#but she has been groomed on all sides to accept this as her lot and a reasonable expectation to uphold

[rawliverandgoronspice]

so of course I then thought about Impa some more, and about how the way I write impa is: everybody around her is like this all of the time

[atopvisenyashill]

seeing how some greens act like rhaenyra being groomed by her uncle, and subsequently being unable to let go of him, is HER personal failure turned me into a rhaenyra extremist when i simply enjoyed her character beforehand.

im really glad you're speaking about it because even though it's fiction, it still perpetuates a very dangerous rhetoric

wait this gives me an excuse to ramble, pls excuse me if i phrase things maybe a little crassly here, it’s a delicate topic i’m speaking indelicately about but also, i think i should be allowed bc [redacted] BUT-

obviously i don’t like, love, some of the changes to the show but i think the first half does a great job of setting it up to where you can see both alicent and rhaenyra are surrounded exclusively by much older men who want to fuck them, and have just no way of knowing who is being genuine with them. because no one is really! so you have episode 4, where alicent is sleeping in a room with pornographic art on the wall and being called to her husband’s bed and she can’t say no, and he’s not going to do anything to make the whole thing even marginally easier for her. and then you have rhaenyra, pulled from her bed by her uncle to a brothel, and she’s completely exposed, and she’s experiencing new things, and he’s purposefully trying to make this feel good but also overwhelming for her, then abandons her drunk & confused & half naked. this is The Same Thing - they’re both being used and manipulated by a much older man, but because that manipulation looks different, they react different. but it’s still manipulation.

yes, the type of abuse is different when it’s like, your ugly ancient grandpa grooming you vs a handsome 30 year old stranger you met online that you tell all your high school friends is your boyfriend, but ultimately, both the grandpa and the 30 year old boyfriend are abusers but more importantly, the granddaughter and the high schooler are both victims!!! i think a lot of people when analyzing this whole thing, will pin daemon as a groomer but then completely forget that this also makes rhaenyra a victim. some people will even hee hee haw haw over it because “oh your feminist icon would rather marry her groomer uncle than her gay cousin in the book” DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF. could it possibly be that rhaenyra prefers daemon to laenor because daemon has manipulated her into thinking she is only free with him? she is only safe with him?? could it possibly be that he has been giving her gifts and taking physical liberties with her for her whole life, and being the Good Cop, Sweet Confidant to her parents Bad Cop her whole life, that she feels taken in by him because he is all she knows???? in the same vein that alicent just swallows all the poison and bullshit from otto because that’s her father, and his protection is all she knows????

honestly part of like ~the discourse~ that’s most frustrating is that most greens just refuse to see rhaenyra’s pov or see that she’s also a grooming victim grasping for power to protect her own children, again just like alicent, but on the flip side, most of the analysis from the blacks side is like “if you think nyra is a victim of grooming you are just as bad as the people calling her a whore for having children out of wedlock” and like, how do you even engage with that. with either of those opinions. you can’t wksjd so if youre, ya know, like a normal fucking person who can see how both girls are being manipulated, but you have like a fondness for nyra specifically, it’s just constant bad takes. there’s nowhere to go to escape the bad takes.

i thought we had already hashed out this idea that being aware or unaware of your victimhood doesn’t suddenly mean you’re not being oppressed during the main show with arya and sansa but no, we’ve actually just taken this exact same annoying fandom discourse about which teenage girl is dealing with being abused in the most acceptable way and made it a thousand times worse.

[kohabielnin]

Headcanons Truth & Inference Lovers

Today I wasn't going to write anything because I woke up sore and sick, but as I felt a little better, and I saw something that made my day, I decided to write a little. I removed Emma and Naib because unfortunately I didn't know much, but in their place I put Rosemary

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• If he already showed you off when you were just his employee, now that you're his groom/bride, he won't give you a moment's peace,

• He cares about you, of course, but that doesn't mean he doesn't tease you and irritate you sometimes,

• To recap what we already know, D.M is a demon among humans, so unless you like not walking for days, don't irritate him,

• His snake has great affection for you, so it's normal for it to wrap itself around you while you're sitting on D.M.'s lap on his orders,

• He loves seeing your face blush when he says it loudly at parties, "I'm sorry, ladies, but I don't want to keep my beautiful bride Y/n waiting for me", yes, he says it loud and clear for everyone to hear,

• Honestly, Mr. Inference and Gatto really feel sorry for you

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• I'm sorry, but your right to go on missions with him has been revoked at his request,

• He cares enough about you to keep you away from all the dangers of the missions he and you were on,

• When he's not on missions or it's at night, he loves sharing calming moments like taking a shower together or sleeping cuddled together, which he says calms him down after a stressful day.

• There isn't a day that goes by that Tuberose doesn't tease you, of course you also tease him back, so Noir usually watches the mini wars that you and Tuberose have,

• Leon already liked you a lot and with you officially being family, the hawk allowed himself to get attached to you,

• He's not as present as possible, but he tries to make up for it by spoiling you whenever D.M allows him to rest

Tuberose/Jack

• Let's start with a fact, he will only stay with you if Lady Rosemary also likes you,

• His face was once a reason for you to fight with him, but after he showed it to you, after months of pestering him about it, you never wanted to see him with a mask again,

• Rosemary thinks the relationship you two have is cute and is happy to participate in it too,

• He tends to be quite protective of you and Rosemary, so it's not surprising that if he sees D.M teasing you he'll get jealous,

• He'll never admit it, but he loves it when you sit on his lap and Rosemary plays with his hair, he finds moments like that comforting,

• You and Rosemary are his treasure, so he will not rest until you are both satisfied in every way, he is a man devoted to both of his treasures

Rosemary/Grace

• What led her to accept you in a relationship with Tuberose was her knowledge of plants,

• As she is usually busy with important matters, she tends to leave you alone most of the time, but that never stopped you from going to her and massaging her shoulders,

• Tuberose likes how hard you are to be in a relationship with him and Rosemary,

• She may also end up suffering from jealousy if she sees you with DM a lot and when that happens she doesn't leave your side and doesn't let go of the hug,

• Her calming moments with you are when you are massaging her shoulders or lying on her lap, she always smiles stupidly when she sees your sleeping face,

• She likes to give you bracelets or flower crowns, because according to her it makes you more beautiful, as flowers make your beauty more evident.

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• It took him a while to accept being in a relationship with you,

• Don't force hugs or any other type of touch, he doesn't feel comfortable, so it's better to wait for him to ask for something like that,

• He's a bit shy so he'll always stutter when he asks you for some kind of affection, which is why he prefers not to speak, just open his arms or lay his head on your shoulder or lap, even if it makes him extremely red,

• Cat loves being on top of you, filling you with hair, it's her fault that Gatto ends up touching you even more,

• He loves it when you make him coffee or just pat him on the head, because it reminds him of things his mother used to do,

• Even with little courage, if D.M says something that doesn't please you, he will defend you because this is one of his ways of proving that you are important to him, but after D.M leaves, please, make a coffee and pat his head , he gave his all to defend you even though he was scared

White/Saphir Mélodis

• Let's be honest here, you being engaged to him hasn't changed the way he acts towards you,

• Surprise hugs, kisses on the forehead, nose and cheek, messy hair, are just some of the things he does,

• His owl likes to sleep on your head and that's extremely cute,

• Making him blush is something rare, but it is one of the cutest scenes that can exist,

• Let's face it, White is a cute romantic, so he goes out of his way to see your beautiful smile,

• He loves to affirm that he loves you, in public or in private, there is no one who can stop him from proving his love for you, even if he doesn't like kissing you in public, light caresses like kissing your forehead and stroking your hair are allowed for him in public

[podcastenthusiast]

Three little drabbles featuring Geralt "Horse Girl" of Rivia and different animals, from Jaskier's POV.

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1. Horse

Jaskier realized it a few weeks into this new witcher-following, song-composing venture. Specifically, when he went to eat the last apple and was told in no uncertain terms that it's for Roach, even though their food rations were running worringly low and they were a day's ride from the next village. Even though he's a fragile human. Even though she could literally just eat grass.

The mare outranked him. She had seniority.

He tried to befriend the horse, with middling success.

He tried to befriend the witcher, too.

At least Roach could be bribed with a carrot or a handful of raisins.

People project a lot of their own feelings onto animals, he supposed. It's a relationship designed to be unequal. As complex or as simple as a person wants it to be.

For a while, he had started to resent her a little, as pathetic as that may sound. That is, until he woke in the middle of the night and overheard a murmured, rather one-sided conversation.

"I worry about him, though," Geralt was saying. "Can't exactly just find a new bard and start calling him Jaskier if something happens, can I."

What?

"Wish he'd shut up sometimes, but... I guess it's been kind of nice having someone around who talks back."

Jaskier's heart felt like it might burst or break. Or both.

"Not that you aren't good company, old girl."

Roach gave a quiet snort.

That was all years ago, now. The horse is different, but still somehow Roach.

He is different, too, but somehow still Jaskier. Still the reliable bard his friend needs him to be.

Now, he watches from his spot by the campfire as Geralt brushes through Roach's mane. The witcher's got drowner brains in his own hair but gods forbid he has a wash before his trusty companion is completely tended to. He's very gentle with her, which is probably why she tolerates it as well as she does. He's heard tales of stablehands losing fingers to routine grooming before.

