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skippyv20 · 1 month

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This is a message from @sandiedog3-deactivated20240814

Hi Skippy, just to let everyone know that I felt it necessary to deactivate my account last night. The reason is that 3 of the Twitter accounts I follow and have posted information from on Tumblr are being prosecuted by the UK Thought Police and are due to go to Court.

People who follow or reblog from them are also allegedly under surveillance which would therefor include myself.

It really is ridiculous here so I have deactivated all of my Social Media accounts. I won't stop blogging but need time to regroup and doubly ensure that I won't end up in Court. The sentences are ridiculous and it seems that the current PM is coming down really hard now on Social Media.

Here is the advice I have been given if you are a UK Blogger.

Ensure you use a VPN

Make sure you have an anonymous email address if possible for example Proton do one

Delete all Social Media accounts if there has been anyone challenging what you say or any hint that anyone is working to report you to the Police . There are literally groups on Social Media especially Facebook and Twitter now of Leftists have been reporting bloggers or Social Media accounts to the Police such as the 3 I have mentioned and their followers.

Reset your phone and wipe it completely

Start again if you wish but take extra care and be vigilant that anything you post will not be used against you at this time

Read and digest the Human Rights Act Sections 9, 10 and 14 as this will inform you about your Rights in Law albeit they are using current updates to some Laws regarding Hate Speech Online etc (I will post about that in my new blog)

The advice below is not Professional Legal Advice just advice given to anyone anxious about possible visits from Police for prosecution

If the police do visit DO NOT allow them into your house as they can then search your premises and confiscate your phone, computer etc. If you don't allow entry they will have to provide a warrant to search your property and take away your communication devices

If they take you to a Police Station for questioning DO NOT SAY ANYTHING EVER AT ANYTIME THAN NO COMMENT OR NOT GUILTY - the onus is then on the Police to provide proof that you have used hate speech or incited anyone to riot etc

Get an independent lawyer or advice as the Duty Solicitor would advise you most likely to plead guilty for obvious reasons

Opt for a High Court case by pleading not guilty - this will cause more hassle and they may drop the charges due to insufficient evidence

Apparantly no one as yet has pleaded not guilty and/or opted for a High Court hearing as most are unaware of their legal rights and have been advised to plead guilty

I am writing this from memory so please feel free to chip in or correct any mistakes

I have asked Skippy to post this ask for me. My 1,500 followers will most likely know who I am and when I restart with a new blog I will get the message out to you all

Please know I am not giving up - I am a member of the UK Free Speech Union and they are working in a Legal Capacity to protect the Free Speech of UK Citizens as is Elon Musk and the Reform Party UK

Of course I will be praying for everyone on Skippy's Prayer list as always and will be back

Love you all

This is so shocking that the UK is at this point! Prayers for all!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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scratchandplaster · 2 years

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Stack The Deck - PART 9

CW: regretful Whumper, Lima syndrom, trauma, paranoia

PART 8 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 10

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Things had gone worse during the short break they took from each other. Morris came back to look at him, silent and frantic, while gathering his luggage.

Everything went by quickly after that, Elliot being lifted from the mattress and stashed away in the Civic's backseat, waiting to be picked up. He couldn't overhear the mysterious call Morris made in the next room, but whoever he spoke to made quite an impact on his behavior. Amber; she had to be it this time. He deserved to live after all, the high court decided.

Wordlessly, Morris had joined him in the car just moments later. Quiet curses roamed through the space between, his eyes always fixed on the man in the windshield's reflection.

It felt like a dream, entering the daylight again. Melting snow coated the meadows and industrial structures that slipped past them with anxious pace, hinting at the first signs of winter. It's Sunday, he realized, the first Advent.

Just a few more rehearsals, and their performance would be flawless. He couldn't wait to see the joy they always brought to the audience, the more reserved admirers of their art had their own way to express that.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop. Elliot faintly recognized the area, a few miles away from suburbia; he was closer to home than he imagined. As he admired the gentle blanket of white that glazed the street, an ice-cold gust of air surprised him. Morris pushed himself out of the driver's side to open the rear door, with a firm grab on his coat collar, he was pulled out to stand.

"Up you go, Ell!"

The soft crunch of snow underneath felt surreal, like it didn't belong there. Swaying lightly in the frosty breeze, boiling up from the inside but breathing out nothing more than little clouds, Elliot was held up by strong hands.

