#i cannot grill even in peace....

[megamindsecretlair]

Thinkin' 'Bout You, Part 2

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Infidelity. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play and swallowing, spanking, dirty talk, degradation kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Use of n-word. Referring to female anatomy as "she".

Summary: As a sneaky link, Stunna is highly demanding of your time. He doesn't care if you get caught; when he wants you, he wants you. He pops up just as your man leaves for the day and as much as you want to resist, you can't.

Word Count: 3,749k

The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 1 | Part 3

A/N: I planned for this being a one-shot. While I would NEVER condone cheating in real life, Stunna just screams perfect sneaky link to me. And it's rotting my brain, so enjoy back to back pieces of filth! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Taglist: @planetblaque @blackerthings @browngirldominion @we-outsiiiide @thecookiebratz @iv0rysoap @notapradagurl7 @sevikasblackgf @miyuhpapayuh @xo-goldengirl @kindofaintrovert @flydotty @judymfmoody @slippinninque @soufcakmistress @henneseyhoe

You were finally free. You loved your man to pieces, but it was rare that you got the house to yourself. Like truly to yourself where you could run around naked without fear of someone creeping up behind you. And you could watch your stories on Lifetime in peace without a certain someone making fun of you for it.

You sat on the couch in one of his T-shirts, absently folding laundry while you watched the premiere of the week. Something about an obsessed paramedic over a high school girl. Well, they were always obsessed in some kind of way.

Your mind drifted as you watched and folded, appreciating the serenity of the moment. Knocking from your back door pulled you back to conscious thought and you growled. If it was those neighbor’s kids again asking about some ball in your backyard, you were going to pop it in their little faces.

All your life growing up, you didn’t kick balls in others’ yards half as much. You knew your parents weren’t going to replace that shit. You got up, grumbling like an old lady and padded your way to your back door. 

You opened it, ready to cuss out little kids when Stunna turned and smiled at you.

“Stunna!” You yelped. You looked behind him but obviously, it was just your tiny backyard and nothing else. “What are you doing!” 

“Saw that nigga leave. We got plenty of time,” he said. He pushed into your home and you closed the door behind him. Mostly, so your neighbors wouldn’t hear you yelling. 

“Stunna, no! You cannot be here!” You yelled. Yet even as your mouth was saying no, your pussy was already growing damp just from how he was looking today. He wore a Black T-shirt and light jacket, dark jeans and boots. His grills flashed as he smiled and looked you over.

“Easy access, my favorite,” he said. He pulled you by the shirt until he could capture your lips with his own. He moaned as he collided with your lips. “Sexy ass fuckin’ lips.”

You gripped his arms, muscles flexing under your fingers. “Stunna, be for real!” You said. You were in deep shit. You promised yourself that the last time he was at your place would be the absolute last. You had cut it entirely too short, getting dicked down in the kitchen while Stunna made you his famous omelet. 

There wasn’t an inch of space in your home that you hadn’t been bent into a pretzel and it had to stop. At least here. 

Stunna’s hands ran up your thighs and you shivered as if you were freezing. Your body couldn’t feel more overheated. You were breathless already. You knew he promised untold pleasure but you were at constant war with your mind.

“Come on, babygirl. Been feenin’ for this pussy,” he said.

“You always say that, nigga,” you said. 

“And I mean it. How I’m supposed to go about my day when I’m hard as shit thinkin’ ‘bout you?” He smiled, knowing you were weak as hell for his smiles. 

You found your shoulders dipping and your body relaxing against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed him in. No one smelled as good as him. The scent drove you wild, like an animal going into heat. 

You ached. And right now, only his dick would solve that particular ache. “Aight, hurry up then,” you said with a grin. 

Stunna grinned and kissed you. His hands went up further and glided across your damp panties. He growled against your lips as his hand slipped underneath your panties to play with your damp slit.

“Talkin’ all that fuckin’ shit while you wet as fuck. Take them panties off and let me see,” he said. He scooted away from you and moved you over to the kitchen table. There was nothing on there but bills, mail, some coupons and a bowl of fruit. Yet now, you had thoughts of being eaten out like a meal on that table. 

Your hands shook as you reached under your shirt and pulled down your panties, kicking them off. You lifted the shirt until it was around your hips. Stunna hissed in appreciation, light glinting off of his grills as he looked you over.

He turned you around and bent you over the table roughly, slapping your ass. “What you always fightin’ me for? Like you don’t be cravin’ this dick. I see them messages you send me,” he said. 

He bent down so your ass was in his face. He spread your asscheeks and marveled at your wet core. “Mhm, that pussy miss me, don’t she?” He asked.

You tried to remain silent. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of caving so soon. He had to earn his way in there. You should have known better.

He smacked your ass, hard, and you cried out. “I was reading a nasty book before you came over, nigga. Don’t flatter yourself,” you said. You smirked since he couldn’t see you. Stunna hated when you pretended like he wasn’t God’s gift to fucking. But that was when he blew your back out the hardest.

Without warning, he slipped two fingers inside of you. Your essence soaked his fingers and he hummed, finding you so wet. Your knees buckled.  “Ion know why you try to lie when I can feel how wet you are,” he said.

His deep, melodious voice was a physical caress all its own. It reached your ears but you felt him everywhere, all at once. He pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, torturously, and you whined, needing more stimulation. You needed more than just his fingers. 

“Use your big girl words and tell me what you want,” he said. He continued to slide his fingers in and out. He had long, thick fingers that almost did the job. Almost. Two of those weren’t nearly the size of his dick. That was what you wanted most of all.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said. You were beginning to move your hips in time with his fingers. You didn’t want it nice and slow. That wasn’t what he was here for. He was here to fuck your brains out and leave you well satisfied. 

“I’m already fucking you,” he said. You heard the grin in his voice. Bastard.

“I need you to fuck me with that dick, Daddy,” you said. You pitched your voice lower, more sultry, as you dared risk a glance behind you. He was so tall. He loomed over you with a predatory glare. 

“Was that so hard, babygirl?” He asked.

“Yes, nigga,” you said and rolled your eyes.

In all honesty, you did not expect him to smack the air from your lungs when he smacked your ass. Heat and pain blossomed on your ass and you struggled for air. You gasped, mouth open like a fish as you tried to stay standing. 

“Nasty fuckin’ mouth. C’mere since you think we playin’ games,” he said.

He pulled you by the arm to a standing position. Then he pulled you into the back bedroom and sat down on the bed. His hands flew to his pants and unzipped them. 

“Knees,” he growled. 

You dropped to your knees and planted yourself between his legs. He was so hot when he was like this. When his words were clipped, barely expending the air to get them out. Only because you weren’t a mind reader. Not yet. You weren’t sure how long this could continue, but until then, you were going to enjoy the ride.

He pushed his pants and briefs down far enough to slap your mouth with his dick. It was already leaking precum and you licked your lips as you stared at his thick head.

“Mhm, gon’ stuff that mouth since you ain’t got no manners,” he said. He pulled your head down onto his dick and moaned when your lips wrapped around him. “That’s it, like a good little bitch, huh?” 

You nodded. It was hard to fit all of him inside but he didn’t care. He continued to face fuck you. You watched his face as he did so. Jaw slack, eyes closed. You sucked harder, running your tongue over his mushroom head and tasting the precum there.

“Fuck, suck that shit,” he moaned. He cracked one eye and saw you staring at him. He grinned. “Lookin’ so fuckin’ cute with your mouth closed.” 

Your pussy clenched from the unexpected praise even though it was wrapped in such a nasty package. You got off on being his little slut. His nasty little bitch that took whatever he dished out. Took whatever he gave. Yearned for it. Thought about it. Got off to it too many times to name. 

You moaned around his dick as he pushed in deeper. Pushed past your natural resistance to take him deeper. Your hands were planted on his thighs just so he wouldn’t fuck you into the back wall, but you moved one lower to fondle his balls. 

His hips jerked and he laughed. “Oh, you want me to feed you early today I see. What was all that shit you was talkin’ earlier? Huh?”

You couldn’t talk because his dick was still in your mouth. Yet he kept talking to you as if you could respond. 

“Mouth made to take this fuckin’ dick. My god,” he moaned. His hand palmed your scalp as he pushed you up and down on his dick. Your spit and slobber ran down the length of him. He pushed you down a little too far and you gagged and choked on his dick. 

“Gotta fix that attitude with this dick, huh,” he said. He slipped out and slapped his dick on your face. On your chin, on your lips. He pushed you back down on his dick until he groaned. “Say ahh,” he said with a snicker as he busted inside of your mouth.

You greedily sucked him down. He moaned as you did so, trying to wring all of it out. Your gulps were filthy, lewd but music to his ears. He said as much as he shook his head and sighed with deep relief.

You reluctantly let his soft dick go with a final pop. He used his thumb to swipe run away cum from your mouth. He shoved his thumb inside and you sucked on that too with pleasure. Your head was pleasantly numb. You just wanted to please him in whatever form he wanted.

You liked being his stress relief. You liked that when his mind was going a mile a minute, plotting against Malcolm and this war between them, he found solace in between your thighs. 

“That’s all you needed, was something in your mouth to shut you up?” He asked. You nodded, still sucking on his thumb.

“Good. Always talkin’ shit,” he said. He got up on wobbly knees and hefted you up by placing his hands under your arms. He moved you to the bed where he flipped you onto your back and you yelped. 

Couldn’t he use his words like a big boy? Damn. Always manhandling you. But you knew better than to catch an attitude now. He was focused. And he needed no further encouragement to rock your shit. 

He fell to his knees and then opened your legs, staring at your dripping essence. He licked his lips and looked at you, before descending on your pussy. You cried out, hands flying to the back of his head.

Mercy was not in his vocabulary. His wide lips latched onto your clit and sucked hard. “Ouue shit,” you wheezed out and gyrated your hips. You tried to scoot away from him. Where did he pull this shit out from? 

He’s eaten you out, quite spectacularly before, but this was something new. This was “I haven’t seen you in a year” type of desperation.

“Fuck you going?” He asked. His speech was a little slurred as if he was getting high off of your essence. He wrapped his big hands under your knees and yanked you back to the edge of the bed. You squealed, your hands grabbing onto your bright green covers. 

One of his hands held you open while his other slipped down your folds and entered you. “Oh shit! Wait! Stunna, fuck,” you moaned.

He licked his lips while he pumped his fingers into you. Then his mouth joined in and your body was bowing off of the bed. Your whines and whimpers did not assuage him. He kept it up, licking and sucking.

He swirled his tongue around your clit until it was a swollen little bud practically reaching out for him. He slurped up your essence and moaned when more oozed out of him. He licked everywhere and then flicked his tongue against your clit.

“Shit!” You moaned as you finally came on his tongue. Your thighs snapped shut over his ears but he was undeterred. He kept licking and sucking, wet noises that flicked a switch in your brain.

You trembled and cried out, riding that orgasm like a big wave on the ocean. Your lungs burned from panting so hard. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

Stunna placed wet kisses to both of your thighs. He stood and leaned up so he could plant a sloppy kiss to your forehead. He ran his thumb across your lips before pulling you into a kiss. It was a slow, sensual kiss. The kind that made your toes curl. 

You were breathless by the time he pulled away. “You gon’ have to make up for that attitude, princess,” he said. 

“Wait! I’m sorry!” You whined. 

He chuckled as he shed his clothes. His shirt and jacket went flying, followed closely by his shoes, pants and briefs. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a sitting position so he could take off your shirt.

He groaned as your titties bounced. He fingered one of your nipples, tugging on it, and it had you biting your lip with pleasure. “Stunna, please!” Wasn’t the incredible orgasm enough? 

There was no way you could take him now. 

“Stunna, please!” He mocked and laughed. He climbed onto the bed and got on his back, making himself right at home as if he was your main. He patted his thighs and waved you over.

You were shaking as you climbed onto him, reverse cowgirl. There was no love in his heart or eyes as he stroked his dick through your sensitive folds. You hissed and sat up, but he pulled one of your arms to make you sit on his dick.

He nearly slammed you onto him and you cried out at the full pressure of him seated inside of you. “Fuck!” You yelled out. 

He chuckled behind you and smacked your round ass. “Don’t start crying now. I still gotta feed you,” he said.

He began to rock his hips but he smacked you for you to understand his little lesson. He wanted you to ride him. And God help you if you weren’t doing it properly. 

You placed your hands on his long legs and began to bounce on his dick, slowly. The tap, tap, tap had you seeing stars. 

“Guess you ain’t that hungry,” he said. His wet thumb encircled your ass and you flew up and off of him. You moaned at the sensation. He pressed his thumb in further, to make sure you knew who it was that was plugging you. 

“I’m sorry!” You moaned. 

“Fuck that mean to me? Move this ass,” he said and punctuated it with another smack to your ass. At this rate, you wouldn’t be able to sit down all night.

You bounced on his dick in earnest. You were a moaning, writhing mess on top of him. In this position, you felt him more intensely. You felt the slide and glide of his long dick as he fed it to you. His thumb was still in your ass and he used his other to smack your ass periodically. He just liked watching you bounce.

“That’s it. Nasty bitch,” he moaned and smacked you again. You cried out but he only answered with another smack. “I wish you could see the way you grip my shit. Creamy and nasty as fuck. All that lyin’, but yo pussy know who she belong to.”

You contracted around his dick and he moaned again. His moans were driving your pleasure through the roof. The feedback that you were doing a good job was a precious thing that you held close to your heart. 

“Ouue, fuck. Ouue fuck,” you moaned as your belly tightened. You were getting so close, he was hitting it so deep inside of you. You slid on his dick until you were leaning back and began convulsing on him.

You screamed out your pleasure, eyes tightly shut and digging your nails into his legs. Your thighs were trembling on his. Your arousal flooded his dick and he groaned from how painfully you were squeezing his dick.

He pushed his hips up and unloaded in you. The hot, wet pulses of his cum coated your insides. You moaned from the sensation of him literally pumping cum. 

“That’s it. That’s what that pussy wanted, huh?” He asked.

“Yes, baby,” you moaned. 

“Why you gotta make it difficult?” He asked. He stroked your back as you calmed down. Sweat ran down from your temples without abandon. 

“I can’t help it, baby,” you said. You slipped off of him and he groaned, watching his cum leak from your pussy. He didn’t let you go far. He immediately pulled you into cuddling with him. You sighed as you rested your head on his chest. 

“I need to clean up,” you said.

“Naw, keep it in there,” he said. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear the nigga was trying to get you pregnant. You could see it now, growing that life inside of you knowing fuck well it wasn’t your mans. You hadn’t discussed babies yet, it was too early in the relationship. You could not have a baby with your sneaky link. That went against every single rulebook out there.

“Nasty ass, no!” You said and giggled. He nuzzled your neck, licking your collarbone. His hand came up to squeeze your titty and you sighed. 

“Baby, I can’t,” you said.

“You always saying that shit and I always prove you wrong,” he said against your neck. He placed sweet kisses there, enough to make you giggle and shy away from him. 

He kissed a hot trail down your neck before he placed the same sweet kisses against your chest. He squeezed your titty until your nipple puckered and then he wrapped his warm mouth around it. You moaned. You were already fucking sore, your ass stung, and you were greedy for more.

A ringtone went off somewhere in the otherwise quiet room and you both groaned. You were always interrupted by someone calling either one of you. 

Stunna disentangled himself from you, sat on the edge of the bed and dug his phone out. “Yeah, nigga, what?” 

You tuned out his side of the conversion. You didn’t want to be involved in that world. He hung up and hung his head for a moment, before cussing under his breath. 

You got to your knees and crawled over to him, wrapping your hands around his neck. You kissed his cheek.

“What’s wrong baby?” You asked.

“Been fuckin’ dying to get over here and now I gotta go deal with some bullshit,” he said. “Man fuck!” 

You hid your grin. He was so damn insatiable. In a perfect world, you two would be together all of the time. And he would spend every moment he could buried inside of you and rearranging your guts. 

“It’s okay, I gotta clean up the mess you made now,” you said and playfully rolled your eyes. He was starting to really fuss, so you leaned over him, grabbed his chin and turned him to face you.

You planted a small kiss on his lips. “Hey, we’ll just look forward to next time,” you said.

He sighed and nodded, getting up but still cussing under his breath. You watched him throw his clothes back and was mesmerized by the simple domestic act. First his briefs that covered up his long dick. 

Then his pants. The zipper enclosed his thickness and your pussy throbbed just thinking of getting another hit of it. Next went his tank, shirt, and jacket and finally his shoes. 

“We need some rules about this, Stunna,” you said quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but also knowing that your heart couldn’t take this extra stress. “You can’t just pop up whenever you want.”

He checked his pockets and grinned at you. Those fucking golds making your stomach do somersaults. He pulled out a wad of cash and peeled off a band for you. He kissed your forehead and placed it in your hand. “Buy yaself somethin’ cute I can rip off later,” he said.

“Stunna, I’m being serious!” 

He grinned and grabbed you by the throat. You grabbed his wrist, but he had grabbed you in the perfect spot. It made your eyes roll back and your head go numb. 

He placed a soft kiss to your lips and grinned down at you. “I can’t keep my hands off you, babygirl. It’s yo fault for havin’ such a fat, wet pussy.” He kissed you again and released your throat.

“Corny ass nigga,” you muttered. 

“What was that?” His hands flew to his pants as if he would take them right back off and dick you down again. As much as you wanted to, your body was weak. 

“Nothin’ baby, I’ll see you next time.” You made your voice super, extra sweet and he grinned.

“Fuck I thought.” With that, he was gone. You heard the back door slam again as he disappeared and fucked off down the street to his car. You could imagine that walk of his and it only made you shiver with horniness. You had to get your libido under control.

When he came around, your body had a mind of its own. And that wouldn’t do. You groaned as you pulled sheets off of the bed to wash and replace them on the bed. So much for a quiet day watching your stories.

The Secret Big Stunna Files | Part 1 | Part 3

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Camping w/ Saw Characters

Characters included: John Kramer, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight. Plus, me and Y/N (because I said so)

Warnings: none, except mentions of smoking, getting hurt?? Idk

Notes: Reader is gender neutral and everything is platonic. Even our relationships with each character (unless otherwise stated in other fics I may write)

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John Kramer: I personally feel like John really enjoys the outdoors and seeing as though we see him chilling on a park bench, sketching his traps 24/7, I feel like he’d really enjoy it. Loves the peacefulness except when everyone (Amanda and Mark) are fighting. Definitely fishing at 7am. Struggling because he may or may not have to sleep on the ground. We definitely bought peepaw as many blankets and sleeping bags as possible. He gets cold so easily, bless his heart. Wants to enjoy the hiking trails but, can’t because he’s either in his wheelchair at this point or it’s just a struggle for him in general. (Mad at me because I complained about my knee the entire time even though I’m perfectly fine.) definitely giving Y/N a lesson on the outdoors.

Lawerence Gordon: Didn’t really want to come but he was sorta forced to. Definitely the group’s medic. Lecturing everyone on where they should and shouldn’t step. Pissed because Adam keeps smoking even in the non smoking areas like the woods where there’s been really bad wildfires. Adam does not care though. Dr.Gordon helped pitch everyone’s tent and tried to tell me and Y/N how we could easily pitch our tents but we didn’t listen. He actively carries the first aid kit literally everywhere. This man also had to pull me out of the fishing creek because I slipped on some rocks and nearly fell in. (He and Adam are sharing a tent shhhh ❤️)

Amanda Young: A little less than thrilled to be here. It’s cold and wet. Plus she had better things to do. Constantly at John’s side making sure he’s not too cold and that he’s enjoying himself. Pitched her own tent and probably is sleeping in it by herself unless Y/N wants to share it. Stays up all night worrying about peepaw and maybe other campers (or bears) Definitely one to tell the darkest, scariest, goriest story at the campfire. Is she fighting with Mark the entire time? Oh yeah probably. Is she yelling at me the entire time? Yes. Is Y/N telling her about their nature knowledge (if that’s your hyperfixations) Yes. Amanda definitely wants to go home but she’s sticking it out for peepaw.

