richard just having had intense passionate frustrated sex in a hotel room in harrogate, england and then after chilling out a bit calling the wife richard never mentioned having, aka my 1920s lesbian oc fred, for whom i would die

“Mr. Richard Ellis calling.”

A beat.

“Oh, thank goodness, I thought it might have been someone out of the Comptroller’s office — Molly’s over, but I’m back to work in a quarter of an hour, just darning a stocking.”

we got some flippant husband-wife interaction going on here....

fred is a lady’s maid and darning stockings is a lady’s maid thing. they reference the comptroller in the film (this being the man richard impersonates) and i’m like, not actually sure how all that works, handwave, but again, this fic is like, entirely handwave for reasons of What The Fuck Were You Thinking Julian Fellowes

For whatever reason, this makes Richard frown.

“Be ca – say hello for me.”

He isn’t looking at him, but he’s started rubbing his hand in circles upon his thigh.

He’s just as nervous as he is, Thomas realises, and he puts his hand — glove’s back on, now — flat upon his own and presses. Richard takes a deep breath.

richard “do as i say not as i do” ellis, king of telling people to be more cautious about their illegal activity and then absolutely not doing that, king of being semi-aware of this and trying to make a good impression on his new boyfriend and continually fucking up because he’s 100 feet deep in the closet

and thomas of course is having a really weird week and doesn’t want to fuck this up.

“Mrs. Davies told me about the accident,” Fred says. Thomas obviously doesn’t know her well enough to get a sense of what she’s like over the phone, but she sounds guarded, to say the least, hesitant. “I’ve been worried sick, truly. How’s your cousin?”

“Rather a false alarm,” Richard says. “He’ll be quite all right, I hope, everything’s on the mend. I’m with him now, in fact.”

richard, guilt-tripping the fuck out of whoever is in charge of him in this scenario: my cousin has been in a grievous accident and is on his deathbed, since i’m already in yorkshire anyway can i just like, go up there and see him before he dies and then be back in london first thing tomorrow, You Won’t Even Know I’m Gone

i invented a third valet for the king of england (yes he would have had one) (i fucking know right) who is married just for like, the drama of it all (again, may i reiterate, none of these people irl would be married or have children, they would be fired if they did). anyway he tells his wife and his wife tells richard’s wife, who knows her husband and thus is like, oh i know exactly what’s going on here. king and queen of making shit up because you’re in the closet

honestly this fic was really fun because i got to be like, okay what IS historically accurate, and how can i alter that in a way that makes anything near resembling sense... fun

“Well, then – can he hear me?”

“Yes.”

again..... she knows what he’s like... they’ve been married for 13 years... ok idk i f i can keep doing the line by line gonna jump down a bit

“Hello, Thomas.”

His mouth is suddenly dry. “Hello, er…” — what does he call her? what would a cousin-in-law call her? not Mrs. Ellis, and not Fred, either, he’s pretty sure, Richard made it sound like that was a private nickname, it’s not exactly common for a woman —

“Winnie,” she says.

“Winnie.”

When others might be listening, at least.

“It was so good of Richard to see to you, after what happened, the least he could do, really. I’m always telling him he ought to make time for family and such as he’s able.”

What she means, he can tell, is, sorry my husband fucked you over.

He likes her. Or he will, at least.

“Yeah, it's… a good thing he could make it.”

Again......... bitches be circumspect, etc. thomas is not used to this because he is in limbo at downton so there’s some hesitancy here. fred is absolutely being flippant in order to get the point across that she knows what’s going on. richard is internally putting his head in his hands and breathing heavy

also fred talks like an american and i’m aware of that and sorry not sorry...... that’s just how i wrote her.... i didn’t realise until i went thru again and was like aw fuck

He doesn’t miss the start of a smile on Richard’s face, nor the sudden change to nonchalance when he notices Thomas noticing — but it’s there in his eyes, still.

Here come the butterflies again.

The relief of being on your way to forgiveness!!! The mortifying ordeal of being known! THEM!

thomas is not used to people wanting him around and valuing his presence (this is a theme in all of my thomas/richard fic tbh.... womp i’m predictable) and experiencing that makes him nervous and cautious and also.... perhaps feeling good.

“And the arrangements for care and whatnot, everything’s all honest and in good order?”

She’s exactly like Richard — articulate, maybe just a touch self-regarding. This is clearly a woman who thinks before she speaks.

“Think so, yes, or – it will be.”

He threads his fingers between Richard’s and underneath his hand, fingertips to palm.

“I’m so pleased to hear it.”

“As was I,” Richard says. He squeezes Thomas’s fingers. The pressure feels nice – must be a good day, though it helps that it’s warm outside and he got his blood flowing, probably.

i know fandom takes care of this pretty well but like, the fact that thomas never has problems with his hand again in the show? inch resting. there would absolutely be nerve damage and reduced grip strength and joint stiffness. he does do that flex and curl thing with his fingers a few times which i’ve probably gone overboard with but yeah. anyway just bringing it up. thomas is not often holding hands with people and he doesn’t know what it feels like especially on this hand so it is additionally surprising that it’s soothing i guess. idk i might have gone That Deep... embarrassing

When Fred speaks next, her voice is different; it’s lighter. She’s teasing him: “we ought to have you up to London soon as you’re feeling better; you’ve been on our minds, you know, and dear Richard speaks ever so highly of you – ”

“Say, Winifred, could you put Molly on?”

Thomas kicks him and hopes it comes off as affectionate and not catty.

Fred laughs, bright and sparkling.

“Sure thing.”

STOP EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF MY BOYFRIEND >:-(

thomas is of course being affectionate AND a little catty. not enough he hears that people say nice thing about him.

anyway as i said above this entire fic was like really fun and also cathartic to write in some ways, because like, god, literally no other reason for that plotline to ever have come to anyone except for homophobia because it straight up just w o u l d n o t h a p p e n

it wouldn’t happen! it wouldn’t happen! what the fuuuuck

but it was fun to just be like, this by its nature cannot be historically accurate, so i can handwave some things and just go full melodrama, which, Let’s Be Honest, is really what they do with downton abbey in the first place, so you could say i’m just writing in the spirit of the show! if of course the spirit of the show had like 500% more gay in it

i want to go back and edit this fic too because i made some choice in as far as like, what to include goes bc i wanted to get chapters out (which i also did w ywntmha) and now i’m like hmmmmmmm maybe these things should be in this fanfiction after all.................. there’s like a hundred times more richard-being-a-servant in the drafts as well as some additional lesbian content so. maybe that’ll be added into the actual fic at some point in the next 12 weeks; we’ll see!!!!

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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trainwreck (Branjie) chapter 1 - PinkGrapefruit

Chapter 1. she knows she’s got me wrapped around her fingers with a glance

A/N - Hey! So I’ve written a lesbian multi-chapter whats up. This is a fake dating AU and should have about 3 chapters. Special thanks to @freykitten for being the best beta and finally learning how to use google docs and also to @artificialcherubi for being my UK pal and fourth eye. I use terrible Spanish at one point, I’ve been learning it five years and i’d still like to apologise, aside from that - As usual, all characters are my own interpretation and therefore completely fictional, Enjoy!

Brooke dances like a fish in the ocean. Like the salt spray is coating her as she dives through the surface and back onto the stage. She is lithe and lean and feels the music as if she is conducting it herself. Every turn she makes, every rise is calculated perfectly in time to the melodic hum of classical music that flows through the auditorium. It is a Saturday in June and the air is warm like barbecues yet the powerful air conditioning lets a cool undercurrent flow around the dancers’ feet as she jumps and jetěs.

Vanessa wonders how she got so lucky as to be watching Brooke perform. Standing on the sidelines, just close enough to the stage that she can still see the judges react whilst being safely hidden in the wings. She is utterly in awe. It is competition season and it flows through her veins hot, like liquid courage as she absorbs the confidence Brooke has and hopes to throw it back out onto the floor in six numbers time. It is her first nationals. She is unsure of how she can compete with what she’s watching.

As soon as it began, the show is over and Brooke steps off the stage with a sigh of relief and a smile. She unties her pointe shoes with languid arm motions, letting the muscles relax after two-and-a-half minutes of stress. The silk falls away from her easily and soon she is barefoot, nursing a large blister that her toe pads neglected to prevent and catching the gaze of a short, dark-haired girl five feet away. Despite her staring, the girl has not yet noticed Brookes’ attention focused on her, hands rubbing each other in a frenzied panic as she shifts from foot to foot. She turns as she shifts, allowing Brooke to read the paper tacked to the back of her leotard, ‘115, Vanessa Mateo’. She decides this is a sign from the universe that she should be more sociable.

“Vanessa,” calls Brooke from her position on the floor. As she hears her voice echo in the wings she notices how Canadian she sounds among the bevvy of American accents she’s been surrounded with. Since moving to Florida a little over 3 years ago her accent had weakened significantly, but every competition she attends always brings it back with a vengeance. Seemingly reacquainted with reality, the girl’s head snaps up at the sound of her name. Her features are small but bright and Brooke imagines that in any other scenario, they would radiate confidence - it just appears to be lost under the competition lipstick and false eyelashes.