It was Advent Sunday in the deserted wilderness, nobody in sight. A perfect place to get rid of someone.

With a painful frown in his features, Morris continued to search for eye contact and was rewarded with a glassy stare. He prayed to never meet him again, to be something else than the stopgap.

"Ell, you're a decent guy. I wished we had met under nicer circumstances."

Silence. Elliot thought about spring, and his mother. He doesn't call often enough.

"I will end your life, if any of this gets to the authorities."

Nodding synchronously to his heartbeat, he didn't dare to take the chance.

It's a trick, he's going to put a bullet into my head the second I turn around. The fact that Morris was way more fond of everything that could stab didn't convince him otherwise. It's a trick.

"I thought - you know, I had this whole plan made up... Fuck! It's going to be okay." Pulling the sad piece of dried up cotton out of his pocket, Morris began draping the scarf around Elliot's neck, back to its original purpose. Fingers plucked at it, fluffing it up and around to offer the best protection.

"Listen, it doesn't matter how you feel about me right now, the second you're downtown, you need to go to a hospital."

"Yeah." A caw was all he would get out anymore.

"Nonono, listen. You go to the ER and tell them you, I don't know, slammed your hand in a car door. They won't believe a word, but that doesn't matter. Stick to that story, and they will stop asking eventually."

Morris had other worries right now, planning to delete all his unnoticed messages before anyone would lay an eye on it, a witness to his failure.

"Don't call her, okay? That's not your problem anymore."

Amber didn't use to be his problem for quite a while, actually, not until two days ago. He had pressed her and the little quirks she brought far away, the walls had ripped open now, bleeding inside and out.

Brown eyes dead focused on the asphalt, skin red with infection.

"Okay?"

Only nodding, again.

"Two miles, this way," Morris whispered closely and pointed to the steeple in the distance. It was a fast gesture, nearly over in a blink of an eye, but Elliot could still sense the firm hug Morris gave him, pressing into his shoulders to send shockwaves down his spine.

"In another life, I'm sure we would've had a great time together, right?" Putting the phone back into Elliot's pocket, Amber's number deleted just in case, he held the weak figure at his waist to keep it upright. There was a lot to say, an apology or maybe just a lonely goodbye, but nothing came over Morris' lips.

The pressure left Elliot, standing on his own. It would happen any second, he knew that now, a quick stab between the ribs to let it all out. Morris wouldn't drag this out, he was a decent man too, after all. Watching the sky, blues and grays mixing together in the morning sun, he waited for the end of his suffering.

The motor that never stopped running sounded so far away suddenly, just a buzz in the shell of his ear. He waited.

I don't call mom often enough, really.

Through the back mirror, Morris traced the abandoned man at the edge of the road. He looked so tiny against the open nature, vulnerable to the forces of nature.

Even if he had the nerve left to look at the license plates, he seemed to pass on this opportunity. They would be changed in the near future anyway. Before making it around a curve, he could see how his legs started to stumble forward, too bruised and stiff to bend correctly, but still going. He was expected back home; at least that he had to get right, the rest was irrelevant.

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Elliot couldn't remember how he made it back to his apartment building, the world drifted around him in a blur of colors. At one point, he carried himself into a subway station, leaning against the handrails like a wasted lunatic.

He heard laughter far away, normally anxious it could be about him, but these thoughts were nowhere near. He was glad nobody spoke to him, no help, no nervous interest. Morris would be back, and everyone who suspected foul play regarding the injuries put themselves at the same risk he lived through.

Just me, just me and nobody else. Nobody can know-

Struggling to get the door open, his forehead pressed violently against the wood to keep balance, until the keys finally slipped in to enter the only place left untainted. With a clumsy kick of his foot, it slammed shut again.

Elliot would have fallen asleep, if a silent hop hadn't greeted him near instantly. It felt wrong to have Ginkgo's soft hair next to his agony-ridden body, her noiseless presence coming over him in a wave of peace. She must have been starving by now, neglected for days.

What am I even good for?

Silently apologizing over and over again, he let his unmarked hand pet over her back, smearing wayward fluids all through her precious gray-brown fur. Any minute now, it's not safe.

So caught in his fear he tasted at the back of his throat, he tried to remember something that was promised just a few minutes earlier.

The rabbit's tiny snout nibbled and licked at his elbow, kissing away some scattered drops of blood. Oh, I forgot the yogurt drops.