Mark Hoffman: (My favorite camping headcannon to write lmao) Complaining about pitching the tents because no one else can apparently. Honestly would rather die than be out here but, he’s making the most of it. Yes, we do have his ass grilling, why wouldn’t we? It’s his job now. Did we make him make the fire? We did actually. Watched me fall off the rocks and into the creek and did not care. Thought it was funny, wished I had drown. Y/N is the only one who he isn’t mad at (congratulations!). Yet. Secretly enjoys the camping but won’t say anything about it. Probably sleeping in a tent by himself. (Maybe Y/N is sharing it with him?) I have decided that this man physically cannot stand me and that’s okay.

Adam Stanheight: This man has been chain smoking since we got here. Obviously taking as many pictures as he physically can. OF EVERYTHING!!! Tried to help Lawerence set up the tent but got bored. Almost started a forest fire but felt instantly bad. Definitely got a lecture from it. Sits at the fire and makes s’mores. Watched me burn myself trying to roast marshmallows and laughed at me (I deserved it, trust me). Loves the outdoors actually and he’s thrilled to be there. Like a little squirrel running around with his camera ❤️😭✌🏻 Y/N is forcing him to take cute little selfies of them with trees and mountains. We’re hanging up the Polaroids all over the place. We’re gonna look so aesthetic, trust me xoxo

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Notes: This was quickly made and probably shitty but, just bare with me lol this is my first one and I love it. I think it’s funny. A lot of this was pulled from my actual camping trip at the beginning of the month. I hope y’all enjoyed and feel free to request stuff! I love you guys!

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Three More Heartbeats

First Babies of Private Garden Instagram AU/Fic

Liked by danivalentine, saweetie, softtcurse, fashionbylunaaa, neelamthadhani, 2forwoyne, shloob_, claybornharlow, dualipa, and 15,930,771 others

y/ninsta and jackharlow: blessed with not only one more heartbeat to love, but three.

mommy and daddy can't wait to meet you 🥺💕

normani: MY JAW IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR! I CALLED IT! I SAID YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE TRIPLETS!

jackharlow: normani and she won't let me forget she's carrying three either 😭

saweetie: we can finally say something! AUNTIE SAWEETIE REPORTING FOR DUTY

jackharlow: saweetie and no you CANNOT get them grills for their first birthday

saweetie: jackharlow WHY NOT?!

jackharlow: saweetie 😐

jackandy/naremyparents: I FUCKING KNEW IT! MY BABIES ARE HAVING THREE BABIES 😭

urbandjack24: BRB CRYINGGGGGGGGGGG

dualipa: can't wait for them to meet their stepmommy! but all jokes aside, so incredibly happy for the two of you. you're going to be amazing parents. love you both so so much!

jackharlow: dualipa I'm ignoring the first part of your comment but don't think for a second that I won't use my blow torch, but we love you too. I guess.

danivalentine: can we talk about how I was the first one to notice she was pregnant and made her take a test? lol definitely wasn't expecting three though!

jackharlow: danivalentine older siblings know best!

claybornharlow: jackharlow not mine

jackharlow: claybornharlow don't come over for dinner later

druski2funny: Uncle Druski is ready to babysit!

lilnasx: druski2funny you need one yourself, they ain't trusting you with three newborns!

druski2funny: lilnasx and what makes you so qualified?!

lilnasx: druski2funny I have my childcare license

privategarden: our favorite couple is finally becoming parents!

jackharlow: privategarden and many more to follow!

y/ninsta: jackharlow watch yourself you little overachiever! next thing I know we'll literally be having eight children running around here

jackharlow: y/ninsta would that really be a bad thing?

y/ninsta: jackharlow for my vagina, yes 🙄

urbanwyatt: THE FIRST BABIES OF PRIVATE GARDEN!!!! I'M THE GODFATHER AND I HAVE HAD THIS POSITION FOR 8 YEARS AND IT'S FINALLY HAPPENINGGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭

allthingy/n: how much you wanna bet urbanwyatt cried when he found out? 😭😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt: alltthingy/n I did, but not in front of them lol

softtcurse: Aunty Curse 4 lifeeeeeeee

theestallion: don't be surprised if you start to get packages from me on the daily for my three little angels!

claybornharlow: thank you for carrying our child. I'm excited to be a dad

jackharlow: claybornharlow square the fuck up NEOW

claybornharlow: jackharlow one day you'll let me live in my truth in peace

jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm kicking your ass

2forwoyne: not me up here with my damn eyes watering. they grow up so fast.

quiiso: still remember when jackharlow first laid eyes on y/ninsta and we all CALLED IT!

neelamthadhani: okay so even though I've known for some time, I'm still about to cry. the two of you are going to be amazing parents.

lilnasx: NOT MY PARENTS HAVING ANOTHER SET OF CHILDREN 😭😭😭😭😭

yungskylark: and she's already making us go on late night food runs for her. she has literally put us in rotation. jack has to go every time, but has to take one of us along so he doesn't forget anything lol

urbanwyatt: yungskylark because one time he forgot her ice cream and all hell broke loose in the Harlow household so of course her ass literally has us on a buddy system smh

y/ninsta: and it's obviously working too

shloob_: can we talk about how she was full blown crying yesterday because chipotle was closed and jackharlow was doing his best to console her? I thought we were all going to die 😭

jackharlow: shloob_ I thought she was going to make me sleep outside. not the couch, but outside because I'm the manager of chipotle and decided it was best to close early smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow you can still sleep outside

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, you weren't supposed to see that

y/ninsta: jackharlow too late

sza: wait a minute, can we talk about urbanwyatt's photography skills because we already know that it was him who did the photoshoot

urbanwyatt: sza I would have hid her prenatal vitamins and her current obsession of hot pickles if she had asked someone else. got me fucked up 😤

saweetie: NOT THE PRENATAL VITAMINS! 😭

urbanwyatt: I took pictures with her by herself and with her and jackharlow but they wanted to keep those for themselves 🥰

urbanwyatt: oh and I'm in some photos too. jackharlow was NOT happy about that, but y/ninsta insisted lmaooooo

yungskylark: urbanwyatt at this point, they're yours too lmaooo

urbanwyattsource: I thought it was really sweet to find out urbanwyatt wouldn't accept money from jackharlow and y/ninsta for doing this photoshoot for them, but they did anyway and gave him triple the amount (for each kid?) bestie goals 😭

y/ninsta: I don't think yall understand when I say that urbanwyatt is literally our best friend and he would do anything for us. we always want to return the favor. love you urby 🥰

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 urbanwyatt: y/ninsta jackharlow thank you two for trusting me to bring your ideas to life

maggieharlow: so excited to be a grandmother to not only one baby, but three! jackharlow if you stress my daughter out and she tells me, expect me on your doorstep, no matter what time of the day or night it is

y/ninsta: maggieharlow thank you mom! jackharlow: maggieharlow just throw your biological child to the woods I see smh

jackharlowsource: girls? boys? both? do we know yet?!?!

y/ninsta: jackharlowsource danivalentine is the only one that knows

urbanwyattsource: Jack is going to lose his shit if it's three girls, that's almost halfway to eight

jackharlowsource: urbanwyattsource they are going to be so spoiled and especially if they look like y/ninsta, he can never tell her no lmaoooo they are going to run that household and jack is just going to be living in it

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"Boo bear?" You called out to Jack who was laying next to you and trying to stay awake for the movie that you two were watching.

"Yes, baby girl? You okay?"

"I want to leave the house, I'm tired of being stuck in here."

"You do leave the house, baby. You go to your doctor's appointments."

"Not the same, and you know it. I'm tired of hiding this pregnancy." You said while pouting and crossing your arms.

"Now are you absolutely sure? Because obviously once it's out, we can't take it back."

"No shit." You muttered as you rolled your eyes.

"Baby, quit it."

"But I AM SO BORED! All you do is feed me healthy shit and watch movies with me and make me exercise which is getting harder for me to do because I can't even see if my feet are attached to my body anymore. I need to leaveeeeee."

"They're attached, I promise. But if this is what you want to do, then okay." Jack said while shrugging but you could tell that he wasn't on board with the idea at all. 

"Really?!" You asked while turning to your right side to look at him.

"Yes, if this is what my wifey wants. I just have to be ten times more protective of you." You simply eyed him because you could tell deep down that he didn't want you to do it. 

"You do that now. You barely let me out of your sight. I'm lucky if you let me pee by myself."

"Do you blame me? We went from having a miscarriage to having not one, but three babies so excuse me if I'm a little protective, but one thing I'm not going to do for damn sure is apologize for it. You're my priority and you know that."

"I know, I understand why. I'm just miserable sometimes. I can't sleep properly and when I actually do, it's never for long periods of time. Might as well go outside."

All Jack did was sigh and look at you.

"You don't want me to post it do you?" You asked and you just looked down at your hands. You couldn't help it, but you started to cry.

"Oh fuck, baby don't cry! Okay, okay we'll post it! You don't have to cry, I didn't mean to upset you!"

"I JUST WANT THIS ONE THING, WHY WON'T YOU LET ME HAVE IT?!"

Just then you heard Urban's footsteps and assumed he had heard you crying and knew that Jack was about to get yelled at.

"JACK! WHY IS SHE CRYING?! WHAT DID YOUR ASS DO?!"

"HE WON'T LET ME POST MY PREGNANCY PICTURES ON INSTAGRAM!" You replied as you continued to wail.

"Um, well......" Urban started to say and then scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, what?! You agree with him?!" You asked as you found a tissue to wipe your face.

"We're just protective of you. All of us are, but you knew that already. If you do this, you know if you leave the house, you can't go anywhere by yourself. Even if it's to the damn mailbox."

"BUT URBYYYY!"

"Nope. I'm siding with your husband on this one."

“But….” You continued to cry and eventually they both agreed to let you do it.

“Look, if we do this, after we post it you still can’t go anywhere for a few days.” Jack said while sighing even though he was still uneasy about the whole thing. 

“Okay, fine. Oooohhh I want to go to wing stop first!”

“Out of all of the places that we can possibly go, that’s your choice?” Jack asked as Urban smacked him in the back of the head and you started to pout. 

“OW! SHIT!”

“Let the pregnant lady decide what she wants to do with her new found freedom. I’ll take you since your husband is being an ass.”

“HEY! No I’m not! I just want to make sure that’s what she really wants.”

“OOOHHHH BABE! THEY JUST RELEASED A NEW BIRKIN!” You said while shoving your phone into Jack’s face to show him.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU LITERALLY HAVE ALMOST 20 OF THEM!”

“That’s it, I’m calling Maggie.” You responded while opening your contacts on your phone and Jack just about damn near tackled you to get the phone away from you.

“WAIT! WHAT COLOR?!”

“Light blue please.” You said while smiling up at him and all he did was roll his eyes.

“Spoiled as shit, I swear.”

“No I’m not, I’m just well taken care of. There’s a difference.”

“There is? Enlighten me please.” Jack said while handing you his credit card so that you could order what you wanted. Since he handed it to you, that was an invitation for you to get anything that you wanted so you added three more Birkins to the cart.

“You take really good care of me and get me what I want.”

“That’s… that’s the definition of spoil…… BABY WHY IS MY TOTAL $10,000 DOLLARS?!”

“Huh?” You asked while looking to Urban for help who acted as if he didn’t know what was going on. 

“If you can huh, you can hear Mrs. Harlow!”

“I just wanted the girls to have matching ones! You know if they are girls that is!”

“Well, we already know how the four of you will gang up on me in order to get what you want.”

“We will do no such thing!”

All Jack did was eye you as Urban laughed. 

“Oh! What pictures should I post?”

“It would be none if it was left up to me, but you can post one and one only. That way the other ones are something special just for us.”

“The Harlows are about to break the internet, just watch.”

“And Normani can finally say that she was right the entire time.”

“Right about what?”

“She was the one who said that we would have triplets.”

After you and Jack agreed on which picture to post as your announcement to the world about your pregnancy, you logged out of instagram after finishing the movie and went downstairs in order to make some chicken alfredo pasta since you had been craving it.

The pasta was on the top shelf of the cabinet and you didn’t know where Jack or Urban was so you moved the chair so you could step up and reach it when you heard Jack yell from behind you.

“If you put one damn toe on that chair! Baby, you better not!”

“Oops.”

“Caught red handed! Why didn’t you call me to come help you?!”

“I can still do some things on my own without your help! I’m just pregnant!”

All Jack did was cross his arms and stare at you.

“Can you get me the pasta noodles, please?” You said in a small voice and Jack reached up to get them with no problem.

“You know all my therapy sessions are now centered around you and how you have me fearing for your life on a daily basis because you don’t ask for help. Baby, you have got to stop doing that. I know that’s what you're used to, but you can’t do that right now. Now what if you would have fallen and then what? You could have hit your head or anything could have happened.”

“I… just.. I feel like a burden sometimes.” You confessed while starting to boil the water for the noodles. You had your back turned to Jack so he couldn’t see how your eyes started to water. 

“What?! Why would you EVER think that? Baby, look at me. You are literally carrying three of my big headed children. You know I would do anything for you no matter how big or small and even if you weren’t pregnant, that’s not going to change. You know you’re my priority and you come first.”

“I know… I just feel helpless sometimes. I hate asking you for things that I used to be able to do on my own.”

“And you will soon get back to being able to do it on your own. Just not right now, okay?”

“Okay.” You quietly said as Jack leaned down to give you several kisses which you eagerly accepted and pulled him into a hug. 

“I love you and I only want to keep you safe.”

“I love you too and I know.” You said while hugging him tighter.

Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a text from the group chat that you were both in from 2fo.

2fo- I think the two of you just broke the internet. Instagram is down AND twitter crashed ever since you two announced it two hours ago, I think TikTok might be next lmaoooo

“Baby, Urban called it.”

“What happened?”

“2fo said he thinks we broke the internet. Instagram and Twitter aren’t working and haven’t been for the last two hours.”

“Well, did you expect anything less? I make pregnancy look good.”

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[labyrinth-runner]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Okay so this is technically centered around Coruscant's winter Fete week for New Years so technically NOT christmas, and the song has no bearing on this piece of work but this is my christmas present to you darlings, so.

Summary: Reader is a senator stuck in Coruscant and misses their family's get together, but a certain Jedi happens to find them and make up for it.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Words: ~1900

Warnings: None

The holidays were always rough. They required so much traveling to visit aunts and uncles who really didn't know anything about you but still felt the need to pass judgement. You were almost relieved when the senate called for an emergency meeting. You'd volunteered to stay behind to represent your faction so that Senators Amidala and Organa could go home to their families. The meeting hadn't lasted long. It was the warmonger's attempt to prolong the war while those that wanted peace weren't around. They lost the vote, but you'd lost most of the day and oh no, now it was much too late to attempt to make it home for the holiday. Sorry, Aunt Migante.

Your footsteps echoed off the walls of the Senate as you made your way down to the ground level, your hood pulled well over your face. It was a holiday, so you knew most of the places you normally went to would be closed, but you hoped that at least one would be open.

It was.

Dex's Diner was always your haven. You didn't know how he managed to make some hole in the wall feel like home to people from all walks of life, but he did.

"Dex, thank you for being the only reputable establishment open today," you called, falling into your normal booth towards the back. The window covered half the booth (the half you didn't sit in) so you could see out, but it was hard for those outside to see you.

"Reputable is debatable, kid," Dex called, leaning out the kitchen window. "You're not going home for the holiday?"

"And miss out on your braised shaak roast? Never," you said with a smile. You leaned your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your hands and added, "The senate had an emergency meeting. I'd arrive much too late even if I left now. Besides, I'm not missing much. I'm unattached and don't have any kids of my own. My parents are probably relieved that they don't have to host me on top of everything else going on."

Dex tsked at you. "Don't take family for granted."

You caught site of a familiar brown cloak coming towards the door. Dex grinned wider as the new patron came through the door.

"A Senator AND a Jedi? My humble establishment must be on the up and up," Dex said. You could hear him chuckling above the scrape of the spatula on the grill.

Raising your mug of caf at Obi-Wan in a mock toast, you said, "Welcome fellow traveler."

Obi-Wan smirked, sliding into your booth. "You're in my seat."

"I was here first." You took a sip of caf. "What the kriff are you doing here, though? Don't the Jedi do something to celebrate the holiday?"

Obi-Wan's smile faded. "It hasn't been the same since Qui-Gon. He used to love Fete but now it's a reminder of another year without his guidance."

"That's not a very Jedi-like thought." You teased.

He shrugged. "My master is one with the force. I have learned to let go of most things in life, but you cannot help but miss things, still. It's just a matter of not dwelling on it and letting it ruin you." He leaned back in the booth. "Things come and go, Darling, but the force continues on, and so should we." He raised an expectant eyebrow at you. " Why aren't you going home?"

Now it was your turn to shrug. "Meeting ran late. Too late to go home now."

"I'm sure your family wouldn't care when you showed up." As long as you were there. He didn't say it, but you could feel the implication.

You sipped your caf as the waitress droid placed two roasts in front of you. When she left, you leaned forward towards him. He mirrored your movements. "I don't want to go," you murmured.

"Why ever not?" he asked, his brows raising into his forehead.

"Because I don't want to face their judgment." You sighed.

"You are a galactic senator of well-renown and you are greatly respected. Why would they ever judge you and how could they ever find you lacking even if the did?"

You looked at your roast, cutting it into smaller and smaller bits with every word. "Because I'm not married. I don't have children. I don't have an ounce of talent at the family business." You dropped your cutlery on the table. "It doesn't matter that I am the voice of the people. What matters is that I don't live like them."

"And what kind of life is that?"

"One where your fists matter more than your words and the blood, sweat, and tears you pour into the earth mean more than the contributions you make to bettering the world. We're supposed to care about our own before you go helping others. I never quite agreed with that philosophy," you admitted.

The two of you ate in silence for a few moments before Obi-Wan placed his fork down. "Well, are there any traditions about your planet's Fete that you miss?"

Chewing the roast, and letting the warm spices coat your tongue, you gave his question consideration. "I miss baking the Lemba breads with my grandmother. She was the only one who ever took me seriously."

"How long has she been gone?" His voice was gentle. You knew he understood.

"Almost ten years," you said, feeling hot tears slip down your cheeks. You dipped your head and hastily rubbed them away with your hands. "I'm sorry. I haven't thought about her in a while. Usually because it feels like this when I do."

He reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder. "How about we finish our meal and make some Lemba bread together?"

"You know how to make it?"

"No, but, Darling, you know I'd learn anything for you." He smiled, and you wanted to kiss him.

The thought clanged through you. Obi-Wan had always been a friend to you since you came to Coruscant and he was assigned to protect you on your diplomatic trips. Obi-Wan had always been there, and even now, even here, this was a space that belonged to the two of you, meeting here almost monthly on accident at first, and then on purpose as you made more and more trips here in the hopes of seeing him. Deep down, you knew that you'd come here today hoping to find the comfort of Obi-Wan's presence. He just had a way of making you feel at ease. You spent your whole life listening to others, but Obi-Wan made you feel heard. Obi-Wan, with his chin dimple, and his beard that tickled whenever he leaned in to whisper complaints about the senate to you during meetings. Obi-Wan with his strong arms that pulled you out of danger more times than you could count. Obi-Wan with his heart of gold that you knew could never be yours, even though the realization that he had yours crashed through you like a wrecking ball.