Jaskier wishes he could write a ballad about this without potentially damaging his fearsome reputation-- the unbreakable bond between a witcher and his horse. The unexpected tenderness of hands made to kill.

He reaches for his quill to jot down a few ideas. Something something the mighty wolf and the wild horse, loyal and brave companions defending their forest home together. Keep it vague enough. Maybe a folktale vibe.

Besides, Jaskier thinks with a touch of bitterness, the wolf's tongue is the real danger. His jaws that snap at anyone foolish enough to get too close, to offer help when he's caught in a trap.

...Maybe he still has some feelings to work through.

The wolf also has a heart he tries so hard to bury. Jaskier can see it. Always has.

"You spoil her rotten, you know," he remarks lightly, plucking on his lute strings. "She eats better than we do."

"It's like sharpening my swords. I have to keep Roach in good condition, or we don't eat at all."

"Mhm. And it's very sweet."

He no longer begrudges Roach her well-earned place at Geralt's side. The witcher had been alone out here for such a long time before he came along, probably will be again after he's dead and buried. Even if Jaskier does wish that he could be the one Geralt trusts with his innermost thoughts and secrets and sleepless night fears, he is glad the man has someone in whom he can confide.

They all have their roles in this story. Perhaps he ought to accept his as its scribe, and let that be enough.

But Jaskier's greatest fault, he knows, is an always has been his refusal to accept things as they are.

-

2. Cat

"Oh, look at that. Someone's cat has gone missing. Poor thing."

"We're here for real work, Jaskier," Geralt says, scanning a contract notice. Recent plague. Graves disturbed. Ghouls. See alderman for details. Bit dull.

"They're offering a reward. See?"

"Somehow I doubt a small child has enough coin to justify ignoring the ghouls."

"Says here you'll get their eternal gratitude and-- oh! The lady of the house will darn your socks free of charge for a full year. Any additional mending at a discount. Now that's a good deal."

"Hm."

"Geralt, as you know my favorite doublet is in a sorry state after that minor werewolf incident--"

"I told you to stay with Roach."

"--All water under the bridge now, of course, and what an adventure! Worthy of a fine ballad--"

"Jaskier."

"--as this would be. Can't you at least keep one keen witchery eye out for the cat?"

"And risk a ghoul catching me off guard? Sure."

"Well, now you're just being silly. Don't tell me you're a dog person. Or are you allergic?"

Geralt sighs, realizing now that only the truth will free him from this conversation.

"Don't mind cats," he mutters. "But they don't like me."

"Sorry, what?"

"Cats don't like me," he repeats. "They start hissing whenever I get too close."

Jaskier's expression is caught somewhere between disbelief and sadness. "Why?"

"I insulted their king. Why do you think? They've got more sense than certain humans, I guess."

It's a veiled remark. Jaskier sees right through it.

"You're not a monster, Geralt," he says, achingly sincere. Then, in a lighter tone, "Does that mean you've never pet a cat before?"

"I don't know. Maybe when I was very young. I can't remember."

Jaskier mercifully drops the subject after a quiet and thoughtful walk back to the village's tavern.

He doesn't fail to notice Geralt buying extra scraps of meat from the innkeeper, or how he sneaks away at night to set them like snares in promising locations near the village. He'd probably say it's for the ghoul contract if asked, but Jaskier knows better.

Even if he didn't, there is really no other explanation for Geralt returning to the inn on the second night, covered in claw marks, carrying a ghoul's severed head in one hand and a bag containing one squirming, hissing feline in the other.

-

3. Spider

"GERALT!"

Every witcher in Kaer Morhen hears the bard's scream, but Geralt reaches the room in moments, his silver sword already drawn.

"Jaskier, what--"

"Kill it!"

The bard is standing on his bed, pointing frantically at something. Geralt follows his panicked gaze and sees--

"Really, Jaskier?" He sighs.

"What are you waiting for? It's a monster! Kill it!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's not a monster. Just a spider. Not even poisonous."

"How do you know?"

"I read." Geralt crouches down for a closer look at the spider. "Might look scary but it's harmless. Probably sought shelter from the cold."

"Well, then it can go right back outside."

"Jaskier, be reasonable."

"I am. Either the spider goes or I do."

The witcher looks thoughtful. Says nothing.

"Oh, thanks, Geralt! I feel so loved."

The spider crawls onto Geralt's hand and Jaskier almost screams again, shrinking back even farther. Gods, it has so many legs!

"Pretend it's a kikimora or something," he pleads. "Why won't you kill one little spider for your very dearest old friend in the world?"

"Because kikimoras have no niche. They're invasive, and need to be dealt with to maintain balance in the ecosystem. Spiders aren't like that; they do belong. A monster, fundamentally, is any creature that doesn't."

Jaskier just stares at him, speechless. He's not sure he has ever heard Geralt say that many words all at once.

Geralt's eyes remain on the spider. "Witchers aren't sent out on the Path not knowing why we kill; we're not soldiers."

"I never thought of it like that," Jaskier admits. "That spider's still fucking terrifying, though."

"Hm. I'll take it outside."

"Geralt?"

"Hm?"

"I know what scared, stupid people say about witchers sometimes. But I-- You do belong. You're important. Just want you to know that."

"...Thank you, Jaskier," he says. Then, quieter, "You too."

[regulus-books]

wc: 600+

warnings: none

notes: kinda hurt/comfort but not rly super angsty. also so so sorry for not continuing with jegulus microfics, i was super super busy, but ill probably start them up again soon:))

Regulus wakes up early in the morning, usually he sees James sleeping right beside him, but not today. In fact, James' whole side of the bed has gone completely cold.

Regulus furrows his eyebrows, and stands up. Maybe James has just gone on a run or something, that's normal.

Regulus makes breakfast and lunch for James, pushing it into the fridge with a little note that reads, “gone to work, i love you so much. also we're visiting your mum on sunday. hope you have a good day:) -reg”.

Regulus gets dressed as usual, kissing their dogs head on the way out the door. James had insisted on getting a puppy on their one year, he called her a symbolism of their love. She's a good sized golden retriever, named Sunny. Her fur is completely blonde with tiny little platinum streaks, she's always perfectly groomed, as Regulus cant stand the hair.

Regulus drives to work as normal, his black convertible making a purr sound.

Work is long and boring, and Regulus can't wait to go home. When he finally does get home, James' car is back in the lot, parked pristinely.

Regulus unbuckles and walks into the house, Sunny greeting him at the door. She jumps up, asking for head pats. "Hello, silly girl, how was your day?" He scratches behind her ears, "C'mon, hop on down, sweetheart, I don't want your fur all over my black suit. Where's daddy, hm?" Sunny runs alongside Regulus as he tracks into the house, the television is turned on quietly, but James isn't watching it.

Regulus ignores it, sometimes Sunny steps on the remote and accidentally turns it on. Regulus walks up the stairs, undoing his tie. "Jamie? I'm home, love." He runs his fingers through his hair, opening the door to their bedroom. And then there's James. Curled up in a ball on Regulus' side of the bed. "Love?" Regulus sits beside him, placing a hand on James' side.

James sniffles, then lets out a short sob, and now, Regulus is really concerned.

"Jamie, love, sit up. Talk to me, babe." Sunny jumps up on the bed and lays down next to Regulus. James turns to face Regulus, his nose is pink and tears streak his brown skin. "What's wrong?" Regulus rubs the outside of James' thigh, trying to provide some comfort.

"I'm sorry, Reg, you shouldn't have to come home to this," James covers his face with his hands, wiping away at his tears.

"Baby, it's not just my home, it's yours just as equally, cry all you need. Now, what's wrong."

"No, this is bullshit, Reg. You do everything around here. You work from 5 - 17, every single day, you cook, you clean and I do nothing. And here I am, laying in bed, crying and you just barely got home. I should be making dinner right now or something." James moves to get up, but Regulus places a firm hand on his leg, telling him not to.

"James, tell me what's wrong." He says, a little more strictly this time.

"I got rejected." He says, simply. "No one wants me," James laughs through his tears, "I've practiced only my whole life, I have the build, I have everything. They won't accept me." James has been signing up for quidditch teams for the past year, each one, he makes it to the final moments, but each time he's rejected. Regulus frowns and engulfs James in a tight hug.

"Baby, it's okay. They're fools for not wanting you." Regulus kisses the side of James' head softly.

Two months later him and Sunny are sitting on the family benches, watching James sore through the sky, they can barely see him passing the quaffle.

[la-pheacienne]

Neither Daemon nor Rhaenyra never actually spoke words "I love you/her/him" about each other. it is not an accusation, just a note. At what moment do you think their feelings changed from familial to romantic and they realized it? I think Rhaenyra had a teenage crush on him even in ep 1. But he probably realized something only in episode 4.

Ohhh this is actually an interesting question anon. Rhaenyra just called Daemon "my love" and said "I want you uncle" and then "I need you" and it's true, nobody said I love you.

So big disclaimer. When you follow a story and a particular fictional romantic couple you always need to pay attention to the context. Context is everything. You can also call it interior logic of the story. Every story has one, and you need to keep that in mind if you want to decide how to feel about certain things.

So the context of that particular story is that you have a little girl, raised in an incestuous family and in an era where girls got married very very young, so they started looking for spouses even younger. This girl has a very cool oncle that gives her a lot of attention and also has all the qualities she admires in a partner, but she can't have for herself because she is a girl. He also happens to be hot. So girl falls for said uncle very very early on. That's canon, no doubt about that, it's obvious even in the show that she is smitten as a teenager.

