#like nobody raised in these conditions would act this way

[greensaplinggrace]

highly specific pet peeve of mine when it comes to sab is that none of the characters act with any kind of wariness when they should. like the grisha would not be celebrating in the king’s court with genuine displays of emotion (and obvious shows of rivalry that can be exploited) for all of the otkazat’sya nobles to see. aleksander shouldn’t be showing so much genuine emotion in front of the king or any otkazat’sya (noble or not, they’re all threats to him after all). everyone should be tenser when they’re in court or around authority figures, and the ways they disregard authority are bizarre. that would have you flogged in any monarchy during that time period.

it feels like the writers don’t really grasp the setting or what it means to the characters. these people are soldiers, and even worse, they’re soldiers that are apart of a persecuted class. they should not be so comfortable in areas or around people where they would be thinking about their every little move and how it could be taken advantage of if it was shown. vulnerability should not be tossed around so carelessly by people who should be startlingly aware of life’s atrocities.

honestly, genya is the only character that even acts remotely like she should, in that she is always tense and wary and holding herself like someone who knows they can be hurt at any moment. and even then she’s loose in the king’s court (the king) when she would be at the height of her wariness and paranoia.

[pseudowho]

Hiromi and Nemo

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat.

A series of drabbles.

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat. Or, the black cat has him; he is entirely uncertain as to whom the ownership falls.

Hiromi came to give this cat a home, by matter of a guilty conscience and poor circumstance. He had failed to secure another Not Guilty verdict, but his client would only walk to prison with his head held high on one condition;

"I've got a cat, Mr.Higuruma. A kitten, really. I have nobody else to give her a home and she's too soft to last as a stray." The client released his confiscated articles to Hiromi; Hiromi left court with nothing more than an address, a set of keys, and a profound sense of failure.

Hiromi arrived in a dank little street, clogged by steam, rattling gutters and the stale smells of closed restaurants. Hopping deftly up wet fire escape steps, Hiromi confirmed the door number to a set of water-stained flats, and let himself in. Hiromi's nose wrinkled against the wafting odour of damp and neglect, noting an overflowing litter tray. Stacks of condensation-moist letters pulped beneath Hiromi's feet, an empty cat food bowl revealed beneath them. Whoever had been attending to care for the home and the cat had long since abandoned their post.

"Come on, little one," Hiromi cooed, kneeling down and making gentle clicks and kisses of encouragement. The silence was too loud and deliberate for the absence of life. Hiromi pulled a bag of treats from his pocket, giving them an enthusiastic shake. A small, uncertain skitter of paws on floor responded from deep within the flat. Hiromi's eyebrows raised, coal-dark eyes glimmering with a warm smile.

A tiny black cat, thin and dull-furred, peeked her head around the corner ahead. Her yellow-eyed head dipped, bobbing up and down as she assessed Hiromi, perched between starvation and indecision. Hiromi's head dipped, too, his hooded eyes heavy as he inclined his chin in an act of surrender, hands open and visible as he shook treats onto the floor.

The cat darted, paws barely audible on the floor as she skidded to the treats, white teeth like needles as she scrabbled the food to her mouth. Almost immediately, she was on Hiromi, brushing against his hands and knees with urgent thanks, ducking her little furred head into his fingers, two tiny paws perched up on Hiromi's thighs as he cooed delighted relief at her.

Hesitantly, Hiromi scooped the cat, as light as a feather, into his arms. She purred a rattly little purr, eyes hopeful and nose dry and dull as she looked up to him, tiny claws kneading his suit jacket enthusiastically.

"Such a good girl, there we go, let's get you sorted, shall we?" The cat purred louder as if in answer, toes flexing and unflexing against Hiromi's forearm. Stepping out, sending the abandoned flat one last sorrowful glance, Hiromi locked the door, making his way down the staircase, thankful for having been adopted by this cat.

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Hiromi received many appreciative and confused glances in the pet shop, one hand pushing a haphazardly stacked trolley, and the other holding his new, very tame, furry companion. The cat batted at the end of Hiromi's tie as it fell forwards, Hiromi leaning down to scrutinise cat food brands with intense appraisal. Settling on a decision with a brisk click of his tongue, he headed to the cashiers, grabbing a pet insurance leaflet, and flea and parasite prevention medicine on the way.

Hiromi felt a profound sense of purpose, having finally staged a successful rescue attempt for the first time in years.

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Staggering through the doorway to his converted-factory penthouse, Hiromi shed bags and boxes at the door, his keys thrown somewhere which wasn't the key holder. He delicately protected the new little life in his arms like a concerned father. She gripped her claws into his suit jacket, little head urging outwards as her nose twitched, black whiskers flicking delicately against the scent of her new home.

"You'll like it," Hiromi insisted, scratching her softly behind the ears to an uncertain purr, "it's my home. Our home." He lowered her to the floor and she stalked forwards, apprehensive, flat to the ground and walls. Hiromi prepared her litter tray, bed, food and toys. By the time he had finished, the cat had completed her preliminary survey, and, satisfied with her findings, hopped promptly onto Hiromi's old leather sofa, claws pricking at the fabric to make it comfy. Hiromi let out a halted, exasperated breath, glancing between her bed and her-- "by all means, make yourself at home."

Hiromi sat beside the cat, stroking her little head with two lithe fingers, musing out loud to her: "No microchip on record. Never registered with a vets. Even the neighbours had no idea your old dad had a cat."

Hiromi allowed the cat to step into his lap again, purring. He ducked down so she could boop her nose to his, and Hiromi breathed a warm, hushed laugh; "A real nobody aren't you? A Nemo, hmm?" The cat purred louder, rubbing her face against Hiromi's aquiline nose.

From that day onwards, Nemo the cat and Hiromi the Lawyer and Sorcerer, were a family.

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"Yes, Mr.Nagashima. Yes. Yes. Tomorrow-- tomorrow morning, 9a.m. sharp-- would you stop that, you little pest? NO! No, not you Mr.Nagashima, my cat, she's a tinker--"

Hiromi performed an awkward tango around the room, trying to hook Nemo off his trouser leg with his opposite foot, and she clung on, thrilled by her little game. Her yellow eyes narrowed up at Hiromi and her tail flicked in challenge. With case files under his arm, and a mobile phone in his hand, Hiromi mouthed wordless reproach at Nemo as she meowed, meowed, meowed in response.

Ending his call and dumping his case notes on the sofa, Hiromi lifted Nemo eye to eye, glaring at her without venom. She stared into him, eyes gleaming and innocent. Hiromi opened his mouth to speak, and Nemo raised a paw, pressing it to his nose. Hiromi stopped, huffed.

The cat won this round.

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"Nemo? Nemo? Where are you?" Hiromi had returned from work, and was dismayed not to be greeted by the usual little chirps and meows from his unruly housemate. He wandered the flat at a crouch, clicking and kissing, trying to draw Nemo out, panic starting to set in that she had got out, his clicking and kissing noises increasing in urgency.

Reaching a quick resolve, Hiromi headed towards the door, hunting for his keys which were never on the hook. There was a quiet little meow from the armchair in the nook by the front door. Hiromi frowned, unable to see her. Another meow. Hiromi squinted. Momentarily, Nemo's eyes flicked open, and she melted out of yesterday's black suit jacket, abandoned on the armchair.

Hiromi clasped a hand to his chest, leaning back against the sideboard in dramatic relief.

"Don't scare me like that! I bet you were enjoying me worrying, weren't you, you little tart?"

A single mollified meow pipped from somewhere near Nemo's food bowl.

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Hiromi lay curled into his sofa. All the lights were switched off and Hiromi was cold, tired and hungry, downtrodden by his day. Humiliating memories of the day's court defeat, his struggles to adapt to the world of Jujutsu Sorcery and the weight of life rolled before his eyes, and he sunk his head into his hands with a low groan.

The tiny weight beside him on the sofa, shifted. It crawled over his shoulders to settle in the warm gap between Hiromi's chest and the back of the sofa. Rolling playfully, and pressing little pink toe-beans to his chin, Nemo purred at Hiromi, surveying him for injury.

With a resigned sniffle, Hiromi stroked her, glossy, smooth, and calming, an inky black puddle in the darkness of his flat. They stayed this way for hours, sharing the mutual therapy of company.