"I like that idea," you finally said, realizing you'd been silent for too long.

He nodded and you continued to eat, answering the occasional question about what Fete was like on your homeworld and what other traditions you missed. You thanked Dex for the meal, and made your way towards the door.

"I'll meet you at your apartments," he said with a secretive smile. "I have something to take care of first."

You gave him a quizzical look, but didn't question in. The closest shop that had what you'd need closed in an hour, so you took off, getting what you needed. Getting back home was more difficult, trying not to lose your loot off your speeder. You stayed mostly close to the ground, choosing to land at the bottom of your apartments and ride up in the lift as opposed to braving the fast paced traffic to land on your balcony.

Music was playing as you got off the lift, and it was getting steadily louder the closer you got to your house. It still didn't prepare you for the inside of your apartment. In the time since you'd parted, he'd managed to decorate your house in lights and candles, just like tradition mandated. Garlands swept across the ceiling, pieces of tinsel dangling down. The culprit himself, caught tying a small green bunch of herbs to the middle of a garland.

You cleared your throat, and he turned to you, blushing.

"I was hoping I'd have a little more time," he admitted.

Your eyes narrowed at what he tied up there, and began to laugh as you realized what it was. "Do you know the purpose of that?"

"You never really said. You just joked about how your cousin stole it one year to take to school. What's the tradition behind it?"

"I could show you," you murmured. You were flirting dangerous territory and you knew it. He didn't. You stepped into his space, running your hands up his chest. He took a deep breath in at the contact. No, you couldn't kiss him like this. Not without him knowing. "That little bough of herbs was said to bless the union of all who kissed under it. "

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed that knowledge. But he didn't step away. Instead, he raised a tentative hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb along your cheek bone. "Well, you can't say no to tradition, Darling."

Your eyes widened as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was soft, and then he went to pull away. But, you couldn't let that happen as you'd barely reacted. Your hands fisted his tunic on either side of his chest and pulled him back down for a searing kiss. His arms looped around you, pulling you flush against him. You nipped the bottom of his lip and he opened his mouth, letting you explore. His hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright as you pulled apart since your knees were weak beneath you.

"I...." you trailed off not really knowing how to put into words everything you felt.

"I know," he murmured. "I feel it, too. I've always felt it."

"Felt what?'' you asked, stroking your thumb along his exposed collar bone, his tunic having slipped a little loose by your grip.

"That you're my family," he admitted. "When Anakin was little, he was always just a nuisance, but there was that one time on--"

"Alderaan?"

He nodded. "When you were meeting with Bail and challenged him to a skiing competition but we lost the rest of the party and got snowed into that little cabin. It just..."

"Felt right?" you finished, remembering how you'd all fallen into the domestic life so easy for the three days it took for Obi-Wan to clear the snow enough that you could get back down the mountain."

"I hadn't felt that way since Qui-Gon. And then you were there in the diner on today of all days... and it just felt like a sign," he murmured.

"I think that was the real reason I couldn't go home," you said, tipping up to kiss him on the cheek. "My real family was here."

He cleared his throat, a smile on his face. "So, now that our union has been blessed, shall we make some Lemba to celebrate?"

"I like the sound of that."

"Happy Fete, Darling."

"Happy Fete, Obi-Wan."

[snowflakeanimelover]

yandere klaus where he was able to kidnap the reader or where he sends the reader small little notes everyday?

I figured a little drabble/one-shot would be better for this request 0-0 Hope you like it!

Relationship: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Warnings: YANDERE, kidnapping, creepy notes, stalking, use of date drugs(Please be careful out there and do not use these)

Part 2(FINALE)

— — — —

Pulling Heartstrings

part 1

Of course, you knew exactly what would come with the newfound news of the supernatural being a thing in this world. What couldn’t happen with vampires, werewolves, and witches being around? Clearly peace is a hard thing to even mention here. It is expected that death and torture is a normality, but not this kind of torture.

No, you never expected to be finding notes in your home everyday from an admirer you wish never existed. 

It first started as a simple letter to say how cute you are and how pretty you dressed that day. Then, next, was a letter of how much they wanted to protect you and spoil you with all they had.

But then it went downhill. 

Klaus Mikaelson, an all too familiar name who brings nightmares onto others, has been known around town for a few months now. You have met him once, with the help of him bursting into the Salvatore’s home requesting for Elena’s blood. But when you meet again with Elena, your blood runs cold by his words.

“Ah, (Y/N). Did you receive my letters?”

Yes. Your secret admirer was none other than Klaus Mikaelson himself.

It scared you to the core. Elena, herself, was shaken by the news, as she has seen the letters you have gotten. You wanted nothing to do with him. And you made that very clear.

“Don’t send me any more letters. I don’t feel the same way.” Is what you left him before leaving.

It didn’t stop there, to your dismay.

You received another letter, finding it on your cleanly made bed. You scoffed, almost tearing it open without care. With annoyance comes great dread in the pit of your stomach. “Your words struck hurtfully into my heart, but as quickly as it heals, your words cannot push me away. It will only take time before you are mine.” You read the letter out loud, hoping you missed words that didn’t make it so menacing. 

But there was nothing that you missed. You fell to your knees, tears almost threatening to spill. You wanted to tell your friends, knowing they’d do whatever they could to protect you and stop this nonsense. But then again, they already have enough on their plate. 

You’ll have to figure this out for yourself.

Days passed without seeing the man in person, but there’s letters appearing everyday. And each day, the words seem to become more…serious and threatening. It’s almost to the point where you don’t want to leave your house. Even though it’s obvious Klaus has been invited into your home, somehow, you’re not safe anywhere.

Elena invited you to the Grill for a little celebration of solving something you clearly weren’t a part of. If you were honest, you’d have to say you’ve been busy dealing with a psycho stalker. But keeping it to yourself for one reason only, you smile and cheer with Elena. 

An hour passed of you sipping on drinks at the bar, and Elena excuses herself to the restroom. You knew she wouldn’t take that long, but you could feel the uneasiness rising in your stomach. Toxic butterflies fluttering in your stomach, a not so good feeling.

“Hello there, love.” That voice could give you a heart attack. And at this point, you wished it would.

Slowly turning to where Elena was just sitting, Klaus stands there instead. His shoulder brushes past yours, making you cringe and try to move away. “Wh-what do you want…?” You didn’t care how scared you were. You just wished for him to be gone from your sight.

“So ill-mannered. Shall I help you change that?” His face was so close to yours. If he hadn’t sent any notes from the start, you would have blushed. But now…now you are terrified to be in his presence. The man smirks at your expression. “Have dinner with me tonight.” 

It was bizarre, hearing that from him. “I-I don’t want to.” You manage to say. You were praying for Elena to come soon.

Klaus miles, backs up a bit, and grabs a man who was coincidentally walking by. He snaps the man's neck, instantly killing him. You gasp, standing up from the raggedy stool you were sitting on. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, love.” He puts his hand out for you to grab it, waiting patiently for you to follow him.

Seeing him kill someone right in front of you just because you wouldn’t go have dinner with him really pushed you to the edge. You had to follow him or he’d kill more innocent people. You hesitantly took his hand, holding in your tears to not show how scared you really were.

— — —

An hour has passed of you shaking in your chair as you silently ate. You were in his home, Klaus sitting across from you at a small round table. He was chatting the night away, talking about how his day was and the difficulty of being a hybrid. 

You figured enough time has gone by for dinner. “Can I…go home now?” You asked sheepishly. You knew very well he could kill you or hurt you easily. 

Klaus smiled as he sipped on his drink. “Want to go already, love? I was hoping to get a good impression on you to make you stay.”

You frowned, gulping the last bit of your own drink. “Please, Klaus. I’m…I’m tired.” And you were, surprisingly. You thought it was just because of a long day and a week of stressing out, but you were genuinely feeling tired. Your eyes threatened to close as exhaustion took over. 

Klaus leans back in his chair, waving you an opportunity. “Well, then, go on ahead.”

You smiled gratefully for him letting you go. But the way he smiled…you just knew something was wrong. If only you would’ve found out sooner. Your head started spinning as soon as you got up from the chair. You leaned against the table for support, while your free hand touched your forehead. 

Klaus caught you when your knees gave out, almost hitting the floor. He shushes you quietly, hearing you let out a whine at this unfortunate situation. Tears finally let themselves free as they spilled out. You were so tired, words wouldn’t form past your lips.

He drugged you.

“It’s alright sweetheart…” He reassures, picking you up so easily, like you weighed as much as a feather. He kisses your temple. “This was the only way to get you to stay. I hope you will forgive me.” He was taking you somewhere. But that somewhere was quickly put in the back of your mind when your eyes rested. Darkness taking over as you unknowingly fall asleep.

[juju-or-anya]

I was creating an Excel spreadsheet with ideas for some Hannigram and Weyler one-shots I wanted to write for the upcoming months. When I reached December, my head got filled with fanfic ideas centered around "White Christmas" theme, but there's a tiny little problem: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A "WHITE CHRISTMAS" IS.

Let me explain, where I live, December is summer, specifically in my hometown (not where I currently live, as I moved to another province for university), and it tends to reach 45°C, which is about 113°F in Fahrenheit. In other words, it's scorching hot, and there's nothing "white" about it. My Christmases are spent having a barbecue dinner at my grandma's place, which is a farmhouse outside the town of Tafi Viejo, in Tucumán. We sit about 4 meters away from the table, and there's a pool where we go to refresh ourselves every 20 minutes because our bodies sweat like crazy in the heat. After eating the barbecue and the additional 50 dishes brought by all the guests, we have Pan Dulce and sweet treats (candied peanuts, chocolates, nougat, "mantecol," and the best homemade Dulce de Leche ice cream). Then comes the toast, and we distract the kids with fireworks bought by the neighbors because my family doesn't spend money on fireworks. While the children are entertained with that, my uncle Andres dresses up as Santa Claus, and we place the gifts under the poorly decorated Christmas tree. We then open the presents, and as you grow older, receiving a bag of socks becomes a fortunate gift, as the Argentine economy is tight. That's a typical Christmas in Argentina.

Don't think that Argentinians don't celebrate; it's just that we do celebrate Christmas, but we don't make big plans. It's more about getting together with family and friends to have dinner and share. Come on the 25th of May or the 9th of July, or even during Carnivals. We love celebrations, but our Christmas isn't exactly white, starting with the fact that there's no snow, not even by chance.

I'm going to create headcanon where Hannigram and Weyler are Argentinians, popular, and patriotic.

This is my headcanon for my Argentinean versions of Hannigram:

In an alternate scenario, during a peaceful and picturesque Christmas, the mastermind of cannibalism, Hannibal Lecter, and the empathetic yet tormented detective, Will Graham, find a temporary and fascinating truce as they embark on an Argentinean barbecue in the midst of the holiday season. Both have put their usual disputes and problems aside, at least for the moment, and have decided to share a unique culinary experience. Hannibal, always a lover of fine cuisine, cannot help but be intrigued by the tradition of the Argentinean barbecue. Though accustomed to refined and elaborate dishes, he is drawn to the simplicity and artistry behind the barbecue. He delights in the idea of savoring top-quality cuts of meat, perfectly cooked on a grill. As he watches the expert grill masters prepare the meat, his eyes shine with genuine interest and appreciation for the skill of the Argentinean cooks. Will, on the other hand, has always been a man of simple tastes and a more tranquil nature. Although not as enthusiastic about meat as Hannibal, he appreciates the cultural and social connection surrounding the Argentinean barbecue. He immerses himself in the relaxed and friendly atmosphere around the grill and enjoys the sense of community that this tradition fosters. As the hours pass and the meats slowly cook, Hannibal and Will share deep and sincere conversations while enjoying the exquisite meals. Hannibal, always the skilled manipulator, finds in Will an unexpected companion, someone with whom he can share thoughts and emotions without fear of being judged for his darker nature. Will, on the other hand, finds a strange sense of peace and understanding in Hannibal's presence, an intellectual connection that, in some way, he comes to comprehend and accept. Both are surprised by the harmony they manage to find during this special evening. For a moment, they set aside their roles of hunter and hunted, and simply become two individuals sharing an unusual yet wonderful moment in their lives.

This is my headcanon for my Argentinean versions of Weyler:

Wednesday Addams, the charming and dark girl from the Addams family, lives in the old Gothic church in Recoleta, Autonomous City of Buenos Aires. Despite the unusual appearance and gloomy atmosphere of her home, Wednesday finds beauty in the darkness and peculiarity that surrounds her. She is a clever young woman, with a sharp wit and a fascination for the macabre and the strange. On the other hand, Tyler, the boy from Cululú, is kind and gentle, and he is the son of the town's police commissioner. Although his life in Cululú is more peaceful and conventional, he is drawn to the mysterious aura of Wednesday and her family. When they met, Wednesday found in Tyler a light in her darkness, while he found in her a sense of excitement and adventure he had never experienced before. Despite the differences in their worlds, Wednesday and Tyler discovered that they share a strange connection and a unique way of seeing life. Christmas in Cululú became a special occasion for them as they were able to blend Argentinean holiday traditions with the dark and enchanting touch of the Addams family. In Cululú, Wednesday and Tyler participated in the typical celebrations, but with a distinctive twist. They decorated the main square with gothic ornaments and candles instead of bright lights, and they enjoyed a Christmas dinner with exquisite dishes with sinister yet delicious names. In this way, Christmas in Cululú becomes a unique and enriching experience for everyone involved, with a charming blend of Argentinean traditions and the dark and peculiar touch of the Addams family. Together, they share laughter, adventures, and a special connection that transcends their differences and enriches their lives in a truly special and unique way.

I can't believe how much I'm laughing at this silliness I just created.

[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Fifteen

Rey doesn’t know how but three weeks pass by quickly. She eats, sleeps and breathes the investigation like the other Hunters. The patrols have increased by double, investigating all potential leads. She had been back to AXS more then she had cared for and due to Bronte’s rudeness last week they were now banned.

She remembers glowering at Baal’s smug grin as his Nagas kicked them out that night. He simply chuckled when Bronte threw insults and curses at him, but he ignored him and looked to her. His mouth widened more as he took her in. “Good, very good” he says ominously as he turns and walks back inside.

Little to say Windu was not pleased. They had gotten an earful about how their behavior that night was damaging to their alliances with the Supernatural community. The vein pulsed in his forehead along with his irritated energy when he told them to get out of his sight.

She understood the stress he was under. She has heard what the media was saying about The Order. How they cannot protect Supernaturals. There is even some rumblings in more obscure circles that they are the reason for it all. That they are focused on bringing back a time of blood purity or some other nonsense like that.

Rey rubs her eyes as she submits her latest report. Another eight hour patrol with no new leads and no new answers. She takes a drink of her lukewarm tea as her phone buzzes.

She looks down to see texts from Jessica and Kylo. Kylo. Her heart clinched painfully at the memory of his interrogation. She will never forgive herself for letting Bronte and Hawthorn grill him with questions. He answered them all honestly, all the while never taking his eyes off her.

There was no way he was involved, especially since Vicrul Hemming was the one who asked him to get involved and was vetted and approved by The Council. He was quickly cleared as a suspect but the damage was done. Rey saw how people averted him in the hallways now. Worse still, he was removed from the field team and placed in a supportive role.

Rey feels a sudden wave of guilt. She should’ve done something. She knew his magick and clearly knew he was not damned. She looks down at his text message at a loss. She decides to respond to Jessica first, confirming a coffee date tomorrow. Her phone buzzes again.

His new text was brief but it felt like a punch in the gut. I know you are avoiding me and I don’t blame you for it. I would too if I were in your position. I am still here though if you want to resume. Best Kylo. She puts her phone down and covers her face with her hands. Why did it hurt to be away from him? She felt so at peace in his arms not so long ago.

She feels her magick tingle as she shakes off a shiver. It wants him, she thinks. Her magick is craving to be near him again and to feel whole. “Fuck it” she mutters, grabbing her phone. Her fingers fly over the screen sending him a message.

Kylo, I am so sorry for making you feel that way. I would like to continue. When are you free? Her thumb hovers for a moment before hitting send. She takes a breath and takes a peak inside at her magick. She smiles as the tendrils dance happily.

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Kylo turns and shuts the door behind him. He hears Trudgen’s low rumble and the clicking of computer keys. “Hey Ren” Vicrul says, scooting out a chair for him. He turns and sees Vicrul and Trudgen sitting there, waiting on him.

Trudgen side eyed him as he takes a seat. “I have some stuff you will be interested to see” he says as he turns the computer towards him. He quickly reads through the first document, his brow crinkling in displeasure. “Yeah, I’m not happy about it either Kylo” Trudgen says.

Kylo looks away, his anger simmering in his veins. Of course The Order would drop a statement regarding him and the investigation. It was worded very vague and very politically correct but it said what it needed to. He was called out and officially a pariah now.

“You know this doesn’t mean shit to me” Vicrul says “I talked to The Council and they aren’t removing your credentials. Are you still in this with me brother?” Kylo looks up into Vicrul’s tired eyes. “'Til the end” he says, nodding. Vicrul smirks and waves his hand, magicking them three ceramic cups full of rich smelling coffee. “Show off” Trudgen mutters, taking a cup.

Kylo chuckles as he takes a cup, turning it in his hands. “By the way she finally responded” he says as he takes a sip. Both men looked up at him. “See I told you Kylo, she just needed time” Vicrul says. He smiles softly, thankful for his brothers’ understanding of his situation.

“She’s a intuitive one. Very smart on her feet. She will be one to reckon with once she has full control of her powers” Trudgen says as he clicks into The Order’s encrypted security mainframe. He sits up straighter and finishes his cup, forcing himself not to react to that fantasy. “So what have you found?” he asked. Trudgen turns the computer more to the left so the screen is visible to the three of them.

“He’s up to something” Trudgen mumbles as the watch the security cameras from the Infirmary. Kylo watches Trudgen fast forward, the medical staff and patients quickly moving back and forth through the space as the time passed. He stops and lets it play. “Now watch.”

The camera facing Poe’s side begins to flicker and freezes just a bit before returning to normal. Kylo focuses his eyes on the blurry screen. Poe’s bed is empty. The camera records for a while before it flickers again and then goes black. When the picture resumes, Poe is in his room taking off a black coat. They watch him look side to side then slide back into bed placing the C-collar back on.

Trudgen fast forwards through the next couple days showing Poe disappearing and reappearing at random times always with his phone and cigarette. They watched him talk with Bronte a lot and cause trouble on the ward. He would wave his hand and make monitors and other medical equipment alarm and spark. He smiles wickedly as the staff respond frantically.

They stop during another random evening to watch Poe reappear talking aggressively on the phone. He paced and paced, his free hand clinched at his side. They watched as he got off the phone, yelling in apparent frustration. His tantrum made the camera flicker violently before going black.

“That son of a bitch” Vicrul says crossing his arms “you were right Kylo.” Kylo sits back and sighs. “So now we know he is a Demon but question is what is he up to and how do find out?” Vicrul asks Trudgen.

Trudgen smirks as he clicks open a document. “I may be able to help with that. So due to the lovely outdated system The Order uses, it saves drafts of reports when you take too much time in between typing. It clogs up their mainframe and IT has to trash them periodically. But lucky for us…” he says motioning to the screen.

Both men look at the two documents on the screen time stamped half hour apart. Kylo’s eyes widen at the differences between them. “He is involved. Why would he falsify a document like this for any other reason?” he says. “A good question indeed Ren, but we need hard evidence before we can bring it to Windu” Trudgen says rubbing his hand through his short hair.