Then you have a man who has been raised in an incestuous family, who is very loyal to said family and has this burden of not being recognised enough as a second son. This man has a niece that he loves and probably very early on considered that she could be a great partner when she grew older, a partner worthy of him, but unfortunately he got married to someone he didn't choose because politics. Then that niece begins to actually resemble him, in all the ways that matter, and he admires her indépendance and firey personality, he understands that they actually have so much in common and that she sees him, truly. She is also hot. So he's like, wait, not only this girl could be a great partner on paper, I actually want her to be my partner in life. We are meant to be.

And they are. Rhaenyra wants a strong Targaryen by her side, a male warrior and Dragonrider like herself, that is absolutely loyal to her. Daemon wants a strong Targaryen by his side, a powerful Queen and Dragonrider like himself, who is not afraid of him but instead embraces him completely and gives him the family acceptance he craved for. Being Targaryens, they are fucked up in the head, obviously (context) and they are also rulers, so there will be fights and competition and ugliness and spite and maybe cheating but in the context they are meant to be. He dies for her and his family.

So love? What does "I love you" mean after this? I believe it could sound a little corny to say that in their context. I believe that they absolutely love each other but it's better to show it by actions and in the narrative, and not by words. Then we also have this kind of shit

So why do we need an "I love you"?

But to answer your question specifically, I believe that Rhaenyra was smitten with him first, then he was smitten with her when he saw her in 1x04 (before he was just entertaining the idea but not in a serious way) then they made out and both realised that they are actually in love, then shit got real very quickly and after many many years they were finally be able to become one. That's it. This blog does not accept any pedo grooming shit, nor Daemon is only after the throne shit. This is crackhead territory and I won't even bother explaining why. Just look at them and watch the show (this is not at all addressed to you anon, it's a general advice).

Btw the GIFs are not mine, some of them are by @lady-phasma but not all, I hope you will forgive me because I'm trying to spread the word of God here.

[house-of-vandernacht]

I think under all Ada's insecurity, she's desperate to be Lenore's friend, and not because of being upwardly mobile. Out of all of them, Ada has sussed out that Lenore comes from money/has station, and isn't tryna blow smoke up her ass like she is Annabel. She genuinely seems to like Lenore.

I think she recognises that Lenore is different from most rich folks. She cares and is accepting of everyone regardless of station. Ada has watched Lenore stand up for the little guy, to show concern equally for rich or poor, to show concern for people in general which is probably not something Ada has experienced much with rich folks.

Ada isn't entirely stupid (just a lil dim), -- until romance comes into the picture, and that's understandable for someone who desperately wants to be loved -- she's shown herself to be smart and astute in a lot of ways, but in this case I don't think she behaves the way she does towards Lenore because she's edging her bets n her allegiances are fickle.

I think when we see Ada with Lenore is when Ada is at her most genuine. She feels comfortable enough to show glimpses of herself around Lenore, which she doesn't do with any of the others, which is a crying shame cause those glimpses we see of her, she seems like she'd be a great girl that's a lot of fun but its buried underneath fear, insecurity and the fingerprints of societal norms of her era.

(right after she punches Lenore in the tit. :D )

We don't know the circumstances of how she became a maid, but we can extrapolate a few things by looking at history available to us.

Maiding was seen as a respectable, nay, if not a sought after job in all eras. It leant you a smidge of social status, but the down side was, yes you might rub shoulders with the wealthy and famous but you were never part of that world. It was like being on the other side of the a filmy membrane. Often you were never noticed at all, and subject to an even stricter societal hierarchy than what was on offer outside the house, but often maids saw factory work as being beneath them or super working class poor. It was a weird skewing of the world. Ada is just as much a victim of circumstance as Lenore and Annabel, has been shaped by it, and its fueling her Nevermore behaviour.

If I'm correct in my theory that she was a scullery maid/ lower house maid specifically, (denoted by her lack of skills of how to prepare a lady for her day) she's on the lowest service rung with little to no prospects of advancement unless a head maid took an interest to teach her how to be a parlour maid. This in time might lead to a head maid track but there was hot competition from all the other maids in the house, esp if there was a large staff (you often had to wait until the head maid died for a promotion reshuffle, OR another house hold offered you employment, and even then you would need to seek permission from your employer to be released from their service.) So this is a girl who needs her position to keep her belly full, and a roof over her head, and is used to having someone (prolly lots of someones) have power over her n hold her life in their hands. She's in a very vulnerable position and perfectly primed to be taken advantage of. Then introduce a young heir dangling that good life and societal advancement in front of her. Its easy to see how she might have succumbed to those romantic advancements even though she's risking her reputation AND position. (and then it ends in the ultimate betrayal)

She wanted more for herself, she wanted to be a has, not a has not. She has been groomed by service n societal norms. And who wouldn't grasp the opportunity when it arose to claw their way from the bottom n grab that perceived good life? She was quick on the uptake in Nevermore, enacting a ruse from the get go. She didn't think she had the luxury to sit back and assess the situation, because it might be her only chance at something better than what she couldn't quite remember. She looked at the game of poker, saw everybody was at the same starting point, threw herself into the gamble and began trying to build her own hand. The shame is that underneath it all, I believe, Ada is a great girl who desperately wants good friends, but she's unable to trust or rely on others due to her own hangups that have been stamped by her pastlife. Think she and Bernice would get along great if she'd just shirked this up stairs/downstairs mentality, realise it doesn't matter, find her own self esteem, and just be herself. If she was just herself, I think she'd find that she'd be accepted which would help her self esteem so much. Welp. this got away from me. I just have a lot of empathy for the silly little twit. The Writer's do a great job of toeing the line with Ada, she'll do something questionable but then draw you back in. You might want to hate her but you just can't.

[butterfrogmantis]

I'VE BEEN PROMISING THESE FUCKERS SINCE AUGUST AND I'VE FINALLY DONE IT HERE'S THE VILLAIN NYMPH I'VE HAD IN MY HEAD FOR LIKE 4-5 MONTHS NOW

Nymph kingdoms tend to be segregated via area and species – nymphs themselves are a complex and intricate species, and there’s no true way to classify them all since flying, water, flower, sand and ground nymphs all exist, as well as many other species. But for the purposes of these character’s we’re looking at the kingdom of the water nymphs situated in the cursed land aka home and surrounding forest of the smurfs, also including the forbidden forest and a little beyond.

Whilst Merfolk of the ocean also operate within seperate kingdoms including Atlantica, nymphs have their own territories and laws. Queen Kailani of the ocean nymphs was bethroathed to a forest nymph at a young age in order to settle a dispute between the territories inbetween the sea and land. Their union was a fairly happy one as far as royal engagements go, and after some years they produced their first heir - a beautiful lake nymph they named Laguna, destined to be the future queen. As far as peace between the forest and ocean kingdoms was going, everything was peaceful, and after some time the Queen was pregnant again.

The king died during her pregnancy. And whilst there was a period of mourning, the entire kingdom was eager and excited for the birth of his surviving heir, with rumours and bets on her potential beauty and whether it would match that of her sister's. So when the royal announcer proclaimed that the younger princess has been born with dominian as a swamp nymph … there was a lot of silence over the kingdom that day. Swamp nymphs are … grungy, and common and … totally not fitting the aesthetic of the beautiful ocean, lake and forest kingdoms that blossomed with bright colours and wonderful scents. Never the less, she was their princess and the nymphs had to accept that.

Years passed. Kailani attempted to include both of her daughters in regular princess duties but however much her family treated with her existence with a sort of grim reluctance, Helodia was no fool to the whispers and taunts behind her back from the servants and kingdom folk. "Who is the queen kidding, that beautiful ballgown has no place on a swamp nymph" and so forth. It was perhaps a flaw in Kailani to pretend these comments weren't being made and refused to acknowledge or address them ever, instead just trying to shove her youngest into the lime light over and over again despite her protests.

Laguna was marginally better. She at least would try and approach the issues with Helodia after the facts, but any sort of push back and Laguna would give up, even call her sister selfish and ungrateful. Perhaps if they'd tried harder Helodia's fate would not have been so sealed.

Helodia did have one friend she trusted. A young Smurfling she had met whilst hiding on her birthday from the castle seamstress after deliberately ripping her new gown. The young Smurfling Sorcerer sympathised with her issues, being already groomed in a way to become the next leader of his own village, and having the weight of expecatation to be 'perfect' as a leader felt very similar to Helodia, and she thought him on her side. When the pressures of leadership got too much for them, they'd both sneak out and meet up. Sorcerer would show off the powerful magic he was only just learning to control. Helodia would demonstrate her control over water, and the swamp specific powers she had which includes an ability to connect better with Bog Goblins - an otherwise fierce and terrifying cousin species of the sapient goblins.

Years pass some more, talk of Laguna's coronation is coming up and whether the queen will pass over the crown during her lifetime or not. During this time Helodia and Laguna fight again, with Laguna once again accusing her sister of selfishness for always staying out of the spotlight and hiding from her responsibilities as a royal and leaving 100% of the stress and hard work onto her. Helodia accuses her sister of never caring about the bullying and bigotry she faces and flees to find Sorcerer again.