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Shhhck. Shhhhhck. Shhh--

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The unusual sparring match continued for hours-- Nemo, perched magnanimously on the kitchen counter, believed herself subtle as she slowly eked Hiromi's coffee mug towards the edge with one dainty paw.

Hiromi, refusing to sacrifice the comfortable nest he had made on the sofa, extended his gavel across the length of the kitchen, gently knocking his mug back away from the lip of the counter.

The match continued for some time. Hiromi and Nemo were both competitive.

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Hiromi's flat eventually looked like Nemo the cat had always lived there.

Bits of food which she didn't want in her food bowl, dotted the floor around it, until Hiromi cleared it up at the end of every day.

Nemo's bed, as new, never slept in, held her selection of toys (also unplayed with, sharing the space with one well-scratched black tie and a well-chewed shoelace).

The pillow beside Hiromi's in his bed, had a permanent Nemo-shaped dent in it.

Nemo plaited herself between Hiromi's ankles when her monthly food delivery arrived, as they danced around each other towards the kitchen.

She walked across his keyboard, greeting his delighted colleagues with chirps and meows during his Zoom calls.

"What would I do without you, Nims?" Hiromi asked her daily. She spared him a withering, mysterious glance, forcing his enquiry towards the rhetorical as she licked her paws in feigned disinterest.

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Higuruma Nemo has a Lawyer Daddy. Or, the Lawyer Daddy has her; both are uncertain and unbothered as to whom the ownership falls.

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For @silkspunweb, my little black cat.

[spacexseven]

What would fyodor think about sk darling?

hahahaha i was hoping someone would ask this...

fyodor is intrigued by you. he knows, of course, that there was a serial killer on the loose taking the lives of multiple ability users, including some that he recognized. it was interesting enough that your target appeared to be only ability users, but when he finds out that nikolai has a connection to you...well, now he just had to find out more.

your ability is also quite curious; needing you to kill someone to steal their ability, hence implying that abilities could be transferred. of course, since his ability was intertwined with himself, he was curious as to whether you were able to take his ability.

seeing nikolai follow you around like a lovesick puppy is what convinces him to start watching you.

he knows you're aware of nikolai (he expected that from you—was this warm feeling in his chest pride?) and his ability, as well as his extensive criminal record. it doesn't deter you from trying to run off with his ability, however, and neither does your initial defeat. he watches as you walk away without your gun and with a glove instead, watches as you get back to plotting. fyodor finds it all quite amusing.

as a reward for entertaining him, he drops a parcel on your doorstep with your gun in it. the only other thing there is a message written on a simple card attached to it—santouka taneda's ability may prove to be very useful. he knows that you already knew this, but he was just curious about whether his message would cause you to change your plans and target taneda instead.

it doesn't.

you're very meticulous in the way you go about your plans, and clearly an anonymous message won't get in the way of that. you don't even ask nikolai about the note, which could only mean you knew it wasn't him who had sent it to you. instead, you approach fyodor himself one day when he was walking into a cafe.

"dostoevsky," you say, your smile so unassuming that he'd have never thought you were capable of the evil acts you had committed, "i'll kindly ask you to please stay out of my business."

for a moment, he's caught off guard. and then it comes crashing down on him—you had ango's ability. that's how you knew it was him.

he smiles back, just as fabricated as yours, "please," he takes a seat across you, "i only meant to offer some friendly advice."

you raise an eyebrow, "friendly? do you always use your friends as pawns to eliminate your enemies? or am i just special?"

"we have a common goal," he instead says, "concerning the eradication of ability users."

you scoff at that, "you clearly know nothing about me. i'm not doing this for the same reasons as you."

your eyes are void of emotion, and your hand is gripping the fork on the table—an obvious threat. for the first time in a while, fyodor finds a genuine smile replacing the fake one from before, "in that case, why don't you tell me about your reasons? we may be able to cooperate on certain matters."

you can say no and leave. after all, fyodor is asking you to help him kill off some ability users that can become problems later, and he knows you don't have to say yes. you can decide that you don't want to get involved and walk away, and he can't do anything about it. holding a stranger hostage wouldn't cause you to surrender yourself, nor would a threat to your life. there's nothing forcing you to stay, but you don't leave anyway. instead, you let your polite facade drop, an unreadable expression taking its place.

"alright," even your voice, he realizes, sounds cold and blank now. it only makes him more curious, "but i have one condition."

"nobody touches nikolai gogol. i'll do with him as i please, so don't involve him in your plan. if you can do this for me, i'll hear you out."

[ashhh-14]

▨When you're in pain▨

Character's origin- Genshin Impact

Characters- Kaeya Alberich, Childe, Xiao, Scaramoche, Venti

Warning- Reader going through their monthly cycle, no detailed description and talk of the process so nobody gets uncomfortable, depiction of being in sever pain, fem bodied reader but no pronounces used, hurt/comfort in a different way

Genre- ❃

Format- Imagine

Word count- 1.1K

Synopsis- How would they react to your body being in acute pain due to mother nature?

Masterlist

A/n- Scenarios based on true events, as someone going through the same situation every month, it's only befitting if I write about it.

Kaeya Alberich

Your legs trembling like a leaf as you somehow kept yourself propped up against the kitchen counter, waiting for the water to get warm enough so you can make yourself a glass of chamomile tea, a natural and subtle pain killer for your condition every month. Your fragile figure inhaled sharp breaths as you poured the water into a glass mug, only for it to slip from your hands as a sudden wave of pain coursed through you, effectively making you dizzy and unaware of your surroundings as the door to your home simultaneously opened. The cavalry captain rushed into the kitchen, his senses on high alert only to find your figure gripping the counter edge with knuckle whitening grip with one hand, head against the counter, propped up on the floor, barefooted amongst the sharp glass shards. He was quick to move, his leather shoes stepping across the glass and scooping you in his arms in one swift motion. Your half lidded eyes looked up at him, seeing the worry etched on his eyebrows as he laid you down on the soft bed. "Kaeya.... " You breathed, only for him to place a kiss against your forehead and mumbling, "Let me bring you the beverage. Don't move. I'll be right back." Suffice to say, he didn't even go to angel's share that night.

Childe

Yet another 'archons' left your lips as you laid on the big fluffy couch, waiting for your boyfriend to get home from one of his success celebrations. The case wasn't that he left you in this state, no, it was you who didn't tell him, wanting for him to not kill his moments of joy and enjoy the celebration without having to stay behind because of you, and so you acted, and enough to say that it worked, leaving him with no clue of your current state. Half an hour passed when the door opened, none other than your partner chiming in with a bright grin on his face only for it to slowly vanish as he looked at you. His face held no expression as he made his way towards you, placing a small bag on the table, making you aware of his arrival. "You're back" you smiled weakly only for the silence to respond you as he disappeared down the hall, returning with a pillow and blanket. His actions were quite as you just looked at him quietly. You knew he was upset that you didn't tell him, and you also knew an apology wasn't enough, so you stayed silent, waiting for him to speak first. His hand slipped beneath you as he raised your lower back and waist, putting a pillow beneath you before gently placing you back down. Your middle portion was now warmed by a blanket as he took his seat where your form ended. He placed your feet on his lap, his hands massaging gently on your aching foot as he leaned back, closing his eyes.

"Just tell me next time. Events aren't worth anything when I have to see you like this. "

Xiao

It was rare for him to visit you at night, but something inside him told him to check up on you just once tonight, and so he did. His figure looked through the window, expecting to see you doing your work like you usually did in the quiet's of the night but all he saw was your figure curled up in itself, hands slightly shaky as you massaged and pressed against your own legs and feet, trying to find any comfort that you can to just make you fall asleep somehow. Only a few seconds and he was beside you, holding you close as he held you securely, rubbing your lower back with just the right amount of pressure. He knew he wasn't the best at these things and neither did he know what to do and what it was besides the process that was happening with you right now but all you did was nuzzled into him closer, silently making him believe that he was doing something right. Soon enough, his warmth from both him and his actions put you into a painless slumber.