As Brooke changes into more comfortable shoes, worn out black pumps covered in ballet chalk - Vanessa makes her way over, body shaking a little either from nerves or redbull. She supposes it could be both. “Hi, I just wanted to say you were great and I’m almost nervous to compete against-” She trails off as she reaches her, Brooke watching her like a predator watches its prey, like she’s the one holding the cards. Vanessa looks at her, studying the minutia of her face before taking a deep breath and trying to regain the composure she ruled her everyday life with. “I’m Vanessa,” she states, confidence flowing through her movements effortlessly as she holds out her hand. Brooke, being the Canadian stereotype she is, takes it with a tilt of the head. It’s not that she’d never met a polite Floridian before, but she’d never met a Floridian so willing to shake hands. “I know. I’m Brooke,” she replies heartily, chuckling as she does so. “You were great, Brooke” the girl repeats, with less bravado this time, testing the name out on her tongue. “Fucking beautiful to watch.”

Brooke blushes, focuses on the way her shoelaces fall on her ankles in perfect curves, the colour combination of the black on her pink tights. She notices the way Vanessa’s toenails are painted red, which she imagines to be the colour of her soul, and decides she must be a contemporary dancer because her feet aren’t nearly damaged enough for ballet and all the jazz dancers she knows wear shoes. She lets that train of thought take her as far as it will go, carrying her back to the conversation at hand. “Thank you,” she whispers like a prayer because a gorgeous stranger has told her that her dancing was beautiful, that maybe she is beautiful, and she doesn’t know what else to do. She believes that it’s gay panic, she should know by now.

She is snapped out of this by an angry Latina waving a pair of matte black dance shoes in the air and cursing in Spanish.

“VANESSA ISABELLA VANJIE MATEO,” she shouts, voice as loud as thunder but about as threatening as a stuffed animal. “¿GILIPUERTAS, NO TE CRIÉ BIEN?”. Accompanied by some thorough hand gestures and angry furrowing of eyebrows, the whole situation had Vanessa looking like she wanted to cry as, what she assumes to be her mother, hands off her shoes with quiet words. She sits beside Brooke as she slips them on, hands back to shaking as she struggles with the thin laces. With a sudden rush of care for the girl, Brooke gently nudges her hands out of the way and ties them for her, searching for the words to address the situation. She comes up blank.

As she finishes, she notices that Vanessa and her mom have started talking in hushed voices. From her knowledge of French, Brooke can pick out some words, although she is unsure of whether she is intruding in a private conversation. She is about to get up and leave when Vanessa grabs her arm and, as boldly as she can muster, declares “I can’t ‘cause I’m dating Brooke.”

The look she gets before she can even reply is both grateful and apologetic as the shorter girl moves in front of her. From behind, Brooke can really appreciate the height difference. When she’d been sat down, she assumed she’d be a little taller, maybe two or three inches at most, but standing up, she realises it’s at least a head. She finds herself unsure of what she should do with her arms as one is commandeered by the Latina who is again talking in angry Spanish to an equally emotional older woman. She laces their fingers, allows the smaller palm to fit neatly within her own curling around the soft skin. The speaking becomes softer, turns back into English and as she looks up, she meets the mothers’ eyes. “How would you feel about Sunday dinner, Brooke?” asks the woman, all calm words and easy smiles now. Brooke is startled, confused and, to be fair, a little scared by the question. It is all she can do to nod along and when Vanessa’s number gets called, she is kissed on the cheek and left to her own devices as her mother follows her step in the direction of the stage.

Once they are both far away enough, she grazes a hand over her cheek to feel the greasy lipstick mark that was left behind. Her cheeks are warm and she imagines the rest of her body is in a similar state because she is so unreasonably confused by the whole affair, the last ten minutes feel like a blur of sandalwood perfume and Spanish.

She leaves her bag in the wings and moves to the auditorium to watch Vanessa dance; the movements are fluid and fiery and she is certainly a jazz dancer because Brooke doubts that her body could move slow enough to convey all the hidden meanings of a lyrical piece. She finds that she is fine with sitting there and watching the dark-haired dancer lay it all out on the floor - ballet may be beautiful, but this is heart racing, head spinning gorgeous.

It is hours later, when Brooke is still confused and Vanessa still a little flustered, that the two find each other again. Vanessa placed third in the senior solos with Brooke finishing a happy first place, ecstatic about her win but perhaps a little regretful that she beat out the Latina for the top spot. Vanessa seeks her out in the changing rooms, hurries a small card into her hand and a chaste kiss onto her cheek, for the sake of her mother watching them, before she leaves. As she thumbs the card over in her hand, Brooke notices the graphic words on the other side:

(813)-445-1988

text me beautiful, V xx

She can feel the confidence burnt into the card, imagines a smirk, similar to the one she held watching Brooke win. With the little self-control she still has, she promises herself to wait and text Vanessa when she gets home. Unaware, her mom just smiles at her daughters’ smile when she clambers into the back of the car.

Brooke: hey, its brooke

Brooke: from dance

Vanessa: hey beautiful

Brooke: i’m confused

Vanessa: of course u are

Vanessa: look, im sorry but i panicked. i told my mom we’re dating to stop her from tryin to set me up with this ballet dude

Vanessa: just play along and come to sunday dinner

Brooke: fine, but it’s not that easy

Vanessa: thank you

Vanessa: wdum

Brooke: we’ve got to have a plan, for questions

Vanessa: we’ve been dating for three months, met at the firefly comp a few months back cos u were watching, first kiss on the first date, amusement park blah blah u get it

Vanessa: wear something hot (but not too hot bc grandparents)

Brooke: just text me your address

Vanessa: googlemaps.png

Vanessa: thanks again, ur a life saver

Brooke: it’s fine, you better make it up to me though.

Vanessa: see you sunday babe :)

Brooke smiles into her sweater, allows her feelings to bubble in her like a hot air balloon. She thinks she’d like to watch the sunrise accompanied by those red-painted lips whose owner she can’t seem to get out of her head - wonders if that could happen one day. Sunday better come quickly.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #fake dating au #trainwreck #pinkgrapefruit #concrit welcome #submission

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carolinasousawrites · 5 years

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Before you get started, yes we know we have to lock the door.

So, I woke up today to mum' panicky, "your granddad isn't home".

Granddad is a 92 yo cutie with Alzheimer's who does his own soundtrack and narration.

I thought he was probably at the balcony, on the corner that can be out of sight. Bc that happened before. Nope. He wasn't anywhere in the apartment.

That's when the action started. Slap on contacts, put on clothes to go out and try to think straight. Nerves aren't helpful right now.

Call downstairs. Nope, he hasn't left the building according to the doorman.

Our neighbor's kitchen door was ajar. We live on the 11th floor, fat chance Spiderman will break in to steal anyone's laptops or whatever.

Lots of ringing bells, knocking on their door, calling the doorman, doorman calling their apartment and nothing.

Can't just go in. They're the type of neighbor who'd sue me for trespassing or get the guy fired. Until we're too antsy to just sit on our hands while they apparently sleep through the noisiest morning in recent history.

"you're thing enough to slip through the gap without getting noticed. Get in there and get your granddad out"

Flip flops can be noisy, we're trying not to get sued for trespassing. Well, their dog entered our place once; do you think we can call it even? No? Ok, just checking...

Got to the living room. Empty. The door to the hallway into the apartment is ajar, but there's only so far one would, could and should go in this case.

Now it's panic. If he's not there, we have no idea where to start. One goes upstairs, one goes downstairs.

Call the doorman again. My kitchen is unlocked. If he shows up, take him back there.

Phones. People need to communicate. No one grabbed they're phones because panic! What if he's lost? How will we ever find him? There's a reason he's not allowed out on his own and that reason is he doesn't remember our address. Or phone number. Depending on the day, not our names either (he knows his name, so we're good).

Grab their phones, follow the sounds to hand them out, make sure everyone can text. Find a photo. Cute elderly dude isn't as descriptive when talking to strangers.

"hi. I'm sorry to wake up up like this, but did you leave your kitchen door unlocked? Bc I can't find my granddad and I think he may have wondered into the wrong apartment"

Our other next door neighbor immediately changed into her clothes and came to help us look for him. She checked floors, the playground, the garage...

Her husband was really nice too. Like, he sometimes hears him in the middle of the night (remember he does his own soundtrack and narration?) and keeps his ears sharp to make sure granddad doesn't go out and get into the elevator. And he helped Grams turn off the computer once, years ago. I should probably bake them sth as a thank you.

Think, think, think. Where could he have gone? Flip flops aren't good for running, put on your sneakers. Runs around telling granddad in hopes he'll respond.

Then - and that's really the kicker - notice how low some of the barriers around the edge of the garage are. He doesn't have great balance anymore. Heads are the heaviest part of the body, he could tumble over. Walk up to it praying you won't see anything, that there isn't a body to be found because that really can't be the last story I'll have of my granddad. God is good and real because there's nothing on the ground. He's lost and that's bad and scary, but he's not a splat somewhere.

"have you found him?" "Can we get the security cam images from the past 4 hours?" (Because we don't know when he left, Mr. Neighbor last heard him shuffling around 4ish. He was watching a movie and went to bed late.)

While one doorman is calling the building manager, the other has called the neighbor's phone, cell phone and mother (mother!) to finally find out our neighbors haven't slept through granddadpokalips, they're out of town.

Building manager comes in and gets his camera, because if we are trespassing (which we are), at least there is evidence of what happened exactly and they can't try to pin any sort of damage on me.

There's one of their cars in the garage, one of them is likely to be home. One person could, reasonably although unlikely, slept through all of this.

Please be in the laundry area. He wasn't.

Nothing in the living room, I knew that already.

Proper into the apartment we go, with management right behind me recording it on his phone. Oh God, I hope no one's sleeping naked. That'd be a hell of a way to wake up.

First room, quick look. There he is. Sitting on my neighbor's bed. High heels on the corner, the daughter's bedroom. I'd hug him if I wasn't so anxious to get out of there already.