Kylo rubs his jaw at a loss. It’s obvious to him Poe is working for the Devil's Guard. They have to do this carefully not to tip him off. Influencing is out of the question since he seems to do it regularly as is any use of force.

He hears Vicrul growling lowly next to him. He looks over to see his eyes glowing gold and his incisors sharpening as he grits his teeth. “This asshole knows where my son is and I can’t fucking do anything about it” he spits out.

“Calm yourself Vic we will make him pay” Trudgen says, clicking into another program. “I uploaded a high grade encrypted tracking system into the Hunters’ phone system. It’s untraceable and by using this program we can see where they all are at all times.”

Kylo watches the screen light up with red dots across the map. Majority were located at Headquarters but some are spread out throughout the city and surrounding counties. “I pinned Dameron so it will notify us of any movement. Hopefully he will inadvertently lead us to them” Trudgen says. “Can you add Rey to that list?” Kylo says without thinking. Both men look at him surprised. Shit. “You know just in case…” he says, looking away.

He doesn’t see the look Vicrul and Trudgen share as Trudgen clicks the mouse a couple times. “Sure Ren. Why not?” he says, chuckling lowly. Kylo doesn’t know why he feels he needs to do this but his gut is telling him Rey is in danger. He has seen how Poe has looked at her and the last thing he wants is her alone with him.

He hears his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out and smiles. “Lemme guess?” Vicrul says next to him. “Fuck off” he replies with no malice. All three men chuckle and resume looking into documents, working towards building a solid case against Dameron and for clues to where the Guard’s headquarters is before something else happens.

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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 6

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

Chapter Summary: Just spending time with team. Medium-ish interaction with L.

Chapter 6: Bantering and Resting

A table has been brought in and everyone is assembled in chairs around them. There are 2 serving trays emitting steam and delicious aromas. Mouth watering, I shake off Misa and head towards the food. To my disappointment, I recognize none of it except rice with fish which I can’t eat.

Watari greets me, “What shall I serve for you, Miss? I imagine you must be quite hungry.” 

I puff up my cheeks and shrug, “I’m vegetarian, is there anything in here I can eat?”

“Oh, we did not know that. I’m sorry. Well, you can have some tea and cake. There are also grilled rice balls with soy sauce. The rest of it contains meat, I’m afraid. I could make some ramen if you’d like. Won’t take 10 minutes.”

“Ramen sounds good. Just point me to the kitchen and I’ll make it myself. You can get started on dinner here.”

“That’s kind of you but it’s no trouble. This dinner is for you after all. Please start eating and I’ll bring your ramen shortly.”

Nodding, I get a cup of tea and a couple of those rice balls. Everyone has already started eating. L has got his own trolley loaded with sweets and it’s half-empty by now. Misa has made herself very comfortable on Light’s lap while the dude looks as uncomfortable as Dean in shorts. She’s chatting away at him at lightspeed. Wanting to avoid that area, I move to the other side of the table to find the only empty seat beside Matsui. If I take that one, Misa will never shut up about it. Lord…I need booze. Now. Except there’s not a drop in sight. Is this some kind of freak alcohol-free zone? Sure, Light and Misa are underage and L doesn’t look like he’d handle liquor well but what about the grown-ups? Surely they drank. Chief seems a little holier-than-thou to ask and since I’m avoiding Matsui for now, that leaves Moji. Finishing my plate, I head over to him.

“Hi Moji, enjoying dinner?” 

He looks startled at my appearance but recovers quickly, “Sure, Miss Anne. Are you?”

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if I had something to wash it down with,” I whisper.

“There’s always more tea.”

“Come on, man. I’m talking about the strong stuff. Where’d you keep that stash?”

Moji looks scandalized. “We don’t drink here. Everything is non-alcoholic.”

“Well, I cannot be non-alcoholic. I’ll get my own stuff if you don’t have any.”

Ignoring his offended gasp, I head over to my duffle bag and get my wallet filled with Yen. There’s nothing more I want to do than eat and sleep but my dinner is only riceballs and ramen. Shopping for lots of junk food, and alcohol too, will go a long way to keep my sanity. Seeing me heading out, Misa calls after me, “You can’t leave! You haven’t even talked to me or eaten anything!”

“I’m just doing a quick beer run 'cause you guys don’t have any. Be back in 20.”

“Oh, okay. But hurry. I’ll save some cake for you before Ryuzaki eats it all.”

Hearing the threat to his cake, L calmly proclaims, “Watari will bring more from the kitchen for her. This is mine. Hands off, Misa.”

Listening to their fading bickering sounds with Light trying to keep the peace, I feel my lips curl up. They are just children. One is the world’s greatest detective and the two could be serial killers with no memories of it. Introducing them to the world of monsters could be the last straw on the camel’s back. Especially L. The guy relies on logic and facts- knowing that something is beyond his control can crack his brain. Great, I’m already worried about the little weirdo. Blame his stupid eyes and stupid hair and stupid lips. Slippery slope. Screw beer, we’re going with wine tonight.

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The room seems livelier when I get back. I hand the bags to Watari after taking out a bag of chips and a bottle of wine for myself. “Please help yourself and others to whatever you like. Unload the rest in the kitchen. Also, can I have a glass for my drink?” He nods and points towards a steaming bowl of spicy-looking ramen which I make a beeline for saying, “Thanks, Watari!” His answering chuckle fades away as it’s just me and the food now. After slurping down almost half the bowl in minutes, cause it’s freaking delicious, the conversation around me registers. 

Misa is calling L a pervert because he won’t uncuff Light even for their date. Why does L want to be the third wheel with those two if they’re Kiras is beyond…no wait. I understand. Maybe he’s hoping they’ll play 20 criminals on their dates. Hehe. I’m hilarious, I think. Flashes of dumb jokes, late nights, and stupid, deep-belly laughter pass through my mind. Gut-wrenching pain follows, guilt right on the heels. Swallowing becomes difficult so I drain the entire wine glass in one go.

“I have nothing against alcohol but if you’re an alcoholic , you must leave the team.”

Fixing L with my best glare, I snap, “Says the addict. Go to sugar-rehab yourself before giving me ultimatums.”

“I’m not addicted to sugar. I can stop anytime I want. I don’t because sugar helps me think.”

“I’m not addicted to alcohol. I can stop anytime I want. I don’t because alcohol helps me tolerate you.”

“You barely know me.”

“ You barely know me and you’ve already labeled me an alcoholic.”

“You drained the glass in one go.”

“I had difficulty swallowing.”

“Ah, my apologies. So you’re not an alcoholic. Just someone who doesn’t know how to eat. No problem. Shall I instruct Watari to cut up your food into small pieces for you? He can spoon-feed you, too.”

I want to scream and tear my hair out. I want to scream and tear his hair out. 

Except there’s no scorn in L’s eyes, just concern. Looking at him, I realize his words are genuine and well-meaning. There’s no doubt he’s socially awkward. Must have trouble with many things. And now he’s taking my words at face value and trying to help me. To my horror, my eyes start stinging. Figuring hugs wouldn’t be well received just yet , I settle for a genuine, bright smile. L looks alarmed and I tone it down so I don’t resemble the Joker.

“Thank you, L- Ryuzaki. But it was just a one-time thing. My mind was elsewhere so…don’t worry about me.”

“Hm. Be careful so you don’t choke to death stuffing your cakehole and do Kira’s work for him.”

There’s that barely-there smile again with a twinkle in Bambi eyes.

Pitter-patter goes my ticker. 

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Despite the dinner being in my honor, nobody pays much attention to me except L. Throughout the meal, we keep looking at each other, not even trying to hide it. There are so many questions I want to ask him but none of them are related to the case. I want to know where he grew up and what his favorite sweet is and does he watch movies or not. Though he is a smart-ass, his voice is better than any ASMR I’ve tried. It’d be impossible for me to get tired of listening to him when he’s not being a little shit obviously. 

At some point, the food and wine are all gone and I’m just sitting looking at him. He’s doing the same so I don’t feel terribly self-conscious. His tilted head makes him look even more adorable. I should be taking the time to know more about the team but I’m beat right now. In preparation for coming here, a lot of security had to be reviewed and installed back home. My absence was dangerous but the Kira case needs solving. I almost didn’t want to come but staying under the radar was hard when I was in the States. Hopefully, they’d just figure I’d gone deep underground with my precious cargo, prepared to strike. Although I was confident everything would be fine, it was impossible not to worry. On top of that, the 14 hours flight to Tokyo was barely manageable thanks to my claustrophobia. I got a couple of hours of shut-eye but felt terribly nauseous after waking up. Since then, I've been running on fumes.

Right now, slightly tipsy with my belly full and the most hypnotizing eyes staring at me, my eyes start to droop. I know from experience that falling asleep in a chair would make me very sore so I summon all my willpower to get up. To my surprise, the room is empty save Light, Misa, L and me. Misa has fallen asleep in Light’s lap and he’s about to doze off too. L could not be more awake if he were an owl, considering the amount of sugar he’d consumed. Giving him a sleepy wave, and mumbling a “G’night”, I head to my room.

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The morning after my mouth tastes like butt, multiple someones are hammering my head and my body aches everywhere. Peeling my eyes open is a challenge but when I get them to focus, I see a glass of water, an aspirin with some dry toast and orange juice as a personal treat. I make a mental note to thank Watari later and immediately chug down the pill with water and even though the food looks appetizing, brushing my teeth comes first. Groaning, I piteously make my way to the bathroom and make it back to bed in record time, mouth fresh now. The toast feels perfect right now even though I can only nibble, not bite. Orange juice is skipped because I feel nauseous and don’t want any fluids in me. Head still pounding and body still hurting, I sink back into the bed, Morpheus already pulling me under.

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The next time I wake up, I feel heavy. Good heavy you feel when you’ve had deep, uninterrupted sleep in a long time. Basking in the sensation a bit longer, I start planning my day. Shower first, supernatural second. Today will be spent comfortably indoors reviewing all Kira case data. Taking a long shower, complete with hair wash and exfoliating, I feel like a new, cheerful person. The building that felt eerie yesterday now looks full of possibilities (It also helps the EMF in my hand picks up no readings).

Everyone, save Misa (thank God), is already in the briefing room when I arrive. A couple of new sofas have been placed near the table from last night. Some greetings are directed my way and I hand out smiles and nods. L and Light are stationed in front of the screen. “Hello bo-”, the words feel wrong, these are not my boys. 

I clear my throat, “Hey guys, any new updates?” 

“Here you are. Had a good rest, Anne? Ryuzaki and I have been at this all morning but nothing new from Yotsuba or elsewhere”, replies Light.

A cup of tea is thrust toward me by a tired-looking L. The guy has apparently pulled an all-nighter. Not that he can’t pull off the raccoon look but sleep is important. As we’re not close enough that I can order him to bed, my displeasure shows through my pursed lips. The tea tastes surprisingly normal as I expected L to have put a bajillion sugar cubes in it. On second thought, it’s exactly as I take it. My heart lifts as I wonder if he pays me special attention. The raccoon in question speaks up, “Here is your laptop with all the data in it. If you try to take it out of the building, it will self-destruct.”

“Thanks for the show of trust honey, really warms my heart.”

Settling down on the sofa, I get comfortable. It’s research time.

A/N: From next chapter, supernatural view is coming in!

Please leave ❣️, comments and reblogs if you enjoyed this! CHAPTER 7

[hungerofhadarr]

ok sending u two!! :] 4 for andromeda and 9 for the trilogy (and whatever characters ur thinking of, if you want)

THIRTEEN SONGS COMING FRESH OFF THE GRILL !! Due to how long this will be I will put this under a read more ! Also I will be skipping any songs from the OSTs for the games bc . That feels like Cheating

Andromeda first …

1. Runaway - Tyto Grey

“But if you give me your Heart,

I’ll give you Mine.”

PEEBEE SONG . Specifically a Peeb in the beginnings of a romance . This song makes me think of her + Sara due to the singer calling their lover a ‘ Goddess ‘ but .. anything can be gender neutral if you want it to be . A song about someone wanting to run away , make a big name for themself before they can’ t , but not wanting to do it alone . It’ s not worth it alone . It’ s only meaningful if their lover and muse is with them . Idk man this is VERY Peeble to me . Definitely picturing a Remtech ruin confession for this song < 33

2. Pomok naka Poktoinskwes ( Casey MQ Remix ) - Jeremy Dutcher

MUSIC OF THE FUTURE . I can hear this playing in bars and nightclubs across the Initiatives many settlements . This is what Reyes hums while he works and what Sloane has playing when she’ s getting ready in the morning . This is what SAM has on shuffle in the Pathfinder’ s quarters and this is what Gil plays during long repairs . This is what bartenders dance to and what gets people moving . This is one of the first songs the Angara hear . They feel a connection to the chanting and the beat of it all . Yeah < 3

3. It’s Called: Freefall -Rainbow Kitten Surprise

“You could let it All Go, you could let it All Go

It’s Called: Freefall. It’s Called: Freefall.”

Ohhh god Vetra song . Vetra before she fully commits to the Initiative . Vetra still holding onto Milky Way contacts . People she cannot rely on but can talk to . People who do not care about her , but push her to join anyways . Vetra trying to get help without getting it . Vetra . This is her trying to talk to her contacts and getting nowhere but being told to just do it . This is her final bit of hesitation before she joins them . This is her in-between . Her final days with her Milky Way contacts who won’ t be following her

4. Honey in the Hair - Blackbird Raum

“I’m just walking in Circles…

I see the Lines in Chalk on the Ground.”

Not normally a band I listen to and think “ sci - fi ! “ but that is the point isn’ t it ! Early games vibes for me . The crew altogether but facing this mass responsibility . From the failing colonies to the dominating threat , from the political catch up they have to play to the political importance they’ ve gained all at once . The weirdness of it . The strange whimsy that comes with it . The feeling of going nowhere but knowing it’ s all changing . Knowing they’ ll be doing something so far out from what they originally planned to do , and having a strange sort of almost peace about it

Okok Trilogy time < 3

1. After Dark - Mr. Kitty

“Your lips were Soft like Winter,

In your Passion, I was Lost.”

STARTING OFF STRONG HUH . Me3 love confession . Literally fits any and all romance I think . I think this hit more harder for me3 only romances since the song is about that desperate yearning and wanting to confess before it’ s impossible to . This song is for all romances but I think it belongs to Femshep/Traynor and Mshep/Cortez a bit more . Also hurts a bit more when it’ s with Shepard and a character that cannot be romance bc it’ s like .. they never got that confession . That closure . There’ s something about the desperation and just needing to let the other person know . Even if they do not reciprocate . Just so they know you loved them . You always loved them .

2. Alien Blues - Vunderbar

“I try to tell you what I Think

And play it off like it’s a Joke.”

Hmm Joker : ) . The barely contained bitterness and the constant back and forth . Knowing he’ s ostracized and making jokes about it , but still being upset with it . Wondering what he could do differently but knowing it won’ t matter . Guilt with who he is , how he sees himself . Fits no matter what era of his life he is in . A farmboy . A pilot in training who isn’ t respected . A pilot with no ship . A man at the end of the world . A man mad after everything . A man who deserves to have a bit of bitterness

3. Come As You Are - Nirvana

“As I want you to Be

As a Trend, As a Friend,

As a known Memoria.”

Nirvana just feels like a band James would listen to , so it’ s hard not to connect him to their songs . This makes me thing of a younger James , at least a James before ME2 . He’ s struggling . He doesn’ t fully know what he wants to be or how he sees the people around him . He already has a streak for being less than cautious with himself . He doesn’ t know who will be there the next day , who he might have to leave behind . He can keep the memories , everyone can be kept in a memory . But he still needs to find how they fit in while they still know each other .

4. Sisters - The Halluci Nation

MORE MUSIC OF THE FUTURE . This is the type of song Jack would blast from her little hidey hole on a good day . Music that is illegally downloaded and shared around the Normandy . Glyph would play this to get the party more rowdy I think . A song to get people on their feel and MOVING . Someone DEFINITELY listens to this while in combat . Do I have a definitive answer ? No . Can I picture everyone listening to this on the battlefield ? Yes and I cannot narrow it down just yet . Get on your moccasins big boy we got a Reaper to take down

5. Repeat After Me - KONGOS

“So hard to leave what I've defended,

So hard to separate what's blended.”

Indoctrinated characters RISE ‼️‼️ this song is about religious / catholic guilt so be careful if you listen ! But I can definitely take this and apply it to Saren + Benezia very easily . Characters who have moments of clarity and knowing what the Reapers are doing to them , but not having enough power anymore to fully pull away . Too many ifs , too many maybes , too many nights spent hearing the whispers of the Reapers . Repeating their words while having that voice in the back of their heads questioning and wondering if they can still get away from all this . Just knowing what is happening to you but not being able to stop it and the realizations of your condition so few and far in between

6. Cluster - Slipknot

“So Cut, Cut, Cut me up

And Fuck, Fuck, Fuck me up.”

Combat theme . Everyone at the end of their ropes , the candle that was burned at both ends , the final push to tip them over . Angry with where they are , how they ended up there . How everything could have been simpler , how things could have been prepared for . The sort of anger that makes it hard to focus right , the kind of anger that numbs pain , the kind of pain that pushes further and further . I think Javik would fucking LOOOVE Slipknot but that is a different discussion . Idk man everyone has their limits and I think everyone deserves to got a bit batshit rage off the walls violence on the field after seeing the Horrors they have . Just for fun . Maybe for shits and giggles

( i have officially lost audio link rights here . uh Oh )

7. Curl - Jack Stauber

“When you turn the Master Key,

You’re Higher than a Star!”

Ohhh Crew bonding . Teasing each other . Hanging out together . Going on brief shore-leaves together . Reminding each other to try and live a bit . Remember the happy moments that they get , and not to let them go . It’ s them reminding each other they can still live , they are still alive and they’ re allowed to live . Take joy in the now , find joy in the now . Live now , even if it is hard . Even if it is difficult . Help each other find whatever joy they can , make sure they do not feel guilt for the joy . Giving each other something to look forward to , after everything is over . They’ ve always cares for each other , it’ s time to show it . Now that it matters more than ever

8. Fireworks - The Tragically Hip

“Complete with the Grip of Artificial Chaos,

And believing in the Country of Me and You.”

Oh hello Mr. Kaidan alenko . How are you . This song is so loudly Canadian it is hard to not picture him . This makes me think of Kaidan and his LI postwar . Learning how to live , navigating normalcy . Becoming more civilian than solider , after everything is over . Since I have my own personal biases I AM picturing Joker and Kaidan specifically . It doesn’ t help I believe that the Moreaus came from Manitoba . So it’ s both of them , going back to Canada . Settling down again , falling into a rhythm with each other . Just relearning what it means to be people after everything . Also the bit about seeing fireworks in the distance . Yes . Far enough away the sound is muted or just not there . Just watching the lights . Kaidan and his LI . Finding normalcy < 3

9. Gronlandic Edit - of Montreal

“I guess it would be Nice, to give my heart to a God,

But which one, which one do I Choose?”

Something about funky little beats and the tone of this song make me picture that blue archeologist . In between ME1 and ME2 . Those strange two years . Being a recluse , trying to figure out how to live again . She has to learn how to reach out to people , find her drive again . She’ s willing to stagnate , but that doesn’ t mean she should . And she knows that . Liara can have her struggles and weird girl moments anytime she wants . Because this song definitely is that . Liara lives in a state of limbo for six months and this was playing on loop the whole time . She’ s just feeling a little funny don’ t worry ( maybe you should worry )

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: The Soiled Knight (Arys I) [Chapter 13]

His hand drifted down to brush lightly over the hilt on the longsword that hung half-hidden amongst the folds of his layered linen robes, the outer with its turquoise stripes and rows of golden suns, and the lighter orange one beneath. The Dornish garb was comfortable, but his father would have been aghast had he lived to see his son so dressed. He was a man of the Reach, and the Dornish were his ancient foes, as the tapestries at Old Oak bore witness. Arys only had to close his eyes to see them still. Lord Edgerran the Open-Handed, seated in splendor with the heads of a hundred Dornishmen piled round his feet. The Three Leaves in the Prince's Pass, pierced by Dornish spears, Alester sounding his warhorn with his last breath. Ser Olyvar the Green Oak all in white, dying at the side of the Young Dragon. Dorne is no fit place for any Oakheart.