"I know there's not much that I can do in this but I'll stay with you till you feel better. "

Scaramoche

The chances were almost next to none to not see your happy-go-lucky self in action and today was one of them. Scaramoche didn't even know how you two ended up together with your personalities being almost opposite but it made him feel strange, confused, almost sad as to what could have happened to dull your spirit than usual. You both had an important meeting with an individual today and you were silent. Whether it be while getting dressed or the ride to the destination. He was about to ask if something happened but before he could, people entered the room, pushing the conversation between you two further away. It was after the meeting ended and you both saw them to the door when he looked at you and went to speak but before he could, you were falling to the ground and he was barely in time to catch you. Worry was evident on his face and in his voice as his subordinates saw a new freaked out sight of him that day. Your eyes opened to the moon shining right before your eyes through the window as you felt a steady hand move across your abdomen. You looked at the owner of the hand, looking at him with soft eyes and breaking his trance, "Scara" and the next moment, his lips were on yours in a trembling kiss. He pulled away, placing his forehead against yours.

"How hard the words 'I don't feel good' Or 'I don't think I can go' can be to speak dumbass?"

Venti

It was often when you weren't able to get much sleep when your body went through it's struggle every month. Your chest rapidly rising and falling as sweat covered you. Your nails digged into the cushion deeper as you tried to ground yourself. Just when it was getting too much the door opened, revealing your boyfriend. He smiled weakly, not liking the situation you were currently in and his usually smug and cheeky voice almost nowhere to be found when he said,"I bought a few things that I think could help. " You just tapped your hand on the empty space beside you, finding no strength to speak as he abided, no teasing comments leaving his lips like usual at your action. His eyes held pain as he laid beside you, his hand coming up to caress your hair. "What can I do? " You gulped, collecting the strength to speak "Just help me fall asleep. Please. " And that night was the first time when you discovered that the God of freedom sung lullabies much more sweeter than the tales and songs. Maybe because it was you? No one knows the answer to that till now as your eyes drifted close.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Written by Yours truly

Ash

[hel-phoenyx]

The Fucked Up(tm) dynamics of the van Heel Family being like :

Starting with a huge ass generational trauma probably originated from their nobility roots, pushing every member to act a certain way so they're worthy of their name, wealth, and legacy

Having on top the grandparents living in an other age, borderline monarchists, still making use of today's world because they were part of the generation that created it, consider themselves on top of the food chain and teaches their children to act like apex predators

The first child, raised to inherit, trust fund baby at its finest, married the woman he wanted but cheats on her on a daily basis, knows nothing except to take advantage of others, would die in three days if put in the place of one of the people he frowns upon, traditionalist af, believes in the male "sex" supremacy

And the you get Adelheid, second child and worse, a woman, profundly dissatisfied with her position, raised to have children and birth other heirs preferentially male to continue the legacy but inhabited with a lust for power visceral enough for her to manage to take the first place

Place that she snatched from her big brother without him even noticing before it was too late and Adelheid wad head of the family and ready to create her own legacy whatever it takes, using every mean in her reach, money, brain, husband, to climb to the top and stay here

Husband who is in her shadow but nobody notices it because he acts like he isn't, like he's the ruthless one in the family, still raised in another rich environment with traditional values but a deep, deep knowledge that his wife is more intelligent than he ever will be

People, when they see the van Heels, could imagine Damian being neglectful, or the abusive one of the couple, and in a way he is, wanting his children to accomplish the mission his wife has set up from them, he went to extrems, like cutting communication for Elvira or stopping Mareva from pursuing her first career of choice, actress

But the worst of the two is Adelheid because she manages to gaslight everyone into thinking she's good, a good mother for her children, someone who loves them and only wants the best from them

And in a way doesn't she ?

She acts like a loving mother. She is a loving mother. She bought her children books and toys and gifts when they asked, she tells them she loves them, she is proud of their achievements, she pays for everything they need

But the achievements she praises are the one that will help her, the words of love only are used when they fit in the image she has of them, the toys she buys them are one she considers worthy, she pays for everything she thinks they need

Her love is conditional, her love is manipulative, and she displays it like it's how a mother should act, because what mother doesn't want the best of her children ?

The three siblings are all fucked up in the head, but both Elvira and Mareva hold their father mainly responsible (up until a certain point), and Emerens is the only one who sees through Adelheid's charade, because of what happened when he was at his lowest

He knows that her love is conditional, her words poison coated in honey, and her smiles a manipulation tactic

And when you can see through that, you can see through everything

Is it a surprise he ends up like her ?

[fushigidane]

various fe fates premise/worldbuilding rewritey ideas i've been pondering...

since i've been replaying conquest recently and am once again frustrated with this game's writing

first, as a way of making garon non absolutely definitively evil AND bake anankos's involvement into the game's base premise, having garon NOT kidnap corrin intentionally. corrin is separated from sumeragi on that business trip after their party was attacked by vallite soldiers as anankos wanted to either kill or retrieve his child. corrin is found by nohrians and brought to windmire when they are found to have dragon blood... POWERFUL dragon blood. they suffer the same memory loss like canon. hoshido asks for corrin back, garon refuses since their draconic blood isn't that of the dawn (or even dusk) dragon and he is concerned hoshido wants to use them as a weapon or otherwise does not have their best interests in mind. garon does not believe that corrin is hoshidan because they don't even LOOK hoshidan

corrin still going to the northern fortress but not out of malevolence. it's genuinely for their own health. the attack on sumeragi awakened corrin's dragon form for the first time, but without a dragonstone, they were unable to control it as in canon. they CONTINUE to be unable to control the instincts, which were often triggered by the stressful environment of the concubine wars, so garon sent them far from castle krakenburg to avoid more incidents for their and other's safety. visiting was restricted for a while, but as things settled they were seen often by garon + their siblings.

corrin knows their vague origin, that garon isn't their actual father, but still acknowledges him as such (and garon acknowledges them as their child). they also remember how bad things were during the concubine wars and are both accepting of why they were sent there and somewhat hesitant to leave

more general things of garon being a semi decent father. the manga had a really good part where garon recognised leo's mother in him for an instant and called him that. more please

because of garon being less definitively evil, the hoshidan Throne Of Truth being a way to purge anankos's influence and expose garon's TRUE self i.e. save him rather than expose anankos as in canon. this may be an idea raised by corrin/azura but perhaps even better would be for it to be GARON HIMSELF'S plan as he tries to rid himself of possession without anankos catching on. this being his plan in all three routes but only coming to fruition in conquest... where the throne doesn't work as planned and garon is killed when anankos is brought to the surface

garon being possessed by anankos in the first place as he tries to research what was going on with corrin. he reached many correct conclusions but unfortunately walked right into anankos's grasp. he doesn't want to be possessed, tries to resist the possession (directly and in more subtle ways as in above) but as time goes on, the more his condition degrades

fun idea => awakening trio being accepted so easily by garon as they are a) informed of valla etc., able to steer xander/camilla/leo from the same trap garon fell into with anankos and b) POTENTIALLY able to slow down anankos's possession of him?

an exploration of what the 'skies changing' mentioned in revelations even IS. it is the act of hoshido's sky becoming dark and nohr's becoming light (or vice versa). canon states it happens 'once every few decades', but nobody really knows when it will occur as there is no way of predicting it

the skies changing defining the way both nations act.

nohr, deprived of fertile land and harvest, conquers other nations to gain the resources they need to survive. inequality and poverty is rife as its citizens scramble for the limited available sustenance. even the royal family does not live in luxury and are themselves well-acquainted with not being able to secure food

hoshido, with bright skies and plentiful harvests but knowing that no matter what they do their prosper is temporary, stockpiling resources in preparation for their oncoming long night. its citizens are satisfied but on guard, particularly the older ones that recall its former famines. the royal family, understanding the duty it has to its own citizens when night falls, is reluctant to send aid to other nations. a particular incident is when mokushu had an outbreak, hoshido refused to send medical supplies despite them being allies, which is what caused mokushu's current disdain towards hoshido.

the skies changing is why the two nations have never been able to coexist. even though hoshido currently exists with a surplus, and there could well be enough resources at any given time to adequately support BOTH nations, there is no precedent for either country ever sharing their sustenance when they can access it. neither country will make the first step because there is no guarantee that the favour will be paid back when the skies change again.

garon and mikoto's rule being equally informed by past precendents and desire to survive/fear for the future respectively

garon, as alluded to in canon but never shown, is-slash-was a very good ruler that did a very good job maintaining order in the country, ensuring nobody least of all the royal family is permitted to hoard while others are left to starve. things have only degenerated in recent years as anankos's possession has taken its toll on his ability to rule and food shortages continue to worsen. YES he conquers nations but certainly in the past only when trade deals failed or were unviable => nohr had plenty struggles with these as it is currently unable to offer much except manpower and protection, which not all nations need or appreciate. nohr's view is that they would rather conquer others than allow their own citizens to starve, and for a long time garon has been appreciated by his citizens for doing what must be done

mikoto being cautious above all else, very aware of and fearing what's to come as described above. further, her coldness towards other nations being informed by corrin's kidnapping and sumeragi's death--which she believes was done by nohr. azura, by the way, was still kidnapped in retaliation for nohr's alleged actions.

mikoto also should not die in the prologue. just saying. she should be allowed to stand equally with garon as a good yet flawed ruler that is unable to see past the present and make the necessary first step to a better future

lots of general themes about smaller nations on the continent always being pushed around by the two superpowers' squabbles over resources

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

You know, there's something that's been on my mind lately. What if Yuu was like Dexter Morgan from "Dexter"?