Take his hand and guide him along. Call out we got him bc mum and sis are freaking out too. It's been an hour. A hellish long hour.

While I have stress pouring out of every pore, he's 100% chill. Singing his little percussion set (tacth-taca tum tum tum tickty tickta) and asking when he's getting some coffee.

It is one thing to know that it'd be difficult to find him if he got lost. It's one thing to deal with the "he's lost, gotta find him" levels of stress and urgency.

It's another to stare down a balcony, a ledge looking for a body and I think that's the part that has shaken me so much this morning. He's fine. But i think it'll take me longer than I'd consider for me to be fine.

And yes, lock your doors. And maybe a tracker bracelet isn't such a bad idea. (Overreaction? Most likely, but father's day is in 2 months, so hey)

#family #lenysdotter #parenting the (grand)parents

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shiggityontherocks · 2 years

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One of my favorite veterinary medicine tropes is that were all desperately sick all the time.

Like I work at an emergency clinic and at least one shift a week someone doesn't show up or goes home during their shift bc of pain.

We literally have a drug drawer that is just off staff with these fucking horse ibuprofen that are 600mg and ordered from a vet med site that our manager just keeps in stock for us, the staff, to use on ourselves.

Sometimes its indigestion and sometimes its migraines and headaches probably caused by the fact that were not allowed to have water unless in designated areas due to covid restrictions.

The other day the only vet on had a migraine and her poor voice was quaking when she spoke. One of the vet techs has a stomach acid problem and literally RAN to the washroom and vomited about once an hour when on new meds. Two vet techs are deadly allergic to even aspirating the particles of nuts so when we have an animal that needs vomit induction we have to ask before hand and have someone with an EpiPen waiting.

Yesterday an aca left early bc her head hurt so much that she threw up the horse ibuprofens. One of the other emerge desk staff came in while on cipro and pain meds for a kidney stone. The sunday desk worker has nerve damage in her arm which makes her howl and cry in pain.

3 people including myself have taken a medical leave since november.

One of the managers has anemia so bad they get blood transfusions 2x a year. One of the techs has ibs and it acts up and they get so embarrassed bc they just run to the washroom mid convo.

And we all go in for a 10 to 12 hour shift and end up staying late bc we love the animals.

But there's also this weird sense of acceptance. Like if you feel unwell, no one is questioning your motivation--like immediately your feelings of pain and unwellness are just legitimized and written off as "it's okay if you need to lay down/go for a walk/go to the bathroom/go to another room bc I will too at some point" and I think this is the first place I've worked that's like this.

#prsnl

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sacrificialarrow · 6 years

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rules: repost, don’t reblog. just pick a muse of yours and fill it out.

basics

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Just shy of being almost suspiciously tall, he is -- for a modern elf, who rarely reaches any taller than 5′8″. But for one of the Ancients, who rarely were under 6′ tall? Solas is rather on the short side. But then again, in his spirit ‘body,’ or rather, how he actually looks, he’s tall enough to incite heart attacks, particularly during an age where buildings were likely at most about half his height or less.

▸ are they okay with their height? It’s never been something that bothers him. And I’m sure if it had, he could’ve make himself larger.

▸ what’s their hair like? Practically sentient in its wildness; nothing he ever does tames or controls it spare for the dreadlocks he used to wear. But still, it’s actually really pretty when it’s grown out, bc it’s this nice like foxy brown colour ( you know, reddish, but also brown, but still more red than anything else ) and it’s halfway in between soft and coarse -- though still thick. His bald ass head is nice too, I guess.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? In the past, he spent time enough taking care of it that he blended in well with the nobles of Arlathan, ( so a fair amount ) but nowadays, the most he does is shave off stubble. I must say, however, he is a very clean individual who keeps himself properly groomed; it’s just not entirely immaculate anymore, where he doesn’t care that much.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance? Honestly.... Not really. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but his whole attire aesthetic is literally just what’s comfortable and not irritating to deal with and or take care of. And that in and of itself is a good part of the reason why he puts up with Dorian’s input and changes to his closet when they start happening; as long as it’s comfortable, Solas unapologetically just doesn’t care. ( And you know, it makes Dorian at least a little happier when he’s well-dressed, so he especially doesn’t mind putting up with being dressed by someone else.... As long as he cares for them, anyway. )

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? If he cared even a little bit about that, he wouldn’t be able to waltz through life being as often genuinely mean, or else as brutally honest as he does, never mind with such great ease. There is, however, one aspect that he does care about and that bothers him a great deal: the reputation that Fen’harel is painted with. He has fought fang and claw and with everything else that he’s had to right the wrongs of the Evanuris and attain some semblance of peace for his people, however small it may be. And yet at every step, he’s met with accusations of a malicious and monstrous nature. At first, it was little more than irritating that the elves could be so blind as to not think for themselves, but it’s stuck with him, grated on him over the years. And nerves can take only so much rasping before they begin to fray, and the spot begins to become tender, and the abused flinches away in agony from any more licks. Of course, should it continue, one grows weary and hopeless, and merely takes what they are dished with unmatched sorrow.

preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors? Outdoors. ▸ rain or sunshine? Either. ▸ forest or beach? Forest. ▸ precious metals or gems? Precious metals. ▸ flowers or perfumes? Specific perfumes, namely those at least similar in body to Dorian’s, otherwise flowers. ▸ personality or appearance? Personality. ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Solitude. ▸ order or anarchy? Order insomuch as it is fair to its people, anarchy insomuch as it is beneficial. ▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truth for most situations, although this changes if he’s acting the part of not the Dread Wolf, or if dating someone. Though even then, it’s more of a ‘I didn’t lie, I simply didn’t tell you’ sort of situation rather than outright lies. ▸ science or magic? Both. ▸ peace or conflict? Peace.

▸ night or day? Night. ▸ dusk or dawn? Dawn. ▸ warmth or cold? Either. ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Many acquaintances. ▸ reading or playing a game? Reading.

questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Frankly, he’s often quite happy at leaving people at his baser assumptions of them, and they usually have to fight to prove him wrong before he’ll budge -- and even then, it tends to be a process, unless the evidence given is damning enough. Of course a lot of it’s out of a sheer desire for people to not be too terribly agreeable, so he doesn’t have to like them much, but that doesn’t make it any less shitty of a thing to do. Though that does rather lead into another of his bad habits, which is actively isolating himself whether he’s starved for social interaction or not. Partly out of cynicism and partly because people have, over the years, given him more than plenty of reasons to distrust them and their company. ( Especially given who he is and the reputation he has ) Nowadays, the way that his brain’s wired means that if he's to have any hope of processing something, he has to be away from people to do so. ( ie, when Wisdom dies, and he leaves for a couple of weeks. )

Of course, there’s also the smoking too, ( infrequent as it is by Inquisition ) though it’s not as interesting to talk about.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? The better question is really who hasn’t he lost that was close to him? There’s been Wisdom, whose loss left Solas quieter and more muted for a solid month and a half, and much more likely to become volatile at the improper treatment of spirits. There’s of course Mythal, who no doubt made him that much more isolated with her absence -- yet altogether that much more vicious towards those who wronged their people and killed Mythal. Countless friends and or lovers over the years have either died, left, found out who he was and tried to kill him for it, or else have forced him to kill them, and for it, he’s been less trusting, and less willing to let people into and or to stay in his life. Though of course, the latter ( letting people stay in his life ) has become ubiquitous over the centuries for having lost so many, as the lesson has been thus: people never stay, so remove yourself before you’re hurt further.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? He looks back on his naming with some fondness. ( Of course, the scene is someone tainted with upset and anger by sheer nature of what had happened at the time, though the affection he felt for Mythal, particularly in that moment, outweighs the rest. ) As well, being taught to paint by one of the slaves he’d freed was an incredibly pleasant time period for him as well, as it was something that he got to create, for once.

Probably one of his favourites, though, are the generalized memories of his life on the plains before he sought out Mythal, and the feeling of grass against his paws and fur for the first time. ( Because of course, this was during his Great Wolf period, wherein he was nothing more; not the Dread Wolf, and certainly not an elf. At most, he only changed in size. )

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Ironic to his seeing himself as a guardian of sorts, it’s probably easier for him to kill people than it is for a trained assassin. Bitch doesn’t even bat an eye at it, whether they be friend or foe. I do think a lot of that’s due to how the world used to be when he developed his mind, in that there was no difference between the waking world and the fade; those who died only really became simpler minded spirits. Still not who they used to be without guidance from someone else, and no doubt no longer a threat or a problem or whatever, but? Still there. Still capable of being sought out. And I don’t really think Solas has removed himself from that mindset in the slightest, because even though there’s a barrier, the principle remains the same.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? Kept at bay by the sheer distance put between itself and Solas, the world is. He intentionally sought this out himself, yet he’s never felt more alone. Only the ground itself gives him any semblance of comfort, but it’s still not enough to keep the tears, baleful as they are, yet soft and kept to himself all the same like a howl not quite able to face the breeze. Whether he laid down, or whether he collapsed, he doesn’t recall, but it barely matters; numbness will catch up soon enough, and watching the leaves blow past the end of his nose will become the all-encompassing salvation that never does nearly enough.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? Capable, yes. Likely to, absolutely not. One must understand that each time he’s entrusted himself to someone before, it’s ended in regret, and likely even bodily damage, and so it takes him a great deal to work through the process of giving that kind of trust to someone. At present, there’s only been Mythal and Dorian who have both earned and kept it.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? He absent-mindedly makes small sketches of them, and quietly takes note of, I kid you not, every available detail of the person. Each new thing he finds is a gift for him to treasure, even if it remains something for him to treasure at a distance with no real use for what he knows. It’s all very subtle, and if others are present, nothing more than softer expressions and likely kinder attitudes towards said person, but even if it’s not something he acknowledges in any real way, it’s still obvious.