To her surprise, Sorcerer sides with her sister - Sorcerer has been through rigorous training to control his unstable magic as well as being constantly trained to become the next Smurf leader. He knows the stresses, and knows how much Helodia used to shut everyone out as a kid even on the few times she admitted Laguna had tried to reach out (but gave up when Helodia put up walls) he feels Helodia is too harsh and is in the wrong here and doesn't understand the pressure of leadership because it's never been assumed she'll get any.

Helodia is PISSED. The ONE person she thought she trusted has, in her mind, sided with the enemy. She thought she and Sorcerer were alike all these years but now she thinks he's more like her sister, Sorcerer has the pressure of needing to be perfect sure, but he's loved and appreciated by his village all the same.

Helodia won't ever be loved by her people. And if she can't be loved by them, she might as well be feared.

That's the turning point.

In truth, Helodia's main conflict is with her own people. With her mother and sister, and especially every stupid citizen that ever judged her for things outside of her control like her god damn BIRTH. If Laguna is so stressed about becoming queen then why not just … take that responsibility off her, huh? Why not take the crown by force and force the people to love or fear her, as long as she has the power over them Helodia no longer cares.

Smurf Village was never Helodia's issue before. But she does hold a grudge against her once friend Sorcerer.

And when he and the others try and stand against her on the side of Laguna.

Well. Then they're just in the way.

Kailani, Laguna and Helodia are mine

Baby/Sorcerer originally belongs to The Smurfs, adapted by me

[fuck-customers]

I figured I'd talk about it anyways since I'm here, hey, it's the person who went on the big long rant with housekeeping and the supervisor drama with D and all that shit. I'm here to talk about the borderline p*do we have on staff that no one is doing jack shit about :)

so first thing, Blondie has been caught staring at people's asses all the time. again, specifically the group of housekeepers who are 18-21. I don't know Blondie's actual age, but he's like. in his 40s via his appearance. not the kind of man who should be staring at recent high school graduates. he does this to a lot of people.

(side note: we have two housekeepers with the same name, so I call one Tiny and one Weekend to keep them straight in my head) (same reason i'm calling him Blondie. also because i need some fake thing to call them here)

so Tiny T was running too. Running, i didn't get into in my other ask, is basically taking those big blue carts, and grabbing trash and linen from the hallways, and taking them where they need to go, either laundry or the dumpster outside. So Tiny T was doing a run of linen, and Blondie was like, oh i'll help, because, as i'm sure you can assume by the nickname i'm calling her, she doesn't look strong, and she really isn't. she BEGRUDGINGLY accepts, because what else are you gonna do, and two incidents come from this.

One, Tiny T heard him using voice-to-text to text someone on the phone. whatever, it happens, weird to do at work, but rolls my eyes gets over it. except, what he said, and she quoted it to me, so i'm quoting it here, was "I'm so happy we're together, but you can't tell your mom."

uhm. if you know anything about grooming, that gives you MAJOR pause, because that's some textbook shit right there. voms in my mouth. shudders. but. it's technically out of work, out of our hands, we don't even know who he was talking to, maybe it is a fully grown woman with a shitty mom, who knows, we don't, major side eye and we move on.

then, when they take the linen down and sort it into the tubs for washing, they find a used condom at the bottom of the blue cart. gross, but not uncommon in hotels. he looks at this, then looks at Tiny T (an adult women with a boyfriend, who he KNOWS) and says 'that's for men to use... did you know that? ... haven't used one in ten years...'

fucking EXCUSE ME ??? EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME ???? i'm so fucking sick thinking about it and it didn't even happen to me, it happened to my work friend, i'm SICK. but the next thing here is Worse in my opinion.

A thing about runners that is important to know is that they don't generally go into the rooms, they just grab what's in the halls. when I ran, I would pop into rooms to ask if they needed help stripping a room, but other than that, I wouldn't. they also don't take those blue carts into any room. there's no reason to, it gets in the way, and just. no.

housekeepers also need to keep their doors open, at the VERY least with the latch to the door (forgot the name, the weird thing at the top, secondary lock thing) keeping the door open.

so my coworker P is like, digging under the couch since she saw some trash under there when she hears a noise. So, she sits up to look over the counter of the kitchen to see what that noise was. And it is Blondie. In her room. with the blue cart. and the door SHUT. all the way shut.

nothing came of this, but imagine if she hadn't heard that click. if her music was any louder. it makes me fucking SICK to think about that.

so what does she do ? she goes to Manager, who is both Housekeeping Manager, and part of HR now. she should help right ??

except nothing has been done. he still works here. he still runs. he still has access to the girls. and NOTHING has been done.

i'm encouraging P to come with me to get her the HELL out of this environment, as she's really the main one who he focuses all his gross attention on, but. you can see why we feel uncomfortable with talking to this manager without J by our side, when she literally hasn't done anything to help with something this serious.

i'm so sick of this job tbh. i'm so sick of it. so glad i'm leaving relatively soon honestly :/

Posted by admin Rodney.

[badboyzbingobrunch]

Gorgeous (part 1) 18+

Hawthorne Michael Langdon x Fem witch reader

( enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary:

After the announcement that a warlock will be completing the 7 wonders, both the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies try to put up an appearance of peace between the rival schools. This new chapter of peace between witches and warlocks has a potential to pave the way for the future of magic, but when Hawthorne’s “Wonder boy” is found out to be a cheat by (y/n) she fights to make him reveal himself.

****************************************************** “Alright, Ladies. Load up on the buses” Ms. Myrtle was instructing all of the students of Robichaux’s to our respective buses. The boys school had agreed to host us out of a good faith arrangement while one of their own would be performing the 7 wonders. A male completing the 7 wonders would be a sight to behold. There has never been a warlock in history who could complete 4 of the 7 wonders let alone all of them.

It was an excruciating bus ride from Louisiana to California but, after our arrival, we were greeted by every boy attending Hawthorne’s. I looked around to each of their faces. Any one of these boys could be him. It was actually pretty exciting to experience history in the making. Robichaux students were grouped into 3s and escorted to our rooms for the next two weeks. I was grouped with Amber and Elena. I was pretty new to the academy, so anyone else was grouped with would be a stranger. They seemed nice though. Each room had a large bathroom with a tub and shower. Eager to wash the bus off, my roommates and I piled into the bathroom and began washing up. “Do you think he’s cute?” Amber was washing her ginger hair in the sink as she asked Elena who was fully submerged in the tub. Elena shrugged. “A lot of them are cute.” I was in the shower letting the hot water cure the ache in my tired bones. Personally more interested in how powerful this “wonder boy” was than if he were cute. We were asked to wear the feminine version of Hawthorne’s school uniform which was a complex uniform consisting of a button up shirt, satin vest, tie, blazer, knee length skirt, stockings and Mary Janes in all black except for the long sleeve button up shirt which was white. We were expected to wear this uniform every day during our attendance here. Were we expected to participate in lessons? I suddenly felt nervous about this venture. What if I embarrassed myself in front of these strangers? My nerves kept sleep at bay. Looking at the clock it was 5 am, and I heaved a defeated sigh before putting on the uniform and pulling my hair into a neat style. Maybe the library would be a good place to practice my spells before breakfast. The entire school was silent, as everyone slept peacefully. The underground school was a true work of art, looking much more suited for a museum instead of a school. As I approached the library I could hear faint cursing from the other side of the door. I reached for the door knob just as a tall blonde boy ran out and slammed against me. The force was so intense that I fell back hard onto my bottom. He stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and sneered in my direction. “Watch where you are going.” He spoke calmly with a cold indifference as he rolled his eyes and took elegant strides away from me. “You ran into me, jerk!” I called after him in vain as he disappeared down the hallway. Such a punk! It doesn’t matter how neatly groomed he may be. He is still a thug. A dark haired boy equally well groomed exited the library next and extended a hand to help me up. “William Banks. It’s a pleasure to meet such a lovely witch so early in the morning.” I accepted his hand with a grateful smile. “(Y/n) (L/n). It’s a pleasure to be met by a gentleman after a run in with a thug. What was his problem anyway?” William shrugged. “Something about his dad not answering him. He must be dead or something because he keeps casting summoning circles. Langdon is a weird guy, but way powerful.” My heart ached at the thought of the boy desperately trying to contact his dead father, and suddenly his rudeness was easily forgivable. “Thank you for your kindness. I’ll see you around?” William nodded eagerly. “Absolutely you will.”