[OOC]: Hi! Writer here. Yeah…MC/Yuu being like Dexter Morgan sounds like an interesting concept. I mean the show itself is extremely mature with both homicidal and…other elements.

Let���s just focus on the murder! Wow. That sounds terrible out of context…

So about MC/Yuu being like Dexter Morgan, that’s gonna raise suspicions around NRC as almost everyone in the magical academy is guilty of something. Though I’m sure MC/Yuu Morgan may understand these students and friends of theirs are just acting like how normal teenagers behave.

Except I’m thinking whenever they defeat an Overblot battle and learn how the Dorm Leaders were the way they are, there’s gonna be blood shed.

[WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS. DNI IF YOU’RE UNDER 18!]

[I REPEAT! DNI IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 OR SO HELP ME YOU’LL BE DISGUSTED FROM WHAT I WRITTEN DOWN BELOW!]

MC/Yuu Morgan is meticulous when it comes to deposing human bodies and there is a lot of victims on their list of people who harmed their friends.

I don’t think I can write everything as there’s obstacles like Royal guards, high magical security and so on, but I can give an example to how MC/Yuu Morgan does their duty.

[Example: Dr. Rosehearts a.k.a. Riddle’s Mother from HELL]

(I hate her so much because she’s a prime example of the Authoritarian Parenting style.)

If MC/Yuu were able to travel to the Queendom of Roses, they need to be equipped with whatever sharp instruments they can find and supplies for keeping blood stains off of surfaces.

Also finding drugs to incapacitate their first victim in another strange world, Mama Rosehearts from the darkest corner of the Underworld.

They would sneak inside the Rosehearts Residence and if she’s still awake, they’ll quickly inject her with a syringe with the drugs from earlier.

Next cover the kitchen area in plastic, set up the surgical tools and other handy equipments to butcher the remains.

Also the laboratory glass sheets for collecting biological samples. (Blood samples, to be exact.)

Then they strip and tie the body down on the kitchen table.

Dr. Rosehearts: *Wakes up perplexed* Hm?

MC/Yuu Morgan: *In a monotone voice* Oh look. You’re finally awake. *Pulls out their scalpel*

Dr. Rosehearts: *Gagged with tape sealed on her lips shut* What is the meaning of this?!!

MC/Yuu Morgan: Do you know why you’re stuck like this? *Cuts her cheek as it bleeds*

Dr. Rosehearts: *Winces*

MC/Yuu Morgan: *Takes the blood sample as their reminder* You forced your son to be in misery. You took away what every child deserves. A childhood. A happier, safe kind. I have murdered plenty of those kinds of people back home. *Holds their scalpel against her neck* I hope your choices are what is best for you, not him. *Pulls their tool away*

Dr. Rosehearts: *Sighs in relief*

MC/Yuu Morgan: *Pulls out a huge cleaver*

Dr. Rosehearts: *Muffled screams*

MC/Yuu Morgan: Shhh…It’ll be over soon. Or now. *Swings the cleaver down and chops right in the neck*

[The head and the body are severed, pools of blood spills off the table and on the floor shielded with plastic. With 10 seconds of remaining consciousness, Dr. Rosehearts can only see a haunting glare of the conditioned serial killer.]

MC/Yuu Morgan: “Off with your head.” Seems appropriate in Riddle’s case.

They would hack up the body like an anatomical puzzle game and stuff them in trash bags with tons of weights to prevent floating. Like what Dexter did filling his bags of victims with rocks.

MC/Yuu would throw them in the ocean, hoping no Mer-Creatures would scavenge through.

The news broke out of Riddle’s mother going missing for a week.

Nobody knows it was the Ramshackle Prefect responsible for the disappearance.

Almost all of the cases of missing people and horrific threats were caused by the unassuming magicless Ramshackle Prefect.

Now if there is an ending for MC/Yuu Morgan, they’ll probably change their name and identity like in Dexter: New Blood and try to pass on from their past actions, but keep coming back.

That concludes if MC/Yuu acts, behaves and pursue like Dexter Morgan.

[lutawolf]

Between Us Episode 6 Commentary and Review

For my previous episode commentary can be found here.

If you aren't ready for the pain. Well, you're in good company because me either. Why do you guys do this to me? Why do you always want me to review the most painful shows? I think I'm surrounded not only by brats, but Sadists. I can't even take enjoyment in knowing that you all will suffer with me. No! Because all of you like this sort of shit. I hate it here.

Okay, enough eternal distractions. Let's do this. You ever wonder what it would be like to watch yourself on TV. No? Yeah, me either. Yes, this is absolutely me continuing to try and distract from what's about to happen. Ahhhh, no. Team. Oh, thank god for Win. It's the Hia that brings Win from concern to now angry. Oh, the chin grab is very Dom. It not only allows you to control the motion of the face, but dish out punishment as well. The bite of fingers into the face can be painful, but not necessarily overly harsh. It gets results and is something you can do in public with few recognizing what's going on. I personally am a huge fan of facial control.

I really feel for both of them At this moment. I get where are both coming from. Ah, there's that fist. I'm really glad that he didn't actually hit him, but I can for sure see why he was so pissed. Plus, being scared on top of that, who wouldn't lose control? But a Dom who fully loses control and actually swings on their submissive can go fuck themselves. You don't have what it takes to be a Dom then. The object is to have control, not lose it. It's like the shitty Doms who brag about making their submissive use their safe word. That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works, shitheads.

The moment he is standing there with his fist up and team is just waiting, says so much about him as a sub. The way Win pulls him into a hug and then communicates through his pain. Ugh, my heart. Team finally comes out of his shock and hugs him back. "My heart is torn apart." "What would happen to me if something happened to you?" You guys are destroying me and that kissed did not help. Fuck, but the acting is top tier.

Oh, silence as punishment. Ugh, can't say I blame him, though. I hate using it for discipline, but sometimes it's for the Doms benefit besides being an effective punishment. Use it too often, and it's abusive, but so is saying shit out of anger. Sometimes silence is needed to figure out your own feelings. The first thought you think isn't just instinct, but it can also be about your conditioning and how you are raised. It's your thoughts after that first instinct that are actually you versus upbringing. So yeah, it's only natural that sometimes it takes longer to sort all that out.

Shit guys! We just started and I've written an essay. Sorry new followers. Run for the hills! Okay, not cool Win, you interrupted. He was trying to explain himself, and you really lost an opportunity to learn here. Are you listening, Win. Can you pull out of your anger long enough to hear? You're going to be a shitty Dom if can't. Because that boy is going to need patience and understanding. Oh look, he is. Good. Awe poor baby. All punishment and no kisses, but look at him bringing you to his home and caring for you.

Oh, you shithead. Telling him that you should have let him drown. If he has a full-blown panic attack, I'm not forgiving you!!! You better fucking apologize! Don't, nobody, give me shit. He is past the point in which it is acceptable to make painful verbal strikes. What Team did was wrong, but he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt someone, whereas Win is. He is lucky that Team is so damn forgiving, unlike him. They both love each other so much.

