#but I had to this is the best shading I've done in my life somehow

[beebfreeb]

Who gives a darn.

[kiss-inthekitchen]

same sky | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot

word count: 2k

notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter

“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him. 

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.  

“Is everyone else asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”

“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone. 

“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet. 

“How come you’re still up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”

“Looking up at the stars.”

“You know, you won’t be able to see me up here.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”

“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum. 

His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”

For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.

“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?” 

“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.

“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.

“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”

“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”

“Less murder now.” 

“Yeah.” 

His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do. 

You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”

“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics. 

“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice. 

“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”

“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”

You laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”

“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”

“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.” 

“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.” 

“But I think I should be right more often than that.” 

“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock. 

“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.” 

“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?” 

“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?” 

“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.” 

You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while. 

“Spence?” 

“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”

“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door. 

“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.” 

“I’m already inside with the door locked.” 

“Man, I’m good.” 

“Mmhm.”

“Going to bed?”

“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already. 

“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.” 

“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.” 

“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.” 

“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice. 

“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic. 

Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does. 

“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster. 

“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.” 

You laugh. “For the whole day?” 

“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.” 

“Okay, rest day all day.” 

“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.” 

“Maybe the floor.” 

“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?” 

“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.” 

“Say no more.” 

You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.” 

“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.” 

“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?” 

“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.” 

“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”

“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.” 

“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke. 

“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.” 

“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?” 

“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.” 

“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.” 

“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates. 

You let out a little gremlin laugh. 

“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone. 

“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’. 

“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs. 

“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.” 

“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’” 

“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.” 

“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part. 

“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.” 

“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.” 

“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.” 

He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.” 

“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?” 

“I’m going to hold you to that.” 

The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird. 

You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him. 

“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice. 

You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh. 

Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it. 

“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes. 

“More like three now.”

“We made time go faster.” 

“We did.” 

“Will you try to get some sleep?”

“Fine. Only because you asked.”

You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy. 

Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him. 

You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters. 

“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon. 

[osachiyo]

EXTRA CREDIT *ੈ✩‧₊˚ | wriothesley

You knocked on the office door once, twice, a third time before you heard a brief 'come in!' You entered the room, trying your best to keep a straight face. Wriothesley was your history professor. He definitely wasn't bad bad, but not the most friendly man you've encountered. Though you had to admit, he was quite handsome− "ah, yes. I've been expecting you. have a seat," Wriothesley's deep voice pulled you out of the trance you were in. "a-ah! yes..sorry, I got a little..distracted," you chuckle awkwardly before taking a seat across the sleek black table. "so, um..I just wanted to talk about the C I got in the last history test?" He nods, urging you to speak further. "I know you said I won't be able to pass this class if I didn't at least get an A on my last test..so I wanted to ask if I could somehow earn some extra credits?" He sighed, cheek resting on his palm as he eyed you like a hawk. "extra credits, you say?" You nod, nervous to what he was going to say, you could not afford to fail this− "sure, I think you could do something for those extra credits."

Fat tears were dripping down your pretty face, mouth and throat stuffed with your professors unbelievably thick cock. Your makeup was running down in streaks down your face, that cute shade of pink lipgloss your wore this morning now staining his cock. He had your hair up in a makeshift ponytail− gripping the roots tight enough to leave a slight sting that makes you dizzy. "suuch a good fuckin' girl, yeah? you like havin' your professor's dick ruining that pretty little throat of yours?" he groaned, forcibly pulling your mouth off his dick before slapping it against your cheek, snickering at the way you hump against his shoe for some kind of relief on that poor, aching pussy.

He barely gave you time to catch a breath before slamming himself down your throat once again, making you gag around the thick shaft, your prettily done nails digging and scratching his muscular thighs but to no avail. He merely ground his shoe further onto your cunt, making your eyes go unfocused. "didn't even touch you and you're already so fuckin' wet?" he spits, hissing when you swallow around him, holy shit you were good at this. "ya sure you want the credits or just wanted to get dicked down by your professor?" he laughs before growling, thrusting into your mouth wildly. You tried your best not to use teeth or pass out from the lack of oxygen, but it felt so fucking good. "pretty pussy's droolin' all over my shoes...should I make you lick it clean after?" he scoffs, but you know he loved it.

It wasn't long before he came down your little throat with a guttural noise, head thrown back on his chair as his hips twitched. He looked down at you, cock still in your mouth as his release dripped down your chin. He clicked his tongue, panting as he pulled out of your mouth, "don't swallow. not yet, show me," his voice was strict, like time times he'd give lectures in class. You gathered most of his cum on your tongue before opening your mouth, showing off the white on your tongue proudly. He could feel his cock twitch back to life. Smiling, he patted your hair down, "good girl, swallow." You happily obliged, it was slightly bitter but not bad.

You were about to leave after fixing yourself when− "I'll be expecting you in my office much more often."

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated ♡

[ian-loves-fanfiction]

Well

I finally finished I See You, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish

Slight spoily warning!

It is 1:14 in the morning as I write this (editing about a day later) and I have my first day of my senior year of high school tomorrow, but I just had to get all of my thoughts out while they were fresh.

I have never, never hyperfixated on a fanfic so hard. I've never read 400k+ words of a single fic in under a week. Somehow I managed to do that and have time to draw fanart (something I'm pretty sure I've only done once before for a fic, actually) and do my irl life shit.

How, you may ask? By continuously staying up into the wee hours of the morning :D (like 4-6am type shit, don't recommend it even if I think it was personally worth it).

I think I was so hyperfixated on the fic that I honestly didn't absorb the emotions like I should have? I felt things, surprise, excitement, a Sense of Impending Doom (/hj), but I don't think I really felt them.

I was probably a little more dissociated while reading than I usually am lol. I was so absorbed that some things barely registered. I am 100% going to have to re-read everything.

At one point I worried the fic wouldn't have a happy ending. Doesn't have the "angst with a happy ending" tag afaik and it got much worse before it got better. Saw a comment on one of the end notes and was reassured thankfully TvT. I'm very happy everyone is ok.

Love how the after ending note basically boiled down to "everyone is fine and Felix finally got some sleep" lol.

This fic was just. So good. Riley is such a dynamic character, so awesome and so cool. I really want to headcanon them as autistic (some of their behaviors just. They just. It's hard to explain, but if you're autistic too I bet you probably felt it, just a lil. They got the vibes /hj) but I know some authors can be kinda iffy about people headcanoning their OCs (which I get).

It was really cool to see an honest to goodness nonbinary character, a full character and not a self insert or y/n (no shade, I love y/n stories too). It was just cool to see a complete OC, and I love that it was all platonic, even if Sundrop did catch a little bit of feelings.

Honestly I relate so much to that, as someone who gains and loses crushes pretty fast. I'm happy it stayed platonic though and Sunny wasn't hurt or stuck pining or something silly. Plus his absolute embarrassment and mortification at his slip up was pretty funny. Might try to draw it, if I have any left over motivation (the bottom of this post sure is interesting hint hint).

Update as I'm editing this about a day later: I can't stop thinking about this fic. It was just so good! I already want to re-read it but I know I should give it at least a little time so I don't burn myself out. This fic was probably the best story I've ever read. Period. Even better than the published books I've read.

Honestly without spoiling any more than I already have, read it. If you like the DCA, read it. If you like cool nonbinary characters and great platonic relationships, read it. If you like a plot that sneaks up on you before hitting you in the feels like a truck, read. It. Do it. It's sososo worth it, I promise you.

If anyone has some good fics to read (completed preferred but actively updated ones work too) PLEASE FEED ME. Now that I'm done with ISYS I am desperate for more DCA fics. I've read so many and I n e e d m o r e.

Bonus fanart to celebrate my completion I guess(?), embarrassed Sun boy!

I guess I just really like drawing embarrassed boyos. Sorry if it looks weird, I've never drawn a pose like this before :P

Shira if you're reading this, thank you. Your fic was just fantastic. Also thank you for helping me get out of my art block! I had it for the whole month of ArtFight (sadge) but I'm so happy to have some motivation again. Thank you.

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 23 / 31 * NOSTALGIA 」

December 7, 1985

❝Can you believe it's been twenty-seven years already since we got married, George?❞ Lorraine says, smiling as George wraps his arms around her from behind. He leans in and whispers something in her ear that paints her face a bright shade of red and has her giggling like a schoolgirl. Lorraine swats at George's hand half-heartedly, but her eyes are twinkling with the knowledge passed between them in their silent conversation.