Half of him wasn't present anymore, gone with time. He was a stain on the mattress, a pool on the bathroom floor. It's a trick, he will come back again. Lost in the feverish heat of his own grimy body, he continued to lay still, only being roused by Ginkgo from time to time.

I need to feed her.

Acting on autopilot again, his body moved towards the pantry. He watched himself fill her bowl up with fresh water along with hay and her usual muesli, ending the basic task by sitting next to her on the floor, breathing heavily.

"You're okay," he gasped, not sure who of the two he meant, "you're going to be okay!"

The whole left side of his body was numb, its mere existence scrapped from the mind's perception, like it didn't belong to him.

He needed to prepare for his captor's return: barricade the door, get a knife - a hammer, anything to protect himself. Later, his screaming muscles dictated, letting the husk of a person sink into the ground beneath.

Elliot was allowed to rest now, although his suffering was for nothing. Alas, that's the nature of it.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]

@febuwhump, @whatwasmyprevioususername

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metalfloridaman · 2 years

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𝚃𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻 - 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃

once nathan takes a liking to you, he is super protective and will kill for you. a good example is when toki got bullied at band camp. he literally mutilated the bully's guitar playing hand. forcing him to never play again.

you'd think a giant metal man like him would be stinky. it's not the case. living with murderface and living in mordhaus, showers are an everyday thing.

how is his hair so god damn soft? he uses very expensive conditioner and he will gatekeep it until the end of time.

canon stated that the explosions didn't have much money growing up. his father spending clothes money on booze. nathan would get bullied for this growing up. which is why he was silent until he was five. nathan ended up finding out people would be scared to be mean to you if you use your fist to solve altercations.

after his class got massacred in front of him. nathan would go silent again for a few months. being pushed to speak again a few months later as he still was the class president . . . even though there was no class to be president of.

nathan's type in women are boss bitches. if they don't take any shit from anyone and will kick his ass . . . he's into it. ( just look at his dating history )

(i saw this on another tumblr user's hc post and i love it so i'm making it canon here. ) nathan's highschool sweetheart was highly against frog dissection. they broke up because they'd butt heads on the subject. it was nathan's best subject.

his relationship with his father is better than the other's in the band. it was a slow process, but at least he didn't watch him drown while he was dying from cancer . . . or tell him he belongs in a garbage can.

nathan's childhood home was small and was surrounded by florida swamp

as a past time, kid nathan would sit in a tree and watch the gators eat their pray.

eventually nathan does want someone to settle down with. he's the most interested in monogamous relationships in the band.

he's an anxious perfectionist. if things aren't 1000% the way he likes it, he will delete or start over. ( much to the annoyance of people around him. )

( bonus nsfw headcanon below since you got this far. ily. )

the first time he gave head was to abigail. after the situation on the sub, he grew to actually really like it. especially the praise he'd be given. that mouth can do more than brutal vocals. ( nathan explosion eats pussy, NOT CLICKBAIT!! )

#𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ⸸ { character study }#this has been plaguing my brain #he is MY blorbo.#there is one usfw headcannon in this

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sonufabitchhhhh · 2 years

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Metal Family - Dee x Reader :

She Fuckin’ Hates Me

(Part 4 - Final)

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

When Dee returned to his room after speaking with his parents, and ignoring Heavy's questions, he layed on his bed thinking things through.

He was starting to feel guilty that he was putting so much blame on y/n when he didn't know their side of the story. Perhaps he really had offended them?

After taking a nervous breath, he decided to message y/n again, to hopefully clear the air. It occurred to Dee that he was so obsessed with getting positive feedback from them, when he hadn't once complimented their ideas... and he had to admit they were good ideas.

So here he was, typing another message, praying it would get through to them.

Hey y/n, just wanted to let you know, I think your ideas are actually pretty awesome and this project wouldn't be half as good without them. I know I don't say it, but you're smart and you've put so much great work into this project. I just wish I could hear your thoughts on my idea? I would actually appreciate hearing your opinion

Dee hated how vulnerable and mushy it sounded, but knew it was all true, so with a last breath of courage he hit send. After a small pause, he typed another short message, just to seal it up.

And I'm really sorry if I acted like too much of a bitch

Send.

And now Dee waited. Again.