Oh boy, she just said friend. She told you that Win brought a friend with him, and you're just going to jump on the bed. 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Team, he is getting so abused. They were cuddling under those covers, I just know it. Team like, yeah, who am I. I’m dead. Their facial expressions are hilarious. Okay little bro, you really grew on me last episode but this episode, you are sliding home. You are such a little sibling. Not that I did this shit At All. Nope. Never.

Look at him showing off his grades, it's so cute. If not, fucking sad as fuck. You don't show your paper and grades to your siblings unless they are the ones to raise you. Bless it. Fuck, shit, I called it. I knew I did, but that's besides the point! Fucking episode, you could stop killing me any time now. Ohhhh, I love this kid. He is so fucking astute. He knows exactly who Team is to Win, and he just accepts him. Invites him to come too. Don't know Team as well as you thought you did, huh, Win. I did notice that he calls him P' Team.

Okay... The whole calling out Prince's name had me laughing. That shit was funny. That was super cute. Dean and Win's friendship is bro goals. I adore them. If you guys only knew the amount of distractions I have going on around me right now. Oh damn, Win dealing with some flashbacks. Oh damn, the fear of losing something you love. Oh damn, the insecurities. Tell him Dean!!! I mean, Win you are relatable in your stupidity, but damn. You think you wouldn't feel it if something happened to Dean or your family? And he left. You are going to be real lucky if Team isn't petty.

Okay now they are cringy. Is he really dancing around, why spraying that on himself? WTF. Okay Steve!!! Look at you finally not being a third wheel. Win picked you for support? Are we about to see some redeeming qualities? Oh, thank god, his brother came. We might actually get some decent advice. Sorry, Steve, I mean T. rex. You're back to being the third wheel. Look on the bright side, you get to stare at your crush.

Oh, you are a couple, dumbass. Don't go getting twisted just because your panties are. Look, Steve isn't so bad. At least he gives good caring facial expressions. Poor Win, though, he's so fucking relatable. Okay, I need one of you guys to pull some good advice out your ass. I know he is having a moment, but to not pick up when your sub calls is just not done. I like Dean and Pharm and all, but I'm going to forward because I comment a lot about them in my UWMA reviews.

Just the two of us. Look, no offense, but I don't blame him for ditching you guys. My homework assignment for the two of you is to find some friends and learn to give advice. And I mean friends where you aren't the third wheel to, Steve. filler, filler, and more filler. They pretty though. I'll give them that.

Oh, damn. I really didn't want to see that. I could have done without so much details. Now I'm a little grateful for the respite of the filler. "Yeah, do it, I like it." That was cute. I also like how they constantly looked at each other. That's one of my favorite things. Okay, so is the snuggling. NO! I'm not crying. Your crying. If anybody actually reads all this, I'm going to be shocked. Anybody else want to punch, Win right now? Like not really because he is still a favorite character, but damn! I'm all up in my feels right now.

The product placement video!!! Loved it!!! Well, hope that those of you who were able to get through this long ass thing enjoy. As a reward, I give you the link to my newest smut scene.

Enjoy 💜💜💜

[cafeleningrad]

Boy do I have ambiguous feelings towards TBSOS as a book. Thinking out typing, to say so.

Because Coriolanus is so compellingly written: Constantly in a state of mental warfare, him being conditioned to think of himself as superior, the constant survival mode having molded him selfish, any kindness and comradery is mocked by, if not deeply dangerous in his enviroment. Dr. Gaul, Panem itself never letting him escape out of this mentality.

So then, District 12 should take him out of this environment, giving him a chance to re-evaluate. And sure, nature, birds, the lake as metaphor how District people live a hard life but full of connection. Yet Coriolanus stumbling thorugh this metaphor with "not liking birds and mosquitos" so "we need control of that", is not really re-evaluating his beliefs enough for a debate about state control. Like, he's a city kid on his first time out on the country side. These parts were so funny to me because yeah, I had to softly tell friends form the city that the coo-coo sounds wasn't a barnowl but a forest dove, and yeah the hiking pathways get muddy when it rains, get used to the dirt, don't look so surprised this is how to milk cows and yes neither the cow nor I are happy to get up at 5am but it has to be done. Again, I do see the metaphor but I do et the culture shock from his perspective, and that a first impression at 18 informs his first dabbling at political theory without any proper counterargument leaves a big gap between the meta discussions and actual events. For a guy who was raised in luxury, was recently promised luxury, him being confronted with utter poverty... I mean yeah, there's just juxtaposition, no nearing of positions.

For one Coriolanus has barely gotten out of his old life, yet the narrative doesn't really confront his believes, especially in his late teens, is just weak. I've a lot of problems formulating this properly because Coriolanus considers the cruelty of the Capitol he himself was subjected to as necessary, his belief in his superiority aids him through the mental loopholes to justify his killings, only his actions are noble but nobody else could act out of the same reasons as him. Yet all Lucy Grey and Coriolanus argue about is "people can easily be bad" back with "actually, people are good" and that's the whole debate of safety vs. liberty. I mean yeah sure, the narrative and Dr. Gaul made sure that a first shock experience was somehow enough to convince him that things are good and fair as they are, and yet I am left dissatisfied at the book leaving me with such an intricate character in a world of simple sides.

(Also Coriolanus deciding to kill Lucy Gray instead of thinking how to get the girl with him to District 2. I mean yeah, again I've to argue with the meta that Coriolanus is selfish, and thinks of her more as his property, and by now she's metaphorically connected to nature, autonomy and so on, but still... why would a guy this possessive, five minutes ago agreeing to run away for her, not try to have her but in his way? the final quarter really grates me in a way that I have a hard time pinpointing how the text established so much for Coriolanus to walk on it's own although he doesn't walk a path of argumentative logic.)

[elonmuskfansgossipblog]

part 7

Nobody, No body, that's what we are.

BOTs - Manifest Policemen, I call them ZRs, or tubular signs, because that's what they look like. In a different nomenclature, egregors, but created by entities from higher levels of Consciousness, and not the egregors created by people. Human egregores are empty spaces. Spiritual robots controlled from higher levels only superficially resemble hypostases of higher beings, while in fact they are types of consciousness machines created by beings with an appropriately broad consciousness. A type of remote program designed to push the Player into the body if he accidentally gets out of it. The Manifestation Police are transmissions to lower levels of Consciousness of high beings. They guard gates 3 (OOBE) and 4 (LD), pushing us back to life at the hypnagogic level. However, it is enough to slightly raise your level of awareness in the game at these levels, then they only act as barometers informing what the "weather" is like outside.

She remembered how, while driving through Paris, he asked her not to say anything or think anything, because her signal would be traced. Now she experienced it, she was even caught on the blog, damn bots, so she disappeared, she will hide. She also remembered how he told her that she didn't remember anything, and now she was starting to remember...

- In this Simulation, you can only create one new existence together, a spark of life, but one of you will suffer because of it, you will be allowed into the game at different times and different places, one of you will get all the material goods, and the other will be endowed with unlimited, unconditional love . If you find yourself and remember your goal, you will move on to the next stage. Recollection must be independent, if you inform yourself, the informed person will disappear - this information was given to them by a minion of the Simulation Creator, who then showed them the entire contract requiring their voluntary consent.

- Give her Love - he said, he couldn't imagine any other division. They were advanced players, he knew that each time they entered the game there was more pain and difficulty, but this was the only way to get out of it. They signed, the contract was locked in the golden tabernacle.