Michael POV:

I just can’t understand why he isn’t answering me? Am I supposed to complete the 7 wonders on my own? Am I supposed to be proving myself to him? “Mr. Langdon! Perhaps you misunderstood the rule that ALL students were to be in attendance of their respective classes at 7 sharp. Maybe you thought you didn’t need to learn more from us now that you are our resident GOLDENCHILD, but I assure you that you do.” Mr. Chablis stood over the couch that I was resting my eyes on. I stood as respectfully as I could as I looked down at his smaller frame. “Forgive me, sir. I was up all night practicing for my performance of the 7 wonders. I rested my eyes for only a moment, but time got away from me.” I gave a small apologetic smile hoping to successfully charm him into staying out of my business. “Right! Well drink this, it’ll put some PEP back into your step.” He handed me a black mug filled with a camel colored liquid. I scrunched my nose as I tried to decipher what he was giving me. “What is it?” “Coffee!” Mr. Chablis then preceded to laugh at his own joke. A joke I was obviously not privy to because I was unaware of what was supposed to be funny about giving a boy a cup of coffee? Was I the joke. Was my reaction what was funny to him? I shook the thoughts from my head and brought the warm porcelain to my lips. The liquid burned my tongue and esophagus. But I only focused on the flavor. My mouth would heal in about a 3 seconds, but I liked the creamy flavor of this drink. It was a curious blend of bitter and sweet. Mr. Chablis was right. It did put some “pep” in my step. My first class was transfiguration which was Mr. Chablis‘ class. Obviously he is the only instructor who cares if I am late. I arrived in the middle of the girl’s academy instructor teaching how to change the color of roses. “Thank you, for joining us. Just take a flower and sit anywhere. We haven’t started yet, so you are just in time.” Mr. Chablis extended a bucket filled with white roses towards me. I took one with a nod of appreciation to my instructor. The girl who got in my way last night was sitting in a corner all alone. Why was she outside the library so early anyway? The witches came all this way just to see me perform the 7 wonders. Maybe she came to see me. I may as well have a little fun with them while they are here for me, right? I strutted towards her and sat on the floor of the library. My knee gently grazed her thigh as I sat. I expected some sort of reaction of excitement, but she only gave me a small nod acknowledging my presence before turning her attention towards her instructor. Playing hard to get huh? That’s okay, I like cat and mouse. I redirected my attention to the instructor who was twirling her own white rose in her hand. “Today we are going to be changing the color of these roses. It can be any color you like but it must be one solid color. Do not focus too hard on the change or it may change many times, and do not focus to little or the rose will not change at all. Roses are stubborn like that.” She examined her rose and continued. “Try to imagine the rose shifting in your mind and encourage the rose to change.” She extended the rose for everyone to see and smiled as it shifted from white to a deep red. “Now you try.” The girl beside you focused deeply on her rose. Quicker than anyone else’s it shifted to a warm yellow. I looked at the white rose in my hand. It was the color of innocence and purity. I imagined it becoming tainted with my energy. The petals turned to a deep red before shifting quickly to black before the petals fell and turned to ash as they hit the ground. There were several cheers from my schoolmates who were struggling to change the color of their own roses. “Ms. Benson, He didn’t follow instructions.” It was a girl’s voice from beside me. I leaned in to whisper into her ear playfully. “Tattle tale.” Her ears and cheeks began turning red from my small action. Cute. The instructor came towards us and smiled softly.

“No, you did the task right. You only put too much into it. Remember that the flower is stubborn but also precious. Think about something precious to you, something that you wouldn’t want to hurt with your magic and try again.” 

            She handed me a new rose and just like before it turned deep red, then black, then the petals fell and turned to ash when they hit the floor. I cracked my neck in frustration and tried again with the same result. Why couldn’t I do this? My vision began to blur and I felt the familiar drip of blood from my nose. I was wasting too much energy on this. Suddenly, the rose in my hand burst into flames resulting in shocked gasps from the others in the room. Not beside me though, I felt a friendly hand soothing the tension on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t have anything to prove.” That’s where she is wrong. I was fading into my subconscious, but her one stupid fucking comment grounded me into reality. I grabbed the front of her jacket and pulled her up so that she was eye level with me. “You don’t fucking know me.” In one swift motion I released her and stood. I then wiped my nose on my jacket sleeve and left the library.

******************************************************

        I adjusted my uniform as he left. “Damn…Wonder boy is touchy.” One of the girls from Robichaux’s spoke. Her name is Coco. I didn’t know her personally but when we took lessons together she seemed nice. “Are you okay, (y/n)? That was a real dick move.” I nodded as Coco tried to comfort me. I felt overwhelmed and dizzy. Suddenly my vision began to blur and I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw was Ms. Benson’s face as she cleared space for me to breathe. 

        I woke up in a small infirmary with Ms. Benson placing a cold wet rag onto my forehead. She gasped and called the attention to someone else in the room. “Cordelia! She’s awake.” The face of my supreme came into view and she elegantly took a seat at the foot of my recovery bed. “Are you alright, (y/n)?” I nodded slowly as I sat up in the bed. my muscles ached as I moved. I must have been laying in one spot for a long time. “I need you to be very honest with me. Did Michael do this to you?” Her voice was grave. I enthusiastically shook my head. “No! I just fainted. He yelled at me, but he didn’t do anything. I didn’t sleep last night and I’ve been practicing so much. I think I am just exhausted and fainted..” Cordelia nodded in understanding and began petting my head in a motherly display of affection. “Why do you ask? Is he in trouble?” Cordelia and Ms Benson looked to each other silently before Ms benson answered. “He has been banned from performing the 7 wonders because of what we thought he did to you.” I sprung up so quickly that my head flooded and fell back onto the pillow. “You have to tell him he can perform them again! How long have I been asleep?” Ms. Benson patted my forehead with the cold rag and nodded. “You have only been asleep a couple of days. It was a temporary ban until you woke to tell us what happened.” 

        I rose slowly this time. “I have to tell him I’m sorry…” Cordelia and Ms. Benson helped me up. “Would you rather one of us did it?” Cordelia offered gently. I shook my head now able to stand on my own two feet. I need to know where he is.-“ “- I can show you to his room.” William Banks was standing in the doorway.  With a small bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.

[hallaheart]

evie

talking about pet loss

today is day 6, or day 7 from when we first learned the situation last thursday and made our decision to let go of Evie for her quality of life. Right now, we are doing as okay as we can be. Evie was a cat who was always around us or in our shadow, so her not being around hits pretty hard just because her behavior and where she liked to hang out was predictable. The situation was that Evie had a dental cleaning just before we flew to Philly for a good friend's wedding a few weeks ago. She has not been grooming lately, but we and the vet suspected it was because she needed a lot of dental work done. During the dental cleaning, they found a mass under her tongue and did a biopsy. When we got back we got the news that the biopsy revealed it was a squamous cell carcinoma which is a highly aggressive tumor and apparently the most common kind to affect kitty mouths. We met with a vet oncologist last Thurs who examined her and found that in just the time since the biopsy one week before that the tumor had actually grown at a pretty alarming rate. E was not able to eat or drink on her own almost all of last week and was hiding/not very active, though she still was sitting with us and purring with pets and love. The treatments available for the tumor were all basically pretty extreme….chemo pills (which she had to be able to swallow whole on her own, which she physically could not do) and a feeding tube. And we had a long talk with the vet who explained (really well) that basically any treatment would have the goal of just keeping her where she currently was vs it getting worse, and obviously… the place where she was was not a good quality of life. There was not any treatment for E that was actually a bridge to having a healthy cat back--it would just basically buy her more time at a really poor quality of life until eventually she would die in a lot of pain and suffering because she couldn't eat or drink. The week before was the most stressful week of my life because of how much I was worried about her not eating. She lost a ton of weight in just a few days. The choice of course is not easy, but there was no other choice we could make where we would have done right by her. So we talked with the vet and brought Evie home Thursday night and scheduled her appointment for Friday morning. We got one last evening with her and her last morning she hung out in all the sunniest patches of the house, even laying on her side for a bit and relaxing. She's only been kind of tightly loafing lately because it was obvious she was in a lot of pain, so seeing her relaxed just felt like... she might have known it would be over soon and could accept it. When we came back to the vet Friday and it was time, i was able to hold her in my lap for the whole time, in one of her blankies, as she fell asleep and then right up to the end. The moment was actually very peaceful and it felt right and beautiful that i got to hold her. they had a white noise machine in the room that i have at home, which i use every night, so i turned that on to the setting we use at bedtime, and we played Asleep by the Smiths and I held her so tight. She was so calm and peaceful, and I felt such a weight off my chest even though it was over. We were so lucky in many ways with this. We got a very certain picture of her diagnosis and her outlook for treatment, a really great vet staff who were compassionate, honest, and helpful in every step of the road and careful to explain everything to us. Most people don't have the luxury of one more night with their pets, or of knowing that the choice to put a pet to sleep is the only right one versus having to choose not to pursue expensive courses of treatment. It's been a weird couple days because occasionally i get so sad, but i also have not felt like the sadness was insurmountable

She was my best friend and my soul cat, she slept with me every night so the first night without her was so hard. I held the blankie so tight. This morning was tough because Luna has really seemed to realize that she's gone. She woke us up early and spent hours running around the house checking all the spots where Evie has been hiding while sick. This destroyed me. We tried to explain to her the whole time, because I don't know if she can understand us, but we try to explain it to her. It's been about 6 days now. It feels like a lifetime, and also like it just happened yesterday. There's two things that still punch me in the gut everytime--getting back and opening the front door and only having one cat run to greet me, and then going to bed every night alone makes me feel like I'm going to puke.

Losing Evie just feels so soon. It was such a fast decline from the biopsy news to the vet appointment to the final day. It sounds kind of bad--but Luna is so much older that i thought we'd be on this hell ride with Luna first because we've only had Evie for about 9 years and she was only about a year old when I got her. I wish she was with us longer. I miss her so much, but im also glad and honored that like, i could be the one to take on all the pain she was feeling so she doesn't have to suffer anymore... But it also really fucking sucks to lose my best friend no matter how hard I try to be stoic about it. Its been up and down, for a while im doing like so okay, and I forget, but then like I do a goofy run to the bathroom to shower, and forget that she wasn't there to chase me like she always does, and then I cry my eyes out in the shower.

She loved to sit on me while i was gaming on my laptop or during meetings at work. She always liked to scratch the back of my work chair and if I put my desk in standing mode or get up to go get a drink, i came back to her sitting in my chair like it was the throne. She loved to be on camera, so playing DND on Discord this week was so hard. I had a lump in my throat the whole time and it was hard to focus. Same with work meetings.