Though... If he’s actually with the person he loves, he can’t really keep his hands off them. Not even in a sexual way, really, just light, sometimes lingering touches here, hand holding there. And ofc, he tries to refrain from it in public or around other people, bc he’s not one for public displays, but it’s often unsuccessful where it’s something he does subconsciously. ( And unfortunately for him, that makes his lack of contact with people normally pretty telling. )

And I wish I could say that his overall attitude improved, but no. He’s still an asshole as equally ready and willing to verbally tear you apart; literally, he’s only nicer to the person he’s in love with.

tagged: I stole this like 20 years ago. tagging: If you wanna do it, do it and tag me so I can learn.

#come what may I shall see this through ( headcanon. )#I'm still so delighted with this dash meme dear god #let me talk about my favourite dumb wolf man #he's the best and I hate him #he's too good

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theoraclehealer · 4 years

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Jung, mysticism and psychopomp signature.

Sept 28, 2017

chiron and carl jung

and the zodiac signs

taurus has to ascend. what does that even mean, right?

as i sat with this, i imagined somehow seeing a taurus - bull - rise up into the air and go up the heavens. I’m clueless.

so i sat with this some more and thought about the introvert, as she seems to be in need of the most help here.

there always comes a time when i have these breathing episodes and everything runs amok.

for example:

ok, how bad is this?

how bad will this be?

and then i have to sit with it and see if i reach a point where it will just stop or carry on for a bit longer. this morning’s episode was awful (i still blame the seroquel). there are many tricks that i will try - reasoning my way through it, sounds, rescue remedy, coffee, water, contemplation, whatever … but then ill even try talking to myself but out loud, pretending someone is there with me.

focus has been a BIG theme here … but now I’m realizing that its actually human connection.

so ill talk out loud and see if that works.

but this morning was difficult - it changed a lot but was also more stubborn until i started to realize just how bad this sheer terror is that i have around death.

i contemplated a couple of times whether or not i wanted to call 9/11 but that proved to be problematic for a few reasons - one namely, i was home alone and was stuck upstairs so i couldn’t really go all the way down stairs and then upstairs and then change my clothes, find my shoes, make sure the dogs were okay, etc.

but in my mind, it was clear to me that i just wanted someone around and sadly, other than my mom, EMS workers are my only shot.

how difficult is it to heal from all of this … on my own?

narcissistic abuse … emotional deficits all over the place … sheer terror … profound rejection

and yet no one to look to in the eye.

no one to “pull you out of it” when you need it the most.

so it could be that the introvert would have gotten hurt at any time because in the end, she’s the traumatized one. and now in order to get taurus to ascend, i have to find her and tell her it’s okay … but ask me if i believe that it will be?

theres a chakra component here though and as i started to type this, i felt the shift in my lower chakras rise. i saw a red/pink light in the distance.

i have lost the passion for life and living. because my life was taken from me. all of it. blindsided and then burned. you wake up and its ALL gone because YOU understand the gravity of the disaster that you will now have to face, its a sense of knowing.

the people around me are tired to me.

i was in love with something before. it wasn’t a man but it was … the air. the moon. the sun. and the stars.

isn’t it great? she thought.

and now the world around HER this time, not God … has grown dark.

its take a great amount of effort to get out of the house.

because i generally don’t care.

whats in it for me?

so i drifted off to the left, to look around and think.

i realized the contemplative aspect of me has also severely suffered. another I in NFP.

but it was then that i realized who she was and we reconnected.

morissey’s - how soon is now? ran through my head.

then out of the corner of my eye, i could see my phone lighting up but it wasn’t a notification - it was red, orange and yellow - and i heard “its a bird” and by the flames that encompassed this image, i could tell it was the phoenix. i smiled.

my left arm said “i want my life back”

and was happy for about a few seconds but then stopped because … life.

the magic doesn’t uplift me anymore.

i want to be concrete for a time and see that life can be mine again. but i feel like i am owed something … from someone and yet all avenues are shut.

chiron told me i had a job to do.

isn’t that always the case?

even if i found $50,000 and i moved out … my health is still bad. the nebulizer is the bane of my existence.

i have gone through so many phases where i THINK I’m going to ween myself off of it and then there’s a kick back … of something i don’t understand … but last time, i blame the sleep study. and again, even as smart as i am and as intuitive as i am … with my history, someone should have stepped in and said “no way … lets talk this out instead because you matter”.

everything comes … after the fact.

even the help.

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things worth mentioning bc it gets so sticky throughout the day - i have been having upper back pain and have had to lay on the floor and hearing some pops around my neck but the pain is around c4. i suspect the seroquel relaxed things TOO much and through this nerve into a mess. laying down doesn’t help but sleeping in the chair is causing numbness and tingling in my hands again. I’m getting pain in my infraspinatus - both sides. this can be the only thing that i can think of that causes weird and sudden attacks, randomly.

the episodes take forever to resolve. and the pain at SI9 gets worse when i have these episodes ... very local and sharp pain.

something else to note, i don’t know the stages in which the healing happens ... with the vertebrae ... passions and love ... C4 ... insane heartbreak and emotional neglect and lack of emotional support.

and then things calm down, after i get so angry because of the physical damage/repair thats STILL happening ... and you realize just how many layers you have to build UP and not work through ... to get to the emotional body ... and where intuition comes from as you’re doing acupuncture on a client and you see a blue/purple small round light appear on your left pointer finger and you hear “john lennon” is your intuitive guider of principles long forgotten like “love is all you need” because love makes you feel like you can overcome ANY of your demons. Victor said that when we were talking last year, that he felt more stable.

——

hindsight is 20-20 right?

Elizabeth Thorson told me that unless i get grounded, I’m not going to know what work I’ve done will stick.

That was …. about 8 months ago and THIS is how long its taking me … after her esteemed shamans all failed.

“love is all you need”

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so at the end of the day, this has not been an uplifting journey. and i have a new definition of “enlightenment”.

but I just did a search online for remedies for herniated discs and came across st johns wort oil and elderberry.

i had been told by “myself” that i didn’t need the elderberry anymore.

funny enough, muscle pain and tension has been an issue ever since … and thats exactly what one website said it helps with.

pisces sabotage.

and where has the help from the other dimensions been for this?

and whats a firefly? and why was it getting in my way today?

this is all going to end up wrapping up and i have no say in anything. it has to happen and i don’t want to stay like this but there is no book or teacher that i have here on earth to reassure me that things are indeed winding down.

my entire life has been trauma. and many things happen suddenly. my death happened suddenly and has been MORE trauma.

I’m running into problems talking to some clients about things like … their grief bc instinctually, i pull from experience and can only be as “fake” honest as i can be, knowing they’re not going through what I’m going through.

but when the extra energy and interference is gone, what work is left for me to do? how quiet will life be? will it be a rough transition? and how much longer will i be alone? my mouth keeps saying … as if being fed words from the left … but think of how fruitful your life is going to be! and i go … prove it.

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and as i try to just sit with what i just wrote, i also sit with one of my other selves who seems to be championing me … trying to tell me that she’s going to help me take melatonin tomorrow … and if she’s not here, to take it at 9pm.

THIS alone triggers my biggest fear but i should be allowed to …. SIT.

my eyes go to the keyboard … “christine’s biggest fear is coming up! meows!”

and now i have that on my mind … unless i just keep typing.

but is the electricity too much for me today?

FUCK.

spiritual awakening or spirit murder? this journey has been horrible.

————

lets talk.

so you’re all full of shit.

I’ve been astral traveling day in and day out to heal … myself.

taoist astral gods of healing.

i can call on whomever i need in a pinch.

but i “step outside” of myself to try and gain a different perspective right?

but she sees things i cannot.

i just wish there was more information because then i would have been more willing … and just allowed it to happen with an understanding.

theres other things going on that i am “feeling” out … and i suspect MY spirits are the ones swirling around, swiping shit away.

i started to become more and more suspicious of “the spirits reside within” … until you derail in the most horrifying way possible and they have to step in and do the work.

“we want our girl back!!!” - said to Petra who didn’t spend any time in exploring this with me. i dissociated but i didn’t black out. i heard the whole thing. she just watched …. and probably thought “ohhhh a case study … how freudian”

so who’s in my eyes?

I’ve already suspected a few things here … but i get the shen, liver, gall bladder and the bladder and the eyes.

i get that the shen scatter with trauma but something is a-miss.

——

earlier today, twice at least, i thought of arielle and her death. she died in her sleep. and i had been talking to a client about this tonight and said that we all have these experiences, day in and day out and while its not easy (she was struggling with losing her friend recently), its better to allow yourself the time to process it. i had shared with her the complications of dealing with my own death and coma, along with dealing and processing arielle’s. she died in her sleep and i fear dying in my sleep … and its two-fold because i now have a coma to contend with. its hard to figure this one out as its a lot of imagery more so than words attached to a feeling … and this could be the curse of an empath.

she was so young. when she initially came through, whether it was her or not, i was feeling something different towards her than others … i was shut down a bit and well, on some level, feeling at one with her.

“hey - hows it going - this shit is nuts right?”

“I’m sorry you’re dead, arielle.”

you’re DEAD.