Therefore, they lived without knowing anything about themselves, and their subconscious, burning desire to solve the mystery constantly drove them. Sometimes they managed to meet in a dream, they made passionate love, and after waking up, they were usually left with the feeling that true love was there somewhere and it was important to find it. The years on Earth passed, their consciousness grew again, they slowly regained their memories, but they still couldn't find their way back to each other in real life. His progress was slightly greater, his mind was not burdened with the full spectrum of emotions and empathy that are an attribute of a person who can give unconditional love, so he wanted to speed up and create a new existence with her in the hope that he would cheat the program and get her back sooner. He made love to his wife when he called her and when he was sure that she was already with him, in his wife's body, he triggered the act of creation. He repeated the same thing when she was making love to her husband, he came to her, entered her husband's body, made love to her, completely losing himself in the creative act, and after that night her body also conceived, because in her too the desire to create a new one was ready, to create new spark of life with him. He was impatient, he wanted to be sure that this condition of the contract would be fulfilled even if they hadn't physically found each other yet. How wrong he was, what a cruel game, if only he could turn back time. The very night she conceived, he was summoned before The Presence. - You broke the contract, you knew the conditions, with her you could only create one new existence, but you will not miss the second part of the act of this double creation, suffering. The spark of life with which you filled your wife's body will extinguish. The only spark you were entitled to will stay with her, she will become the mother of your child. You will receive an additional clause in the contract, you have the right to create a new life without her, but from now on you will create it dispassionately, you will miss some of the love excitement during creation. Don't be afraid, you won't remember it unless you remember.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sylibane]

You had a normal upbringing, probably in a small farming village, a modest town with a few shops at biggest. You were raised a farmer or a herder or kitchen hand or baker or assistant in a little shop. You were raised by grandparents or an aunt and uncle or someone who knew the parents you never did, or only barely remember. Maybe you had a couple friends, or maybe you had none. You might not feel like you fit in with the normal people around you, because you’re a different kind of normal, a normal hero with a normal upbringing until a wizard or a princess or a magical creature shows up and whisks you away on an adventure, a blank page waiting for its glorious story. There have been a thousand heroes like you before, and a thousand more to come. Except…

Your magic manifested way earlier than it should have, enough that you became the town witch, either replacing one who suddenly died or filling a position that had never been taken before. You can’t go off on an adventure when you have a responsibility to your home.

Your adopted family knows what you are and have used you as their main source of income since you were small. Maybe even the whole town depends on you as a tourist attraction. By the time your destiny comes for you, you resent it so much you want nothing to do with it.

Everyone has been suspicious of what you really are since you were small, so you leaned into it. You didn’t manifest anything cool, so you took up stage tricks or learned magic to fill the gap.

You spent years preparing for your destiny. You know who it was who left you with your adoptive family and who will come for you, and you’ve followed their exploits through stories and rumors, working your hardest to be like them. But when you finally meet, they reject you. They’ve decided you actually weren’t the chosen one, they’ve concluded the source of your magic is evil instead of good, they can’t stand something about you, or you’re just not the bright-eyed innocent that they hoped to shape in their image. Whatever the reason, you’re without a mentor and without a clear path forward.

You learned of the prophecy connected to you prematurely, and the destiny laid before you will end badly for you, or for the people you care about, or force you to be someone who you’d hate to be. But if you know the conditions, maybe you can avert them and through fate off course.

Someone else took you first. Not a mentor who would teach you to save the world, but one who taught you to be a crafter or entertainer or scholar or merchant or criminal or any of the thousands of professions that make you less of a blank page.

Your destiny came with a tidy inheritance. It’s enough to hire a team of experienced adventurers to do the work for you. Hopefully, your patronage technically counts in defeating your destined nemesis.

Nobody ever came for you. No herald to tell you who you really are, no villain to burn down your home to spur you into adventure, no divine sign. You’ve spent your whole upbringing waiting for something that never came. Your only chance for a destiny may be to make one for yourself.

You didn’t live to fulfill that destiny. It wasn’t even act of evil, just an accident or illness. But your ghost lingers, and you must find and guide someone else to be who you couldn’t.

They’re not you. They’re your best friend. You know a destiny is coming for them and they won’t be able to handle it. But you could. You’re not just going to be their funny sidekick at best or one of the people who dies in their tragic backstory at worst. Maybe you have to fake a miracle or a birthmark. Maybe you have to fully take your friend’s identity. But whatever you do, you’re going to save your friend from their destiny by taking it upon yourself.

[ameliawarnerr]

Evanescent Sequel

Chapter 3

Ever since I let my emotions get the best of me and said those words to Jake, he has tactfully avoided talking about us. I sip my coffee dying in the shame of my desperation to talk about us. I swear I did not want bring that up, but I can’t deny the fact that I do now.

I close my eyes and take another sip of my coffee. Enough.

The moment I open my eyes, they are met with the most prettiest pair of eyes. We’ve made countless eye contacts— Jake looks straight into my eyes as he talks, especially when he senses I am lying— but my heart won’t just get used to the feeling. As I keep my cup on the table, his eyes fall on my lips and almost too quickly, he looks back at my eyes.

“The only way I can solve this issue is by hacking into his devices and search for something he wouldn't want us to find. Then we can blackmail him back, he’d have no choice but to do as we say. It might take some time amd till then I am counting on you to do your part– keep him distracted by acting scared and letting him believe he has the power.” Jake explains and every time he says ‘we’, I take a second to process. He double taps the screen of his phone, I ultimately take a look at it too. It’s 1:07am, quite late.

I was expecting him to say that he should leave but instead he voices a question, “About the breakup. When are you going to break up with Alex officially?”

“Soon.” Stupid. “And by soon I mean in the coming three days.” On the mention of boyfriend— fake— a doubt rises inside me. Since Jake asked me about the breakup, I do not think it would be weird if I asked: “Do you- are you seeing someone?” Shit, I stuttured.

He replies quickly before I sink lower in my chair due to the embarrassement rising in me. “No. I am actually still surprised I made two friends.”

“Friends... You mean, Lucas?”

“Yes. Him and Garett. We live on the same floor.” I notice the relief in voice as he talks about them. I smile.

“I think—” The beeping of my phone interrupts me. “One second.”

“Sure."

It is my Dad.

Dad: Could you stay the night at Alex’s?

Dad: I have a reunion gathering sort of thing with my old firends. Just let me know if you cannot, I’ll pass on the party.

MC: No, dad! You go. I’ll be fine. What about Rose?

Dad: Rose went to your cousin’s.

MC: Fine. Thanks for letting me know.

I sigh keeping the phone back. Another night I’d have to spent in a hotel room. I am okay with using bathroom for anything but bathing. I absolutely detest it. Thanks to all the nights I've spent watching crime movies that now give me anxiety that every hotel room has hidden cameras. I’d have to spend one hour looking for them before I get comfortable. And the struggle does not end there, seriously, that’s merely the where it starts from. Then comes the room service. I avoid it as much as I can because according to the books I’ve read, these people can be potential muderers and rapists. Then there’s the elevator trouble.

“You seem troubled.” Jake says, bringing me back in the moment.

“No. I have the habit of, you know, zoning out.” On the mention of zoning out, something changes in his expression. Like something just made sense to him.

“Incorrigible habit, really.” He silently looks at me for a beat before straighten his back. “I believe I should send you home now. It is quite late.”

I am not looking forward to letting him know my hotel room condition. As much as I would prefer him accompanying me until I am in a comfortable environment— “I’d have to pass. Really. Its alright. I’ll call a cab.”

“Cab’s safer than me?” He raises his eyebrow.

“No, its not about safety, it is about not burdening you.” I try to smile and give him the impression that I really would be fine.

“Well, I am not getting burdened and at this hour, it should be about safety. Are you always this carefree?” Concern is only thing visible on his face.

I try to lighten the mood. “Yeah, I mean, I got a gun on me. Ain’t nobody messing with a girl with a gun.”

“I am being serious.”

“I can scare off men like pigeons.”

“Good. Another reason you should be coming with me. If not for you, then for my fellow pigeons.”

Right. How silly of me for forgetting how argumentative this man can get when its comes to my safety — Well, its not about my safety, is it? He cared, then. Not now. Right now, its about being a gentleman. I bet he would have done the same to any other girl. I shouldn’t feel special.

“I’m coming to think that you’re planning a muder in your zoning out intervals.”

I smile. “Well, I am capable of that.”

“You truly are.” He whispers as he gets up from the chair. I keep sitting not aware of how I am going to tell him that I have no place to go as of now. I need to book a room first. He looks at me blankly. “Are you still not convinced?”

“I, well, I need to stay at Alex’s place today, its on the Baker Street. Totally out of the way for you.” I am not sure what I am doing. He clearly has gotten better at arguing. I should book a room quickly. “I'll text Alex, he’ll pick me up.” I lie unlocking the phone, searching for a room nearby instead.

“I don’t understand why you are being so stubborn. I'll drop you, it’s no issue.”

I ignore him as I successfully book a room. Then I look at him, standing in front of me. I stand too. “He texted. He's coming. I'll eat something till then, I’m a little hungry.”