@agentrouka-blog has managed to make me paranoid about tapestries.

Are any of these images important?

Edit: vulva!

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Even so, to wear his white cloak openly in the shadow city would be asking for attack. He had brought three with him: two of wool, one light and one heavy, the third of fine white silk. He felt naked without one hanging from his shoulders.

Better naked than dead, he told himself. I am a Kingsguard still, even uncloaked. She must respect that. I must make her understand. He should never have let himself be drawn into this, but the singer said that love can make a fool of any man.

Everyone meet Arys Oakheart.

The more pathetic, less principled version of Jon Snow.

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A short man stood in an arched doorway grilling chunks of snake over a brazier, turning them with wooden tongs as they crisped. The pungent smell of his sauces brought tears to the knight's eyes. The best snake sauce had a drop of venom in it, he had heard, along with mustard seeds and dragon peppers. Myrcella had taken to Dornish food as quick as she had to her Dornish prince, and from time to time Ser Arys would try a dish or two to please her. The food seared his mouth and made him gasp for wine, and burned even worse coming out than it did going in. His little princess loved it, though.

Uh oh.

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"Ours is a harsh land, and poor, yet not without its beauties. It grieves us that you have seen no more of Dorne than Sunspear, but I [Doran Martell] fear that neither you nor your princess would be safe beyond these walls. We Dornish are a hot-blooded people, quick to anger and slow to forgive.��

Better than quick tempers, slow minds. Ha!

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"My mother taught me long ago that only madmen fight wars they cannot win." If the bluntness of the question had offended him, Prince Doran hid it well. "Yet this peace is fragile . . . as fragile as your princess."

"Only a beast would harm a little girl."

We'll never know for sure, but I have a strong suspicion Jon III, ADWD was meant to follow this chapter.

The horn crashed amongst the logs and leaves and kindling. Within three heartbeats the whole pit was aflame. Clutching the bars of his cage with bound hands, Mance sobbed and begged. - Jon III, ADWD

Edit: Me not pointing out this mother fucker beat Sansa is a crime.

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"My sister Elia had a little girl as well. Her name was Rhaenys. She was a princess too." The prince sighed. "Those who would plunge a knife into Princess Myrcella do not bear her any malice, no more than Ser Amory Lorch did when he killed Rhaenys, if indeed he did. They seek only to force my hand. For if Myrcella should be slain in Dorne whilst under my protection, who would believe my denials?"

Oh no.

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"No one shall ever harm Myrcella whilst I live."

Um.

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"My lady?" he called. "Where are you?"

"Here." She stepped out from the shadow behind the door.

An ornate snake coiled around her right forearm, its copper and gold scales glimmering when she moved. It was all she wore.

No, he meant to tell her, I only came to tell you I must go, but when he saw her shining in the candlelight he seemed to lose the power of speech. His throat felt as dry as the Dornish sands. Silent he stood, drinking in the glories of her body, the hollow of her throat, the round ripe breasts with their huge dark nipples, the lush curves at waist and hip. And then somehow he was holding her, and she was pulling off his robes.

I'm so sorry for this parallel, Arianne.

"We shouldn't—"

"We should." Her breasts bounced as she stood on one leg to pull one boot, then hopped onto her other foot to attend to the other. Her nipples were wide pink circles. "You as well," Ygritte said as she yanked down her sheepskin breeches. "If you want to look you have to show. You know nothing, Jon Snow."

"I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and all his honor forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her half a hundred times by now, but always beneath the furs, with others all around them. He had never seen how beautiful she was. Her legs were skinny but well muscled, the hair at the juncture of her thighs a brighter red than that on her head. Does that make it even luckier? He pulled her close. - Jon III, ASOS

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His desire was as deep and boundless as the sea, but when the tide receded, the rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever. Sometimes the waves would cover them, but they remained beneath the waters, hard and black and slimy. What am I doing? he asked himself. I am a man of the Night's Watch. I am a knight of the Kingsguard.

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A great crack ran across it, from one wall to the other. He had not noticed that before, no more than he had noticed the picture on the tapestry, a scene of Nymeria and her ten thousand ships.

George, does this Nymeria do anything other than sail on ships?

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"I scratched too hard."

When she touched his back, he flinched as if her fingers were afire. "Don't." Naked, he stood. "No more."

"I have balm. For the scratches."

But none for my shame.

I can't with this.

While there may be some elements of manipulation going on, the big difference between Arianne / Arys and Ygritte / Jon is the distinct lack of coercion and threat to his life.

He can walk away at any point.

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"You seemed glad enough for the lessons at the time, ser. Are you certain you are not off to some other bed, some other woman? Tell me who she is. I will fight her for you, bare-breasted, knife to knife." She smiled. "Unless she is a Sand Snake. If so, we can share you. I love my cousins well."

Up until this point you're not entirely sure who the woman is. The reveal is great.

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"My place is at the palace."

She sighed. "With your other princess. You will make me jealous. I think you love her more than me. The maid is much too young for you. You need a woman, not a little girl, but I can play the innocent if that excites you."

"You should not say such things." Remember, she is Dornish. In the Reach men said it was the food that made Dornishmen so hot-tempered and their women so wild and wanton. Fiery peppers and strange spices heat the blood, she cannot help herself. 

Lol? What a dweeb.

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"I love Myrcella as a daughter." He could never have a daughter of his own, no more than he could have a wife. He had a fine white cloak instead.

Try being killed by your brothers, then coming back.

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Seeing her there upon the featherbed, smiling that wicked smile, toying with her breast . . . was there ever a woman with nipples so large or so responsive? He could hardly look at them without wanting to grab them, to suckle them until they were hard and wet and shiny . . .

I am begging the author to hire a woman ghostwriter for scenes like this.

Please, while there's still time.

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"Men will think me an oathbreaker. What if someone were to go to your father and tell him how I'd dishonored you?"

He's no bastard, but we can still add turncloak.

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My father is many things, but no one has ever said he was a fool. The Bastard of Godsgrace had my maidenhead when we were both fourteen.

(Pretty strong suspicion it was Jon III, ADWD.)

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My father is many things, but no one has ever said he was a fool. The Bastard of Godsgrace had my maidenhead when we were both fourteen. Do you know what my father did when he learned of it? 

Be completely level-headed about two consenting teenagers getting wrapped up in their feelings, and making a mistake?

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Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.

Thought so.

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But I am weak, else I would not be here now. He could not tell her that; she was the sort of woman who despised weakness, he could sense that. She has more of her uncle in her than her father. 

Arys knows Arianne about as well as Jon knows Ygritte.

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He turned away and found his striped silk undertunic on a chair. She had ripped the fabric to the navel when she pulled it down over his arms. "This is ruined," he complained. "How can I wear it now?"

"Backwards," she suggested. 

Turn your coat, ser.

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"Is that gallant, ser? You hurt me. I begin to think that all your words of love were lies."

I could never lie to you. Ser Arys felt as if she'd slapped him. "Why else would I have forsaken all my honor, but for love? When I am with you I . . . I can scarcely think, you are all I ever dreamt of, but . . ."

"Words are wind. If you love me, do not leave me."

Watch, as the masterful Arianne Martell attempts every technique in the book to break him.

Don't you love me?

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"I swore a vow . . ."

". . . not to wed or father children. Well, I have drunk my moon tea, and you know I cannot marry you." She smiled. "Though I might be persuaded to keep you for my paramour."

You and Asha, eh.

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"Perhaps a little. Do you think you are the only Kingsguard who ever loved a woman?"

"There have always been men who found it easier to speak vows than to keep them," he admitted. 

[...]

"And the Dragonknight?" She flung the bedclothes aside and swung her legs to the floor. "The noblest knight who ever lived, you said, and he took his queen to bed and got her with child."

Wasn't working, switch it up.

Everyone does it!

(Pretty strong suspicion it was Jon III, ADWD.)

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"I will not be remembered as Ser Arys the Unworthy," he declared. "I will not soil my cloak."

You will not be remembered at all, lol.

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"My uncle always said that it was the sword in a man's hand that determined his worth, not the one between his legs," she went on, "so spare me all your pious talk of soiled cloaks. It is not our love that has dishonored you, it is the monsters you have served and the brutes you've called your brothers."

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Joffrey. He had been a handsome lad, tall and strong for his age, but that was all the good that could be said of him. It still shamed Ser Arys to remember all the times he'd struck that poor Stark girl at the boy's command. When Tyrion had chosen him to go with Myrcella to Dorne, he lit a candle to the Warrior in thanks. 

Oh, well, as long as you feel bad about it.

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Tommen was a good-hearted little man who always tried his best, but the last time Ser Arys saw him he had been weeping on the quay. Myrcella never shed a tear, though it was she who was leaving hearth and home to seal an alliance with her maidenhood. The truth was, the princess was braver than her brother, and brighter and more confident as well. Her wits were quicker, her courtesies more polished. Nothing ever daunted her, not even Joffrey. The women are the strong ones, truly. He was thinking not only of Myrcella, but of her mother and his own, of the Queen of Thorns, of the Red Viper's pretty, deadly Sand Snakes. And of Princess Arianne Martell, her most of all.

Val stood on the platform as still as if she had been carved of salt. She will not weep nor look away. Jon wondered what Ygritte would have done in her place. The women are the strong ones. He found himself thinking about Sam and Maester Aemon, about Gilly and the babe. - Jon III, ADWD

(Pretty strong suspicion it was Jon III, ADWD.)

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"A son comes before a daughter."

"Why? What god has made it so? I am my father's heir. Should I give up my rights to my brothers?"

"You twist my words. I never said . . . Dorne is different. The Seven Kingdoms have never had a ruling queen."

"The first Viserys intended his daughter Rhaenyra to follow him, do you deny it? But as the king lay dying the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard decided that it should be otherwise."

Ser Criston Cole. Criston the Kingmaker had set brother against sister and divided the Kingsguard against itself, bringing on the terrible war the singers named the Dance of the Dragons. Some claimed he acted from ambition, for Prince Aegon was more tractable than his willful older sister. Others allowed him nobler motives, and argued that he was defending ancient Andal custom. A few whispered that Ser Criston had been Princess Rhaenyra's lover before he took the white and wanted vengeance on the woman who had spurned him. "The Kingmaker wrought grave harm," Ser Arys said, "and gravely did he pay for it, but . . ."

I don't know anything about Criston Cole. No idea what actually happened. Sorry.

The Kingsguard being divided is gaining a bit of steam.

Ser Boros and Ser Meryn sat to his right, leaving an empty chair between them for Ser Arys Oakheart, off in Dorne. Ser Osmund, Ser Balon, and Ser Loras took the seats to his left. The old and the new. Jaime wondered if that meant anything. There had been times during its history where the Kingsguard had been divided against itself, most notably and bitterly during the Dance of the Dragons. Was that something he needed to fear as well? - Jaime VIII, ASOS

It makes more sense if it's Cersei and Aegon, right? I don't know how Daenerys could factor in.

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You do know that when my father returns to the Water Gardens he plans to take Myrcella with him?"

"To keep her safe from those who would do her harm."

"No. To keep her away from those who'd seek to crown her. Prince Oberyn Viper would have placed the crown upon her head himself if he had lived, but my father lacks the courage." 

Sigh.

The cheesemonger spooned up cherries. "In Volantis they use a coin with a crown on one face and a death's-head on the other. Yet it is the same coin. To queen her is to kill her. Dorne might rise for Myrcella, but Dorne alone is not enough. If you are as clever as our friend insists, you know this." - Tyrion I, ADWD

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"A prison does not have fountains and fig trees, is that what you think? Yet once the girl is there, she will not be allowed to leave. No more than you will. Hotah will see to that. You do not know him as I do. He is terrible when aroused."

So let's not go out of our way to test him.

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Ser Arys frowned. The big Norvoshi captain with the scarred face had always made him feel profoundly uneasy. They say he sleeps with that great axe beside him. 

I'm sure you have nothing to worry about.

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"Aye, but Tommen is a good-hearted boy. He will be a better king than Joffrey."

"But not better than Myrcella. She loves the boy as well. I know she will not let him come to any harm.

In what world do both Tommen and Myrcella survive if they're the central figures in a war for the throne?

Hey, has anyone tried asking Myrcella what she wants?

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When she stood, the long black tangle of her hair fell down to the small of her back. "Aegon the Dragon made the Kingsguard and its vows, but what one king does another can undo, or change. Formerly the Kingsguard served for life, yet Joffrey dismissed Ser Barristan so his dog could have a cloak. Myrcella would want you to be happy, and she is fond of me as well. She will give us leave to marry if we ask." Arianne put her arms around him and laid her face against his chest. The top of her head came to just beneath his chin. 

Don't talk about marrying men from the Reach, I get ideas.

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When he put his arms upon her shoulders, he realized she was trembling. "Arianne? My princess? What is it, my love?"

"Must I say it, ser? I am afraid. You call me love, yet you refuse me, when I have most desperate need of you. Is it so wrong of me to want a knight to keep me safe?"

He had never heard her sound so vulnerable. "No," he said, "but you have your father's guards to keep you safe, why—"

"It is my father's guards I fear." For a moment she sounded younger than Myrcella. "It was my father's guards who dragged my sweet cousins off in chains."

He wasn't budging, what else can she do? She can be a damsel in distress for a white knight.

Clever girl.

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"Loreza is six, Dorea eight. What wars could they foment? Yet my father has imprisoned them with their sisters. You have seen him. Fear makes even strong men do things they might never do otherwise, and my father was never strong. Arys, my heart, hear me for the love you say you bear me. I have never been as fearless as my cousins, for I was made with weaker seed, but Tyene and I are of an age and have been close as sisters since we were little girls. We have no secrets between us. If she can be imprisoned, so can I, and for the same cause . . . this of Myrcella."

You think getting our first impression of Sansa through Arya's eyes was bad? Look at what the author has been doing to poor Doran since the start of this book.

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"Even so, you are his heir."

"Am I?"

"He left you to rule in Sunspear when he took himself off to his Water Gardens, did he not?"

"To rule? No. He left his cousin Ser Manfrey as castellan, old blind Ricasso as seneschal, his bailiffs to collect duties and taxes for his treasurer Alyse Ladybright to count, his shariffs to police the shadow city, his justiciars to sit in judgment, and Maester Myles to deal with any letters not requiring the prince's own attention. Above them all he placed the Red Viper. My charge was feasts and frolics, and the entertainment of distinguished guests.

Honestly, it kind of sounds like you're a queen, and Doran gave you a household and council to delegate to.

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"Not Trys. Quentyn." Her eyes were bold and black as sin, unflinching. "I have known the truth since I was four-and-ten, since the day that I went to my father's solar to give him a good night kiss, and found him gone. My mother had sent for him, I learned later. He'd left a candle burning. When I went to blow it out, I found a letter lying incomplete beside it, a letter to my brother Quentyn, off at Yronwood. My father told Quentyn that he must do all that his maester and his master-at-arms required of him, because 'one day you will sit where I sit and rule all Dorne, and a ruler must be strong of mind and body.'" A tear crept down Arianne's soft cheek. "My father's words, written in his own hand. They burned themselves into my memory. I cried myself to sleep that night, and many nights thereafter."

Look, another father resistant to talking to his daughter.

Would Quentyn not be troubled by a letter like that? How much did he know? I forget.

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If I were a father, I would want my son to follow me as well, he thought, but he could hear the hurt in her voice

I really didn't need his POV.

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"Sellswords break their contracts all the time."

"Not the Golden Company. Our word is good as gold has been their boast since the days of Bittersteel. Myr is on the point of war with Lys and Tyrosh. Why break a contract that offered them the prospect of good wages and good plunder?"

[...]

"No," she said. "I would believe it of any of the other free companies, yes. Most of them would change sides for half a groat. The Golden Company is different. A brotherhood of exiles and the sons of exiles, united by the dream of Bittersteel. It's home they want, as much as gold. Lord Yronwood knows that as well as I do. His forebears rode with Bittersteel during three of the Blackfyre Rebellions."

If I didn't include this @aegor-bamfsteel would have my head.

The Golden Company is marching to Volantis with the intention of joining Daenerys. I guess that means she's a Blackfyre.

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"Have you ever seen the arms of House Toland of Ghost Hill?"

He had to think a moment. "A dragon eating its own tail?"

"The dragon is time. It has no beginning and no ending, so all things come round again. Anders Yronwood is Criston Cole reborn. He whispers in my brother's ear that he should rule after my father, that it is not right for men to kneel to women . . . that Arianne especially is unfit to rule, being the willful wanton that she is." 

I don't see time, I only see a dragon eating itself.

History is a wheel though, and boy do those Targaryens love to eat each other.

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"I will." Ser Arys sank to one knee. "Myrcella is the elder, and better suited to the crown. Who will defend her rights if not her Kingsguard? My sword, my life, my honor, all belong to her . . . and to you, my heart's delight. I swear, no man will steal your birthright whilst I still have the strength to lift a sword. I am yours. What would you have of me?"

"All." She knelt to kiss his lips. "All, my love, my true love, my sweet love, and forever. But first . . ."

"Ask, and it is yours."

What could possibly go wrong?

Final thoughts:

Joffrey died from poison.

I think there's a high probability the show got parts of it right, and Myrcella will be poisoned.

I think there's a high probability that Jaime and Cersei will purposely drink poison.

That's four out of five.

I'm a little spooked, I can no longer take for granted that Tommen will go splat. It could still happen, but we have to start considering other possibilities too.

Moving forward, we will be focusing on something that gets a lot of attention, and I never gave a second thought.

The man had grown stout in recent years, though he was big-boned enough to carry it. "Ser Boros, you look like a man who enjoys his food. Henceforth you'll taste everything Tommen eats or drinks."

Ser Osmund Kettleblack laughed aloud and the Knight of Flowers smiled, but Ser Boros turned a deep beet red. "I am no food taster! I am a knight of the Kingsguard!" - Jaime VIII, ASOS

x

Ser Boros will be tasting every course before Tommen puts a bite into his mouth. - Cersei III, AFFC

x

"Ser Boros," the queen said pleasantly, "you look quite grey this morning. Something you ate, perchance?" Jaime had made him the king's food taster. A tasty task, but shameful for a knight. Blount hated it. - Cersei IV, AFFC

x

He did not look well. Of late Boros had grown notably heavier about the face and belly, and his color was not good. And he was leaning against the wall behind him, as if standing had become too great an effort for him.

[...]