#carljung chinesemedicine coma death dyng freud infj infp introvert jung myersbriggs psychopompsignature shamanism sigmundfreud theshen zodia

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ausietigerqueen · 7 years

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Voltron High School Musical AU (Shance)

Hear me out here

So I was thinking about this and oh boy do I like

So Shiro is Troy Bolton (bc ovbs) and he’s a jock, he’s the best the school has and the whole school adores him bc he’s just so cool

He’s the star of the school and everyone expects him to go on to great things with some kind of basketball scholarship, and his father the coach is right behind him, definitely wants him to go and make it big

Lance is Gabriella (Thornton?). He’s quiet, he’s shy, and he’s in another new school. Every school he enters they find out he’s ‘a genius’ and therefore they treat him differently. Most just are awkward around him or expect him to belittle them for their intellect. Those are the schools that no one bullies him. But he has been bullied. So he comes and he’s nervous. His mother tells him it’ll be fine. They’ll stay until he graduates and once he does he can choose a college and go on. He’s nervous and a little excited. He makes his way to class after he has all his stuff and he smiles at everyone and tries to figure out what to do and he stumbles upon Shiro

They both recognize each other from the party a few weeks before where they were forced on the same stage to sing. Lance sings beautifully and he just does it. Shiro has more trouble being slightly nervous especially since it was a song set for a man and a woman

But they push through and it’s almost like it’s where they meant to be.

But Shiro notices Lance in class and calls the number lance had given him.

It works. And Shiro almost shrieks in happiness.

Out of all the schools, Lance somehow made it to his.

Their phones get taken away and they are forced into detention but Lance and Shiro both stop outside the room to talk and they hit it off again, not really believing their luck.

They spend time together and they slowly start to gain feelings for each other. Lance had been cracking pick up lines since the beginning but they were mostly a tease until later.

Lotor is Sharpay and the reason for this, is bc he is totally sharpey, the hair, the clothes, the attitude - the 'I’m important and you know it’ thing. He’s very rarely kind, but he’s not a horrible person.

But Lotor isn’t mean, he’s a little stuck up, but he’s actually had a crush on Shiro for years and been trying to date him when Lance comes around and Lotor is a little star struck. He asks Lance out but Lance turns him down lightly, telling him he’s sorry but the mans just not his type. He does promise to help Lotor find someone else and also promises to talk to Lotor more.

Ezor plays Ryan, she’s supportive of her brother, almost everything Lotor does unless he goes a little too far and then she tries to midigate the damage. She likes Shiro and Lance a lot and definitely thinks their relationship is cute, but tries to mediate how much she approves bc of how it semi hurts Lotor.

Keith is Chad, because he’s very close to Shiro and they got into sports when Keith became Shiro’s adoptive brother - not that many know that - but he likes Lance and sees what a good fit for each other they are, but he also doesn’t want Shiro to give everything he’s worked for away for well a boyfriend. And honestly Lance sometimes gets on his nerves with his carefree attitude.

Hunk is Zeke, plays for the basketball team, but is absolutely into cooking. He spends most of his free time cooking and baking. He sneaks the treats he makes into people’s lockers as treats and does it constantly for the team. He immediately clicks with Lance and they become best buds. Lance helps him accept that cooking and baking isn’t girly. And that it’s amazing. And so Hunk always puts a bag aside for Lance to have and try of whatever he makes.

Allura is Taylor for sure and Lances best friend. They spend a lot of time together and Lance shows her beauty routines he’d learned from his older sisters. And he helps her do her hair in crazy styles every day. They spend a lot of their time talking theory and science which confuses others a lot

Pidge is obviously Kelsi and she is the composer, very talented and smart, she enjoys it and is passionate about it but she’s also into hacking into things and totally part of the science team with Allura. She enjoys having Lance around bc he helps release tension. He isn’t as tense as the others and just tries to help everyone relax at all times. He’s also super smart and a genius and understands when she goes into wild theories and actually gives her advice and ideas to help her think more.

• Shiro is getting slightly tired of being pushed into basketball and scholarships and all the pressure is getting to him. Until he meets a beautiful boy on vacation. They sing together, and it’s the most free and relaxed Shiro’s felt, in a long time.

• Lance is tired of being bullied. Is tired of being the weird genius kid. He just wants to have some friends, people to lean on like the family they had to leave because of his mother’s job. When he met Shiro he felt at home again. Singing with Shiro, was like singing with his cousins and mother, he was relaxed and he wasn’t weird. And he automatically clicked with Shiro.

• When they start spending time together they start smiling more. And their friends notice.

•Pidge and Allura both find out about Lance’s brains and they both try to get him to enter their scholastic decathlon team.

•When Lance decides to do the audition even though he’s considering the decathlon team, he isn’t thinking about anything but how much he wants to feel the way he had on vacation. And especially with Shiro.

•They get turned down by Coran - he wants to let them audition, but his sense of honor to the theater won’t let him. He leaves and when Pidge falls down Shiro and Lance rush to the stage and help her pick them up. Lance asks if she wrote the original of what Lotor and Ezor sang and she nods asking if they’d like to hear it.

• They’re awed and sing it and get the callback. Which pisses off Lotor. He doesn’t have much, but damn it, he has the musicals and he won’t stand for it.

•Keith is furious. He just doesn’t understand why, and he tries to 'reason’ with Shiro, he doesn’t want him brother throwing away his chance to greatness. His chance to succeed at something they’d worked for together for years.

•Shiro brushes him off. He doesn’t know why he wants to do it. He just knows it always makes him lighter after singing. He always feels happier after his times with Lance.

• When Hunk comes out to the rest of the team as the one who bakes all the treats. And other students come out with their 'secrets’ - Keith and Allura decide they need to make sure their friends keep their minds on what they think is most important. To save them from themselves.

•They set up the camera and wait for Shiro to say what they know they can get him to say. Allura meanwhile talks to Lance - trying to get him to realize that the smart people who have come from science and how stupid jocks are. Pidge is absent from this and any planning.

•When the video comes on, Lance tries not to believe the words slipping from Shiro’s mouth. He truly wishes he could erase them from his memory. But he can’t. Shiro said them. And he lets his insecurities slip in enough to make him believe it all. And it hurts. Allura leaves him to his thoughts, to think about the decathlon. Lance watches Keith and Hunk and Shiro all dancing in the courtyard. Happy and carefree as Lance sits there heartbroken and feeling led on. He decides there to accept it and fake that he doesn’t care either. If he does maybe it won’t hurt as much.

• Shiro is at a loss. He doesn’t know why Lance’s attitude suddenly changes. He can’t play anymore. Nothing works. He’s a mess and he doesn’t know how to fix any of it. Least of all a relationship with Lance when he won’t even talk to him. He tries to get him to talk to him, over and over. But Lance just won’t.

•It’s a couple days before Allura and Keith decide they went to far. They confront Lance and Shiro and tell them the truth of what happened. Lance denies that it’s their fault. Shiro was the only one deciding what he said. Not them.

•Allura went to Pidge and asked for advice and Pidge outright slaps her. “you are almost worse than Lotor. At least he’s only stuck up.” She leaves her and seeks out Lance. She grabs his hand and drags them to Shiro. She grabs his hand and drags them both to Shiro’s rooftop hideout and she sits them both down.

•"You’re both almost adults. Fucking act like it. I know you both adore each other. It’s easy to see everytime you look at each other. Your other friends are assholes who should have supported you, but now they do. But you seriously need to fix this. Otherwise you’ll both lose not only the audition, but basketball, or the decathlon.“

• They talk it out and Lance forgives Shiro. He accepts that in the same situation he’d probably tell them what they wanted to hear.

• Lotor hears them singing together again and is automatically worried. They sound wonderful and it scares him. He and Ezor blackmail Coran to putting the callback day on the same day as the big basketball game and the decathlon day.

•he’s happy with himself but also sad. He likes Lance, he just doesn’t know why he doesn’t like him back. He’s great right? So why doesn’t the pretty boy like him?! He’d try to sneak in small touches to Lance’s hand when they talk. Constantly trying to just be acknowledged by Lance.

•Ezor is sorry for Lotor. She can already tell that Lance and Shiro are meant to be. Even if it hurts Lotor. She can see how cute they are.

•Lotor on some level understands but his jealousy gets the better of him.

•Lance is horrified when Shiro shakes him head and says his idea. They go with it and on the big day they mess around and do little things for each other as they await the time. They win that step of the decathlon and start to make one of the burners go haywire. They all shuffle out as they say they have to clean it up and make it safe before anyone can come back. And they mess with the scoreboards in the gym, causing them to halt play. Shiro rushes to the theater. Almost all the students there following after. Thace stumbles after them wondering what the hell.

• They make it there and Pidge immediately comes back to play for them. Lotor is impressed at her devotion. He finds her adorable in a way he hasn't before.

• Lance sees this and as he promised to find someone for Lotor, he thinks he's found the perfect person, especially to help mellow him out. But he has to get to singing. He takes off his lab coat and throws it to the side as Pidge starts playing.

• Shiro freezes and can't sing after Lance. He immediately has Pidge stop and walks up to Shiro. He tells him just to look at him. Just like the vacation. It's just them on the stage.

• The music starts again and it works. Shiro sings and so does Lance. They dance around the stage more open and happy than their friends have ever seen them.

• Lotor smiles as Pidge jumps up while playing and dances with them. He accepts that they're good. And he's happy that they love the theater too. Ezor notices him smilin at Pidge as she cheers for Lance and Shiro. She makes a note to herself to talk to Lance and see if they can get them together.

• Keith and Allura are shocked at how talented their friends are. They cheer wit everyone else and are so proud. Hunk knew Lance could sing but he's so glad how happy Lance looks after all the bullying he'd been through.

• They finish and everyone applauds as they all zoom back to their things.

• Shiro's team wins - and so does Lance's. They all celebrate.