But Jake’s staring at me, right at me. “You weren't texting him. You just booked a hotel room. What is going on?”

Sometimes, I genuinely forget that this man is a digital genius and one glance at my phone would let him know exaclty what I am doing. “Yep. I lied. Partially, though. I do need to stay at his place. My father is away and he took the keys with him.”

“Then why the hotel room?” He inquires.

“There's just some tension going on between him and I. I just don't want to be in that atmosphere.” My voice turns urgent voicing the truth.

A pause. “Hotel room is not an entirely good alternative either. I don't wish to scare you but these days you’ll find—”

“Tiny cameras hidden in the vases or under the table? Or in the bathroom? Trust me, I'm well aware.”

There��s a silence until Jake speaks again. “Earlier, I told you Lucas and Garett live on the floor as me. I'll spend the night at Lucas's place or Garett’s and you can have my place. I'll give you the keys, you can lock it from the inside.”

“I am sorry. I cannot accept that.”

He stares at me, perhaps thinking of his next argument. “You know, one thing you forgot to mention, the locks of some rooms are really cheap and even if they are not, there are certain ways they can be opened.”

“Same could happen to your home locks.”

“I gurantee, it wouldn't. There are three locks, one of which can be opened by an intruder, other two? No chance.” I firmly states.

“Okay. One night. I promise I'll be gone in the morning and I am not into stealing.”

He smiles while shaking his head. “You can have breakfast, though. Lucas cooks amazing. So what do you want to eat?”

“I don't really eat much in the morning so pancakes would do, I guess.” I reply.

“They certainly would but I am asking for now. You said you were hungry.” He reminds me.

“Oh that? It was a follow-up lie.” I tell him.

He sighs. “Then we should leave.”

I nod and we start walking. We stop at the counter to pay and of course, Jake pays. However, right now, I don't want to argue with him. The last thing I want is having the lady at the counter hearing our silly arguments. So I let him pay. I'll just leave my share under his pillow tomorrow morning.

After the payment is done we start walking towards the exit. “You were scheming something.”

“Nothing against you, I assure you.”

Walking beside him, I might be mistaken but I think he just smiled.

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Okay....NO FREAKING IDEA WHAT I AM DOING.

Do let me know honestly if this chapter is pure, absolute shit. No, seriously. Be honest.

It's been a long time since I've written something.

I TRIED...

Anyways

Love ya

Thanks for reading!

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[coyotescribbles]

Thunder vibrated through the Nemesis' hull, but Corona hardly seemed to notice.

She was just so tired.

The mask she wore was starting to weigh heavy on her, but she didn't dare take it off. Not even for a second. Not even in the quiet dark of the Pole Star's hold.

How much longer, she thought bitterly, before "Corona" is lost and only Eclipse remains?

She'd been scanning this world for months, methodically and painstakingly searching for the Vindicator's crash site. So far, she'd found the remains of the Harbinger, but there was no sign of the ship she needed to find.

But it had to be here. It had to. This was where its last known coordinates had placed it. This was where its transwarp trail ended. No other world in this planetary system had shown signs of occupation, only this world had, so this was where it had to be… right?

What was she going to do if she was wrong?

(She didn't want to think about that.)

Dragging her hand down her face, she stood up from the Pole Star's pilot's seat and disembarked the small ship, crossing the hangar deck to the massive doors that led outside. R1D3R and D34N, the guards for that shift, nodded to her; she nodded back in acknowledgement as the barrier slid away into its frame and a howling wind filled the space.

She let it rush over her, then strode purposefully out into the stormy darkness.

Just outside the doors, Shockwave's Predacon lounged beneath the overhang; at first, he seemed to be asleep, but as she passed by, he opened his brilliant yellow optics and raised his head with a curious sound. Idly, barely even thinking about what she was doing, Corona reached out to pat his shoulder. "Just passing through, big guy."

(The beast dwarfed her, and could have easily bitten her in two with no effort whatsoever… so she thought it best to be as nonthreatening and unobtrusive as possible.)

She walked until she reached the end of the landing platform - and once there, sat down with a heavy sigh. Letting her legs dangle over the edge, she leaned back on her palms and lifted her optics to the sky, watching the boiling black clouds that swirled around the ship. Lightning flashed and flickered, and every once in a while a great BOOM of thunder would rattle the hull beneath her.

I can't keep this act up forever, she thought wearily. The longer I stay here, the more likely it is that I'm going to slip up and get caught, and then…

And then it would all be over.

She thought about ducking out and setting up shop in the Harbinger, using its scanners instead - but dismissed that plan almost immediately. She didn't have the energon to sustain an independent operation, couldn't secure any on her own. Plus, in its stationary state and half-decayed condition, the Harbinger was far less useful than the Nemesis.

Nor could she just take the Pole Star out and search from there. Without a supply of energon or the Nemesis' cloaking device, she would be easy pickings.

And there was no way she could rely on the Autobots for help.

With a groan, she let herself collapse back against the hull, draping her forearm across her optics.

What am I gonna do?

For what felt like a long time, she just lay there, listening to the wind and the thunder and feeling lost for options.

A rush of hot air startled her out of her melancholy, and when she lifted her arm to see who could possibly have snuck up on her so soundlessly, she was surprised to see the Predacon blinking curiously down at her.

"…Oh, hello there." Sitting back up again, Corona half-turned to face the beast and watched as he settled back onto his side, propped up on one elbow as he watched her. What he might have been thinking, she couldn't have guessed; maybe he was wondering what a flightless little ground-pounder was doing, dangling themselves over the void like so.

She just smiled crookedly, letting out a single quiet laugh. "You probably wouldn't understand even if I could tell you," she sighed, almost wistfully; "but that's okay. Nobody would, so you'd be in good company."

He let out a snort that almost sounded sarcastic, and rumbled wordlessly as he stretched out to rest his head beside her. When she reached over to run her hand across those gleaming armor plates, he purred.

Her smile softened, despite herself.

"We're both pretty uniquely lonely beasts, aren't we?" She murmured. "I guess it's nice to have a little company in that, at least…"

[outrunningthedark]

Thanks for reminding me that one of the worst writers of this show wrote the next episode. My excitement has gone from 90% to below zero, because i will never forgive them (her) for writing the „Buck, where the hell are you going“ or Chimney acting as a clown again. And then no follow up. Nope. No way. I guess we will get some stupid Buck is fancy with maths jokes now and clowning Chimney again 😩😩😩. Thanks for the warning,

Do you also hate Lyndsey for not giving Eddie a bigger role at the hospital/in the coma dream? Or for not writing a reconciliation between Chim and his father as opposed to Chim and his step-mother? What about not having Eddie tell Chris about Buck's condition on screen? Do you hate Andrew for including Carla in Chris's first dance experience instead of Buck because that would have raised questions the show didn't want to answer? Who do you think signed off on those decisions, anon? What makes Stacey any different? Because she wrote one (1) TayKay-heavy episode and will be "paying for it" for as long as she's employed by the show? Lyndsey was co-writer for the episode where Buck gave TayKay her Christmas present and it looked like they were nowhere near breaking up. Coto wrote the Lucy + TayKay "confrontation" in May Day. Nobody complains about them though, do they? Stacey's biggest "flaw" for you people is that she's not a Buddie writer. You need one or two of those when working on an ensemble show because not everyone should be tasked with writing for every character when their personal experiences are better suited for other story lines.

[thelittlewriter]

Meet Me Halfway

Pairing : Suna x Reader

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You gave him a cup of tea. To be honest, you were the one who needed it the most. You still had not said a word to each other. You needed to talk to him but you didn't know how to. You sat down in front of him. He was purposefully avoiding your eyes, and you wondered if he was feeling the same as you. You took a deep breath and finally started.

"First of all, I would like to apologize for how I acted earlier."

He was still looking at his cup of tea.

"I shouldn't have said that. I regret it."

He shook his head.

"It's ok. You don't like me."

You wanted to tell him you did, but that would be misleading. Because you didn't like him. And he needed to know.

"I don't. Not like this."

You closed your eyes and added :

"But I can. I... could."

He finally looked up, seeing your scared expression. You had your eyes closed. He was the one who showed you this trick back then.

If you're scared, just close your eyes and imagine what you wish you had in front of you.