Dee woke up bright and early for school the next day. All was fine until he saw his phone. Still no reply! Dee was really pissed now. He'd tried so hard to be sincere, and they weren't even trying to cooperate! As much as Dee wanted to feel angry, he felt dejected more than anything. Which bugged him, because he really shouldn't care this much.

As he left for school, he had a determination to find y/n and ask them why the fuck they've been ignoring him. No more compliments and nice words, they threw that chance away. Now he wanted answers.

When he arrived, he immediately scanned the halls looking for them. Seeing them by their locker, he approached with his prominent-as-ever bitch face.

Y/n jumped when they turned and saw him, startled by seeing him. Dee was just about to start ranting, when y/n beat him to the punch.

"Dee! I've been meaning to talk to you." They started, not seeming annoyed, or ready to laugh at him, so he held his tongue and waited for them to continue. "You haven't by any chance found my phone at your place? I've been searching for it all weekend, and I only thought this morning that I might have left it at yours."

Dee didn't know how to process this new information. He always knew there was a possibility that they just misplaced their phone, but he had been so consumed with thoughts of them rejecting his ideas, he hadn't truly thought of that being the case. He suddenly felt a little self conscious, both at the way he had been acting all weekend, and the message he had sent them.

"Umm, no I haven't seen it, but I haven't exactly been looking for it, so..."

Y/n huffed a little, thinking before asking, "Do you mind if we work on the project at yours today? I could keep an eye out for my phone as well."

Internally, Dee was panicking. Why? He wasn't too sure. There were many reasons, but all he knew was that them coming over today meant finally discussing his idea, and he was nervous to actually hear what they thought after all the suspense. But he didn't have a good excuse, so he said to meet him outside the school like always, at the end of the day.

Walking back to his house, his steps in sync with y/n's, he was quiet, and slightly anxious. He had been all day, and he'd tried hard in vain to delete his message. For some absurd reason, he couldn't. Dee was good with technology, so given some time and a clear head, it wouldn't have been a problem. But during school, Dee had neither of these things.

Dee could only hope at this point that y/n doesn't find their phone. How ironic.

When they arrived at Dee's house, he ushered them inside, hoping to avoid seeing his parents. He didn't want them asking questions, considering his conversation with them yesterday. That would be the cherry on top of embarrassment.

"So, any new ideas?" y/n questioned after taking their usual spot on his desk chair.

Dee took a shaky breath readying himself to finally share his idea. "Actually, yeah, I think it's a decent idea, but y'know, it depends what you think.." Dee was babbling, and already feeling embarrassed for how he was acting. But lucky for him, y/n was far away and not even listening.

"Hold that thought!" Y/n got up suddenly, crossed his room and picked up their phone off of one of his shelves. "Aha! I knew it had to be here!" They seemed so triumphant, they didn't notice Dee's rising panic. The message he sent them was still on their phone. And his time was up.

In a last ditch effort, he tried to distract them by speaking again, but they were already going through their notifications.

"Sorry, give me one sec just to check if any of these are important." They mumbled while seeming to discard most of what was on their screen. "Oh! Sorry I haven't been able to reply to you, had no clue you messaged me."

Dee leaped off the bed at that, trying to gain their attention. "You really don't have to read that! It's not important!" He practically plead, but they were already reading.

As y/n pored over his words, the heat in his cheeks grew, and he stood awkwardly in front of them, accepting his fate, and having no clue what to do.

Y/n read intently at his theory, and had an impressed look on their face by the end of it. But Dee couldn't read them, he had no idea what their expressions meant. Were they judging him? Trying to contain their laughter? Silently mocking him? Had they read everything, or only one line? He was in the dark.

Y/n was about to comment on how good his theory was and how they should use it, before they moved on to the next message.

Y/n's heart melted at the words. He had been so genuine and sincere, and seemed to really care about what they thought. Y/n never knew Dee had cared so much. Y/n's little smile grew tenfold, accompanied by a little chuckle when they saw the last message. Dee had been a bit of a bitch, and so had y/n, and for so long they had been rivals because of it. But y/n didn't care about that any more. They felt appreciated.

Y/n glanced up at Dee's cherry-red cheeks and giggled again, before hugging him tightly. Dee didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this. But after a moment's hesitation, he slowly returned the hug.