Marty quickly looks away from his parents to look at Dave, at Linda, at the faint coffee stain on the couch—anywhere but there. Linda rolls her eyes, shrugs at Marty, and leans in toward her little brother to whisper, ❝You and Jennifer better not be this bad when you get to be Mom and Dad's age.❞

❝How time flies,❞ George says wistfully, ❝but these have been the best years of my life. I married the woman of my dreams, I have my family... You know, I was actually looking through some of our old stuff and you'll never guess what I found tossed in with the photo albums—our old yearbooks!❞

❝Our yearbooks? Oh, I haven't thought about those things in years.❞ Lorraine sighs, leaning back into George. ❝Speaking of high school, George, you remember Calvin?❞

Marty snaps straight to attention as Lorraine makes a noise he can't quite place. At his sides, Linda and Dave both groan in preparation for a story they've heard so many times they could recite it verbatim.

A lump the size of a baseball forms in Marty's throat and he feels the tension mounting in his shoulders as he pulls them tighter, willing to the powers-that-be that his parents change the topic or the power goes out. The lights don't even flicker and his silent pleas once again go unanswered.

He grabs his soda from the table.

❝Calvin. Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. I wonder what happened to him. He disappeared after the dance; didn't his uncle say he went back to New York?❞

They talked to Doc? Marty chokes on his drink and Linda whips her head around, her face scrunched up in a mix of concern and annoyance. ❝You forget how to drink?❞ He waves a hand at the four pairs of eyes now trained on him to say I'm fine, ignore me. Dave pats him gently on the knee.

❝He must have been one of the strangest people I ever met,❞ George continues, humming softly. ❝Always saying weird things, didn't quite fit in—❞

❝But he was so handsome,❞ Lorraine muses, and Marty feels his stomach flip. This is all still too fresh in his mind for them to be talking about this and he fights the urge to cover his mouth when he starts feeling nauseous for fear that they'll somehow put two-and-two together.

Dave's brows furrows as he asks if Marty's feeling alright and he diverts the question with a hurried nod.

❝Mm, he was an attractive guy, wasn't he?❞ Marty's eyes widen as the realisation sets in.

❝I'll never forget his advice to me: you can accomplish anything if you put your mind to it. It's what I've been teaching you kids since you were little. It's all because of him I had the courage to stand up to Biff that night.❞

Lorraine smiles. ❝You were amazing, George. It was the most heroic thing anyone had ever done for me.❞

Linda groans. ❝We know, Mom, we know. And then Calvin Klein played at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance where you kissed for the first time and fell madly in love, Dad became super popular at school and became class president, and you lived happily ever after.❞

❝Why don't I go grab one of them? I think there's even a picture or two of Calvin in there. Have we ever shown you those photos, kids?❞

Marty shoots up off the couch like a rocket as his heart slams into his ribcage. ❝Shit, uh, I just remembered I was supposed to help Doc with something; I gotta go!❞

[notmoreflippingelves]

Elena of Avalor 3 and 13

and if it’s ok (if not you don’t have to answer) I have my own question. What is your favorite Elena and Esteban moment together?

3. Favourite OTP scene?

*Nervous Laughter.* Ummm...I really really like the scene that visually and thematically referenced a key moment from Beauty and the Beast (1991). And that's all I'm gonna say on that. If you know, you know.

13. Favorite quote from the series?

"We may not be able to change the past, but if we change ourselves, we have the power to change the future."

^Not really sure if this actually my favorite quote or just the one that is hitting hardest for me now. Because I just watched THAT scene from "Coronation Day" multiple times in a row and they're hitting me with all the feels right now.

Bonus: What is your favorite Elena and Esteban moment together?

Esteban's heroic sacrifice and Elena's restoring him to life with the power of Forgiveness™. The music, the writing, the voice acting, the animation (especially the animation tbh)--just everything about that sequence is *chef's kiss.*

The fact that Esteban's just chilling on the throne, but can somehow sense Elena's thwarted "blaze" spell (crystal well psychic link?) and teleports to the balcony to investigate. The fear on his face turning toward resolve just before he slams his staff to the ground to teleport in front of the grain of sand. The apology he just barely gets out before he runs out of time. The fact that the last thing he does before turning to stone is to reach out to her.

The way it takes her a moment to realize what's happening and her face cycles between confusion, horror, and finally sorrow. The way she cradles his stone face in her hands as a single tear falls slowly down her face. The quiet "I forgive you" accompanied by her curling into him and trying as best she can to embrace him.

The silver-white sparkles gradually surrounding her, transforming her dress (unrelated but white is also a very very pretty color on her in general and even prettier in this context given both the lighting and the emotional resonance). And her emotion magic spreads out and starts disintegrating the stone tablet. The way her eyes widen when she realizes that he's not gone; that her magic has saved him--just as his magic saved her.

The fact that when he emerges from his stone prison, he stumbles and ends up on his knees -just as he's fallen countless times (metaphorically and sometimes literally) over the past 45 years. Only this time she is there with hands reaching out to help him to his feet.

"Forgiveness, it's more powerful than anything I've ever felt."

Elena's emotion magic rippling out and restoring not just Esteban but everyone who has been impacted by the Shades' magic. The gray skies suddenly being replaced by bright sunlight.

Esteban grabbing Elena's scepter and being ready to throw it to her, only to have it start glowing in his hand. Elena giving him permission to use it. Esteban casting "blaze"--the first spell that Elena cast with it and the very spell she used to defeat Shuriki once and for all--to shatter Cahu's hourglass and metaphorically free himself from the Time that had trapped him for over four decades.

Elena reaching for Esteban's staff--ready to borrow his power as he had just borrowed hers in order to drag Cahu to the Spirit World. Him cautioning her not to use the scepter, because he knows its limits. The two of them agreeing to try using their powers together.

Elena literally saying "Your time is up," because even at a moment this important, she can't resist making a pun. The matching little chaotic gremlin faces just before Elena and Esteban use the staff + scepter combo and disappear off the Spirit World with Cahu.

(It was at this moment that Cahu knew she was truly, irrevocably fucked.)

Elena's test having been Esteban all all along. Esteban promising to spend the rest of his life making up for what he has done. Esteban finally handing the scepter back to Elena, only to have her jump on him and wrap her arms around him. The HUG.

Esteban finally standing back where he belongs with his family and their friends. Isa is right in front of him and we see Francisco put a hand around his grandson's shoulder as the scene fades to black.

It's all just...

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

(I want to say that I have no idea how to start a rant lmao)

I absolutely adore the idea of Rex Lapis just using his tail as a seat because sitting on the ground is for peasants- it's so funny yet fitting. And him being under 6 chains from how strong he is, is actually kind of hilarious lolol. His reaction to Gui made me very soft, it was also a little sad. The multiple info dumps from him hurt my brain, I do not have enough brain cells for this lmao. OH AND REX LAPIS HUGGING GUI UGH MY HEART

I really like the idea of Ajax being a descendent of both the Volchiy and the Zvezdochoty, it makes his ease with controlling hydro a lot more understandable and does clear up some details about Ajax. Now that I think about it- I remember that Nadya had hiden the fox trio in the forest, who says that she hadn't done the same in the original timeline and that Ajax' ancestors are one of those three? It would be really interesting and weird lolol.

Aspasia becoming the navigator after Basil dies somehow makes a lot of sense in my head, she just... fits the role? It also makes sense that Sophron would join the mutiny in the original timeline since, from what I understood, it was after(?) the split so Sophron, seeing how they were already thinking that mutiny was probs a good idea in the past celestia when Ajax got there, must've been tired of dealing with everything after the archon war, the cataclysm and then the split. So them joining Basil makes a lot of sense same with Pheynix who, if I recall properly, was on friendlier terms with Vinea then the other shades(I think? It's been a bit since I read that chapter where the two are introduced).

The interaction between older Skirk and Ajax at the start of chapter 48 just killed me, it was so funny seeing Ajax being completely oblivious to his injuries and Skirk just wrestling him into getting healed. And just him being like "Oh hey I got lightning scars on my arms, guess that explains the tingly feeling" like it's nothing-

The other Harbingers just being speechless and confused the entire chapter was so fitting. Morax and Ajax arguing was also just perfect, having Ajax trying so hard to make the things he did look less big then they are and Morax just completely shutting him down- And that part where Morax is like "Who's the martial god, huh? Who is it, God of Annihilation?" like plssss Morax is so sassy I love it.

Morax comparing himself to Rex Lapis just- ugh my little heart can be heard breaking. Don't worry, you'll get there honey-

ok. I think I said all I wanted to say... at least I can't think of anything else off the top of my head...

anyways thanks again for another celestial chapter! It was wonderful! Like always!

Oh and this might just be my personnal opinion but don't worry about the chapter lenght, I don't mind it being, like you said, "stupidly beastly" I actually love it like that, but I don't mind shorter chapters either! Don't force yourself to make longer chapters just for me haha

Anyways, have a great time, thanks again!