Ser Boros tasted every dish that was set before the king. A humiliating duty for a knight of the Kingsguard, but perhaps all Blount was capable of these days … and wise, after the way Tommen's brother had died. - Epilogue, ADWD

-> return to menu <-

[armpitnoodlejuice]

age 29

i finally yelled back

after dream

after dream

of yelling

i yelled back

explosive anger. You grabbed me to strike me. i balled my first

somehow we both forgot

there’s 4 men working downstairs to fix the pipes

the chef is grilling steak in the yard

your wife is upstairs

my voice is loud

someone will be in trouble old man and it won’t be me

is today the day we die? Is today the day we get bruised? “i will call the police if you hit me”

“i will call the police if you hit me”

you know what that will do to us both? If they even make it, inside both of us are finished. i wanna keep our affairs private, but i also wanna show it on your face as much as i do mine. hit me if you want, because i will hit you back. Today is the day today is the morning. i am not my mother,

i am not my brother, i am not him, her, they, and them

i am your daughter. Inside i carry a temper… a madness for life as you do. Can you not see ? I am so mad. So mad that i dare to dream of peace and i am ready to scream for it. You are so mad so mad that you dare to kill a dream and you are ready to scream until it dies. May you never kill another dream or heart. May you never take anything or anyone from me again. you said if, i go you’ll curse me. A cursed man cannot curse. How do you not know this? Call me uneducated, did i not go to school for you? Call me worthless, do i not hold my weight in gold? Insult after insult like i am not someone’s daughter. Like i am not your daughter. But what do i expect. You beat my mother black and blue. You beat my brother black and blue. And countless others lives you bruised. Why would i be different. I know what i have always know - you cannot love. You will not love. I never asked for love, i just wanted peace. But you cannot offer and give what you never had. You lack. Your worth is less than mine will ever be. I may not know peace just yet. But i know which path to walk to gain it. I’m walking. I’m walking. Not much gas in the car and all i really need is one dress, slacks, basketball shorts, hoodie, t shirt, hula hoops and a yoga Matt. The rest will come. I’m gonna go to the park with my hula hoops and dance with my shadow. Why ignore her when she’s always kept me company. She fathered me better than you could ever. I waited long enough. I got the job and some coin. If i gotta sleep on the floor that is ok.

[cryptidinspace]

Dangerous Waters, Chapter Six!

Warning for mentions of fatal vore

“-We’d like anyone with information on the missing student to come forward immediately, and to avoid wandering the halls at night-” 

Sol found himself half-listening to the drone of a man’s voice over a speaker system. He was more interested in his breakfast, grilled fish wrapped in soft seagrass. He had never had anything this good back home, where his meals mostly consisted of whatever animals he could catch, eaten raw. 

This place has its perks after all. According to the announcements, a Merman had vanished last night. Not one day in, and the Mers are already getting snapped up left and right. A dry chuckle left his throat, as he speared another chunk of meat on one sharpened claw. It was common knowledge that Mermaids were stupid creatures, too obsessed with their looks, too weak to fight anything. Of course, fighting off Sea Monsters was a monumental task for anyone, but for a Mermaid? He assumed they’d simply give up the second such a beast entered their field of vision. 

Sirens were different. They were used to territory disputes, fighting off human interlopers, and shredding and devouring foolish sailors. They were a proud people, and would band together in their family groups to take down anything that tried to disturb their peace. And I’m strong. I can handle a Sea Monster alone. 

Your parents couldn’t-

The sudden thought blazed through his mind, vile and unwelcome, and he glared at his plate. His stomach felt twisted now, and his appetite had fled him.

A loud sigh drew his attention, and Sol glanced up through narrowed eyes. Someone had sat next to him, a girl with tendrils of purple hair falling over her face. He recognized her as the girl who had spoken out at their counselor meeting…De`Lune, that was her name. She had insisted that understanding could not exist if they hid their abilities from Mermaids…personally, Sol couldn’t care less about unity, but he figured that she was still right. 

“Hey.” He mumbled, leaning back and folding his arms. “Can I help you?”

She seemed startled for a moment, before arching one eyebrow. “Ex-CUSE me??”

He simply blinked back at her. “What?”

A loud gasp of disbelief left her, and she placed one hand on her hip. “I was just going to come say hi! But you sure are rude, huh?” 

Sol shrugged. “I guess.” He was trying to stay nonchalant, yet his face flushed. It had been a long time since he had interacted socially with anyone…most Sirens lived in little family groups, having little connection with others. And his family group was long dead, leaving him with no idea how to talk to this girl. And I’ve been avoiding those ridiculous “mating season” gatherings… 

She scoffed again, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “I cannot believe you.” Despite this, she leaned forward to look at him with a sort of lazy smile. “I’m De`Lune Claremont.” 

“Sol, Vengaza.” So, she was still sitting here, surprisingly. He glanced around the vast cafeteria, noting that most sirens were sitting alone, some even hovering near the ceiling and balancing trays on their tails, all to avoid talking to anyone. At least I’m not the only one. “Again. Do you want something…?”

De`Lune shot him a glare, before throwing her hands up. “I just wanna talk to someone!” She hissed. “Everyone here is so damn boring. All the other sirens are just grumbling about being away from their mamas.” She snorted, clearly in disgust. “I can’t figure out why any of them are here in the first place.”

Well, I doubt they’re all here for the same purpose as me. That would be interesting, though. “Who knows.” He forced himself to take another bite of fish. God, it was so good. 

“I’m here because I actually wanted to get to know Sea Monsters and Mers n stuff. Aren’t you the least bit curious about them? Everyone says Mermaids are dumb, and Sea Monsters wanna eat everyone. Is that true, or is there more to it?” She leaned closer to him, eyes glinting with feverish interest. 

Very slowly, Sol brought another piece of fish to his mouth, giving her a concerned stare in response. “Is’ not natural for sirens to care ‘bout that stuff.” 

“UGH.” Her tail lashed, spiky fins flaring. “Ya’ll got no sense of adventure!” 

“Mmmmhm. And what adventure are you looking for?” 

Her eyes lit up at the question. “Well, with the Mers, I want to figure them out. Why are they so afraid? Why aren’t they known for fighting back? I have some excellent theories on the matter-” Sol watched with begrudging curiosity as she pulled a well-worn notebook from her bag. “I think it’s a psychological thing, a byproduct of their biology.” She sighed again, louder this time. “But I can’t really figure it out until I talk to them.” Her grin widened, and her hand crept closer to Sol’s. “I could use a research partner…” 

He was about to refuse her completely, when an idea struck him. De`Lune was a big talker, a forward thinker. She could charm her way through introductions with Mermaids, but more importantly, Sea Monsters. If he waited behind her and held her equipment, or whatever it was she wanted of him, he would have an avenue to track down his family’s killer. 

“Hm…what about Sea Monsters? Thoughts on them?” He pulled his hand away, his face still stony. 

“Oh…” She leaned back again, an impish look coming into her eyes. “My plan is to get close. Reeeeal close. Too many of us are too afraid of them to really figure them out. I wanna figure out why they all look so different, how they classify their species, and how they deal with the moral implications of preying on a species that have the same cognitive capabilities of themselves. I mean, by human terms, it’s cannibalism. We’re different species, but we speak the same language, think the same thoughts, and from the waist up, we look startlingly similar.” Her hands began to wave frantically as she spoke, narrowly avoiding slapping Sol in the face. “The same can be said for Sirens and Humans, according to some. After all, we can communicate with them just fine, right? And we look about the same, right?” 

Sol snorted. “Oh, please. Humans are imbeciles. Sirens are the fully evolved and superior humanoid species. In fact, I think it’s stupid that it’s called humanoid in the first place. It could be Sirenoid.” 

De`Lune burst out laughing, slapping him cheerfully on the back. He grunted, shooting her a withering glare. “Oh Sol, Sol, have you ever considered that Sea Monsters might think the same as us?” 

“Well, they’d be wrong.” Still, he couldn’t help but think about it. Sea Monsters, seeing them as the inferior species? Well, physically…yes, physically speaking, Sea Monsters were far more powerful. But was that really what defined superiority? God, she was making his brain hurt. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways, I want to know their thoughts on the subject.” She swiveled in her chair, scanning the room. Sol followed her gaze, taking in the self-imposed segregation taking place. The Sea Monsters were mostly confined to one side of the cafeteria, while Mermaids crowded on the other. However, there were a few sitting together…perhaps most noticeably, a girl with a wide set of teeth on her stomach. Ew…are those real?? She was seated next to a couple of mermaids, all three muttering in hushed tones. 

“As well as internal structures, and all that…” She shot a devilish glance at Sol, before saying something truly astounding. “I’m gonna get them to eat me.” 

Sol turned to look at her slowly, his face showing a hint of fear for this first time in a long time. “You WHAT?” His voice pitched up, cracking slightly, and she snickered at him. 

“I want to understand what happens inside. How they think. How they move. How they eat.” She took Sol’s hand, and he was too stunned to swat her away. “I want to go deep. Can you blame me for being curious?” 

“Um, yes.” He finally ripped his hand away, lips curling in disgust. “So you have a death wish? What kind of research are you gonna conduct beyond the grave, hm?” 

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to die. I’ve got a plan.” She flipped open her notebook, pointing to a page of masterfully drawn Sea Monster anatomy. “You might know, Sea Monsters have two stomachs. Given their vast genetic diversity, this can vary, but it’s true for the vast majority. The first stomach is a storage chamber, where prey is kept alive. I don’t know for how long, but I intend to find out.” Seeing his continued horror, she rolled her eyes. “Oh c’mon, I won’t ask you to do it too. But you’ve sat here and listened to my pitch this long, without telling me to go fuck myself.” Her voice grew more subdued. “That’s longer than most people last.” 

“Do not try to make me feel bad for you.” However, she was right. And he was usually quite generous with insults. But she had impressed him yesterday. And she was still giving him a chance to find the killer. But she’s going to get killed herself. She’ll swim right up to some sea monster, beg to get eaten, and it’ll happily oblige. And she’ll die. He groaned internally. Fine. Fine, what do I care? Let her go on her stupid mission. I’ll still get what I need. “Alright. Fine.” 

Her jaw dropped for a moment, before she let out a squeal and pumped her hands up and down with excitement. “Okay, wow, I did not expect you to actually say yes! Alright, so, the main thing is writing down observations. Like, a scribe. It interrupts the flow of my work if I’m stopping every three seconds to write something down, and if I wait till the end of the day, I won’t be able to remember everything. Here…” With an almost tentative glance, she pushed the journal across the table to Sol. “Have a look. All my compiled knowledge so far. It’s not much, yet, but it will be.” 

“Hm.” He picked it up, flipping idly through the pages. There was an entire “chapter” dedicated to Mermaid respiration systems. Wouldn’t it be the same as ours? “Ok. Fine. So…where do we start?” 

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“I wish I could help more. I really do.” Magna’s voice was tired and strained, and Irridesse couldn’t find it in herself to be angry. “But I don’t know any of these guys. We’re from all over the place, after all. Like, I’m from the Northeast Mediterranean. I don’t recognize anyone here as Mediterranean.” 

Beside them, Lacey rubbed at their tired eyes. They had made the announcement that Atlantic was missing, and now the tension in the lunchroom was smothering. Everyone was shooting nervous glances at each other, whispering, while some cried softly in the corners. 

Irridesse had come up with the plan of her own, using Magna to sleuth out the killer. But Lacey found themselves unenthused. After all, what would it matter? The Monster who did this would just eat them too, unless Magna managed to fight them off, but even then, what would that accomplish? Atlantic would still be gone. Everyone would still be miserable and terrified. Surely, Irridesse had to realize that. Or had she gone into another one of her delusional spirals? 

A flicker of pink drew their attention, and they sat up straight as Coral Dulcette sat herself across from their little group. To their surprise, she was smiling, with an odd look of pride. What on earth was going on inside her head? 

“Hello there, students. Mind if I sit?” Magna gave her a puzzled luck, while Irridesse shrugged. “Oh, awesome. I just…” She folded her hands in front of her, no plate of breakfast in sight. “I’m so happy to see you getting along. Speaking to each other like equals. That’s exactly what I wanted to see.” 

Irridesse squinted, before realizing she was talking about her, Lacey, and Magna. She shot the Sea Monster a glare, and she just shrugged helplessly. “Miss Dulcette, I don’t like this Sea Monster. We are not friends.” Is that still true? “She’s helping me figure out what happened to Atlantic. We’re going to find who killed him, and bring them to justice.” 

“Ah, that.” Her smile dulled slightly. “Right. Personally, I think we’re jumping to conclusions here. Nobody’s confirmed that such a thing happened. It’s still completely possible that he left. I’m not sure why the headmaster and company are pushing this narrative, but there’s no evidence.” 

A part of Irridesse wanted to snap at her, insist that she was being insensitive. But she was a critical thinker by heart. It was true. The announcement had included mandatory searches of Sea Monsters, as well as an uptick of security. But there wasn’t any proof that they had done such a thing, technically. Atlantic could have easily left without a trace, hurried back home. He could have gotten lost out there, killed even, but there was no knowing if it was someone in the school. Honestly, outside might well be more dangerous than here. Home is miles and miles of empty oceans away. 

“Ok…well…I can’t do nothing. He’s an idiot, but he’s an idiot I’ve known since we were kids.” Her hands balled up in frustration, and she suddenly wanted to punch something. Beside her, Lacey shot her a dry look. “I need confirmation of where he is. A letter, a note, or…” She glanced at Magna. “Hey…have we checked his stuff?” 

“Um…” She squinted. “Nnnno. I don’t think we did. Why?”

“He wouldn’t just run home and leave all his fancy shit behind. Even if he was scared, his stuff is important to him.” She muttered curses under her breath. “Why did neither of you suggest this?” 

“We're tired.” Lacey grumbled. “And scared.” Magna glanced at them, and they had to look away. Irridesse’s unexpected friendship with this sea monster was…something. They didn’t know what to think of yet. They would need more sleep before properly thinking about anything. 

Coral cleared her throat, drawing their attention once more. “That sounds like a good avenue to me.” She gave them a sunny smile. “I’m glad you three are looking into it, together. It’s good to be proactive.” 

“Yeah.” In spite of her irate expression, Irridesse found herself feeling warm and fuzzy at the counselor's praise. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had approved of her schemes and plans, especially an adult. Hey, I’m an adult…And yet, at times like these, she felt no different from the rebellious child she was back home. “You two had better hurry up and finish eating, we’ve got stuff to do.” 

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“Carcharias? Carcharias?”

For the second time that morning, he was awoken by a tiny shape startlingly close to his face. Blinking open his eyes, he recognized Rosia. Her hands were clasped together, her face reluctant, and her fins were all flared uncomfortably. Something’s wrong. 

“Sorry, I didn’t wanna wake you up, but they’re doing a ‘mandatory checking’ of all the Sea Monsters. Cause they think a Merman got eaten last night.” Rosia sighed deeply, drifting down to rest on his bedside table. 

For a moment, he was confused, before his sleepy brain caught up with the events of the past day. “Right. Actually…” He grunted, stretching and hearing his back pop, before tossing off the blanket. “His name’s Atlantic. I was with him last night, and then someone knocked me out. But, um, I think they might have framed me…” As he spoke, it occurred to him how ridiculous this sounded. 

Rosia blinked at him slowly, her eyebrows furrowing. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a weary sigh, before speaking. “Carcharias, if you ate him, just be honest about it.”

“No!” Carcharias’s face flushed bright red, and he looked away, wringing his hands. “No, really, I didn’t.” I think. “I found him alone, and I got stuck on something, so we ended up talking. Then someone drugged me, or something. The nurse said they found a knockout drug in my system, which I know I didn’t take. Someone must have poisoned the water in the room…”

Rosia frowned, considering it. “Why would anyone do that, though? Why would someone frame you for eating Atlantic?”

“Maybe so they could get away with it.” As the reality of the situation set in, his eyes widened. A wave of panic gripped his chest. “Someone…ate him.” He stared into silence for a moment. He couldn’t imagine it…something that could beg and plead and cry, something that would still thrash between your teeth…and eating it, like it was just another scrap of fish? How could anyone do such a thing? 

His eyes wandered back to Rosia. “Hey…have you ever eaten someone?” 

“Ha, no.” She shook her head, chuckling dryly. “Look at me. I’m too small for that. Sure, sirens manage to rip humans apart and eat them, I could probably do that. But that’s not what we do. I was born…weird. My parents were fairly small of Sea Monsters already, but I had some kind of disease that stunted me. So now I’m no bigger than a mermaid.” Carcharias felt a twinge of guilt as her eyes lowered. “I don’t think other Sea Monsters take me seriously, because of that. They think I’m just little, and cute, I guess. It’s…nice, sometimes, to be fawned over. But sometimes, I wish people could respect me too.” A moment of silence passed, before she snorted. “Look at me, being all greedy.”

“That doesn’t sound greedy at all. I’m sorry…I had no idea.” He wished he could hug her, or hold her hand, or something, just to comfort her. But what were the rules here? How careful should he be? What if his claws grazed her, what if his arms crushed her? I hate this. I hate being big and awful and I hate that I can’t touch anyone. Tears of frustration came to his eyes, and he hurriedly wiped them away. And now Atlantic’s dead, and everyone thinks it was me. 

“Well…” She looked away, though a smile showed on her face. “I mean, it’s not all bad. Getting to hang out in everyone’s guts is fun. But thanks. I appreciate it.” 

“You-” He whipped his head to the side to look at Rosia, his jaw dropping slightly. “You WHAT?!” 

She groaned and shook her head. “You really don’t know anything about your own people, don’t you?” She spotted the tears in his eyes, and her voice softened. “Hey, it’s okay. There’s still time to learn.” 

“That’s not…I mean…” He glanced away. His parents hadn’t mentioned anything like this. When the news came about this new college, unifying all the humanoid aquatic species, they were actually hesitant. But Carcharias was optimistic, ridiculously so. They told him to be wary of other Sea Monsters, to avoid getting too close. They’re not like us. They’re savages, and they’ll drag you into their depravity if you aren’t careful. But looking at Rosia, he couldn’t see her as a depraved savage. She was kind, and creative, and better with people than he would ever be. 

The storm of emotions in his mind settled, just a bit, as he released a gusty sigh. “Alright. Explain it to me.” 

Her face brightened a bit, and she clapped her hands together. “So! Sea Monsters eat each other all the time. For protection, comfort, friendship, etcetera. The bigger ones keep the smaller ones in their stomachs, or even just in their mouths. The exact traditions change a little bit depending on region, of course. Some taste each other when they meet a new person. Some use it only to express romantic feelings. Where I’m from, it’s sort of double sided. The smaller ones like it because it’s safe and comfortable, and the bigger ones like it because…it feels nice, I guess?” Rosia shrugged, puzzled. “I’m not actually sure, uh, I’ve obviously never tried it, so I wouldn’t know.” 

It was a lot to wrap his brain around. Carcharias closed his eyes for a moment, trying to process it all. Clearly, this wasn’t really eating them, right? They all survived it. And both parties enjoyed it? It sounded terrifying. Clearly, all the Mers were scared of it. And did people like him enjoy having something alive and squirming in their stomachs? The thought made him shudder, and Rosia snorted aloud at him. 

“That terrible, huh?” Rosia shrugged. “You might like it if you tried it.” 

He flinched, not wanting to think about that possibility. Technically speaking, it wasn’t wrong. If no one died, how could it be wrong? And yet…only a monster would enjoy submitting to such predatory urges. Right? But to think of himself as one of them, doing the things they did…his feelings warred, disgust clashing with a sudden pang of loneliness. 

They sound so…free. His eyes lowered to his hands, studded with claws, meant for killing. Muscled arms, meant for dominion over others. Could one be happy with such features, happy being a monster, and embracing what made them savages? For a moment, he wanted it so bad. To be freed from the constant anxiety and self-loathing, the desire to run back home and never speak to another soul again…What I wouldn’t give… 

But there was one other problem, one that weighed far more heavily on his mind. “Right, so…that’s all well and good, but what about eating Merpeople, and humans, and sirens? Unless I’ve been very much lied to, they don’t typically make it out alive, right?” 