After pulling back, y/n finally spoke, a light blush dusting their cheeks as well. "I think your idea's amazing... we should definitely use it, I mean, you're so incredibly smart, I don't know why you ever needed my confirmation!" They both chuckled at the last bit, but Dee looked at them with sincerity in his eyes.

"I care about what you think because you're so smart yourself, and maybe... maybe I wanted to know that you were impressed by my ideas, I just-! I just think you're kind of incredible, and didn't want to seem dumb."

Dee avoided eye contact for a moment, but after hearing no response, he chanced a look at them. After one brief second of eye contact, y/n moved forward and kissed him sweetly. His eyes went wide before he closed them and melted into their embrace. Y/n's hands snaked round his neck and their hand lightly twisted his long blond hair. His hands found their waist, and they stayed like that for a short second before pulling away breathless. The two were smiling like idiots.

No more words needed to be said, instead y/n sat down next to Dee on his bed - for the first time he noted, but was more than ok with it - and they laced their hands together, avidly talking about their project. Both of their ideas were spoken highly of, with many compliments and smiles given.

Y/n stayed long after they were done with the project, and the two talked about everything and nothing. Both were happier, even when it came for y/n to leave. And that's how they stayed. (There was also a lot more making out!)

A/N: ok, I'm super sorry this took so long, but this is finished now, and I'll try and get some one shots and requests completed! Also, I made this chapter gender neutral, and I'll update the others do they are too! I really hope everyone enjoyed, and thank you so much for over 1k reads, that's way more than I could have hope for!

Hope you have a great day/night,

~ SonofaBeach

#vicki metal family #glam metal family #metal family #metal family dee x reader #dee metal family #heavy metal family #dee x reader #dee #enemies to lovers #rivals #gender neutral

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mishkakagehishka · 2 years

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self-aware au is my beloved rn <- going insane over ritsu but being so brave about it

like. it could be so cute but also so sad and angsty. what do you do with a little dude in your phone? do you try to find a way to let them go onto other devices? see if you can let them onto your computer so they can watch things with you? do you simply trap them in their game? what happens if you lose interest - do you revoke your promise to not delete the game so they can keep living? do you try to find a secondary solution?

imagine actually befriending them. promising you won't delete the game. trying to find ways for them to see the world. showing them things through your camera and taking them places. praying nothing bad happens to your devices so you don't lose them.

Alright I'll get on with these while I'm on the road~ but no, right? It's cute to think about, but it would be so tragic... Under the cut, + a mention of accidental death in the last paragraph (only for comparison's sake, nothing actually to happen)

To start with, there's nothing you can do to really give them a "life" beyond hoping for technology to improve enough to give them a body. All they are is a consciousness floating amongst code - and depending on if the self-aware au includes other characters or just that one, it must be so, so lonely when you're not playing. That's why it's easy for me to imagine them getting so attached that it causes yand feelings - but that's not the topic of this post :>

And then that! What does happen if you lose interest? I imagine self-awareness as a virus, as I said before, so you can't really get rid of it unless you do a full factory reset. But if you uninstall the game, you'd still erase the only way for them to "manifest" and talk to you. As in, they inhabit the model of the character, in that game. You get rid of the game, you got rid of the models, and now they have no voice, no way to communicate with you (to anyone, if they're the only self-aware chara). I suppose if you lose interest in playing, or if you need more storage space, you can ask the chara to transfer themself to a different device - whether by bluetooth onto a different mobile device or by a charging cord onto a PC. There you can install enstars and let them set up shop, and you "visit" them every once in a while.

And yes, befriending them, wouldn't you feel bad for them? I think it'd be kind to do so, talk and visit, show them places via the camera function, and so on. But what if something does happen to your device? For example, I've always been anxious about walking on the rocks (idk what the proper word for it is - large large rocks that jut out of the sea) by the sea or on bridges across rivers because I was worried I'd drop (and lose) whatever I was holding in my hand. What if something like that ends up happening? Maybe you can even fish your phone out of a river or sea, if you're fast enough, good at swimming and have a good eye, but... your phone will likely just end up dead. What then? You didn't even say goodbye to the poor thing. If they don't die alongside the device (would it? Interesting to think about), they will have been left in the darkness for an eternity, not knowing why you left when you seemed to be having fun talking to them just minutes earlier.

You know how dogs will be sad and confused, and won't really understand if their owner dies in an accident outside of the home? All they know is that their best friend never came home. Would they feel abandoned? Would the character feel just as confused, sad, scared, abandoned?