-Love, Nera, the 6reeze enthousiast <3

my average chapter lenght is like between 6k and 8k so whenever it exceeds that i'm just like- well i guess this is it hahah;;

the mutiny in the original timeline did come after the split, and yeah, pheynix is by far the shade on 'best terms' w celestia (mostly sophorn and the non-combatants) since she's the gentlest. i don't think i've put this anywhere in the fic yet and i don't think it's a spoiler so here, exclusive tumblr early access content (?): skirk is the god of death and istaroth is the god of time, so by that rule the other two are also gods of important things. i decided at the very start that andromache would be the god of justice (maybe a very specific justice so that it doesn't clash w focalors, just like how skirk is the god of death in battle/god of the slaughtered while istaroth is the god of time but as in moments/kairos), and pheynix would be the god of life (again, something more specific. idk, like- the kind of gentle hopeful life that's like those images of little growing plants in a field of nothing but ashes). that's why she's in charge of the garden, as sophron said; the inteyvat isn't strictly alive but it's the best they could give her to look after since they already had dendro gods in charge of the actual greenery of the island.

oop accidentaly infodumped there- it's the zhongli pfp curse. anyway, all that to say that you're spot on; everything that happened in the og timeline that hasn't yet happened (and won't) in the 'new' timeline kinda built up the idea of mutiny more and more. and so when the split happened, by far the most drastic and shocking event so far, and then asmoday and zagan decided to thanos snap the remaining population in a tantrum, sophron and pheynix n everyone else said "ok yeah fuck this we ball"

anyway uhhhh- thank you;;; <3 <3 <3 <3

[the-eclectic-fox]

Comic Con Eve

I used to have a blog where I talked about art stuff and life stuff. I closed it down cause no one was visiting it, but I kind of miss doing work recaps and just having a place for all my word vomit.

I'm a very angry and tired person today. I'm super warm, but my hands are like ice, yet somehow also clammy. And clammy hands drive me mental so I'm constantly washing my hands and wiping my hands (which is awesome when you're covered in cat hair). So this should go well.

Today is set-up for Comic Con, and set up days are ALWAYS a nightmare (only comparable to tear-downs). Trying to get into the building, getting everything off the truck, FINDING a cart, getting our passes (they screw this part up every year for me), finding our table (also, screwed up every year), and finally getting everything set up.

Then my friend and her dad will be staying with us for the weekend (she volunteers for me, he volunteers for the doctor who society), and I love them dearly, but you can't have any kind of schedule or plan with him around.

Then, my body decided after 2.5 hours of sleep that it was ready to get up. So I've been up since 2am. And starting at 9:45am were the phone calls. Literally between 9:45am and 2:30pm I've had NINE PHONE CALLS, and I'm waiting on MORE! I have crippling anxiety, if my phone rings when I'm not expecting it - it causes a panic attack and sometimes impromptu vomiting. Mental health issues are great.

GI flare started yesterday, plus I have a super weak cold but having the two at the same time is mildly terrifying. If I sneeze or cough at the wrong time I am ruining EVERYONE'S day. But the funny (and sad) thing about it was I've been doing SO good with my diet, I haven't had attacks in months! Then, this week between con prep, house prep, and being sick ...this dumb-ass forgot to eat ...for 5 days. I last ate Sunday ...and it's Friday afternoon and I still haven't eaten anything. I am surviving solely on Tea caffeine (I'm not a coffee drinker) and spite. So the attack was my own stupidity. Sigh. Will I get the chance to eat tonight? Who the hell knows! Yay con! (This is why vendors always look frazzled - I'm not the only one with horror stories about prep)

Comic con fuck-up aside, I got bumped up to the vendor area in the Featured Artist wall! Instead of the tiny room no one can ever find where they stuff all the artists. So I have hope this year! I also have tons of new stuff, and did a complete overhaul to my prints.

This year I will still have prints, only limited to 5 of each and once sold out they're done! But I will also have lanyards, key chains, bookmarks, stickers, cups, shirts, tank tops, and hats. I'm super excited for the lanyards and key chains since this is the first time I've ever made them!

Highlight of it all? I get to see my best friend, my nails are a bangin' shade of orange, and after con starts HUNTING SEASON! I have three of them this year! And also in 2 weeks I will see my parents cause we are taking the last two days of bird camp to hunt birds on my parents property with my dad. Always a highlight of comic con.

[raedear]

Been thinking about 12 on the Shake Things Up prompts. I cannot personally plot/write modern au romcom misunderstandings but you are amazing at them. 👀 thats it thats the ask 🧡

12 - 'oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and i heard you-- nevermind.'

'You're singing,' says a voice from somewhere behind Joe in the tiny staff kitchen, and Joe jumps what feels like a solid three feet in the air.

'Sorry,' says the voice again, audibly, and when Joe turns to face it, visibly cringing too.

Nicky di Genova from the international cooperation unit stands in the doorway and looks at Joe with an expression of such acute embarrassment that Joe feels the insane urge to apologise to him, even though Joe is very much the wronged party here.

'I'm sorry?' he says instead, splitting the difference and reaching for polite, if wary, confusion.

Nicky looks, it's at all possible, somehow more embarrassed.

'I... heard you singing from the hallway,' he mutters eventually, looking down at his hands. He's clutching a worn-looking mug that might have something written on it, but Joe can't see past Nicky's broad knuckles. 'You-I noticed--you haven't done that in a while. It was nice to hear. I apologise for scaring you.'

'You noticed I...?' Joe is trying very, very hard not to gape at Nicky. To the best of his knowledge no one in the building had ever noticed him at all, let alone noticed that he occasionally likes to sing to himself while he makes his morning coffee.

Nicky shrugs and steps more fully into the kitchen, letting the heavy fire-door swing shut behind him. The room is small, but they fit in it comfortably enough together.

'I think, maybe,' Nicky says, slowly, like he's feeling the thought out. 'You sing when you are happy, perhaps? I have... I've noticed you have not seemed very happy recently. It's nice to see you with a smile on your face again.'

Helplessly, Joe smiles at Nicky. How can he not? But at the same time, a little kernel of pain makes itself known in his chest. Why now? Why not last week? Or last month? Or six months ago? Why now has someone, anyone, decided to reach out to him?'

'I am happy,' Joe says, instead of anything else. 'I... I handed my notice in today. I'm leaving. I'm very, very happy.'

Nicky's expressions are subtle, which is amazing really given how unsubtle his facial features are, but Joe can see something very like distress leech in around his eyes, and the corners of his lips.

'You're leaving?' It's there in his voice too. Nicky sounds a shade away from distraught.

'I am.'

Nicky bites at his lip, toys with his mug, stares at Joe and Joe? Joe is deeply confused. He's never had anything more than a passing hello from Nicky when they've crossed paths in the lifts, and here he is looking like Joe's broken his heart.

'This is--this is not how I wanted to do this,' Nicky mutters, quick and almost like Joe isn't meant to hear it.

'Nicky?'

'Joe-,' Nicky says, at the same time, and then stops to see if Joe has more to say.

He doesn't. Joe blinks at Nicky, and in a very distant fashion hears the coffee machine start to bubble at last.

'Joe,' Nicky starts again, setting his mug down on the tiny table. 'I wanted to--it doesn't matter. Would you perhaps like to have dinner with me some time? Or, or coffee, maybe?'

Joe reaches for the counter behind him in surprise.

'Really?' He's not opposed. Not even a little. It's just. Surprising.

Nicky nods with all the seriousness of a general facing his army.

'Why now?'

A crack in Nicky's composure; a hint of that embarrassment comes flooding back in.

'My friends say I take too long to reach for what I want,' Nicky says, quietly, eyes fixed somewhere in the region of Joe's collarbone. 'I think perhaps they are right, if I waited so long you almost left my life altogether.'

'And you wanted me?' Joe asks, stepping closer. Nicky looks up to meet his eyes, and Joe starts to smile at the quiet hope on his actually very expressive face.

'I do,' Nicky says, immediately, without hesitation.

'Alright then,' says Joe, taking Nicky's hand. 'I'd love to get dinner with you.'

[partywithgyu]

TXT REACTION.

S/O seeing a future with them.

Choi Yeonjun. 

 The wedding was a disaster. It wasn't your wedding, luckily. You and Yeonjun were two of the many guests taking shelter in a surfboard store. It was the only store open on this day. The owner was a saving grace, some would say. A beach wedding was ruined by unexpected rain. The heavy rain left you soaking wet. 

Yeonjun wrapped his hand around you as you stood there, in an overcrowded room. "Are you cold? Should we head home?," he whispered in your ear. You looked at him and shrugged. You wanted to go home but it would be rude. You turned your head to see the bridesmaids stressing over the happenings. You sighed. "Don't worry. I am fine, love. Let's stay." 

Then, your attention was caught by one of the bridesmaids screaming about how none of the guests were helping her. The crowd started chattering, trying to look for solutions. The whole situation was frustrating to witness. "What should we do?," asked Yeonjun softly. "I don't know. All I know is that we will definitely not have an outdoor wedding." 