That's what he had told you. Today, he wondered who you wished you had in his place.

"You don't need to force yourself into that, Y/N."

You opened your eyes and they met his. It reminded you of everything you had with him. His warm arms that were always opened when you were there. His shy smiles when he thought you were not looking. Or his shirts that you were secretly wearing.

"It's not like that."

You couldn't say more.

"We can still be friends, Y/N. I promise."

He smiled at you. He wanted to reassure you.

"I know."

You looked away from him. You wanted to look everywhere but his face. You looked at the ceiling, at your cup of tea, then at his. You looked at how his fingers were restless, taping against the cup.

"I don't want to, Rin."

You heard him scoff.

"I'm sorry I put you in that position", he said with a shaking voice. "Whatever you choose, I'll be fine with it."

He took a deep breath.

"If you need space..."

"No !", you interrupted him, jumping off your chair.

You looked at him in the eyes. For a moment, nobody spoke.

"I don't need space. I need you."

You sat down, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"I've been reminded that a relationship is a lot of work. It can only work if both people want it."

You could see it in his eyes. Hope.

“What are you trying to say ?”

You smiled at him. It was obviously a new chapter of both of your lives. You wanted to share your life with his, the only incertain parameter was how.

“I want to try.”

His eyes were almost sparkling.

“I think I want to be with you too.”

Finally, he raised the glass to his mouth. You could only see his playful eyes.

“You think ?”

You nodded.

“And how long do you think you’re gonna think that ?”

You cleared your throat.

“Let’s try for a month.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. You promised yourself that you would try the hardest to make it happen. He had a smile on his face when he put the cup down. He was staring at you. What he thought was a mystery, he didn’t agree or disagree. He just stared at you.

“Why ?” he finally asked.

You looked at your appartment. The feeling was back. This warm feeling. You could almost hear the knife cutting onions and the sputtering sound. You could almost smell what would be best meal until the next one, feel the slight burn from cooking. You could see him with you everyday. He already was.

He was home.

“I love you. I do. I just need to figure out how.”

“But you were pretty sure less than an hour ago.”

“I love that you are my home. I love the idea of waking up next to you. I love how close we are. That I’m sure.”

He finished his cup.

“I agree but on two conditions. First, let’s try for a month.”

A month. It would be enough. You quickly agreed.

“What’s the second condition ?”

“We can stop it at any moment. Both of us.”

He wanted a way out. In case it was failing. In case it was hurting him too much. In case the hope you was now feeding him would turn out to be false. You could understand that. You nodded.

“When does it start ?” you asked with a small voice.

His smile grew bigger.

“Right now. Do you wanna go on a date ?”

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Hey ! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while ! I just got my first real writer’s block in 10 years of writing. Usually, I can still imagine things or write something else but this time it was totally blank. So I had to wait and that's why it took so long. Still I hope you enjoyed it ! I really can't wait to write the next chapter as we're gonna see their first real romantic interactions ! I'll try to do better next time... have a great day !

[lesbianwriter]

If you wanted an excuse to continue any of your stories or start a new one, this is it! You don't need an excuse to continue a story, but if you think you need one then use this! (^ ^)

They Were Roommates Part 4

Sorry I was so late to respond to you!!

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Part three

“Any luck with jobs?” Hero asked, smoothing the corner of the checkered picnic blanket.

She had packed all the foods that she knew Villain liked. Today, she wanted Villain to truly enjoy herself. During all the other activities Hero could tell that Villain didn’t enjoy them; she went through most with a scowl, despite Hero’s efforts to make her smile. Perhaps Villain would like the park. It was sunny but there was a pleasant wind fluttering in the air. The two were sat under a beautiful willow tree in a secluded spot where there weren’t too many people. Everything could be perfect. But when she looked over at the most crucial factor, she saw her enemy—former enemy?—with her legs bunched up and her chin on her knees.

“I tried.” Villain responded tonelessly. “Nobody will hire me, Hero. My only option is—y’know.” She looked around at the other picnic blankets nearby. Sparse and far between, but still there.

Hero gingerly took out the sandwiches and glass bottles of lemonade. “Are you sure that you’ve been smiling during interviews and acting polite?”

“Yes.” Villain rolled her eyes, not being convincing. “I think my smile is worse than if I went through it all looking how I always do.”

“Are they telling you why they won’t hire you?” Hero asked gently. She felt bad for Villain. She was trying, and it was great to think that the two of them had a chance…but trying wasn’t enough. There was still rent to pay and Hero’s landlord was very pushy about paying dues on time.

Villain swallowed, her throat tasting like bile. Every interview was the same. Like Hero insisted, she smiled and nodded and laughed politely at jokes that weren’t funny. Then, they looked through all her forged identification and things seemed to be running smoothly. But Supervillain only forged identification. Nothing else. No schooling, no nothing.

Without proof she graduated any type of school (which she didn’t) then the interviewers would get a look in their eye, ask questions that Villain couldn’t or wouldn’t answer with the acute intensity of a surgeon performing surgery, and finally dismiss Villain and promise they’d get back to her. Which they never did.

“It’s hard to find a job when you haven’t even completed elementary school.” Villain closed her eyes, trying not to envision the look that would be on Hero’s face. It’d be the same one when Hero saw Villain’s apartment two months ago. The mold, the cracks, and the overall poor conditions of the place made Hero quit her plan to arrest her and instead ask her to be a roommate, of all the foolish things…

“You didn’t go to school?” Hero asked. The sun flashed in her eyes and she looked away from Villain and towards the playground. Kids were playing, running around, chasing others. She wondered if Villain ever got to do that. Be a kid.

“No.” When Hero looked away, she opened her eyes and they had followed Hero’s to the playground. Neither one was sure which question she answered.

“Why haven’t you been…y’know.”

“I haven’t been told to.” Villain picked at a dandelion. Her eyes blankly roamed over her enemy’s. “Why don’t you find a different job?”

“And do what?” Hero asked, eyebrows raised. Heroism was her whole life. She didn’t know what else she’d do.

“I don’t know. Solve puzzles for a living. Open a restaurant. Work at a shelter. Things you’d do.” Villain replied, sipping a lemonade. As she drank the lemonade, she felt as sour as the lemon—but if she didn’t fool herself then she would admit she was more sour than that.

Truthfully, she did want the jobs that she applied for. Proof that she could. She could get a job and pay for her sister that way. She could be normal with Hero. That she could be anything other than a breathing army knife.

“Those are good options, but I love my job.” Hero smiled as she picked up a sandwich and turned it around in her hands. The organization had recruited her at fourteen, at the lowest point in her life.

She had been struggling with school and bullies and friendships that didn’t deserve to be called friendships. And worst of all was that she didn’t know who she was or what she wanted to be. Sometimes she was cheerful and would sit on the edge of the river bank, enthusiastically waving at the boats that passed by. Other times she was so miserable that she didn’t get out of bed.

Heroism had given her something to strive towards—a goal to reach for. That’s what Villain needed, she assumed. A reason. An ambition. Something she liked.

“Without my job I wouldn’t have met you.” Hero continued. “I’m glad I met you, I hope you know. Things may have been rough, we have battled, and we did fight often, but there’s more to you than that. We’re more than enemies, like it or not. It’s complicated—“

“Stop. You’re making it sound like we’re a couple.” Villain spat her lemonade back in the bottle. “It’s making me sick.”

“I’m trying to be nice.” Hero rolled her eyes. “Anyways, what about you? How do you feel about it?”

“…I don’t know.”

The entire situation on Villain’s part was wrong. It was greedy and abysmal and confusing. She was using Hero for information, and it showed no signs of stopping. Could she lie to Hero’s face and tell her she was happy—could she lie to herself and tell herself that she was content with betraying Hero so viciously from inside her own home?

“Hmm,” Hero hummed, “I’ll ask a much simpler question, okay?”

“Okay.” Villain crossed her arms.

“If you could go back in time, would you stop yourself from meeting me?”

After several bears of silence from Villain:

“That’s impossible. I’m not answering a question that theoretically couldn’t happen.” She decided on.

If she could go back, she would meet Hero a thousand times. She would stop everything wrong from happening in her life. Her sister would be free and healthy as the kids on the playground. She would’ve gone to school and have a job. She would meet Hero and be the perfect person for her.

It was impossible.