• Ezor asks Allura out and she says yes.

• Hunk asks Keith out - the boy agrees and then semi freezes. He seeks out Shiro a little freaked and unsure.

• Lance asks Ezor what she thinks about Lotor and Pidge and they start to concoct a plan to get them together.

Lance and Shiro stand together and smile as they kiss and everyone cheers.

Other characters

Iverson - Principal

Ulaz and Thace - Shiro's and Keith's parents

The mice - Allura pets

Kaltenecker - Lance's pet cow. They take her everywhere bc she was a present from his late father.

The lions - will prob come in as pet cats at some point

YELLS OKAY I LOVE THIS MOVIE AND THIS AU NOW

Shiro and Lance are totally Troy and Gabriella, and it's so cute ( I watched it last night to make sure that it was the same and they fit so well HOLYSHIT)

I just adore this now omg

//semi fixed

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11th, 12th, 13th June 2020 Current affairs Vignan IAS

RBI has released draft Frameworks for ‘Sale of Loan Exposures’ and ‘Securitisation of Standard Assets’ About: These draft guidelines are applicable to all Scheduled Commercial Banks (excluding Regional Rural Banks); All India Financial Institutions (NABARD, NHB, EXIM Bank, and SIDBI); and, all Non-Banking Financial Companies (NBFCs) including Housing Finance Companies (HFCs). The guidelines attempt to align the regulatory framework with the Basel guidelines on securitisation that have come into force effective January 1, 2018. The revisions also take into account the recommendations of the Committee on Development of Housing Finance Securitisation Market in India (Chair: Dr. Harsh Vardhan) and the Task Force on the Development of Secondary Market for Corporate Loans (Chair: Shri T.N. Manoharan), which were set up by the RBI in May, 2019. Important Info : Salient features of draft guidelines: Only transactions that result in multiple tranches of securities being issued reflecting different credit risks will be treated as securitisation transactions.Two capital measurement approaches have been proposed: Securitisation External Ratings Based Approach (SEC-ERBA) and Securitisation Standardised Approach (SEC-SA).A special case of securitisation, called Simple, Transparent and Comparable (STC) securitisations, has been prescribed with clearly defined criteria and preferential capital treatment.The definition of securitisation has been modified to allow single asset securitisations. Securitisation of exposures purchased from other lenders has been allowed.Standard Assets would be allowed to be sold by lenders through assignment, novation or a loan participation contract . The Stressed Assets, however, would be allowed to be sold only through assignment or novation.Requirement of Minimum Retention Requirement (MRR) for sale of loans has been done away with. Source : The Hindu (Economy) Union Finance Minister Nirmala Sitharaman has said that the COVID Emergency Credit Facility covers all companies and not just Micro, small and medium enterprises (MSMEs) About: The Emergency Credit Line Guarantee Scheme (ECLGS) is the biggest fiscal component of the Rs 20-lakh crore Self-Reliant India Mission package announced by Finance Minister last month. Under the scheme, 100 per cent guarantee coverage will be provided by National Credit Guarantee Trustee Company (NCGTC) for additional funding of up to Rs 3 lakh crore to eligible companies and borrowers, in the form of a guaranteed emergency credit line (GECL) facility. For this purpose, a corpus of Rs 41,600 crore was provided by the government, spread over the current and next three financial years. The scheme will be applicable to all loans sanctioned under GECL facility during the period from the date of announcement of the scheme to October 31 or till an amount of Rs 3 lakh crore is sanctioned under GECL, whichever is earlier. The main objective of the scheme is to provide an incentive to member lending institutions to increase access and enable availability of additional funding facility to borrowers, in view of the economic distress caused by the COVID-19 crisis. Source : All India Radio (Economy) Delhi and the National Capital Region (NCR) have recorded at least 14 earthquakes of low or medium intensity since April, 2020 About: As per the 2002 map by the Bureau of Indian Standards (BIS), India is divided into four seismic zones – viz. Zone II, III, IV and V – based on seismicity, earthquakes occurred in the past and tectonic setup of the region. Delhi falls in Zone IV, which makes it vulnerable to earthquakes. Delhi does not lie on a plate boundary. It is located on a single plate, and the seismic activity is generated by internal deformities. Important Info : Seismic Zones: Zone II: This is seismically the least active region. It covers parts of India that are not included in Zone III, IV and V.Zone III: Comprises Kerala, Goa, Lakshadweep islands, remaining parts of Uttar Pradesh, Gujarat and West Bengal, Parts of Punjab, Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh, Bihar, Jharkhand, Chhattisgarh, Maharashtra, Orissa, Andhra Pradesh, Tamil Nadu and Karnataka.Zone IV: It covers parts of Jammu and Kashmir and Himachal Pradesh, National Capital Territory (NCT) of Delhi, Sikkim, Northern parts of Uttar Pradesh, Bihar and West Bengal, parts of Gujarat and small portions of Maharashtra near the west coast and Rajasthan.Zone V: This is seismically the most active region. Parts of the Himalayan boundary in North and Northeast India fall in this zone. Kutch area in the West also falls here. Remaining parts of Jammu and Kashmir, Himachal Pradesh, Uttranchal, part of North Bihar and Andaman and the Nicobar Islands are included. Source : Indian Express (Disaster Management) A new study suggests that one of the ways of effective social distancing strategies to keep the Covid-19 curve flat include the idea of social bubbles About: A social bubble is a close-set of people i.e. like family, with whom we interact on a regular basis. During the current lockdown, a social bubble is limited to the members of a household with whom one interacts on a daily basis. However, as things normalise and conditions in general improve, this bubble can grow larger. It can then include close friends and relatives and neighbours. This in a later stage can expand further and include any person with whom we may need to get in contact with in our daily lives. 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The total number of Indian institutions in the top 1,000 global list has also fallen from 24 to 21. Important Info : Do you know? QS World University Rankings is published annually by Quacquarelli Symonds (QS), a British company specialising in the analysis of higher education institutions around the world.It measures the world’s top 1,000 universities on 6 factors:Academic reputation (40%)Employer reputation (10%)Faculty/Student Ratio (20%)Citations per faculty (20%)International Faculty Ratio (5%)International student ratio (5%) Source : The Hindu (Education) Indian Railways has created a new world benchmark by successfully running first Double-Stack Container Train in high-rise in Over Head Equipment (OHE) electrified territory on Western Railway About: The Operations successfully commenced on 10th June from Palanpur and Botad stations in Gujarat. 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Note: written for @jeonalis because i love my college girl <3 Based on THIS THING. Names of gadgets and widgets and places and things cheerfully borrowed from all the nerd stuff I used to love many years ago. Mostly Ratchet and Clank though. I think there was also an unintentional fight club reference, but i’ve never seen the movie and have no desire to do so either. Points if you spot all the random nerd stuff I put in there.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Crack, Sci-Fi, Smut Lite (Diet Smut a.k.a. Lazy Smut) Warnings: it’s crack. it’s (bad, lazy) porn. Ah, actually there’s some physical violence. Word Count: 4225 Rating: BC, for bad crack.

“I want you to hit me as hard as you can,” you tell Jungkook.

“Excuse me?” he splutters.

“You heard the woman,” Jimin eggs him on.

“Hit me,” you dare.

Good entertainment is hard to come by in the Year of Our Lord 3333. Jungkook warily orders his holo-projector to turn off the hyper-realistic porn of two human women tribbing because it’s a re-run, and he’s used up his free trial of the sensory package. Somehow actually smelling the sex and experiencing mild neuro-stimulating jolts at key points of the adult film really made the whole porn watching experience better. Anything less was just depressing.

“Did you shut that shit off?” Yoongi asks from outside Jungkook’s bedroom. The door being shut is a clear indication that Masturbatory Events were happening, so the older human boy has learned to not even bother knocking.

Jungkook heaves a sigh because he doesn’t even have a boner. “Yeah,” he answers glumly.

“Is your junk tucked in?”

“It wasn’t out to begin with.”

The bedroom door opens with a force that only comes from a person seeking to pick a fight. Yoongi frowns at Jungkook’s unmoving, prone figure. “You do know that your holo-projector is still connected to the amplifier downstairs, right?”

Jungkook bolts out of his bed, face drawn into a comically horrified picture of contrition and shame. “Uh...” And Yoongi’s girlfriend was over too. He’s dead. More than dead. Deader than dead.

“Lucky for you my girlfriend found it hot and a little bit funny, but seriously...”

This is mortifying, and Jungkook swears he needs to move out as soon as possible - except he’s still broke and fixing hovercrafts from time to time wasn’t any way to make a steady living.

“Sorry,” he grimaces, and scratches the back of his head with a sigh. “I’ll... leave you guys to it then.” (He tries his best not to look her in the eye when she leaves. She fucking waves though. Weird.)

It is 127% because of boredom that he finds himself “borrowing” (read: taking without consent) Yoongi’s mobile airship for the express purpose of hyperwarping to Abraxas-II for a night of wild, youthful revelry. Much to his roommate-slash-employer’s dismay, Jungkook has no qualms about contributing to the statistics of bored young human boys wreaking havoc across the galaxy. If not now, then when? Humans did have one of the lowest life expectancies around, and he wasn’t going to wait until he was pushing fifty-five and seeking cryo-regenification to have a little fun.

“Warning, impending destruction of Abraxas-II,” the Computer tells him twenty minutes into hyperwarp. “Recalculating.”

What the actual fuck. Jungkook takes out his limited edition communicator designed in the tradition of old-school, earth-class cellular devices from the early 21st century. Thankfully he still has signal. At least the UMN was doing something good for the galaxy.