 Your eyes wandered around the room as you tried to make sense of what was going on in the room and then they landed on Yeonjun. He was smiling. The apple of his cheeks, tinted pink, as his eyes looked at you with sparkles in them. Just seeing his face like that made you smile. "What?" "You want us to get married?," he asked you. You did. You always imagined yourself married to him in the future. "Yes. I actually see a future with you." 

Your words made his heart melt. He had been dreaming of a future with you too. He was just too scared to confess it. He was afraid that you didn't do the same. But now he knew. He felt joy. He linked his fingers with yours, raising your palm to place a kiss on them. He could feel tears brim his eyes. Somehow, all the chaos had tuned out. "Let's get married someday, love. In an indoor venue of course." 

Choi Soobin. 

Soobin is a kind hearted man. He always believed in supporting good causes. He'd shop for products from charities that would help stray cats, he would support local animal shelters and do his fair share of good deeds. 

This time during the holiday you two found yourselves heading to an orphanage with your friends. From wholesale stores, you all had bought a lot of snacks and drinks for the kids. Even cartons of fruits, you had bought. All of it only made the kids happy. The both of you felt nice on seeing the kids' reactions. When he returned back to the room, after having a small conversation with the incharge, he watched you interact with the kids. They surrounded you to know more about you. They wanted to make friends with the kind person who got them presents. 

He felt glad that he had found someone so caring. You felt connected to the kids after a while of playing silly games with them. Then it was time to leave. He could tell you felt a little emotional. So, as you two walked out of the building, he held your hand. "Let's get them more goodies soon," he said to you. You smiled at him. "Yeah. Also, spend time with them. I've always wondered what life must be like for them. They deserve love," you went on. "Can our first child be adopted?" 

"You want to raise a kid with me?," he asked you softly. His lips curved into a smile. "I hope you don't feel uncomfortable but I see a future with you," you confessed. The two of you stood before the car. He took your other hand in his. You could see his dimples as he smiled. He was so happy you wanted to have a future with him. He adored everything about you. He loved you so much that he found himself dreaming of you two getting married and growing old together quite often. "I want to spend my life with you," he said to you before placing a kiss on your cheek. On the cheeks just in case any of those kids were watching from the window. 

Choi Beomgyu. 

You had been in pain all day. It was that time of month and the cramps were not kind at all. Kind was your boyfriend Beomgyu who ordered you your favorite meal without you even having to ask. He had been very caring. When the meal was done, you plopped on the couch, next to him. "I feel exhausted," you said as you rested your head on his shoulder. "You look tired," he said. "What's that supposed to mean?" "No. No. You look beautiful but tired." You just smirked at his explanation for your playful scolding. Scrolling through the channel you two came across Friends. Beomgyu had been into the show recently. So, he kept it on. 

Watching Rachel give birth, only made you gulp. It was just a show, you knew. It was the thought of how painful birthing a child would be. You had heard a lot about it, of course. "Wow. Giving birth is so painful. How am I going to deal with that? Sweetie, you better be prepared to take good care of me." Beomgyu smiled at the thought of you being pregnant with his child. He felt happiness rush through his veins at the thought of that. "I will take good care of you, I promise." 

  Hearing his sincere promise made you feel warm. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he started gushing. "I will be the best husband. I will take very good care of you all the time. I will love you so much. We will go on so many vacations. We should go to all the Disneyland in the world. Maybe, after we have a baby. The baby will be mad that parents went to Disneyland without the baby." 

You chuckled. "I look forward to spending the future with you," you confessed. Wrapping his arm around you, he leaned closer to you. His eyes observed your lovely face. It was the face of comfort, love to him. You were his love. "I love you so much." 

Kang Taehyun. 

You were drunk. Taehyun found your drunk self rather amusing. He loved watching you act so innocently silly. He would often ask you if you want to have a home karaoke party with him. The two of you would sing his songs. He enjoyed watching you be so emotional as you sang wrong, often funny, lyrics. 

On this day, you did the same. You decided to sing his songs as he cheered for you from the bed. He found it hilarious when you messed up the lyrics, forgot most of it even and resorted to sing the word 'meow' over and over. You climbed over the bed, crawling to him. You grinned as you sat next to the laughing man. "Did I make you laugh?" 

"Yes baby. You were so off beat." He loved watching you take pride in the fact that you were the reason behind the laugh. "I love watching you smile," you informed him, looking up at his face with sparkling eyes. "Why?" "Because I love you." Your arms wrapped around his abdomen as your cheeks pressed against his chest. "You do?," he asked as if you two didn't tell each other that often. He just loved watching you get all defensive about it. 

A small yawn escaped your mouth. You shut your eyes, ready to fall asleep. " Stop. You know it. I want to spend my life with you." Warmth collected on his cheeks. Wrapping his arms around your sleepy self, he felt truly lucky to have found your love. "Darling," he called softly, moving the hair covering your face. "Hm?" Your eyes were shut but you were listening. "I want to spend my life with you too. I love you a lot." He watched the ends of your lips curve into a smile as you buried your face in his chest. 

Huening Kai. 

On this day, Kai had accompanied you to your nail salon. He wanted to treat you. Also, he was a little curious about how the fancy nail art was done. The salon lady, who you were familiar with by now was happy to finally get to meet your boyfriend you'd mention often. Everytime you did, there would be softness in your tone and a smile on your face. 

"You know," she said, stealing both your attention from the decorated nails in the machine. "the two of you make a lovely couple," she added. Kai and you shared a glance before smiling at each other then the lady. "Thank you." "I mean it. She always smiles when she talks about you. Now I know why. You two have good chemistry. It's precious." 

The kind comments only left you two blushing even after you left the salon. "We have good chemistry," said Kai softly as the two of you sat in the car. "I mean you did pick my favorite shade," you said as you showed him your nails. He smiled to himself, his cheeks turning pink. 

"Why are you blushing so much?," you pointed out in a surprised tone. "What? No. You're the one blushing," he retorted. "No. Aww! Kai is feeling shy." He couldn't exactly deny the fact so he struggled to come up with anything. You laughed at the way his eyes wandered around in panic. "You're acting like we haven't been dating for a long time now." 

  "Not my fault. I really love you a lot." His smiling face turned to you. "I know you do. But do you know that I actually see myself spending my life with you?" The confession caught him off guard as his mouth opened a little, in surprise. "You do?" 

  You felt nervous and began wondering if you had just ruined the relationship. Perhaps, it was too early to tell him that. Worse, he didn't really want that. Anxious thoughts rushed through your head. They were all pushed aside as a big grin appeared on his face. "Glad to know I am not the only one. I've never told you this. I really hope we get married someday." 

He made a bold confession. He felt relieved to know that the relationship was just as serious as he thought it to be. Knowing that both of you wanted the same thing was comforting for him. After all, you both loved each other. "So glad I can dream of a future with you." 

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[mooniefics]

— a life in your shape

pairing : jean kirschtein / reader

word count : 2.5k

tags : unrequited love, pining, near death experience, confession of love, hurt no comfort lol

warnings : canon-typical violence, descriptions of injury to the reader

summary : you've always wanted it, always pictured it, always ached for it. you loved when jean looked you way. all you'd ever wanted was a life with him, not just a life in his shape.

— originally posted 1 / 22 / 21 on ao3 —

the mess hall was buzzing with life, rowdy with the chatter of dozens of cadets seated at long tables and speaking through swallows of their food. glasses were lifted and set down, bowls and plates clinking, utensils scraping sharply over various surfaces, nearly so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. but it all seemed to come to an abrupt silence when you settled your eyes back on him, taking in his formerly pale complexion now bronzy and sun-kissed from your hours of training, the annoyed yet playful glances he shot to connie and sasha as he worked through his soup and bread, full lips forming words that you couldn’t quite focus.

you were almost embarrassed of how smitten you were with jean, but in your mind, you couldn't understand how anyone wouldn't be taken with him. his thin frame had filled out with lean muscle in the year and a half that you'd been training together in the 104th corp, somehow managing to grow even taller than he already was on that first day, still so spirited with his persistence to be among the best of this class, a lively spark that never seemed to dampen gleaming behind his eyes.

"oh god, this again, jean?" you heard connie bemoan exaggeratedly, pulling you from the trance that you were surprised the other three at the table hadn't taken notice of.

jean was almost pouting now, and you would've found it so endearing had it not been the next words to spill from his mouth, indignant and full of tenacity. "don't be an ass, i've been trying to figure out a good excuse to sit with her for days now."

you followed his gaze despite knowing exactly who you'd find his eyes locked on, and forced yourself not to frown when you were met with the sight of mikasa just a few tables away.