And it was so fast how bad she got? It was such a decline like just over the week in how she was feeling, and then it was so fast from the vet oncologist to the end, but also like... she was doing so bad Friday morning as far as eating/drinking that if i hadn't scheduled it already i would have called them and been like, we need to do it today. I couldn't bear another week of her not eating and hiding. She could hardly move or respond to things. There was a moment Thurs night that i got up in the middle of the night and i was a little afraid she was already gone, she was so still.

Evie and I had a bond literally almost from the first moment we met; we were visiting some cats because we wanted to get a buddy for Luna and we picked her up--she had just arrived in the shelter, and she put her chin on my shoulder, hugged me and purred like a 747. And that was just how she always was ever since, even at the very end she was so happy to be held and so at peace in my arms. Sharing the last picture I took of her the morning of. I love this picture. She was so relaxed that morning, enjoying watching the lizards outside from the sunniest patch. She laid on my chest and purred, like she always did.

the world is so much grayer without her in it

[blucassiopeia]

Liar

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, angst, comfort, hot violent semi, singer!reader

A Semi Eita x reader one shot or maybe not one shot

a/n: nervous about my first one shot.. criticisms will be accepted. it'll make me improve my works.

Semi groaned at the start of his day, smashing his eagle-designed alarm clock at his night table. He thought it was stupid for his highschool volleyball teammates to have a matching alarm clock that's so annoyingly loud every morning. He glared at it as he made his way to his bath.

It's a start of an another stressful dayーmorphed to a normal one because of the repetitive occurences. Brief sched meetings, interviews, band practices, photoshoots, recordings and repeat. But not on weekends though. On weekends, he can say that he can breathe even though he's basked in his popularity and non-existent privacy.

There's no remorse with this kind of life whatsoever. It's his way to cope up, to keep him busy, to drive himself away from his thoughts of her. A woman that's not you.

You saw her for the first time when Semi's management had to contact you for a very special event you're going to perform with him. You thought it was a recording or a mini event on malls, anything was on mind but a wedding.

"A wedding?"

You remembered how he stared at you with tired eyes, drumming his pen on the table in front of his slouching figure. He hummed a minute after and closed his eyes, massaged his temples and brows.

"Look, I really need to perform a song. I need it to be perfect. And I need a counterpart, and a co-singer for the... event." He made the last word sound so bitter in his tongue.

Semi is known is the music industry for his talentsーthough he has a band second to being also a singer-songwriter, and he has you for a fan. It's a secret you swear to God no one shall know because you're kinda shy and awestruck right now. He's also known as a friendly and approachable one in front of the cams, but so cold and distant off-cam. Workaholic.

"But why me?"

"The management picked you. Ask them. So..? Will you or will you not?"

You scowled at his tone. He shall ask you nicely. But, offers like this wouldn't come by often and it'll be a boost in your career if you'll do it with Semi, so the next day,¹ you started practicing with him in his studio.

Semi's songs are often emotional, and if you knew better, he's addressing it to someone special. But you never imagined him and his eyes glazing over at this particular song you've been practicing now for two days.

"I'm sorry. Can we have a break?"

His voice close to hitching, he's gulping so hard and can't seem to focus his eyes. He exited his studio and went somewhere else inside this condo of his, and you were met with silence. You sighed and looked around.

Pictures were scattered in his corkboard, you were drawn onto it. Volleyball. His teammates. Training camps. College. Trips. A golden-haired girl. More of it. More of her.

Slices of Semi's life in front of you. What a pleasure to be here.

You continued the practices with him steeling his resolve to finish the songs without having to take breaks in between. The wedding is nearing and he had prepared everything for you. All you have left to do is to be with him, stay by his side throughout the length of the event and sing with him.

You have seen pro-volleyball players in the venue, and a lot more familiar faces from his friends. The newly-wedded couple was gorgeous and loving, until you realized that the girl in Semi's pictures were the same as the one in front of you.

"Semi-saaan! Is she your date?" Her eyes full of amazement and excitement dunned over Semi that's having a hand on your waist, you felt it froze and gripped.

"Hm. Isn't that obvious? I can't attend some event like this without a date." Liar.

"Oi! Semi! Invite me in your wedding too, okay?" The groom spoke in between his conversation with the other men in his side.

"Of course!" That smile he flashes are fake. Liar.

The first dance of the wedded couple is on and this is the time where you and Semi had to the work you've been practicing on. The rhythm starts and throughout those songs, all you see is a heartbroken Semi in front of his mic, gazing at the bride. It's showinv in his voice that you had to hold his hand to get his attention. He tried to give you eye contact but it's unsuccessful. His gazes always flying back to where his heart is.

"Tsukishima Ran, am I going to call you now with his surname? You're still ugly." Laughs were all over the venue when he said that, few hoots and cheers on their high school friends.

"I just wanna say one thing coz I don't wanna make this long. Man, I know you'll make her happy so I'm just gonna ask you not to leave her. Cherish her more each passing day. It'll be easy for you, it's in your vows. And please, let me hang out with your kids in the future, I'm gonna teach them how to be like me. Bestest wishes to the both of you and more poops in the future." Laughs erupted again as Semi passed the mic on the emcee.

The rest of the night were worse, you watching Semi that's watching the bride from afar. You had to say something. "Why didn't you?"

"It's not in the agreement to talk about my life, Y/n." You shivered at his cold tone and never dared to speak again till the end of the event.

And it was the last time you had sang with Semi, or even talked with him. Whenever you find yourselves in the same room, he avoids you with all his might.

You had listened to his every song you have 3 favorites now, you picked his interest in volleyball, even watched league matches live, and swinging by his condo, just to be shut out by him. You were worried for him. You knew he needs someone to talk to, someone to share his problems and dilemmas with. You. He needs you.

You're in love with the broken Semi Eita.

And he's oblivious to that fact. He walked out of his condo just to find another goodies placed in his doorway inside a basket. He huffs and brought it inside with the others and started his routine again. He has to keep moving to be preoccupied. He has to be so tired that when he comes home later that night, he'll just plop to his bed and straight to sleep, not having space for unnecessary thoughts.

It was already a year and the woman he love already gave birth to twins. She's still as beautiful as the day he met her, still as radiant and adorable. He wanted to visit her and her kids, but he has to be kind to himself and heal first before showing up.

Like that'll help, he thought.

Whenever he sees you in his space, whenever, he'll be reminded of that day he gave up taking chances on the love of his life. Whenever he sees you, he's smacked by the fact that he'll never move on from her. Whenever he sees you, he'll feel how broken he is. You bring him pain, and he's avoiding you because of that.

"Leave me alone. I don't need to see you every fucking time. I don't want to see you after this. Please. Get away from me." He said one time when he found you again in his door, bringing your usual goodies.

"Liar."

That word sent a sharp pain to Semi as he stared at you, jaw dropped.

"You have been lying to yourself since that wedding, Semi Eita. When will you stop?"

He can't comprehend your words, faltered by his shock and disbelief, and anger arising. He felt his blood boil and dragged you inside and closed the door. You saw how his condo changed from the last time you've been here. Your eyes stopped wondering at the punch he gave to the door behind you.

"Who do you think you are to say those words to me? What do you know about me? You know nothing. Stop pestering me and get the hell out of my life!"

"Liar." Why did you drag me in, then? You wanted to say that. But not now that his eyes were blazing, but you can't back down. There's still that something in him that magnetizes you, something..

"Stop calling me a liar! You don't know what I've been through so stop calling me that!"

"Stop lying, then!" You snapped back at him. Both of you were breathing heavy, his breath fanning in your face.

The tension was stagnant for a while, you're not daring to back down from his hateful glares. He was growling, you're sure if you're not a girl you would be across his genkan by now because of his anger.

That was just cut off by his phone ringing. He slammed the door once and went straight to his living room to talk to the caller. That was your chance to breathe. Fuck, he was so close.

"Ran?" He paused and shuts his eyes close, throat bobbing. "Yea, I almost forgot, it's Saturday. I'm sorry. Gonna be there in 15." His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Hm, I'm okay. Yes.ーyes."

Then he dropped the call and went straight to youーno, to the door behind you to open it, ignoring your presence. You don't wanna be locked out alone in his condo so you immediately slithered your way out before he closes the door. He groaned and left you, yet you followed him.

You know you'll follow him anywhere.

He was so fucked out when you followed him even to Ran's house. The moment you stepped out of your own carーto which was not your plan because you planned on riding his car forcefullyーhe managed to get a hold of your elbow and gripped it tight sending you shots of pain you whimpered.

"I told you to stay away from me, Y/n! Why did you follow me all the way here!?"

"You'll be putting yourself in danger."

He blinked once and you felt his grip loosened for a second. There was a swift wave of falter on his raged expression.

"For the last time, PLEASE stay away from me! Stop following me around! I don't want you near me! PLEASE!"

"Not a chance, Semi. If you can't fix yourself, then I will do it myself. You're not getting rid of me coz I'm not gonna give up until you take that fucking mask off your face!"

That day you stormed inside a house uninvited, Semi knew it was impossible to push you away. That day when you talked with Ran that you'll be with him babysitting her kids, Semi regretted he dragged you to his world. That day you squealed upon gazing at the twins, he knew he was doomed. That day when he saw you carrying one of the twins he's supposed to be babysitting, for a brief second, he wanted to be true to himself. Not to Ran, but to you.