“Ah…yeah, no, it’s…complicated.” She flopped backward onto the bed, fins splaying out behind her. “So, Sea Monsters definitely eat Mers, and humans, and Sirens, all the time. Mostly humans and Mers, since there’s just more of them around. It’s something about needing living, thinking prey. Like, prey that has a close genetic makeup, is what I’ve been told. Which is why things like fish don’t work. And we need the hormones and active cells that are found in them. So, what that ends up meaning, is that Sea Monsters need to swallow live humanoid species whole. In order to live.” 

Carcharias gave her a puzzled expression. “Really? But I’ve never done that, seriously, and I’ve lived this long…eighteen years.” 

She shrugged once again. “That’s just what the people back home told me. I don’t know how you made it this far.” She was silent for a moment, before slowly speaking again. “You know, if it would help at all, I’ll let you eat me.” She gave him a quick smile. “You seem like a nice guy, Redfin.” 

He blinked at her slowly, his brain momentarily entertaining the thought without his permission. To have Rosia in his mouth, between his teeth, against his tongue…and then swallowing her down…His stomach gurgled suddenly, interrupting his train of thought, and his face turned bright red. “Oh my god, I am so sorry-” 

“HA!” She didn’t seem the least bit upset, just swam up to pat him on the shoulder. “Just let me know, dude. But, seriously though…it can help with unwanted cravings.” She gave him a sharp look. “About Atlantic, I believe you, alright? But you might not be able to control yourself next time, unless you do something about it. Take control of your own mind, and stop running from it.” There was a beat of silence, and her tone brightened again. “But hey, c’mon, we’ve got to get over to the office for those inspections.” 

“Uh-huh…” His head was still spinning. It was hard to believe that all of this was happening in the span of less than two days. And it’s nowhere near over yet. 

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“Goddamn, just how rich is this guy?” Magna’s voice rolled with disdain, even as she slid a black pearl necklace over her wrist. 

“Too rich.” Lacey mumbled, hauling a stone box out from beneath Atlantic’s bed. “Hey, this looks important.” 

Irridesse glanced down from her spot near the ceiling, where she was carefully going through his journal. To her surprise, he was quite the artist. The pages had been painted in bright colors, many presenting an oversaturated version of actual people and places. One of them even looked like her, and she had to admit, it was a nice portrait. “Coming.” Although it was pretty, there were no clues to be found here. 

She drifted down to the box, while Magna peered over the bed. Lacey scrambled at the lock for a moment, before sticking one long nail inside. With a faint creaking noise, the lock turned, and the lid sprang open. “That’s a shit lock.” Irridesse grumbled, before digging into the contents. 

They were files. All alphabetized, each one bearing what appeared to be a name and a date. Mollusca Mura, September 13th, that was just yesterday. Eidrich Bleaker, June 2nd. Paralitho Swilton, July 18th. “Alright, Mollusca is his father…” She did feel a bit bad going through his personal stuff, but desperate times required desperate measures. Also, she was curious. 

Opening the file, she found a letter. Stamped with a fancy wax seal, bearing the crest of House Mura. The writing was overly fancy, but not indecipherable. Lacey and Magna crowded closer, straining to get a look. Irridesse cleared her throat, before speaking aloud. “Eidrich tells me that our plan shall go into motion tomorrow night. Remember what we spoke about. You are not to leave school grounds until your sister arrives to pick you up. It’s not safe out there. And you are not to breathe a word of this to anyone. You must destroy this letter, as soon as you are done reading it. This madwoman must be shamed for her reckless destruction of our people’s boundaries.” Her voice faltered as she read the next, and final line. “I am proud of you. Be brave. Love, Dad.” 

A heavy silence passed between the three of them, until Manga hesitantly mumbled, “So why didn’t he destroy the letter…?” 

Irridesse winced, and beside her, Lacey sighed. “It would have been special to him. He would’ve wanted to look at it again.” Almost reverently, she smoothed the letter out against the bed frame. “Anyways. This is something. They had a plan of some kind. And it might be that Atlantic’s sister picked him up and left…but the school wouldn’t be marking him missing, they would have been informed. It’s not like Mollusca to go against rules. He wouldn’t ask his son to leave the campus without telling anyone. The plan was supposed to happen last night, and it was to stop a madwoman.” She looked at the other two, frowning. “Any ideas?” 

“Well you tell me, I had no idea what he was doing all night.” Magna huffed, while Lacey’s eyes seemed to light up. 

“Last night was when we met our counselors, right? It’s a long shot, but could he mean Coral? I mean,” A sheepish look came over their face. “she is kind of…a lot.” 

Irridesse nodded slowly. “Yeah, that sounds feasible. ‘Destruction of our boundaries’ could be something to do with the way she wants everyone to get along. But why send Atlantic here if he’s opposed to their entire purpose?” 

“Kinda sounds like he was only here as a double agent.” Lacey tilted their head, knitting their fingers together in thought. “Seems strange to only target Coral, though. It’s not like she’s the head of the whole operation, she’s just a counselor.” 

“True.” Irridesse scanned the letter again, flinching slightly as Magna suddenly lifted a tentacle to point at something. “What.” 

“Eidrich. That’s not a very common name, right? One of these files is also labeled Eidrich Bleaker.” She snatched the file, whipping it open to reveal a much more plain-looking letter. “Sounds like it’s someone who has inside details on when things are happening, ahead of time. Maybe someone in administration, another spy.” 

“Good eye.” As she took the letter from the woman’s violet tentacle, she couldn’t help but marvel at how natural this felt. The three of them, working as a team to solve a serious mystery. Making headway, finding clues, fitting together like cogs in a clock. And she’s a Sea Monster. But she’s…not that bad, actually. A ghost of a smile flickered over her face, before she cleared her throat and got to reading the letter. 

“Mr Atlantic Mura, I would like to formally thank you for your agreement to the betterment of our people through your father’s guidance. This ‘Oceans United’ endeavor is a threat to our people, all of Merkind, and must be extinguished. Your role is a vital one, in making the public understand the dangers this kind of thinking presents. By making Miss Dulcette’s idiocy clear to your fellow Merpeople, you have influenced them away from this danger they now face. Again, thank you, and godspeed.” She set the letter down with a sigh, shaking her head. “So. They had a plan to get rid of this school, by humiliating Coral. That’s such a dumb plan…”

“Maybe these are just dumb people. They sound like it.” Magna grumbled, rolling her eyes. “I liked Coral, when she talked to us in the lunchroom? She seems smart.” 

“Well, dumb or not, the plan clearly didn’t go according to plan. His sister never showed up, or if she did, she was too late. Something happened to him in-between. Either he disobeyed the plan and ran away, which doesn’t seem like him, or he got eaten by a Sea Monster.” Lacey explained, gesturing weakly with one hand. 

“Hmph.” Magna still seemed grumpy about this conclusion. “Or, hear me out, it could be another Mer or siren trying to take him out. His father’s plan is stupid, but it’s still going to make waves. Maybe someone caught wind, and wanted to stop him from going home.” A spark lit in her eyes, and she pounded her first into her other hand. “They could be interrogating him right now!” 

Lacey went silent, staring at the ground. A part of them wanted to shout at Irridesse, take her by the shoulders and shake her until she started thinking rationally again. Why wasn’t she scared of the Monster sitting next to her, the one who almost ate her alive??  Why did she think any of this was normal or fine? Maybe she’s finally lost it for good. 

And yet, Irridesse felt more clarity than ever before. She wasn’t being blocked by constant objections, or people insisting she was out of her mind. The way forward was clear, and she had two partners at her sides. “Alright. If he did get eaten, they’ll likely figure it out during this inspection, which, by the way, you should probably get to.” She prodded Magna with one hand, eliciting a tired groan. “And if he didn’t, then he’s likely being held somewhere around campus. If we want to find out where, we can start by figuring out who this Eidrich Bleaker is.” She stuffed the two files into the drawer, ignoring the third one entirely. Maybe she’d have a glance at it later. “Seriously, you need to go.” 

Magna grumbled under her breath, before straightening up and stretching her tentacles with a soft hiss. “Alright, alright. It’s just gonna be a lot of poking and prodding and invasive questions, though.” 

Irridesse shrugged, though inwardly she felt a twinge of pity. She couldn’t imagine dealing with that. Any slimy nurse’s assistant who laid a hand on her would regret it. Even without fangs, she figured she could draw decent blood. “Good luck.” Lacey hummed a quiet agreement, still refusing to properly look at the Sea Monster. What is this place doing to us…? 

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“Okay, single file, everyone.” It was the same guy from before, still draped in green, adjusting his glasses as he stared at the list in his hand. He stood at the door to the infirmary, making no move to further coral the twenty-or-so Sea Monsters milling around. 

Carcharias could hear them whispering amongst themselves, snatches of conversation clearly revolving around the incident they were being searched for. As he glanced at the others, the conversation with Rosia returned to his mind. I don’t know who any of these people are. Should he? Did the rest of them know each other? 

Rosia seemed to have the same thought, as she tugged sharply on his finned ear. “We should really get to know everyone.” She hissed. “Like, there’s not that many of us. And we’re all in this together, right?” That was debatable. “I did end up holding that party last night, but um, it didn’t last long. We kind of got kicked out because Lacey wanted to go to bed.” 

He nodded slowly in agreement, watching from the corner of his eye as the first test subject reluctantly swam into the office. Was it possible that one of them really ate Atlantic? He only knew of their names, other than Rosia. Spike. The de-facto leader. He was everything a leader ought to be, by the look of him. Though for once, he wasn’t talking to anyone. The young sea monster was leaning against a wall, a bit removed from the rest of them. Dirty blonde hair fell over his eyes, in a sort of side-shaved shag. Yellow eyes peered out from the strands of hair, half-lidded and clearly tired. He was tall, not as tall as Carcharias, but still towered over most of his classmates. His skin was a warm tan, and his facial structure reminiscent of the way Mermaids carved statues of stone. 

Without realizing that he had been staring, Carcharias jumped as Spike suddenly locked eyes with him. His brows lifted slightly, before pushing himself off the wall with a faint smile. “Hey.” 

The taller man backed away, his face flushing. “Oh! Hi! Sorry.” He could feel stares on his back as a few others glanced at him curiously. Rosia darted out from the cover of his shoulder, waving cheerfully at Spike.

“Hi! Hey, you alright? You look super out of it.” Carcharias winced at her brutal honesty, while Spike just snickered. 

“Just homesick, I think. I didn’t get much sleep.” He shrugged. “It’ll wear off.” His eyes flashed with recognition, and he grinned, showing unusually long fangs. “Hey, weren’t you holding a party last night? Sorry I didn’t show up.” 

Rosia gasped, clasping her hands together. “Ah, you actually remembered me! Wow! Well yeah, it’s no big deal. It wasn’t all that anyways.” She waved one hand dismissively. “Some other time.” 

He nodded, before glancing back at Carcharias, and holding one hand out. “Hey, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Spiracles, but everyone just calls me Spike.” 

Carcharias took his hand, noting the way his almost engulfed the smaller man’s hand. And yet, he didn’t feel delicate. He felt like he could probably kick anyone’s ass if he wanted to. “Um, I’m Carcharias.” 

“Car-char-ias.” Spike sounded it out slowly first, tilting his head at the unusually lengthy name. “That’s a cool name.” 

Cool is the last word I’d use to describe myself. Still red in the face, Carcharias gave him a sharp nod. Rosia shot him a smug look, lightly flicking him with her tail fins. “Th-thanks.” 

“Alright, next!” Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the man in green wave him over. “Come on, focus up.” 

“Right…ok, bye.” Still burning with embarrassment, he darted away. The door was almost too small, brushing his shoulders as he squeezed inside. How on earth did they get me inside when I was passed out? 

With a bit of ushering around, he was squeezed into the same curtained-off room as before. As he flicked the white fabric aside, he caught a couple of Mer assistants whispering. “That’s the one Delphina was talking about, right?”

“Yep. Says he was probably the last one to see Atlantic…he woke up asking about him.” 

“Creepy…” 

Oh right…talking to Spike had managed to distract him from the real problem here. All evidence pointed toward him having eaten Atlantic. But he didn’t, and how on earth were they going to check that? What if they crammed him in your mouth after you passed out? The thought made his face go pale. But then again, that made no sense. A sea monster wouldn’t kill him unless they wanted to eat him…and it was a Sea Monster, right? Had to be. 

The nurse brushed the curtains to the side, swimming up to him. Her face was tense, and her glasses fogged. She took them off, wiping them on her rumpled shirt with a sigh. “Okay. Nice to see you again.” 

Carcharias cleared his throat, mustering his courage to plead his case. “I-I didn’t eat him. Really. I was drugged by someone else, I don’t know who.” I was talking to him right before, but…I blacked out, and I only realized he was missing the next morning.” 

She gave him a withering look, clearly not believing a word. “Alright. Well. Luckily, we have a definitive way of proving whether you did so or not.” She opened a nearby drawer, revealing what appeared to be a massive paintbrush. With a grunt, she hefted it up, slinging it over her shoulder like a harpoon. “Open up.” 

“Open…my mouth? Really?” Wasn’t that supposed to be a terrible idea? He shifted nervously, scales scraping on rugged walls. 

“Me and Abalone are trained for this sort of thing, don’t you worry.” A trace of a smile appeared over her face. “And I’m assistant nurse Delphina. This thing is heavy and we’ve got a lot of Sea Monsters to check, so get on with it.” 

He nodded sheepishly, before slowly craning his jaws open. Delphina didn’t seem to care, only keeping her distance from his teeth as she carefully swabbed the inside of his mouth with the brush. He was surprised to find that it was fine. He wasn’t tempted to bite her, like he had been so worried about. Hm. His shoulders relaxed a bit, and he hadn’t even realized how tense he was. 

“So, that’ll just get back to the lab to see if there’s any DNA inside your mouth. Other than your own, of course.” Carcharias nodded again, still silent. “Next up-” She opened another cabinet, pulling out one of several orange buckets. He tilted his head to see, as she peeled the lid off, revealing a heap of something glowing. After pulling on a fresh pair of gloves, she plunged one hand in and fished around. “This should do.” 

The thing she pulled out appeared to be a rotund fish. It was glowing bright greenish-yellow, and had oddly thick-looking scales. It smelled strange too, like nothing natural. What’s she going to do with that? He watched apprehensively as Delphina gave the fish a little shake, brightening the glow of its scales even more. 

“So…all I need you to do is swallow this. It’s a light probe. Like a whale’s echolocation, it uses sound waves to search for abnormal shapes in the stomach. The light allows us to see it through your skin.” It was just a fish, yet Carcharias still found himself recoiling with a grimace. It was still alive…even if survived the experience, he felt like he’d be sick regardless. 

Delphina stared him down, holding the fish out. It looked quite calm, unaware of it’s impending journey. Or perhaps, it just didn’t care. “Take it. You can do this part yourself, right? Just swallow it.” 

Okay, it’s going to prove you innocent. Just suck it up- Still visibly disgusted, he reached to pinch the probe between two talons…before the white curtain of the examination room was suddenly flung open. Carcharias yelped in surprise, smacking his head on the ceiling with a thump. It was an older man, with a heavy mustache, and a crisp waistcoat. It was the headmaster, the man who had addressed them all yesterday. He looked rather untidy, with his hat eskew, and his silvery eyes wide. “Stop! You can stop right now, Nurse!” 

Delphina backed away, snatching the fish back into her arms. Placing one hand on her hip, she spun to face him. “Mister Bleaker. Why are you interrupting the searches?” Peering past the two merpeople, Carcharias could see other sea monsters filing out of the room, clearly confused. Including Spike. 

“No need for searches! Someone fessed up already.” Bleaker adjusted his hat, leaning against a nearby countertop, as the urgency drained from his body. “Some lad…I feel bad for it, honestly. Poor beast doesn’t know how to control-” He felt silent as he finally noticed Carcharias, and his face turned pale. “Well, what I mean to say is, it’s a shame. A r-real shame.” The nurse’s assistant looked skeptical, but obediently shut the lid on her bucket of glowfish. “Don’t bother with the searches…the case is closed! Uh, my condolences to Atlantic’s family…yes, they’ll be devastated…” 

The headmaster turned and darted away, while Carcharias felt his heart sink. He was innocent indeed…and he didn’t even have to prove it. But Atlantic was dead. How could they do such a thing?! He had barely known the man, yet sudden grief filled his chest. Sinking to the floor, he placed his hands over his eyes. Delphina was silent, only sighing, before she turned and left him alone. 

It didn’t make sense…the pieces of the story were disjointed. Questions still left unanswered. But it would have to wait. For now, all the Sea Monster could do was cry quietly into the currents that whispered by. 

[cidnangarlond]

i love Cid/Fortuna they are so real to me. 26, 49, and then pick your favorite to talk about in the ask game :3c

If I can get everyone to look at Cid and be like "that's Fortuna's husband" then I will have succeeded. They r so everything

26) What sacrifices do they make for each other?

They both have to sacrifice a little bit of their sanity for different reasons. Cid knows Fortuna is the Warrior of Light and she'll be in danger all the time, going to different worlds and even back in time, and despite how insanely capable she is he cannot help but always worry about her, at least a little bit. He knows she'll always make it out but every time she goes off he can't help but hear a voice in the back of his head ask if that's going to be the last time he sees her. So Cid sacrifices a little bit of his sanity to worry, but she always come back just fine.

Fortuna, meanwhile, will wonder when she's off on an adventure if her husband has decided to create a new project to keep him busy and worry he will blow himself up. Listen I've already told you how he managed to turn a grill into something that freezes and encased another in a block of ice by reversing its properties. Cid is an engineering marvel and Fortuna KNOWS it's only a matter of time before she's off in, for example, Radz-at-Han, and hears "Oh yeah the Ironworks exploded. Badly." Fortunately she keeps in constant contact with Jessie who keeps Cid in line when she's not there but Cid has also burned off his eyebrows before when Fortuna was away and singed some of his beard. He misses his wife so so much he just goes stupid on inventions while he waits for her to return. And Fortuna knows this so she sacrifices some of her sanity wondering if he's going to finally try and make something to bring spring back to Ishgard.

Their kids keep him busy, of course, so he's not as liable to go crazy go stupid when they're around, because he is NOT doing anything if they're in the house. But, say they're at someone's house for a sleepover, spending the day with Auntie Tataru, they're out of the house... there are no guarantees.

49) Do they keep secrets from each other?

Cid and Fortuna are opens books about everything with each other. They don't feel a need to be secretive about anything other than birthday/nameday or anniversary gifts. There have been times where Fortuna has perhaps fibbed a little about how actually dangerous something is to keep Cid from going mad with worry, but she always comes clean in the end. And Cid always knows when she does this and knows she's just trying to have him not worry, but it doesn't bother him at all because it's what gives her peace of mind. (Not like it matters in the end as she always tells him the full truth but it still happens anyway.)

AND MY FAVORITE QUESTION HMMMMM...... I'm going with 39 because if I picked 41 - What would they do if they lost each other - I'd cry writing it. Cid has plot armor I do not see it and Square Enix do not make a liar or fool out of me!!

39) When and how did they admit that they loved each other?

Let's go back to old Praetorium. There was a cutscene right after the first boss, where you talk with Cid and he tells you to go on ahead and he'll remain there. He says "We'll stay in contact via linkpearl. Be careful, alright?" Do you know how much that meant to me. As a wolshipper. Seeing that for the first time. I blew up I exploded. Anyway right then is when they admit it, not so much in words, though. They stand there for a moment after he tells her to be careful, and then they both go in for the kiss. They just knew it was going to happen right there.

And Fortuna tells him she had to do that before she rushed off into danger. Cid says he was really hoping she would. He repeats himself and tells her to be careful before she goes off. Cid goes to say "I love you" but Fortuna stops him and says "Let me survive this first. Then you can say it."