"she's out of your league, man. not to mention having a thing for jaeger already, and not to mention that jaeger wouldn't hesitate to hand your ass to you again if you pissed him off like you always do. cut it out."

"connie, that's mean!" sasha feigned offense on jean's behalf, most likely for the sake of goading the reply that came as a distraction to snatch the remainder of bread from his plate.

"i'm just being honest with him here. he's asking for advice, so i gave him some. jean always talks about being realist and yet he— hey is that my food?!"

you turned away just as connie was lunging himself across the table, hearing the sounds of his fruitless efforts to tear the loaf from the girl's mouth, propping yourself up on your elbows and allowing your head to fall into your hands with a heavy sigh.

"what do you think?" in an instant, jean's eyes were on you, amber irises looking so intently at you that you could already feel a bothersome heat flushing your face. but registering his question sobered you, and stealing a glance at the beautiful dark-haired girl seated somewhere to your left was all in took to snuff out the light flutter in your chest.

"i don't know, jean. i think connie's kind of right about the whole eren thing." you were honest with him on a surface level, but it still didn't feel good to see him frown when you told him something he obviously didn't want to hear. you tried to remedy it by offering something more introspective—something a bit more true to your heart. "what i mean is that.. i think you're selling yourself short. mikasa obviously has her sights set elsewhere at the moment, and i just think you deserve someone who can bring the same sort of.." you struggled with your words for a moment, how could you not when he was leaning forward like that, listening so intently to you and you alone. "the same sort of passion. someone who can reciprocate." someone like me. but you bit those foolish words back.

"you understand, don't you?" he implored, looking past the bickering mess that sasha and connie had devolved to and gazing with such longing in the other girl's direction, "i mean.. i've never seen anyone like her, no one as beautiful.." each word gouged at your heart, a cold, empty sensation that left your chest feeling painfully hollow. "i know you're a girl, but you can see it too, right?"

you could see it, you were painfully aware of how you could never match up to her unfamiliar yet alluring features, that graceful, slender frame that could somehow soar through the air with ease and still thrown you down onto your back so hard it would knock the wind out of you, introversion that gave off such a charming air of mystery to her admirers.

"yeah," you mumbled back, ignoring how a huffing connie fell heavily back into his seat beside jean, defeated, sasha happily gulping down her unfairly earned chunk of bread, only taking notice of how jean was too fixated on mikasa to pay your dismay any mind, "i see it alright."

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the air was thick with an unrelenting heat, stinking of steam and coppery with fresh blood, your vision fading in and out. your head was ringing with a deafening, high pitched peal and such an unbearable, crippling pain. you could feel your boots dragging across the hot dry dirt as something tugged you back by the collar of your shirt, and the terror of a titan with its misshaped limbs and mouth hauling you to your demise made you thrash aimlessly, screams for help spilling out as a disjointed groan of pain. and though it almost sounded as if you were underwater, sinking further and further beneath the lapping waves of your impending unconscious, you heard it, muffled, desperate, thick with tears, your name spilling from his lips.

and suddenly you remembered, you remembered the kidnapping and the unfaithful comrades and the mission to save humanity's last hope, your former friend now an almost unrecognizable abomination with ymir, bertholdt, and eren sitting atop his shoulders, clasped in his monstrous hands, that had now resorted to flinging titans in his primal desperation for escape. and as you blinked away the spots blacking out your vision, head lolling uselessly to the side, you could see your horse, half crushed in a puddle of red on the yellow grass, and realized that the warmth streaming down the side of your face is your own blood.

"jean..?" you mumbled, uselessly, barely coherent, but the near sob of relief from behind you is like an anchor back to reality.

you could see his calves on either side of you, feet kicking up clouds of dust as he pushed you both back, further from the fray and carnage, as far as he could muster. one of your blade scabbards was missing, you could feel that the clip on your gas tank had snapped off in your spectacular fall caused by the titan that was flung down in your path, irreparable damage most likely made to the fine mechanisms within the housing of your gear. you felt utterly hopeless, watching as the shade of a tree just barely shielded you from the blazing light of the sinking sun, hearing jean's gasping pants from behind you, feeling how rapidly his chest was rising and falling against the back of your head as you slumped into his body, leaden limbs weighing you down uselessly.

"jean." you wheezed, trying desperately to crane your heavy head back to meet his eyes one last time, eyes that no longer harbored the naive passion of youth but still gleamed so radiantly, "leave me.. here. you're g'nna— gonna die.. if you stay..."

you could feel his violent trembles now, feel him rip his green cloak from his shoulder to press against the throbbing wound on your head. "no. i-i'm staying. i n-n-need," he was scared, you knew he was terrified of allowing what happened to marco to happen to you, or sasha, or connie, or anybody, even if the boy's death was nowhere near his fault, "i need to s-save you."

but you could also feel something else—feel it coming—the terrible, earth trembling footfalls of a titan making a shambling, uncoordinated advance to you and the scent of your blood. and suddenly jean was screaming, a sound so raw and petrified that you couldn't help but cry yourself at the sound of it. he laid you down on the ground, bunched cloak pillowing your bleeding skull, unable to push himself to his feet but still drawing his last blade to swing at the thing coming to kill you both, covering your battered body with his own.

and in that moment, you hated yourself. though your head was swimming and your lucidity was waning, you knew that you would both die there, under the baking sun and in the jaws of a titan, and it would be your fault. every regret that you'd ever harbored flooded your mind: not hugging your mother long enough when you still had the chance, not drinking that liquor when squad leader hange had offered it to you, and, most of all, never having the bravery to be honest with jean.

and you mourned all that lost time in those final moments, every late night you'd spent as trainees under the stars when you and your friends would sneak out of the dormitories to talk at some ungodly hour, every shared meal where you didn't speak nearly enough to him, every second of the crushing embraces you'd offered each other when the thought of your fallen friends caught up to you and proved to be far too much to handle on your own. how could you have done so much yet so little with your life?

and just as the titan was stumbling upon you, jean's scream of terror dampening out into a faithless cry, the thing was gone, galloping away to join a newly assembled horde descending upon one single point on the plain. but somehow, you felt no relief, not as you reached out a weak, trembled hand to grasp the blood and dirt streaked fabric of his shirt.

and as he turned to you, eyes still wide and body shaking with horror, thrumming with the adrenaline of near-death, you whispered, hoarse and tired as your grasp on the world slipped away. "i love you, jean. i love you."

your eyes fell shut, the involuntary spiral down further and further into the deep waters of unconsciousness pulling you in deeper and deeper by the second. you were grateful that you at least got to say something meaningful as your last words.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

there was a bright light, delicate, billowing fabric flouncing about in your bleary gaze as your eyes barely opened, something wrapped tight around your head, not making the pressure of the pounding headache any better. you couldn't fight the groan that even the small movement of turning onto your back caused, but you tried to force your lids open just an inch more at the sound of a gasp coming from somewhere in the room.

there were fast footsteps, a few shouts of "sasha, no!" and then a crushing weight on your chest, squeezing around you, pulling you up in bed as a tearful sob of your name came from a comfortingly familiar voice.

"sasha. please. h-hurts." you barely managed to croak out, feeling yourself been torn free—or rather, her  torn away—as connie yelled.

"get off them, you moron, they're fucking injured!!"

"i'm s-s-sorry!" she wailed, allowing herself to be dragged to the door by the disgruntled boy, "i'm j-just so happy you're s-s-still alive!!!"

"and i am too, but that doesn't mean i'm gonna go throw myself on top of them while they're in the hospital!"

their bickering was almost comforting in a way, allowing the strain in your chest from sasha's hug to ease as you watched them elbow each other in the sides on their way out of the room to take their loudness out into the hall, blowing raspberries and struggling to not laugh through their feigned anger. and finally your gaze was allowed to wander over to the furthest wall from your bed, and you saw jean, staring down at his shoes, brow furrowed and lip bitten. and he seemed almost startled to find yourself in his gaze, feet slowly taking him to your side.

"i owe you my life, you know?" you said as he settled himself on the edge of the mattress, still not meeting your gaze.

"you don't owe me anything. you shouldn't feel in debt to me."

"but i do," you risked to settle your hand over his, finally drawing his worried, amber eyes onto yours, and you could feel your heart beginning to pick up, the butterflies that you had always forced to settle with a pessimistic thought to squash your optimism light in your chest, "i meant what i said before i passed out in the field. i always have."

and for just a moment, you thought that this was finally it, that you would no longer have to languish over wasted time and wasted words, fingers just barely curling around his warm palm. then, a knock at the door, light and delicate before the handle turned, pushing open to reveal mikasa.

and you caught every small movement of jean's features, the way his eyes sparked with a familiar light, the sudden, faint flush of color across his slender face, lips parting and just barely perking up at the ends. an endless, unwavering adoration.