BREAKING: LARGE METEOR IMPACT TO DESTROY “SIN PLANET” ABRAXAS-II - says the headlines. Almost immediately, there are op-ed interviews from Voths and Cragmites who loved to, colloquially speaking, talk shit about everyone else - especially anyone else having fun. Jungkook suspects it’s not some freak meteor because the live feed of the impending destruction shows the “meteor” looks a lot like an intentional laser beam coming from an ominous-looking ship.

“Changing course to Abraxas-X,” the Computer lets him know in a cheery voice. “Estimated time of arrival: seventeen minutes.”

“Uh, Computer, I think I’d rather just go home,” Jungkook tells the ship’s control mainframe.

“Unable to execute command. Due to the projected debris fallout from Abraxas-II’s destruction, all routes back to HOME are closed until further notice from the Federation. We Apologize For The Inconvenience.”

Yoongi will kill him for real this time.

“Did you hear? It’s Abraxas-II this time,” Jimin remarks, wrapping his hand in bandages for the fight tonight. As his “fling for the night” you were allowed in the locker rooms by a creepy looking Agorian guard.

You roll your eyes because of course you heard about the “meteor” about to destroy another planet. The Federation really needed to get their act together. And where was Captain Qwark when you needed him?

“Don’t get distracted, baby boy,” you smirk, completely ignoring his question in favor of sticking to a topic you actually cared about - money. “Tonight is a toss-up.”

You and Jimin played dirty when it came to Abraxas-X’s infamous underground fighting cages. It was a pretty simple scam: Jimin fought based on a pre-determined strategy and you either bet for or against him depending on how it was supposed to go. Sometimes it made more sense to dope up on nanotech painkilers and lose on purpose, and you made sure to bet high and reckless on those days.

Win or lose, you and Jimin always made sure to come out on top. Sometimes though, Jimin faced odd toss-ups like the one for tonight, V, and you had to bet carefully based on Jimin’s condition.

“I think it’ll be a win for tonight,” Jimin decides, handing you the vial of unused nanotech. And herein lie the loophole that allowed for your cute little scam: officials only checked the winners to see who’s doping. Never the losers. This made it easy for Jimin to inject, inhale, and rub as much nano into his system on Lose Nights so that he could take a beating and come out normal the next morning.

“If you say so,” you hum, “And be safe.”

The Agorian guard opens the door, and Jimin pulls you into a kiss fit for the pay-per-view holo-channels. “Fight’s starting soon, lovebirds.”

“Thanks for the hot sex, baby,” you laugh at a smirking Jimin, waving as you exit. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

Jungkook nearly pisses his pants when he gets to Abraxas-X because it’s the furthest thing from Abraxas-II. For one, it’s fucking cold and snowing, unlike Abraxas-II’s modulated temperature system where it was always tropical year round. He’s ridiculously under-dressed for this climate, but that doesn’t mean he can afford to planet hop until he gets somewhere warmer. He’s running out of hyperwarp fuel, and his communicator’s battery is nearly dead.

For another, it’s pretty much deserted along the landing site in a scary, dystopian kind of way.

“Oh fuck me,” he says, but it sounds more like, “Oh-hoh, fuc-c-c-ck, m-me-hee,” because his teeth clack from the cold.

He has a good seven percent battery left which he uses to shiver his way towards civilization. The first group of parka-adorned humanoids he enounters looks at him as if he’s a fucking Cragmite.

“What’s up,” Jungkook smiles in what he hopes to be something more winsome and not pained. “Hey, can you guys direct me to the closest Gadgetron vendor? My communicator is about to die.”

Parka One points to a cave with a fading sign that reads COLOSSEUM, as if the anguished shouts and curses weren’t frightening enough.

“I don’t know if they sell communicators though,” Parka Two tell him. “The guy’s an ex-RYNO dealer.”

What the fuck was this planet even?

“Th-thank you.” Jungkook prays it’s warmer inside.

“No Foul.”

You glare at the referee who refuses to call a foul on that shout. That V fighter asshole is very good at getting in potshots that look legal, and you don’t like it one bit. Jimin is getting his ass handed to him on a rusty copper platter, and you’re more than a little pissed off that you just bet a whole week’s income on this.

V, or whatever his fucking name was, actually has the nerve to wink at you. Apparently he thinks you’re Jimin’s fuck toy, and he’s trying to use playground tactics to piss off your “boyfriend” into making mistakes in the ring. Well, the joke is on you because neither Jimin nor you cared two shits about taunting, and Jimin was still losing.

Your gaze shifts to your partner in crime who shakes his head. He should have taken the fucking nano.

You nod slowly while tucking your hair behind your left ear and blink three, distinct times. The message is there: Next round, submission, tap out. It would be a loss for tonight, but at least Jimin wouldn’t be too injured.

In a fit of annoyance you leave the crowd and make your way towards the exit.

“You don’t accept bolts?” comes an incredulous voice by the entrance next to Jeff, the Gadgetron vendor. “How could you possibly not accept bolts?”

“Sorry, my sexy, muscular, human macho man,” Jeff purrs, “It’s either munny, gil, or credits. I don’t live in the stone ages of bolts.”

You blink when you see a human man fuming at the way Jeff condescendingly refuses to sell him a communicator battery pack. Humans were rare in these parts, so you’re a little taken aback to see one standing at the entrance of the Colosseum wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and a pair of black pants that looked like they were painted onto his skin.

“My friend, no- my boss is going to kill me unless I get in touch with him, and I literally only have three percent battery. This Abraxas-II bullshit is really-”

“Oh honey, everyone is inconvenienced by Abraxas-II,” Jeff smiles, knowing a wallet when he sees one.

Unfortunately for Jeff, you also know a wallet when you see one too, and that guy with the nice thighs looks like he could do some serious damage in the ring. You want him - for your scam, of course.

“Oh Jeff,” you call out in sing-song voice, hastily shrugging off your parka and pulling down your top.

“Whaddya want?”

“A communicator battery pack,” you answer with a cute smile and a wink in the human guy’s direction.

“Five hundred credits-”

You give him a long look. “Jeff.”

“Abraxas-II-”

“Don’t,” you warn, balling your fist.

“Two hundred,” he replies meekly, and you pay him using your card.

You accept the battery pack and promptly hand it over to the human who’s looking at you in awe. Hook, line, and sinker. And for your next act, you turn away saucily and head for the locker rooms, even though that’s exactly where you came from. You’re pretty sure the pretty boy wouldn’t notice.

“Hey wait,” comes his voice, and you can’t help but to smile because it’s all so predictable. “Wait, what’s your name?”

“Like that’s important,” you laugh, shooting him a flirtatious look. “You got your battery. Go make your call.”

You walk into the crowds once more just in time to see Jimin tap out with a sour look on his face. He looks surprised to see you still here because he thought you would have just left.

“What the hell is this place?” the human next to you exhales, looking around in awe.

“Welcome to the Pits of Abraxas-X,” you grin. “People beat each other up here for money.” As if it weren’t obvious.

“Well fuck.”

“Jungkook, Jimin. Jimin, Jungkook,” you make the introductions in a careless fashion as Jimin ices his bruises. You hand him a vial of nano with a frown.

“Nice to meet you,” Jungkook mutters, eyeing Jimin’s black eye warily.

“Yeah, whatever,” you brush the niceties aside, “Now that we all know each other and seeing as we’re all in the at-least-fifty-percent-human club, let’s get down to business.”

“Wait what?” Jungkook frowns, looking at you with a giant question mark on his face. He only followed you in here because he thought you were hot and maybe (just maybe) on the slim chance that you might blow him in some seedy locker room.

“First of all, you owe me two hundred credits plus tax,” you inform Jungkook who looks like he swallowed a lemon. “Second of all, if you came in here in an airship, you’ll need hyperwarp fuel, which is expensive as fuck on this planet.”

Jungkook gulps.

“Oh, unless your boss can wire you two thousand credits of course,” you smile sweetly.

“Two Thousand,” Jungkook hiccups.

“Lucky for you I have a plan,” you continue, ignoring the way Jimin groans. “My fighter is going to be out of commission for the pits until the nano’s out of his system, and I’m already in the negatives for this week.”

“So what’s your plan?” Jungkook asks, already getting a sense as to where this is going.

“You are the plan, Jungkook,” you tell him, “I need you to play substitute for Jimin for about a week. Can you do that?”

And even you ask him, you’re not really asking him. You’re practically ordering Jungkook to be Jimin’s substitute. The “or else” doesn’t even need to be said because the guy has no other options. He’s stranded here anyway, in desperate need of cash to escape and already two hundred credits in debt with yours truly.

“I don’t know how to fight,” he sighs glumly, “I’m gonna get beat up a lot, huh?”

Your gaze drifts to his thighs and his biceps. “Jungkook, I think with a little training you should be okay. But yeah, you’re going to get wailed on.”

He looks terrified so you amend your statement. “Ah, you’re not going to feel any of it though. You just have to act like you’re in pain.”

“What?” he gasps.

You hold up a fresh bottle of nano. “I love biotechnology and messing around with this shit,” you giggle, “Everyone reacts differently to nano, but for humans, it’s found to be particularly good at repairing physical damage. That’s why it’s illegal in most fighting communities.”

Jungkook lets out a small, choked sound because not only was nano injections illegal in “fighting communities,” this shit was also illegal in five hundredish out of six hundredish planets in the Federation. Whole Planets have outlawed this substance, including his home world.

“It’s safe,” you guess, “From my experience.”