Then the rest of Prae happens and the Ultima Weapon and beating up Lahabrea when it was an 8-person smackdown. Cid and everyone outside and he's freaking out that he can't get in contact with Fortuna, knowing he can't fly into the Praetorium to save her. Fortuna leaping out on the magitek armor and Cid going "Yes! The hero returns!" He does go up and helps her get down, and he really wants to kiss her again. Fortuna can tell and she goes "What, here? NOW? In front of everyone?" She's so embarrassed but Cid points out "Didn't you say I should let you survive this first? Well, you survived." And she's a woman of her word, and she goes, "Okay. You can say it." And he pulls her in for a quick kiss and whispers so only she can hear it "I love you" and she says "I love you, too."

(Fortuna was embarrassed at first that they're doing a whole public display of affection in front of EVERYONE but after A Realm Reborn she did just stop caring. During the Ivalice raids when Cid is there she would just stand behind him and drape her arms around him and rest her head on top of his as he kept on hand on an arm and kept the other free for gesturing. They are so truly madly deeply in love with each other it hurts. They will do PDA and they do not care who sees it.)

Also as a bonus I'm sharing Fortuna's playlist which is essentially a Fortuna/Cid playlist because you CANNOT separate them. Package deal.

THANK YOU RHYS MWAH :chu:

[madd-rot]

BROOO i saw ur reblog to my post from the @/dick-grill sideblog i own and ive been scrolling thru your blog and like... yea tell me about Aturah? im curious and i do this thing where i incorporate other fictional universes within my own paracosm (which is on a massive fucking scale) so i want to see if i can incorporate yours because frankly it sounds cool as shit

I cannot even BEGIN to explain how much of a smile this put on my face, there is so much I can talk about with it. So…

ATURAH’S WORLD OVERVIEW

This is going to be extremely long and some worlds aren’t fully developed in certain areas.

TW for brief mentions of torture, human experimentation, kidnapping, killing and war

I’m going to overview the Worlds and Lands because they are a whole essay overall I can always do paras later on.

WORLDS

Aturah is the name of my paracosm however it is only a single world within this universe, for now there are three others however I am ALWAYS growing it.

The current four worlds are: Aturah, Ivalion, Asix and the Nexsora.

World 1 — Asix

The first world that was created was Asix as it’s a world that holds the gods of the universe. This world is separate from all the others and you cannot reach it unless you have direct passage from the Gods. It’s currently ruled by Izrena, The Goddess of Judgment and Afterlife and is filled with other gods of various things.

The world itself can be described like a heaven, there is a massive white and gold palace that stands in the centre where every god stays, surrounding the palace are glowing forests that hold visions of each of the other four worlds created by the leaves from the trees around them. This is so the Gods are able to keep watch over the other worlds without being in harm’s way.

World 2 — Ivalion

Ivalion is the closest world to Asix, holding areas of the world that are known as Godlands. They hold mythical species with abilities that are gifted from the Gods themselves. There are currently three Godlands, Aezarhia, Izelon and The Jadelar, these godlands work together to keep peace within their own world.

Ivalion itself can be described as a tower, each layer holding one colour of clouds. The first layer is a sort of peaceful purgatory of purple that visitors wait around in until someone from one of the Godlands comes to take them to the layer they need to be at. The second layer being a turquoise colour, this is Aezarhia. The third is gold and black, Izelon and the final layer the Jadelar is green and white.

World 3 — Aturah

Aturah is probably the furthest from the Gods, it harbours human beings and is separated into four mainlands, Avraenia, Aulden, Mavica and Wispia. There is also one centre land in the middle of the world. The world is very famous for the mainlands being at war with each other and sometimes even against Ivalion. Aturah is also famous for the cursed land of Iyeoxheim that holds various malicious demons.

Aturah can be described as a barren land, you can see each mainland from the centre land and travel to them through train stations leading to and from the centre land or travel on foot to them however there are various creatures that roam the lands at night, rumour has it they come from Iyeoxheim as the magical barricade gets weak after the sun goes down.

World 4 — The Nexsora

This world is the only world with a direct passage from the Gods, because it’s a realm for the teenagers of each world to grow up in. It was created after the great war between Ivalion and Aturah, when kids reach the age of 13 a portal will be opened within their home. An option for the child to go to the Nexsora. Growing up around people from different worlds and lands can lessen a chance of the great war ever happening again.

The Nexsora is a neon purple and pink world, separated into The Academy and Nexus City. Both ares massive in size in order to house the thousands sometimes millions of teenagers from each of the worlds. While the Academy is strictly monitored by various Gods, Nexus City is left as free game.

LANDS

World overview done. Time for the lands of each world.

Land 1 — Aezarhia (Ivalion)

Aezarhia holds the mythical species called Kulea, they were gifted their abilities from Ezotz, God of Music.

The Kulea are sirens crossed with wolves put into a humanoid form, they are able to use their voices to entrap and lure their targets, then tear them apart using claws, teeth or anything they can find. The monarch that overlooks Aezarhia is the longest living Kulea in Ivalion, followed closely by the ruler is the top rank protectors, regular protectors, citizens and so on.

Aezarhia is easily recognised due to the turquoise colour and serene atmosphere, the Kingdom holds various buildings however it’s much more structured like a forest filled with various hunting sport for The Kulea, the ruler of Aezarhia lives within a tree like structure in the centre of the forests. This tree like structure is the haven. This haven is where Kulea can go to recharge their voices and sleep.

Aezarhia was also the first land to declare war on Mavica after Zephyr discovered they had been kidnapping Kulea and bringing them back to Aturah, during the Great War, Aezarhia hung back in order to defend Ivalion from any attackers that had sneaked past the other two lands.

Aezarhia is home to Zephyr Willow and Shizuko Nagasawa

Land 2 — Izelon (Ivalion)

Izelon is the second land of gold and black, this harbours the Assirus that hold black magic gifted from Ylena, Goddess of Shadows.

The Assirus are humanoid creatures with black halos that emit a small purple glow, this gives them their magic. Assirus hold incredible physical ability and they aren’t ruled by any monarch, they only follow the strongest Assirus at that time period. Assirus without halos have a short amount of time to get them back or to get help from others before they crumble away into a dark ash permanently. Being incredibly powerful has to have harsh consequences when slipping up right?

Izelon itself is just a massive castle with personalised rooms for each Assirus that lives there, the castle is gold and black and has rooms that are able to change at will to the Assirus’ wishes when they are in the room so it doesn’t get boring being in one castle all the time.

Within the Great War, Izelon were the front line, with powerful magic directly from Ylena herself they were able to take out many many humans. An Assirus named Mikko Luz even became a cross-realm war hero because of it.

Izelon is home to Mikko Luz and Artemis Luz

Land 3 — Jadelar

The Jadelar is the final layer of green and white, this place harbours Jade Spirits that had their abilities given to them by Raagi, God of Spirits.

Jade Spirits are partially transparent female ghosts that emit a green hue, they are able to pass through walls and even possess things. They were ruled by Raagi until the God ‘disappeared’ and they had to elect a leader to rule in his absence, they are still able to use Raagi’s spirit magic even without the God being there. However if a Jade Spirit gets too overwhelmed with his magic, she will fade away and disappear forever.

The Jadelar is a green floating city with various bridges attached to other floating towns and villages. There are MANY Jade spirits that live in the Jadelar after all, there is nothing underneath the floating city, nobody knows where the fall goes but if you fall down there you will never be seen again.

During the Great War, a few of the Jade Spirits were able to get through into Aturah to start attacking from there however one of them reached Iyeoxheim and saw Raagi within that land. It didn’t take long to realise Raagi had been shut away in that land as a demon.

The Jadelar is home to Sasha Alinksy, Kali Liere and Faith Reyes

Land 4 — Avraenia (Aturah)

Avraenia, the first and most famous mainland, it’s known well for it’s giant modern kingdom. But also for it’s long line of Monarchs that rule along with the Goddess of Beginnings, Aphion who saved the land from destruction and turned a nuclear wasteland into a Kingdom filled with a magic energy called Avae.

The Monarchs are the only ones able to harness the full potential of Avae, which is why Monarchs have to stick to a single bloodline, The Asteria Bloodline.

There have been 4 monarchs so far,

Ezekiel Caspian Asteria

Sylvia Celeste Asteria

Eden Leoni Asteria

Karma Lyric Asteria

The Monarchs are unable to use their magic recklessly though, the monarchs are created with Avae itself and their power is drawn from the energy within them. If they go too far and use all of their avae up, there can be disastrous consequences for them.

However the Kingdom isn’t so great as it looks, Avae has been used for bad reasons and some of the Monarch’s advisors have even used it to torture people from other lands into giving up information. The monarchs have covered this up to make sure it doesn’t reach Avraenia’s citizens.

Avraenia is home to Kajus Lorano, Paris Zervelis and Adrian Kazaku

Land 5 — Aulden

Aulden is an infamous mainland for it’s almost oppressive government, the citizens are treated harshly unless they are successful and they’re building up more and more of an army to try and overtake Aturah. The cities are filled with constant battles of citizens against law enforcement.

There are a few rumours spreading about the government throughout other mainlands, Aulden was on the brink of collapse a few months ago after a presidential election, mysterious attackers had started picking off government officials one by one. But all of a sudden one day Aulden just picked back up and became stronger than ever.

This is also around the time when an agent by the name of Artemis was seen around the president constantly, that would normally be fine however Artemis had a black halo that emitted a purple hue. Rumours quickly fired up that the president had made a deal with an Assirus to get to his position.

Aulden is home to Casper Verlice, Soren Kade and Kang Min-Hyun

Land 6 — Mavica (Aturah)

Mavica is an incredibly shady mainland but is prized for all of it’s technology, it’s also well known for it’s famous representative figure, Nova Angelo. The technology makes it so cities are high powered and very close to a futuristic style. While nobody outright opposes the government it is said that there might be human experimentation happening within the massive government building that remains heavily guarded.

Mavica is also known for having a brotherhood with the lowest kill count and not because they’re weak either. Targets of the Brotherhood just straight up disappear, sometimes with new identities and sometimes there’s just no trace. It’s very rare for an example to be made, it makes for a chilling lack of fight against the government.

This also makes Mavica a very intimidating place, with the rumours of human experimentation and the brotherhood news. Mavica has also been well known for targeting Aezarhia, they captured any Kulea that weren’t able to kill or get away from them in time. This enraged the top protector of Aezarhia and caused the Great War itself.

Mavica is home to Nova Angelo, Adonis Alverez, Leon Valencia and Eli Asper

Land 7 — Wispia (Aturah)

Wispia, the mainland that currently has the Top Assassin of Aturah, Phoenix Cassidy. Wispia is seen as a very peaceful Kingdom when they aren’t messing with the supernatural. They are the closest to Iyeoxheim and seem to study it’s creatures as much as they can.

The true reason for Wispia investigating the supernatural however, is because it’s Monarch is being influenced and driven crazy by one of the demons in Iyeoxheim. The weak barrier at night allows this demon to enter their dreams and terrorise them. The Monarch has not had a good nights sleep in a long while and has started to become unable to rule.

Wispia has also been labelled as a “mainland that could lose it” after Phoenix’s first tournament as an assassin caused a huge devastation and a loss of many lives.The streets are also overrun by many gangs that look up to Phoenix because of this incident. Wispia is seen as polar opposite to Aulden because of this, one has too much enforcement and one has barely any.

Wispia is home to Phoenix Cassidy, Teddy Cabrera, Faith Silva and Alex Lawrence

Land 8 — Iyeoxheim

Iyeoxheim is a cursed land of ruins that holds the spirits of 5 demons, however their human bodies still remain outside of Iyeoxheim and are currently living other lives unaware of their true nature. Iyeoxheim is sealed away with a magical barrier and watched over by those in Asix.

The 5 demons used to be a part of Asix themselves as Gods however after they became greedy and tried to take over Asix and rule over the universe itself, they began a war against the other gods. After promptly being defeated and killed they were banished by Izrena into Iyeoxheim as demons.

These spirits are still fighting to get back into their physical forms through the use of creatures being able to leave the land after night falls, if the barrier were to ever be lifted. It would be catastrophic for the entire of Aturah.

The Nexus (Nexsora)

The Academy is easily explainable as a giant academy to teach the teenagers that come through the portals however the Nexus is much more complicated than The Academy.

The Nexus is a giant metropolis that those over 16 may enter, this is because it is completely ungoverned and the metropolis is a very dog eat dog place. How some teenagers act within The Academy can easily pull a 180 once they they head into the Nexus after the school day is out.

The Nexus also holds a status system, at the beginning of every month there is a given time period for teenagers to live their lives in the Nexus however they want but eventually there will be a preparation point for “The Battle of Chips”, the battle of chips is where everyone in The Nexus will fight and try to kill each other. For every kill you get a certain amount of chips.

If you are killed however it’s not a permanent death, you would just be teleported back to your dorm in the Academy (You have an assigned dorm however you can go and stay in the Nexus if you have a place to stay in there) and will wake up the next morning.

Eventually your chips can be traded in for a higher status, these statuses can get you further in the Nexus. Some have even gotten a high enough status to unlock every privilege in The Nexus before.

The Nexus battles are to push older students to work harder during school days because of the infinite freedom they get outside of The Academy. It’s proved to be very successful in the past so the Gods haven’t ever interfered with this way.

AND THERE IT IS

That was the overview of Aturah, I could go into much more specific things in this paracosm but I can definitely make a part two for that.

[phobicsiren]

Garden Musings

I shed a carefully constructed mask, re-find the girl I actually am, when I am here. There is something almost inexplicably refreshing about the trees - tall and lean, yet somehow mighty, towering over me. Fragrant grass beneath my bare feet, the all too familiar sound of a lawn mower in the distance. Chirruping birds keep me company while they go their own way. I tilt my head back and for the first time in too long a time, drink in the gentle sun; it washes away the past and the future, sating my need to be in the present. Through closed eyes, I play hide and seek with it and the fluffy cumulus clouds. This is peace.

There is solace in an environment that is hospitable. Where you can look out and as far as the eye can see there is a trove of greenery awaiting you. A thicket of trees, the call of the lark. Even the gentle bumble of the too-fat bee. It is a welcome home.

In a different life, a gentler life, my love potion smelled like fresh cut lawn and chocolate chip cookies. Lazy summer afternoons adrift in the pool were pierced by the far off drone of the lawn mower. As the sun dipped behind the trees, streaking the horizon pulpy orange and ruby grapefruit, the yard was undeniably fragrant. Intoxicating smoke from the grill mingling with heady grapes on the vine were a tonic on their own. Neither compared to the unmistakably sweet, sharp smell of cut grass and the safety it conjured. By the time twilight enveloped us, wrapping its lavender hues in everything it touched, the lawn mower was put away, it’s low drone replaced with the soft splash of water. Chlorine hung sharp in the air, and dewy grass dyed pruny feet the softest tinge of green.

In this desert, under a ceaseless sky that bleeds into red rocks off in the distance, there are no vines, no grapes. My feet skim the water’s surface under a too hot sun, the peace disturbed by the ebb and flow of the city. The afternoons last too long, overstaying their welcome instead of going gracefully when the moon is ready to play. Finally, the sun dips behind the mountains on the horizon, but it does not offer relief. The twilight hours are busier now, the air still stuffy even as the world is painted violet. Even the stars, expansive over the desert feel different, wrong. I have forgotten what fresh cut grass smells like, nearly forgotten how it tickled my damp feet, painted them green.

I am not a desert rose, a cactus blossom. I wilt under the scorching sun. Find me in the meadows among the wildflowers. Dance with me barefoot in the grass under a canopy of leaves. Fall in love with me while the birds serenade us and you will have fallen in love with the most authentic version of me.

Run away with me, away from the endless beige and mirages our eyes play tricks on us with. Meet me here, where we can taste the sweet rain on our lips, listen to it gentle on the windows all night. The desert doesn’t know what rain is and therefore cannot nourish my roots, let alone my blossoms. I can not thrive in the place cacti call home, I’m not hardy enough.

I can let my mask slip here; the chorus of crickets have a solo in the nighttime symphony that awaits through open windows. The pale moon hangs low in the sky, surrounded by a portrait of stars that are silhouetted by too tall trees. Meet me in the meadow, dance with me under the moon. Kiss constellations over my shoulders, trace them in starlight along my arms. Let the lightning bugs guide our way not just home, but to each other.

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Glessner Going Country for this Year’s Backyard BBQ

It’s actually his favorite genre of music. Gary Glessner loved Styx back in high school and Fleetwood Mac was cool then, too, but these days if this husband, father, and business owner is listening to a little Luke Bryan or Chris Stapleton, he’s at peace and pleased. That’s a big reason why country music will take center stage during Oglebay’s third annual Backyard BBQ this Memorial Day weekend. Country star Rodney Atkins is scheduled for the Main Event that’s set to begin at 5:30 p.m. at Camp Russell. The concert is scheduled for 7 p.m. and food and beverages will be on sale inside the venue. The Glessner Group, a financial and insurance firm in the Elm Grove neighborhood in Wheeling, is the presenting sponsor for a third straight year. Open to all, Oglebay’s Backyard BBQ Festival at Levenson Shelter is a must-attend summer extravaganza. Tickets for the Rodney Atkins performance are priced at $45 at oglebay.com/backyardBBQ. “We wanted this event to have a main attraction on the primary night to draw as many people as we could so we could guarantee the Memorial Day weekend event was a success,” explained Glessner, the president of The Glessner Group. “Without our sponsorship, we knew this could not be possible. “I grew up in Wheeling,” he said. “I have been very fortunate to have had success in my career and feel morally obligated to give back to our great community. That’s why we like to support a lot of different community activities and events so others can enjoy the many community activities that our small town has to offer.”   According to Oglebay President and CEO Bob Peckenpaugh, the Backyard BBQ Festival weekend will feature barbecue and bourbon showcases, a “Little Piggie’s Play Zone,” a new, Sunday-only “Grill ‘n Gears Truck Show, and several live performances by local and regional performers. More than 10 food vendors have committed to serving items like barbecue, wood-fired pizza, crepes, ice cream, and other desserts. “Since Memorial Day weekend is a time for family, this event has allowed for family members of all ages to come and enjoy everything that is offered,” Glessner said. “There’s great live music all three days, and there’s all kinds of great food. There’s even cooking demonstrations that are really interesting. “We’ve been involved since it started because Oglebay is a terrific place and we’re very lucky to have it here in our backyard. It’s really the perfect for place for our community to gather for the beginning of summer,” he explained. “There are so many different activities in Oglebay that are great for families so, hopefully, this year’s concert can be a highlight of a great weekend.” Glessner is a native of Dallas Pike, is a member of Linsly School's Class of 1985, and now serves as the chair of Linsly's Board of Trustees. Glessner was graduated from The Linsly School in 1985, and that means his teenage years were filled with rock n’ roll, a little punk, and country. Even today he lists “Renegade” by Styx, “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac, and “Play it Again” by Luke Bryan as his three favorite songs, and he played a Cornet back in high school. But can he sing those songs? “Oh, I definitely cannot sing,” Glessner admitted. “Not even in the shower. “When I was younger, 1970-80s classic rock was always my favorite, but as I got older I really enjoyed country music the most,” he added. “So, this year promises to be the most exciting year of all since our area has been known for country music for a long time. The Jamboree USA, Jamboree in the Hills, and most recently Blame My Roots, have been part of that tradition and this year’s show will add to it.” Oglebay’s Backyard BBQ Festival is scheduled from Friday, May 24 to Sunday the 26th, Wilson Lodge is offering lodging packages for the weekend, and the park has a number of cottages, as well. Read the full article