"eren is awake, if you'd like to talk to him." that was all she had peeked in to say, but jean was still gazing at the door for a moment too long after she'd left.

"u-um.. if you don't mind—"

"go ahead." you told him, gently, pulling your hand away, retreating as far as your body could into the mattress, under the covers, turning your gaze away.

and though he'd slowly, almost nervously exited your room, you could hear the clear pick-up in his pace as soon as he'd shut the door behind him and exited into the hall, probably rushing to try and catch mikasa for a moment alone in the hallway before he had to share her attention with everyone else.

and it hurt, like a blade buried between your ribs, being jerked and twisted with every memory of his affinity, the one that was never directed at you despite how you craved it. and you'd realized that you had melded a life in his shape, a life where you were always just a few steps too far behind, hand outstretched, reaching for him as you hurried to grasp at any minuscule opportunity to be with him, speak to him, hear his laugh and see his near blinding smiles that never seemed to last long enough to you.

but, perhaps one day, someday farther into the future. and if not then, maybe in another life.

[i-rosemarie]

Am I the only one who ship VampBite?

As in Reyna x Viper?

They don't have that many interaction, but from what I've scavenged, Reyna is the only who dares to tease Viper - The grumpy, anti-social scientist.

- "ah, Viper~ Must you always play with your food?"

The way Reyna said this line when Viper carried the team is so sensual, even more so when she flirts with Sage. And personally, I would like to think that under the dark mask, my Sabine is blushing.

It would be poetic, putting two dominant women together and watching them getting closer, then fall in love.

At first, they couldn't stand each other presence since Viper considered Reyna as a reckless bimbo who always charges headfirst into the battle and disobeys her orders. Viper didn't like how Reyna constantly teases her for being too uptight and Reyna couldn't help herself from trying to annoy the hell out of the grumpy, control freak scientist.

-> There's something about the other woman intrigued them. And they just couldn't deny the attraction. They was drawn to each other like a moth to the flame.

They have very different fighting styles, but somehow, Reyna always got Viper's back whenever she goes. Though they thought they hate each other, they still secretly love it when they got paired up together.

-> They feel safe when being around the other one, which is rich, coming from the world they're living in.

Slowly but surely, Reyna found out about Viper's tragic past. Being tortured by the Kingdom to steal her achievement. Being forced to be the lab rat of all the venom and toxins she had created. Being scarred for life by the one she worked with. Reyna's blinding rage boiled her blood, craving revenge for her Serpiente. Her desire to protect her Sabine was stronger and stronger day by day, to the point she's even willing to take the bullet for the chemist who was in danger, in the middle of the battle field.

To say Viper was angry and worried out of her mind was an understatement. She too had developed some kind of feeling toward the Evil Temptress, Vampire Queen. The Chemist loved it every time Reyna addressed her by her real name with that low, rich and sensual mexican accent. She loved it when Reyna slung an arm over her shoulder with a flirty wink when the mission was done. Late night banters at the chemist lab, where Reyna always comes finding Viper with 2 trays of food on her hands. She even loved it when Reyna fought her authority to come up with another attacking plan. Normally, Viper would find it annoying as fuck. But somehow, Reyna made everything in her body tingled in both anger snd arousal.

When Reyna felt on the ground, Viper almost when crazy. Her toxins were released and covered the whole battle ground. She mercilessly kill every Kingdom Soldiers around while carefully secured Reyna's body against her. The great Viper who pride herself from never showing emotion was a wreck. She ripped out her mask for Reyna to wear. Her small hands press hard at the gunshot wound and she was begging Reyna to open her eyes. Everything around her sizzled like a pool of snake's venom, deadly. Viper was in pain, and she acted out.

-> The mission gone wrong finally had Viper coming to term with her feeling for the Vampire Agent. Her toxic heart was yearning for Reyna. Every teases, every little winks Reyna sent, every small gestures of care, late night at the chemistry lab together, Viper finally excepted that, She's in love.

The team, along with Sage, came a little too late. They found the terrifying scene covered by toxin and poisoned smoke with Viper holding Reyna like holding her dear life. They could hear Viper whimper, saying something that made even the nesrly unconscious Reyna shook. Had they known, Viper was begging Reyna to rip out a half of her soul to feed. Reyna needed the soul, and Viper was willingly offered. If she could pull her soul out herself and give it to Reyna, she would.

Reyna, even in the stage of dizziness by the blood lost and hungry for soul, she tried to comfort a very near crying Viper. She tried her best with the mask on her face. Hell, she could never take Viper's soul. She could never hurt her cariño. Never in her wildest dream. So she was thankful when the team rushed in, right into the toxin pool around Viper and bring her to the aircraft. It took Viper sometimes to realize that Brimstone and Sage were not the enemies, and she let Reyna go. But Viper couldn't stay away long. She was by Reyna's side the whole ride to the base to the time she was back in her compartment.

Reyna took comfort that Viper was by her side the whole time. Her dead heart felt like it could beat again for her Sabine. Between the pain and the desire to kiss that venomous little mouth of her Serpiente, she felt drowsy. And when she's finally felt asleep, a scarred hand, gloves free, was caressing her cheek with adoration and love. Reyna slept well that day.

The morning after, Reyna woke up with a pleasant surprise. Her little Serpiente was sleeping, holding Reyna's hand. Her shorthair felt on her face like a curtain, so soft, so inviting. There was a little crease between her eyebrows. Viper didn't fall asleep carefree. Reyna's heart ache for the chemist. She wanted to kiss her forehead, she wanted to say she's alright. She wanted her princessa to be happy and safe. She didn't want Viper to be in pain.

It was all good until Viper woke up. She gone from worried to rage. The Serpentine rage level was high enough for her whole body to glow up in an odd shade of green. "What the hell were you thinking, Deliah!? You could have die! Fuck! You could have die and I'm not fucking worth it!..."

Reyna caught her hand in the middle of the air, took some effort, of course, and pulled the angry Viper on her body. That action effectively silenced her. Reyna could practically felt her love for Sabine was about to burst out of her chest, so she kissed her. Reyna kissed Viper with her whole heart and soul. Viper was shocked into oblivion, she freezed. But not for long. With Reyna's little strokes on her body, Viper started to reciprocate. Their lips moved together perfectly until the Serpiente couldn't breathe. She panted, getting all hot and bother by the way Reyna was touching her. From her hips to her lower back to her ribcages, Viper felt like the she's on fire.

"You worth it, and I would take a thousand more bullets for you if I could, mi alma. I love you... I love you... I love you, mi cielito, mi vida."

-> After that day, they become the power couple of the compound. Everything Sabine does, she has her Deliah to have her back. They're sickeningly sweet when they're together. Although Viper would express her love with snarky comments, Reyna always uses those Spanish sensual nicknames to soothe her Serpiente. They turn disagreement into lovers squarrel and often end up in their bedroom, with Viper screaming Reyna's name until sunrise. Sometimes they think Viper would purposely tick Reyna off to spice things up. And Reyna would do the same thing, if not more frequently.

I'm just a sucker for 2 HBIC to have a soft spot for each other and fall in love. That's all 🤣

[satan-ruler-of-hells]

Letters to you 4

Hey guys we are back with another part in the Letters To You series? Thingmahjig anyway i really hope you guys like it!!!

As always thank you to noodles for reading the first half and Pies for begging me to write more of these things 😂😂

My Paradise,

 Y/N the light of my life and hopefully by the time you read this my soon to be spouse. I've been carrying this box in my pocket everyday for months waiting for the day to come that I can put it on your finger. As you lay sleeping in the bed we've shared right now, snoring softly though I know you'll argue otherwise (you snore my love I'm sorry it's just the truth) I think back to when we first met and you entered my life eyes blazing. You were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen and you still are.  

You were a new transfer student, quiet and somehow made the Shiratorizawa uniform look sexy but in the most subtle way. You were quiet then (sometimes I wonder where the hell that version of you went because you certainly are much more vocal now) preferring to read and sit in the back of the class, to my luck it was right next to me. Smart as a whip with wit to match, muttering smart-ass remarks under your breath during the lessons thinking no one could hear you. At least until you said," Your mom must chance the conversation when someone asks about you" when our English teacher told you we'd be reading aloud our creative writing assignments. I laughed so hard, water came out of my nose and I was sent to the principal's office for disrupting the class but it was worth it to see the blush creep up your neck to your cheeks. The same way it did the first time I kissed you on the court after we won Nationals in our second year. It's still my favorite sight to see and you still do turn a brilliant shade of red when I kiss you in front of people, I hope to see it forever.

That day, though neither of us knew at the time, was the beginning of us. It's truly amazing to think of how different our lives could be if you'd done something as simple as sitting somewhere else. Fate surely has a funny way of doing things. 

If anything had changed I don't think I'd ever learn what it was like to be truly loved or to be known by another person. 