#it's the. it's tragic #ensemble stars #self-aware enstars #asks

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marvelmusing · 3 years

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Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 5

Series Masterlist • My Masterlist

“There's nothing, sir.” The analyst says, looking up from the computer to inform you and Mobius.

“Have you used the magnified nexus threshold?” You ask him. Mobius nods in agreement.

“That one should be setting off alarms if somebody steps on the wrong leaf.”

“Wherever they are, I'm not sure anything survives.” The analyst argues.

“Yeah. Don't underestimate them. You see anything down at Roxxcart? They're gone. Leaping across time, plotting their next massacre.” You glance over at Mobius. He seemed a little shaken by whatever Renslayer told him after her meeting with the Time-Keepers. B-15 stops beside Mobius,

“Any news on C-20?” She asks. Mobius doesn’t look at her as he answers,

“No.”

“We need to find them.” She insists, her gaze fixed on the timeline in front of you.

“We will.” Suddenly an analyst perks up.

“We've got something. Temporal lock.” Everyone watches the timeline as a branch extends from the main line, faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“Okay, that's not someone stepping on the wrong leaf.” Mobius comments.

“You ever seen a branch like that?” You ask the two of them. B-15 shakes her head faintly.

“No.”

You spend the morning gathering paperwork for Mobius. You organise all the mission reports regarding the Loki Case and before long Mobius arrives to collect them.

“Thanks [Y/N].” He scoops the files up from your desk. You smile up at him.

“No problem. How’s it going with Loki?” He sighs, leaning against your desk beside you.

“I don’t know. He seems quite defensive, so I’ve left him in a Time Cell.” You nod.

“What’s he said?” He laughs softly.

“He said the TVA’s lying to me. Obviously some kind of lie he’s trying to spin.” You nod again, lost in thought. “You alright?” You glance back at him.

“Yeah, of course.” He pushes himself away from your desk, adjusting his grip on the files.

“I’d better get this to Renslayer.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be here.” He nods,

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

It isn’t long before Mobius is back. He’s striding through the cubicles, heading straight for your desk.

“Come with me.” Is all he says. Which is all it takes for you to stand up and follow him. You’re both quiet as you make your way to the archives. Mobius finds a deserted corner, and tucks the two of you away behind a row of shelves.

“What’s going on?” You whisper, as you watch him pull a TemPad out of his pocket.

“I’m not sure yet.” You watch the screen as he scans through the most recent files.

“That’s not your-“

“It’s Ravonna’s.” You look up at him sharply. He looks a mix of anxious and excited, like he goes when he’s close to a breakthrough on a case. You look back at the screen when something starts playing. It’s a video of C-20. The hunter that was enchanted by the variant.

“You're not hearing me. I was there. This was real, what I saw. This is a place that I've been. This wasn't the TVA. This was a memory. I lived down there. I went to that bar. I had friends. I had a whole life on the Sacred Timeline.”

“Calm down.” You hear Renslayer say to her.

“Calm down? I'm a Variant. So are you. So is every single person in this place.”

“I'm ending this.” The video ends, the face of Renslayer paused as she stops the recording. You look back at Mobius.

“Ravonna said C-20 was dead. That the variant had scrambled her mind.” He tells you.

“She seemed pretty upset. But not scrambled.” You say. He nods,

“I think Loki was right.”

“What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. But I know where to start. I’ll go get Loki, you get Sylvie.”

“Sylvie?”

“The other Loki variant, that’s her name.” You nod. The two of you make your way out of the archives. You spilt up, Mobius going to Loki, you going to find Sylvie. You approach the time theatre where Sylvie is being kept, before asking the hunters on guard to let you in for an interrogation. The hunter closest to you offers his baton, which you accept with a smile. As the doors open, you see a woman sat on one of the chairs in the centre of the room. Her hair is slightly damp, and her legs are propped up on the desk in front of her. She glances at you as you enter the room. Once the door is closed you say to her,

“I’m a friend of Loki’s. I’m going to get you out of here.” She looks up at you in surprise, though before she can respond the door opens. You spin around to see Renslayer stepping into the room. She takes one look at Sylvie before saying,

“Who else was in here with her?”

“Sorry, ma'am, B-15 insisted.” One of the hunters responds.

“Put out an alert for Hunter B-15. She too has been compromised by the Variant.”