Sugawara Koshi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

[hellfireconfessions]

Hey there, is Guri here. You may know me from years or unfortunately for all the drama before HF shutdown. All this situation is getting a lot put of hand for me, and I wanted to reach out here in order to explain what happened on my side ( if anything is worder incorrectly, please let me know, English is not my first language.)

Ok, so... About the doc. Some people may have read it already, and may not know what it means because the wording wasn't the better but I'll give some context. It was a story from a villain character POV on their abussive relationship with other character, both of the characters are from my creation. "Did the doc contained grooming?" No, both characters are adults. The villain character met the other character once when it was small and then didn't met each other after the other one was adult. "Did the doc had sexual content?" No, the "love bites" were a trait I gave to my characters subspecies, but since the character in question was a villain, the bites used to happen a lot more than usual. "Did the doc had zoophilia?" no, both characters are animals. "Did the doc had non-con/rape?" No, all the doc is basically the villain saying that they love biting the second character and that they love the taste of the blood. "What does the [ But she had a body I can't recall her to have] then?" the original concept of the character was a normal bipedal Utahraptor with some feathers, later was revamped to a quadrupedal more "cat-like" creature. That line meant that the character used to remember the other as s feathered normal Utahraptor, and now that they are adults, seeing her as a completely new creature with different features is weird. "What does [ swollen womb] means?" pregnancy, thought it would be another way to say it. The doc had a trigger warning on the very top and was censored entirely, to ensure the safety of sensitive readers. But many people ignored it.

I haven't groomed anyone, I'm not a pedophile, I'm not a zoophile. My characters does not define me, I'm sorry if anyone has felt uncomfortable with the doc. I truly thought that putting a warning and censoring it would be fine. The server in which was posted was a +17 server, which a few 16 years old members. No one has reached to me about the docs until noodles did on a report ticket, I got a final warning and got my pack rep removed and accepted the punishment. But aside from that, I haven't done anything. I would like to ask for the harassment and lies about me to stop, saying that im a pedophile, zoophile, that i promote incest, rape and other horrible things is not true, even I heard that some people were saying that they had proof of me grooming people and that there was a supposed victim. Of course, when you asked for the evidence, none was provided aside from the doc.

I been banned from server which I haven't played on, all for a doc that staff decided it was not banneable. Getting into my personal space and insulting my family is also not ok, while I won't blame the entire dentem et pluma pack even if the comments they made about me were horrible and I had never talked about them that way, one thing is insulting me as a player, other different is including my husband as Snail did. I make this announcement as an attempt for people to also see my side of things, that I am sorry for how everything took place and that even if horrible things were said towards me, I mean no ill intentions towards my aggressors that as long you didn't insulted my family. Guys, this is a dinosaur game, it's totally ok to not be friends with everyone but what is not ok is harassing, insulting and getting in the personal life of someone over a dino game. Stop the doxxing too, stop judging the private lives of members. If anyone would like to talk about what happened and have a fresh start/make amends. My DMs are always open.

normally i wouldnt approve but i dont know the exact details of what happened so ill let yall go at it

[gulnarsultan]

The noble house of Black. Cygnus and Lady Black's family.

~ Cygnus and you met at a thoroughbred party. You were the first woman to attract Cygnus' attention. So it didn't take long for Cygnus to start courting you. After a short courtship, he proposed to you. Your wedding day was so glamorous.

~ After marriage, Cygnus wanted heirs. It was impossible for her older brother Alphard to have children. Even if her older sister and Orion were married for a few years, they did not have children. Moreover, he did not consider Orion worthy of being an heir. You want your children to be too. You got pregnant safely in a short time.

~ Cygnus has taken great care of you in all your pregnancies. He found all your requests, even though it was too late, and brought them to you. He was trying to put his hands on your stomach and feel the baby's movements. In 1951, your twin sons, Archer and Rigel, were born. Cygnus took your sons in his arms with a proud smile on his face. You had two daughters named Bellatrix in 1952 and Andromeda in 1953. Your last child, Narcissa, was born in 1955.

~ You have taken care of all of your children from their infancy. You never trusted nannies. You wanted to take care of them yourself. Cygnus and your kids love watching their playtime.

~ You comb your girls' hair and give them different shapes. You sing them fairy tales, songs and lullabies. You organize many activities that you will do together. You have made it a habit to buy your daughters dresses and jewellery.

~ You go on vacations as a family. You want your kids to see different places and discover new things. You take a lot of photos during the holidays.

~ You are very happy when your children receive their Hogwarts acceptance letters. You say you and Cygnus are proud of them. Cygnus is very proud that each of your children has settled in the Slytherin house.

~ You support Walburga during her pregnancies and giving birth. You share your experiences with him about children. You help her with motherhood as much as you can.

~ You strive to have good relations with your children's cousins. You act as a mediator when they fight.

~ Sirius and Regulus see you as a mother figure. Since Sirius Slytherine was not elected, you are giving him emotional support against the pressures. Regulus is a happier and more talkative boy next to you and his cousins.

~ You secretly support Sirius after he escaped. You give him a house inherited from your own family. You send a letter at least once a week to make sure you're okay.

~ Your sons are marrying pureblood witches. Your daughters Bellatrix and Andromeda Lestrange are getting engaged with their brothers. Andromeda doesn't want that, even if Bellatrix doesn't really care. You knew Andromedan was in love with a muggle. You had a private conversation with your daughter about it. You said that if she really loves, she should run away. Maybe you wouldn't be a happy family like before, but you would never turn away from him. You promised to write secretly. Andy had given up on running. Your two daughters had a beautiful wedding. Later, your daughter Narcissa married Lucius Malfoy. Even if you don't like your grooms very much, it's okay for you as long as your girls are happy.

~ You have always been there for your daughters during their pregnancy and giving birth. You helped your grandchildren as much as you could. With Cygnus, you win grandparents of the year awards.

~ You're saving Regulus' life. But for his sake, you had to keep this secret. After Orion dies, Walburga's condition worsens. You are doing your best to support him in these difficult days. You try not to leave him alone.

~ You do everything to protect your family during the wizarding war. You are very afraid that something will happen to your children and grandchildren. However, thanks to the luck on your side, you will not lose anyone from your family.

~After your husband dies, you have 12 Grimmauld Places. Because there are no other Black survivors. You spend most of your time with your children and grandchildren.

~ You are very sad when Sirius is sent to Akzaban. You believe with all your heart that he is innocent. You are the first person Sirius from Akzaban went to when he came out. You give him a place to stay and hide him.

@motherofdragons1998

[wishitweresummer]

My take on the Caiti/George situation and what I will be doing going forward.

(Just saying my piece as somebody who makes content about the Dream Team - so this is really for people wondering what I think and if I will be continuing to make content.)

TW - Sensitive and serious subject.

This situation just sucks so much for so many reasons. First, I don’t think it should have been brought into the public eye at all. I think it all boils down to a misunderstanding and a push of boundaries. Not assault. Not harassment. Not rape. Not grooming.

It was all brought out publically anyway so let’s try to learn from it. Our takeaways should be about support, power dynamics, safety, and awareness of boundaries. Caiti is upset because her boundaries were crossed. Her feelings are 100% valid. It’s awful to see how what George did affected her and I hope she can heal. Her friend’s should have protected her. Everyone in the room should have, obviously.

One huge issue I have here is Caiti is referring to George pushing her boundaries as Sexual Assault. This is causing reactions to go to extremes. Making a girl uncomfortable is bad and can have pretty serious social consequences. Sexually Assaulting a girl is a crime and it can put you in jail.

Fans are getting defensive and hostile because instead of George getting a chance to develop and learn as a person, he could potentially lose his platform. On my own timeline I’ve seen death threats against George and young fans. George shouldn’t have done what he did. George should know better. But, if we don’t give people room to grow and change, then people will work harder to silence their victims. George listened to how Caiti felt and apologized. The majority of things people I’ve seen found wrong with his responses have seemed nit-picky to me. Or, like it just doesn’t matter what his response is.

George should listen to the women’s voices around him and understand that he is not a regular guy. He needs to behave at a higher standard because there will be a power imbalance between him and every girl he interacts with.

If you think George should lose his platform for this, then that’s your right. I’ve seen a lot of people arguing on both sides. To be honest, it’s exhausting. When it comes down to it, I don’t think it’s any of our decisions anyway. If all of his friends stop making content with him and he never gets welcomed to another event, then it’s really out of our hands. I think that would be ridiculous, but still. Out of my hands.

For me, I’m mostly just tired and sad. I do love this community. The hostility I’ve seen in the community between fans has been awful. Horrifying, really. The death threats, victim blaming, doxxing, baiting. In discords, I’ve watched people that were friends tear into each other. I’ve watched people bait tweet so that they can attack teenagers as a group for staying in the fandom.

For my honest opinion, I think everybody messed up. George the most. George apologized and is taking accountability. And, he is definitely being punished for his actions. I think he will think twice before he tries anything close to this again. That’s what really matters here, to me.

Have whatever opinion you want, but don’t expect to change mine with hostility and threats. We are all human so none of us are going to be perfect. If you disagree with me, that’s okay. This isn’t an attack on you.

I really want everyone to stay safe. This situation has been awful and I’m sure terrible for everybody’s mental health. I know we aren’t the victims here, and I’ve seen a lot of people attacked for just saying they’re sad, but listen. It’s okay. This was sad and awful and scary. And it’s probably not over.