And Jungkook does not know what to say because it’s either get beat up by alien uglies without nano, or get beat up with nano. Yoongi would probably tell him to “just say no to drugs” but Yoongi wasn’t the one facing a just-under-five-foot terror in the shape of a human girl.

“How can I trust you?” he asks, attempting to sound cool.

And you really have to laugh because he’s too cute. “You don’t get out very much, do you?” you smirk, shaking the tube of nano before injecting it straight into a vein in your forearm.

“Here we go,” Jimin snorts, watching the two of you share in Prime Banter. Jungkook almost forgot the older human man was even there.

You let the nano filter through your system, and it’s quick because you’ve done it so many times now. “I want you to hit me as hard as you can,” you tell Jungkook.

“Excuse me?” he splutters.

“You heard the woman,” Jimin eggs him on.

“Hit me,” you dare.

“Wha- I- I can’t hit a girl!” Jungkook finally spits out.

“Cute,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “If you won’t, I will.”

And Jungkook, bless that boy, actually steps in between you and Jimin. “No, dude,” he says in his best strongman voice. “It’s not right.”

“She has a million little robot things currently filling up her entire body waiting to repair even the slightest bit of damage,” Jimin explains as if he’s talking to a little kid.

“She is right here,” you remind the boys, tapping Jungkook’s shoulder. He turns around and you promptly wack him across the face. “And she is still waiting for that hit, Jungkook.”

Jungkook to his credit really doesn’t like getting physical. He was kind of lying when he said he didn’t fight because he did learn some human fighting techniques growing up, and he could hold his own in a bar brawl. But that was always up against human fighters, never stronger, weirder aliens that could potentially kill him.

You piss him off though. He realizes belatedly that you probably paid for his battery pack on purpose, and he’s beyond annoyed because if there’s one thing he hates, it’s being used.

“You wanna get hit so bad?” he challenges through gritted teeth, and you nod.

“Go for it, baby,” you tease, crooking your finger in a crude, pseudo-sexual gesture. “Give me your best shot-”

Jungkook steps back, engaging in a standard stance and rears his leg up to kick you square in chin. The force of the blow has you slamming into the lockers, the loud metallic sound ringing through the cramped space. You’re dizzy and disoriented, but you don’t feel a damn thing other than excited.

“Oh,” you sigh, mouth curving into a satisfied smile, “Oh, fuck, you’re good.”

Jungkook doesn’t have a damn clue what to say.

Jimin takes a day to teach him how to play Wounded Warrior in the pits, and you take another day to teach him the ins and outs of Coliseum etiquette, frequently encountered alien species, and about Abraxas-X in general.

Jungkook is thankful that Yoongi is more worried about him being stranded on a foreign planet rather than angry at his missing mobile airship.

“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes for the fifth time. “I really, really fucked up.”

Yoongi doesn’t disagree. “Yeah, but you’re safe. And you’ll find a way of getting back. Just don’t die.”

“I’ll try my best,” Jungkook sighs, depressed out of his mind when he hangs up. His first fight is tonight, and while you’ve gone over the plan with him a million times, he still can’t get rid of the jittery feeling that he’s going to ruin everything.

“You’re actually perfect, you know,” you tell Jungkook. “See, you look really built and like you’d totally kick everyone’s asses. And they’re gonna bet that way. But you’re going to lose, Jungkook. You’re going to take the hits and get on the ground.”

“Can’t wait,” he deadpans.

“Good,” you smile cheerfully, ignoring his willful attempts to be sullen, “Because my estimations show that we’re going to make about five hundred credits tonight.”

Jungkook whips his head towards you from the news. Five hundred? that only meant four nights of this could lead to his freedom.

“Don’t get too excited, champ,” you tell him as you pat him on the shoulder. “It’s five hundred divided by three.”

“Three?”

“Jimin’s cut of course.” You don’t leave your friends out of a cut, even if he did fuck things up with V.

Jungkook looks like he might cry.

The first thing Jungkook notices about the ring is that it smells bad. It smells like the time when Yoongi’s Markazian ex-girlfriend’s cat-looking pet climbed into the exhaust vent of their repair shop and never came back out. They had searched, and searched for that annoying little beast, and they finally found it from the stench of the rotting corpse.

Likewise, it smelled like rotting organisms here.

Jungkook wants to throw up from the smell and from the nerves. The nano is in his system, and it feel kind of itchy and akin to someone tickling him from the inside. His opponent is an eight-feet tall Agorian boxer. Fuck Everything.

“You can do it, sexy!” you shout from the crowd, playing your part of adoring pit fangirl. The funny thing is that you’re not the only one yelling these sentiments to him. There are other pit girls screaming their love for Jungkook even though this is his literal first time making an appearance.

To be completely honest, you didn’t blame them one bit.

The horn sounds, and the Agorian charges at Jungkook. And instead of cowering, Jungkook charges right back, much to your surprise.

“Oh,” you gasp, eyes widening when he draws first blood, using the same kick he used to hit you with on the Agorian.

Jungkook’s opponent is unfazed, and sends a killer right hook at Jungkook’s side. The blow sounds painful and like it hit a bone from the nasty crunching sound. You can see Jungkook’s confusion because he heard the sound, and he felt the force from the blow, but there was also a distinct lack of pain.

The surprise fades nearly instantaneously and you only notice it because you were looking for a flaw in his acting skills. Jungkook launches into the routine Jimin trained him on - rolling on the floor in pain. The referee blows his whistle and it’s all over.

The fangirls mope around you.

“It’s his first time,” one of them says.

“Yeah,” another one agrees.

“He’ll get better. He has to. I mean look at him.”

You smirk when you see the referee shake his head and signal to the official that this match is over by TKO. Keep dreaming girls, you think. This is your house.

“Payday,” you smile, handing over Jungkook’s cut of the winnings.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide at the number. All that for taking a punch to his ribs?

“Good job out there,” you compliment. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Jungkook wonders if he should even feel proud of this, but it does feel nice to have done something to work towards a goal.

“I have to say I was surprised though,” you comment, “I didn’t think you’d charge at Ortax the Merciless like that.”

“Just reflex,” Jungkook mutters shyly. He doesn’t really know why he did it either.

You wink, and watch as Jungkook’s ears go red in front of you. “It was a nice touch. Got the bets going up in your favor for a short while.” You pause, wondering if you say the next thing on your mind for all of three seconds before deciding that life was too short to play it safe. “It was fucking sexy.”

Jungkook blinks owlishly.

“Goodnight handsome. Take your vitamins.”

Jungkook continues the losing for two more days until he’s matched up with V.

You frown at the match up because you can’t tell what kind of alien V is because he looks so humanoid, but he’s not completely homosapiens either. His eyes and reflexes give everything away.

“You have to win this one,” you tell him point blank.

“Are you nuts?”

You shake your head. “You have to. We lost the shock factor of people betting for you. Now people are going to bet against you, and even if you lose it’s not going to make a difference money-wise. You have to win for us to collect the winnings from tonight.”

Jungkook swallows. “That means no nano.”

“Nope,” you confirm. “You go in cold. And you have to win.”

“Gee, thanks for not putting any pressure on me,” Jungkook sighs.

You don’t have the luxury of feeling bad because your rent is kind of past due. “Jungkook, let me put it this way,” you start, “If you win, that means you’ll probably have enough money to back to your home planet.”

“Where Yoongi will murder me,” Jungkook nods. He’s pouting again.

Your heart warms at how his expression is in direct contrast to how his body looks cut up and bruised from the fights he’s had in the past few days. Jungkook’s handsome, baby face is so incredibly juxtaposed on his toned fighter’s body in the best way possible.

“You’ll get another thing if you win,” you start, biting your lip and sitting down next to him.

“What?”

“I’ll kiss your boo-boos better,” you mutter into his ear. It’s a come-on, obviously.

Jungkook swallows thickly when he sees your suggestive expression. “Like a blowjob?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer, opting for simplicity.

Jungkook wins.

Jimin is not expecting this at all. He’s finally recovered from his fight with V, and after getting a text announcing Jungkook’s victory, he supposes a little congratulations is in order for the youngest in your group of scammers. Jimin breaks out the Ogre Killer from his stash of Serious Liquors, and makes his way towards the locker rooms where Jungkook and you would no doubt be high-fiving it up.

He sees the Agorian guards with their ears pressed against the door when he arrives.

“Uh-”

“Can you shut up?” Agorian A hisses, ear pressed firmly on the metal.

“Fuck, I just heard her slurp,” Agorian B giggles.

Agorian A glares at Jimin. “I missed the slurp because of you.”

“Slurp?” Jimin questions. Without a word, they unlock the door for Jimin to enter, and he sees you on kneeling on the floor with a mouthful of Jungkook’s dick.

The younger man’s attention is entirely focused on you, but you manage to make a sideways eye-contact with Jimin.

“Shut the door,” Jimin orders, glaring at the guards.

Jungkook gasps when he hears Jimin’s voice, but you pull him back to concentrate on you when you pull away to suck at the tip of his penis.

“Jungkook was really good today,” you laugh, laving your tongue against the underside of his cock. “He beat V.”

“So I heard,” Jimin replies, taking a seat on a bench and staring at the image in front of him. “Just to clarify, you texted me so that I could watch you suck his dick, correct?”

“Correct,” you answer.

“Correct? What the fuck?” Jungkook moans. You suck him in deep and let him hit the back of your throat. And just to add a little spice, you fake a gag. “Fuck!”

You make him cum in about sixty seconds.

(Later: “What do you mean you’re staying in Abraxas-X?” Yoongi hisses over speaker. He calms down only marginally after Jungkook tell him he just wired him money for the mobile airship. That wasn’t even the point? This Kid!)

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