Your charm and wit drew me to you but that's not what made me stay. I felt myself starting to love you,  and I felt I had something to lose. So rather than waiting for you to leave I tried to make it impossible to stay but you my beautiful light in the dark, you held on. You grabbed my hand, told me you weren't going anywhere and you stayed.

 That passion, that love and perseverance. That's what made me fall in love with you and it's still the best decision I've ever made. You are the best decision I've ever made and I hope I get the chance to make it for the rest of my life.

                   Indisputably yours,

                                  Satori Tendou

Tagging: @pies-writes-and-more @thisnoodlewritesao3 @nyxeaa

[eleanorbloom]

Hi! I'm curious about The Luckiest Ones, Witness and the Aurora Ideas. 👀

Kalyy thanks for asking!

The Luckiest Ones it's the wedding fic. I have outlined some things, but I know I'll only be able to properly writing it once I've finished the proposal fic (even if I already posted the headcanon lol, that's how my brain works.)

Anyway, here some snippets of the wedding vows, I don't know if they'll make the cut, but that what I was inspired to write many months ago:

Bryce: For ten years, and maybe my whole life, there was no one in the world that could say they know me well, but all that changed after you. Everything changed after you. The way I see myself, the way I see others, the way I see our profession and the people. The way I see love. Because you made me see it in another light, and since then you’ve shown me so many lights and shades, and everyone of them are beautiful by your side.

Eleanor: One of the things I admire the most about you, is your ability to bring out the best in people. As someone who is so self assured and always shows the best of yourself, having that capacity to bring that out from others inusual. And you did it with me since the first day. You barely know me, but you pushed me to be better, to learn from my mistakes. And since that day you haven’t done anything but push me to be better. A better doctor, a better friend, a better girlfriend, fiancée, daughter, sister. You trusted in me before I learned to trust myself. You loved me before I even took a huge step in loving myself the way I deserved. Is constant learning with you...

Aurora ideas are just ideas that pop in my mind to write about her and Rosalía. I have a NSFW idea about their first time. Is a couple weeks after they start dating, both had free day, Rosalía returns from work one morning after a long shift, takes a shower and goes to sleep with Aurora, they have breakfast, things heat up and they made love for the first time.

I have another idea about coming out to friends, Aurora and Rosalía tell ther friends they're together over dinner.

Witness is a fic I tried to write for OHHFs Surgery Week Event, about the ending but never had the inspo to finish it. It's Eleanor & Bryce (OH canon, not WYR canon) relationship through the eyes of a nurse, Sarah.

Sarah has seen them blossom since their very first day.

A rare thing.

It usually takes a couple of weeks to see the first couple of residents put in evidence their attraction for one another. There’s no time for anything else but patients and work when you work in a hospital.

But they... They hadn’t met a day and they were already crazy for each other.

Sarah heard the gasp the moment Zaid Mirani opened the door of a supply closet while she was checking on a chart in the hallway. For a moment, she thought it was just another intern crying on their very first day but then, as she looked inside the room, she found two brand new interns tangled in a very heated kiss.

She didn’t get who they were. It was dark and Mirani was blocking most of the entry. So she stayed a few feet from the door and waited, just to see who they were. Later that day she’d find out it was Bryce Lahela and Eleanor Bloom. Two names she wouldn't forget. Not because somehow she started keeping tabs on them, but because there was something about them that awoke her curiosity. It's like for some reason you want to see some people shine.

And she wanted to see them shine. Individually and together.

ahh I wish I had the inspo and patience to finish all these wips, but my brain is still burnt out and it's a medium capacity to write in english so they'll have to wait a looooooong way before they see the light lol

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

I saw the wip and got excited lol anyways>>> tell me something about plausible deniability!! (or maybe a snippet? your call)

thank you for tagging me 💕💘

Hey! Thanks for the ask! Plausable Deniability is tricky to describe but I can give you this snippet!

Dean didn't do very well with sitting still, at least not when that was what he was told to do. Especially not when a psychotic, empathic vamp was sitting in their dungeon refusing to expound on the cryptic comments she was making every two minutes. It wasn't like they could beat the information out of her. As much as Dean would love to introduce that twisted little girl to his knuckles a few times, he knew that the moment he stepped into that room with her, punching Marty would be like killing Sam. It was something he simply couldn't do.

"This is taking too long." Dean moved to stand but his younger brother shoved him back onto the splintering wooden bench.

"It's been seventeen minutes, Dean," Sam sighed. "Cas said to wait until he calls, so thats what we're gonna do."

Dean groaned. "I just- I don't like it, Sammy!"

"You've said that."

"That kid is dangerous. And Jack? I mean, who knows how deep she's got her hooks in him. Jack might not even be Jack anymore!"

"You've said that too."

"How can you be so calm about this?!" Dean stressed.

"Because its all I've been listening to for three days," Sam deadpanned, shooting his brother a look. Dean paused, a little stunned.

"... And you're sure its only been seventeen minutes?"

"Dean, I have never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Huh..."

Dean decided that shutting his mouth would be the best thing he could do, so he turned his gaze back out to Main Street and watched the cars go by. There was a red one... then a blue one... then a grey one... ooh, and a really nice one... and...

Wait.

Was that a Hellcat?

Yep. There it was. A silver Dodge Hellcat parked right off the road. Dean would never miss a car like that. It must have belonged to a visitor as he'd never seen it in town before. The licence plate was from Louisiana so Dean concluded that it probably belonged to someone on vacation. Yet, something about that bothered him. No one in their right mind came to Lebanon, Kansas unless they had to. It wasn't exactly a vacation hotspot. The last new car to drive into the little town had been his, as far as Dean knew, and something about this whole situation just felt off somehow. He didn't like it.

"Sir? Uh, excuse me, but may I speak with you for a moment?" The sudden voice startled Dean from his thoughts and he whipped around to face the speaker. Sam jumped, following suit.

Just behind the bench the Winchesters had been sitting on, stood a man. Actually, to call him a boy would be a better description, now that Dean got a good look at him. He was as tall as Dean, if not a little taller, but his face told the hunters he couldn't have been much older than Jack. (Physically, anyway.) The boy stood draped in the shade of door way of Lebanon's best sweet shope holding a rather impressive sized bowl of ice cream in his hand. A rogueish grin spread across his sharp features at Sam and Dean's reactions to his sudden appearence, his brown eyes sparkling with a certain degree of mischief.

"Did I scare you?" The boy asked tilting his head. He had a sharp British accent and his light voice rang through the air clearly.

"No," Dean said, his tone rather harsh. Then again sneaking up on a hunter was a difficult thing yet this person had done it with ease. So perhaps some caution was warranted. Besides, the kid was British and if Dean were to count how many British people had betrayed him, he was sure he'd end up with a number greater than thirty.

The grin on the boy's face grew wider and several alarm bells went off in Dean's head. "I apologize. That wasn't my intention."

"Wasn't it?" Sam asked, skeptical. The boy glanced between them, raising a brow.

"Uh, no? Who does that?" He laughed. It wasn't nervous, so the boy was clearly sure of himself. "No, I'd like to ask for your assistance, actually."

Dean shot his brother a look. All sorts of warning bells were going off with each word this kid said and, judging by the look on Sam's face, his brother felt the same. Dean glanced back at the boy, who's face softened a little.

"Please? I really need your help," He pleaded, glancing back and forth between Sam and Dean.

"What's you're name, kid?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm Kol," The boy replied easily.

"What do you need, Kol?" Sam asked, mimicking his brother's closed posture.

"I'm looking for someone - a girl."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, me too."

Kol laughed a bit, shaking his head. "No, no. Nothing like that! She's my daughter, which is weird because she's sixteen and looks like she could be my sister." He shoved his spoon into his ice cream and stepped out of the shadows to stand directly in front of the Winchesters.

Dean raised a brow. "You have a kid?" Kol couldn't have been older than twenty.

Kol shrugged. "She's adopted."

"Huh."

"What does she look like? Do you- do you have a picture of her?" Sam wondered, at least attempting to be helpful. Kol hissed through his teeth.

"No, I don't, sorry." He grimaced. "Its a long story, but I can describe her to you."

"Okay. Uh, go," Sam agreed. Kol flashed him a grateful smile.

"She's a pretty little thing with the sharpest tongue you've ever heard, but she's still really kind actually. Uh, she's really thin - doesn't eat well the poor thing - and really short too. I don't even know if I'd give her five foot, to be honest. She's got really long black hair and her eyes are grey, and also a little bit creepy but don't tell my wife I said that..." Kol trailed off, running a hand through his hair. Sam shot his brother a worried glance which Dean caught out of the corner of his eye. Kol's description sounded like an exact match for the vampire in their dungeon. "Bloody hell... Davina's gonna murder me..." Dean turned his eyes back to the rambling British kid. Kol looked up to Dean again, seeming to search his face for something while his rambling continued. "I mean, is it really my fault? She's a bit of a free spirit, that one. Positively certifiable, but we knew that!" Dean didn't like how the boy's brown eyes seemed to drill into his own.