If you need a break, take a break. One more thing, I’ve seen a lot of people asking “Is it okay if I do this?” or “Is it okay for me to feel this?”. We are not a hive mind. We aren’t going to move as a group. Accept that it’s likely all your friends don’t feel exactly as you do. Just remember to stay respectful of their feelings, and your own.

Eventually, I will probably be getting back to my regular posting. I think we are going to see a lot of changes in the content we will see from the Dream Team though, so who really knows. I just wanted to get my own thoughts out here.

Okay, love you guys. <3

Here is a link you can use to find some charities that support girls.

[bonny-kookoo]

Taehyung: Tiny Gentleman

In which Taehyung is constantly too early for his dog's grooming appointments- too often to be accidental. Maybe it's just his hectic life- or maybe, just maybe, it's the teeny tiny crush he has on you.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Taehyung, foreigner!Reader, kim yeontan as cupid, slight language barriers and misunderstandings, Taehyungs superior english skills, mutual pining but mc is scared to read too much into things

Additional Chapter Warnings: he's crushing so bad it's not even funny (it kind of is though)

Chapter length: medium

Languages are marked as: English / Korean

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Kim Yeontan can be.. Quite a character, you've come to learn over the past couple of appointments.

He comes in every four weeks, and while most Idols tend to ask for home visits rather than public appointments, Taehyung comes in like he's any other person. You always make sure to schedule his appointment last, so there's the least chance of someone recognizing him, and breaking the news out, which would lead to the salon getting flooded with people in no time- but there's an issue.

He's always way too early.

At first, you just thought he wanted to make sure he could leave his precious dog in your care- some people have a tendency to question your abilities based on you being a foreigner. You've accepted that judgement; it's not a big deal to you anymore. But then he'd started to turn up earlier and earlier- making you question what his thoughts behind that action are.

Does he not trust you? Does he want to test the boundaries of making a public appearance? You're unsure, and hesitant to ask. It's not like you've got anxiety; but he's Kim Taehyung. Anybody would be nervous to utter a word to him.

And also; your korean is barely decent at best.

Now, technically, you're better than that. After all, didn't just get your job here for nothing- you understand the language almost fluently, and what words you don't know don't matter because you've learned to connect the dots by context. However, when your nerves set in, it's like your ability to speak the language just goes straight down the drain- only language left in your brain being english at best.

And it's not like he talks to you either.

Now, that's normal for other costumers too. They simply assume you don't understand them anyways, and try to navigate in english- and by now, you've gotten too tired to explain the whole language situation over and over again. He usually doesn't need to say anything at all anyways- you know who he is, what he's here for, and nothing else matters apart from that.

You're just leading the big leonberger called Bear back to his owner- the lady instantly cooing at her overgrown puppy eagerly wagging his tail while she praises your work under her breath- when you see him walk in. He bows politely, before sitting down on the side, watching the interaction.

You can learn a lot about a person just by seeing them interact with animals, he's come to learn.

Even the biggest dogs dont seem to scare you; barking leaving you unfazed, a snarling husky once turning into a lapdog just after a few minutes. The dog had never been to a groomer, but needed an urgent appointment- and you've taken the time to sit down and get to know the scared dog first, before earning trust and the ability to work on the pretty wild dog just fine. "They don't speak human, and I don't speak dog." you'd told the owner, who's been an american guy in his mid 30's. "so it sometimes takes a bit of effort on both ends to understand each other."

He'd looked up later what you've said in korean- and his crush on you only deepened.

Now, at first, he simply thought you were pretty. You didn't fit his personal aesthetic what he usually looked for, but instead created a new standard for him. The way you looked, behaved, even talked- he started to think about it during the day at random times when his thoughts would wander around. Then, Yeontan's original groomer had called in sick- and you'd offered to take over the appointment instead.

This was when Yeontan showed his more spoiled side.

You'd already assumed that the pooch must be living the high life; so it wasn't a surprise when the little gentleman tried to bite after your hand the first few times. He remembers embarrassment, and how he'd scolded him- only to be cut off by you simply sitting down with the little dog as well, taking your time to earn his trust.

Since then, Yeontan simply decided that he'd rather have you now than anybody else.

Right now, he's waiting for you to finish the procedure with the big leonberger and his owner- uncaring of the fact that if you looked to the side at any second, you could catch him stare. He wants to talk to you so badly, but his trust in his own english skills are basically non-existent at best; it's his biggest issue.

When the woman turns to leave, you turn to the big dog one last time, petting it's head and holding it with a smile. "You're so handsome!" you happily exclaim, and in a weird way, he's a little jealous you say that to the dog- and not him.

He's really down bad.

"don't cause too much trouble you big bear now, alright?" you giggle, before waving them both off- Yeontan growling in his lap a little, as if he shares the green feelings with his owners. "someone's got an attitude today." you tease a little at that, and while he knows you mean the Pomeranian in his lap, he feels oddly called out; having taken more english lessons these days to improve his understanding. You mumble a lot to yourself, and he wants to know what exactly- and he's glad that his intense studying is paying off.

"he.." Taehyung starts, making you lift your head from the table where you've crossed out today's appointment, making him nervous. "he, uh.. Jealous." he says, before scolding himself internally for not using the right word. Of course right now his brain has to do this.

"Oh Tannie!" you say playfully dramatic, walking over to the dog in question who instantly sits up and wags his tail once he realizes you're addressing him. "you'll always stay my favourite!" you say, and Taehyung basically melts at your adorable accent.

"you speak korean?" he asks, and you turn a bit red at the close proximity you've only noticed now, stepping back a bit shyly.

"a bit." you admit. "but.. Turns bad when nervous." you tell him, making him smile underneath his facemask. your can tell by his eyes he does- how they turn happy, excited even.

"no- my english, always bad." he says to you. "your korean- well. Many good." he says, and you can't help the giggle that escapes you, before he let's his dog jump down from his lap so he can stand up. It reminds you now just how much taller Taehyung is- and how small he makes you feel, not just physically. His designer clothes, styled hair, perfect skin- he really is a celebrity.

"no no, your english is fine. It's cute-" you start, taking the leash from his hand, before you suddenly bow in shame. "oh god I'm sorry I didnt-"

"thank you." he instead replies, still smiling. "you- cute too." he confesses, making your brain stop functioning for a second.

He decides that he doesnt care if his english sucks anymore, if a simple compliment like this will get you flustered like that.

"pretty, too." he goes on, and you laugh, waving him off before taking his dog to the back room to start your routine.

"your dad is really bold sometimes." you mumble to the dog who's simply looking at you with interest as you work in the shampoo into his thick fur. "too bad he's an Idol.." you huff, carefully turning on the water, before filling a cup and pouring it over the small body. Yeontan is one of those dogs who hates the showerhead- but you've come to learn that it's simply the noise that bothers him, not the water. "you think he actually thinks I'm pretty?" you hum out, unsure. "he's probably just practicing. His fans like those flirty comments, I guess.." you chuckle to yourself, before you finish rinsing Tannie's fur, getting ready to dry him off and begin the rest of his routine.

Outside, Taehyung very much hears your personal monologue. He'd thought his comments would work in his favor- but it seems as if you're heavily doubting his intentions with you. He can't blame you, and at the same time he's glad you're not throwing yourself onto him like so many others. It shows that you're a realist- it also makes him feel even more attracted to you.

Jungkook had once explained to him that the best thing about his relationship with his girlfriend was, that she didnt see him as anything other than Jeon Jungkook, not BTS Jungkook. She held him accountable for his actions, brought him back down to earth if he ever lost touch with what's going on downstage- and Taehyung starts to understand the appeal in that. You're well aware of his profession, you know the risks and problems it brings- it shows in how you schedule him and Yeontan, how you avert attention to yourself if he's in the room, how you talk to yourself about all of this. And yet, you don't seem to be chasing for any sort of proof to post on social media that he's right here, giving his precious pet into your care. He'd expected at least a request for a shoutout or something- but no attempt was ever made.

You dont want a piece of his worth, it seems.

Maybe you don't even want him at all.

But he has to know if he has any chance with you. He's dropped his own collar held by the company long ago- so when you bring out his happy puppy after you're done, he takes up all his courage, and-

"I want date." he blurts out, having his facemask pulled down underneath his chin, holding onto his dog for dear life. "with you." he specifies, and your eyes are wide open like a deer caught in the headlines.

"I-" you start, before your eyes break away from his intense stare, looking around anywhere but him. "I uh.. That's sweet, but, I don't really do.. I don't think you have a cat, you know." you say, using the slang for asking for a one-night-stand. Its now his turn to become a bit embarrassed- shaking his head.

"no no, date. Real date." he says, determined. You've only said you dont want a hit-and-run; you've not said you don't want him at all, so he keeps trying. "eat. Talk. Together. My place?" he asks, and you squirm a bit in your spot, before chewing on your lip. "No funny business, I swear." he says, and you decide he's being genuine.

"...ok." you say, and his entire expression turns brighter than the sun. "but- why?" you ask, and he shrugs, now smug and empowered by having scored his date.

"because-" he starts, taking out his phone, so you do the same to exchange contact infos. "-you? Pretty. Nice. Sweet. He like you-" he points to his dog in his arm, before he points at himself. "me like you too." he explains, and you can't help but smile to yourself, nodding.

You like him too, no doubt.