"What's her name?" Sam cut in, trying,to keep the nerves from his voice.

"It's Wonder." Kol answered. "We call her Wonder."

Relief flooded through Sam and Dean simultaneously. "Well, Kol, we'll keep an eye out for her," Sam reassured.

Kol grinned. "Really?"

"It's no problem." The brothers turned to leave, in hopes of escaping the odd British boy, but Kol's voice gave them pause.

"She's not a bad girl, really. She just get's distracted easily." There was something oddly pointed about Kol's words. His voice lowered into something almost sinister. "She tends to make friends with the wrong people."

Dean paused. "Good to know," He said over his shoulder. "Uh... bye."

A soft chuckle rang through the air and sent a chill down Dean's spine. It had nothing to do with the January weather.

"Thanks for the help, Darlings."

Dean whipped around but the boy was already gone. As if he'd vanished in to thin air. Like he was never even there at all...

Feedback is appreciated!

[thesunsetmeansgoodbye]

Alcina Dimitrescu & Mother Miranda

For her, Mother is this scripture she meditate day and night even if she's no merely answer for her mother's kept prayers. Perhaps, almost..

Alcina silently watch Miranda read the files of her recent experiments, the priestess seem to frown inside the golden mask.

“Basically, some died and the rest turned into Moroaică”.

“Yes, Mother Miranda”. She droop her head aside, the hat hides the sight of her Mother.

“I should’ve known. Next time you waste my time, make sure it’s worthwhile. I had enough of your failures, when you supposed be not.” That's all she heard before the older woman takes its leave. And right now she needed a drink.

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Another meeting takes over, Alcina sometimes would catch her mother's eyes closed and looking tired. When she open snap them there this no emotion holds it. Lips secretly pressed to each other, she listens to the discussion like an obedient daughter she always were unless Heisenberg nerved to piss her off.

She hates when Mother favors the other lords whom she considered below to her and Mother Miranda, she hates this unnecessary siblings, they barely interact with each other and she would rather it stay that way.

“I put end to this meeting now, all of you may take your leave.”

Every single one leaves the decrepitude church, Alcina caught the glimpse of her Mother and Donna. She looks like assigned to a task but why only give it when the meeting is done? Alcina could only groan. Mother did not assigned her to anything, did she not trust her anymore?

__

She follow her mother for everything she ordered her to, even in the things beyond her will. Her recognition means so much for her and from that she will do anything, giving all the colors for all the portraits she needed; a masterpiece to offer her Mother. Just, one perfect vessel.

Despite the devotion she holds to the older woman, there's this one exception, and she be willingly fight the world for her three daughters, just like her Mother.. and she hopes, the edge point will not reach where she needs to break an agreement to the priestess when its already her daughters involved.

“Mother?”.

She gently caress the hair of her youngest that was the head is on her lap, gentle smile formed from the ruddy lips of the countess once soon turn into frown, when the thought came of Mother Miranda doing the same thing on the countess like the daughter she always claim Alcina is to her. But it is a thought that is unlikely to happen.

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When Miranda visits the castle once in a while, Alcina decorates the table with expensive fine china and foods all for her mother of course along with her famous wine. Even though Mother Miranda looks not to enjoy any of it more than the reports of experiments she overnight do in the dungeons that often ends to be just nothing but a defect.

When they were settled in their table, Alcina couldn’t stop talking like a child who keeps narrating of how great their day went to its parent. She even brought up some memories she cherished from her once human life, her being a singer and her passion for it but Mother just seems to tolerate of all her talks without uttering a single word back and only emptied her own glass of wine and after the feast the priestess would immediately takes its leave. On the other hand, Alcina only smiled helplessly.

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Mother Miranda given her everything, the comfort and answers in life. Given the things her true mother couldn’t and her father would never granted. He never wanted a daughter anyway. She secretly suffered in her noble branch but it’s all over now.

And even Mother had given her all of this, she somehow long for an affection of a parent, something that her wine couldn’t remedy.

She tucked herself onto the large bed, as the same time, she murmured some words of comfort for herself some she could remember her true mother used to say to her, it was hesitant but soothing enough. Tears run from the golden sun eyes.

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One meeting, she didn’t noticed any signs of its usual intimidating presence of her Mother, her aura seems to radiate happiness she never saw whenever she was with them. Happiness arouse in her too, she wonder what is the reason behind the bliss visage.

“I’m glad to inform all you that I found the perfect receptacle for our dear Eva,”

Eva. Her true child. Mother Miranda told them she have found the perfect vessel to resurrect her child, not to mention that fact its already dead over a century now. She dared not to speak and get any further in her Mother's bad side. She just sit and listen and only speak when ordered or allowed to.

“That's a very pleasant news, Mother Miranda.”

“Indeed, fiica mea.” She placidly smiled at her, and it warms Alcina's heart.

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To every task she was assigned to, she do her best not want to dissapoint her Mother. There's no doubt she would do anything, remain to be her Mother's favorite even if she will have to fuel the fire of her mother roasting the other lords.

“B – but, Mother–“

“Stop the attempts to gloss over your failures Moreau, there's no merit it could do upon you, “ The fish man seems to crestfallen from the words but she just stared, after all, she have no care about them but Miranda and her daughters.

Meanwhile, she looked at Heisenberg who seem on other hand was close to scoffing.

“Hah, that really comes from the person who was also covering up his mistake.”

“Pardon?”.

He pinched his nose, before to speak

“You're just flawed as this grotesque freak! Even worse, so stop self-proclaming yourself to Miranda and keep referring us as a failure when it does also count you as one. Fucking accept it!”

“You– take that back you wrenched!”

“Silence!”.

Both of them retreat, but the palpable tension lingers.

“There's no better than another. You all disappoint me in all ways.”

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Hate was born for her Mother's dead daughter, she thinks that this is all her fault and she question why the priestess couldn’t just, move on. Why was it always her? Why can’t Mother see her another daughter, that's right in front of her: alive and well, who would be willingly to fill the loss if needed. She often calls Alcina her child and daughter but neither the words felt like were stuffed. Now she sounded like a child, but she couldn’t resist no longer.

“Why isn’t always not enough?”. Her teeth gritted between the words of her misery.

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After she had received her Cadou, Alcina's world began to only revolve of her Mother and following experiments in her dungeon. The cold wind and the flakes from the snow wrapped around her when loneliness and insecurity rose inside her well-being as if wants to make the situation for her worse. After all this time, it will always be Eva who occupied her Mother’s most chapters and she didn’t even bother to look over the pages were Alcina is in it, cursive beautifully written that soon tainted by her own sly tears.

For her, Mother is this scripture she meditate day and night even if she's no merely answer for her mother's kept prayers. Perhaps, almost..

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She would sometimes pay a visit to her oldest sister Eve, when there's leisure time just to sit beside the grave without words store to utter for the tomb. Mother did not considered to forbid her adopted children to visit the grave, she even neither said anything about it so the other lords she assume didn’t know where it was in the first place.

But mother doesn’t have to know her visits or will she ever care?

She barely knew what would say to the dead, she did know no single prayer. She didn’t even met the child that was taken too early, was she anything like Mother? Is she like anything template of Mother? Or perhaps her father?

“You must had grown beautiful just like our Mother. C– could you tell Mother not to be too hard on me, when you resurrected again? Soră mai mare..” Because even, she could handle all the pain does not mean she deserves it, right?

She made her way to leave as she gets back to the castle.

Mother Miranda sends her a letter once in a while, when she was not able to come to the castle herself because of her research. The letter contain often of must attain task and criticization. She’d pick up some red pen, aimlessly drawing circles on the back of the letter; frowning. It took her some time before she full the entire back of the paper.

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She stopped at the peak of the castle, above her was the sky painted in its greyest shade. She started to shred the paper, the pieces season on the white covered ground. She barely see it land because of the height.

“I've had enough of this".

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No! Her daughters.. now gone! That damn Winters! Those three bugs who keeps alive her barely beating heart, taken away from her! How!? How could Mother allowed this to happen? Where is she? The roars of the dragon in its hinted despair did she not heard!? Out of all men she's the only person who can understand, it hurts.. so much.

Yet, no presence of power from the Mother she knew stop the gravity of her downfall.

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She is confident to think she's her mother’s favorite but she might hinted it wrong however, the proof of the blessing she casted upon her among the others. Castle, eternal life, obedient daughters did she not? How come she couldn’t accept the affection Alcina returned? Wasn't it enough to cease her mother's insurmountable grief? For a child that was no longer here, she barely tolerate all of it.

She sit and watch her.

“Remember from whence you came".