“She too? Who else has been compromised?” You ask her, feigning innocence and praying that Mobius is safe. She gives you an unwavering look.

“Agent Mobius. He unfortunately became very unstable, and was consequently pruned.” The baton in your grasp trembles.

“Pruned?” You repeat quietly. Not Mobius. Please, no. The hunters move forward to seize Sylvie and you use that to your advantage. You slam your baton into the back of his head, before swinging at the other one beside you. Once they’re on the floor, you twist the baton, the end glowing as you lunge at Renslayer. But she’s too quick. She dodges. Grabbing your baton, and using your momentum to push you against the wall. Holding the baton in both hands, she pushes it against your throat. You squirm and struggle against her. One of the hunters forces a time collar around your neck, then you’re reversed to back where you were a minute ago. The hunter hands the time twister to Renslayer who takes it with a smirk. Hot tears of frustration and grief flood down your face. You attempt another lunge at her,

“You little bit-“ You’re reversed backwards in an instant. A small sob wracks you as you stare at her. “He trusted you!” She turns back to the hunters.

“Let’s take them both to the Time-Keepers.” The hunters grasp ahold of you and Sylvie, and March you down the corridors, towards the elevator leading to the Time-Keepers. You hold your head high, despite the tears staining your cheeks. As you reach the elevator the hunters stop. You hear Sylvie whisper an,

“Are you okay?” To which he nods faintly. You glance over at Loki. He returns your gaze.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry.” He whispers, looking as heartbroken as you felt. You swallow hard,

“It’s not your fault Loki.” You tell him.

“I’ve got them from here.” Renslayer tells the hunters, who then let go of you and leave. The four of you step into the elevator. After a small conversation between Sylvie and Renslayer, which makes you hate her even more, the elevator doors open and you step out to meet the Time-Keepers.

“Gracious Time-Keepers, as promised, the Variants.”

“After all your struggle, at last, you've arrived before us. What do you have to say for yourselves before you meet your end, Variants?” The Lizard in the middle says, looking down at the three of you. Loki speaks first.

“Is that the only reason you brought us here? To kill us? I've lost track of the number of times I've been killed, so go ahead. Do your worst.”

“You and your bravado are no threat to us, Variant.” Sylvie shakes her head.

“Oh, no, I don't think you believe that. I think...” As she steps forward Renslayer reverses her back, but she continues, “I think you're scared.”

“No, Variant. You're nothing but a cosmic disappointment. Delete them.”

“No, I'm not done with you yet.” There’s a buzz, then your time collar drops to the ground. You look at door to see B-15 with Sylvie’s sword in hand.

“For all time. Always.” She says, throwing the sword to Sylvie which she catches.

“Protect the Time-Keepers!” Renslayer orders. Then the fighting breaks out. You manage to fight off a few of the Time-Keepers guards, though Sylvie and Loki do most of the work. You watch as Sylvie throws her sword at the Time-Keepers, swiping the head of one of them. With a crackle of electricity, the head bounces along the steps to land in front of Loki.

“Fake. Mindless androids. It never stops.” Sylvie throws the head down angrily.

“Then who created the TVA?” Loki asks.

“I thought this was it.” The two of them appear to be having some kind of moment, so you look away. Only to be grabbed by a guard who’s regained consciousness. As you push him away you notice Renslayer advancing towards Loki. You cry out his name in warning but it’s too late. Loki disappears in a fizzle of sparks. Sylvie charges at Renslayer, seizing her baton and pushing her against the steps. You stand at Sylvie’s side with your baton raised.

“Do it.” Renslayer goads.

“No.” You say.

“You’re going to tell us everything.”

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The Taste of Sweet Silk on Your Lips; Chapter 11 BTS

NOTE: This post will discuss plot points from Chapter 11 my Ao3 fanfiction, The Taste of Sweet Silk on Your Lips. Please refrain from reading further if you'd like to avoid spoilers!

This chapter, if I'm not mistaken, is my longest chapter yet. Woah.

I've almost completely strayed from my original outline. Almost. For the past couple of chapters my outline didn't reasonate with the final result at all, but I think I'm starting to get back on track.

The BDSM chapters are always the most difficult. There's a lot of terminology that can come into play rather quickly, not to mention the struggle to keep things consistent and clear. (Where are Mikasa's hands? How do I describe that? How do I phrase this differently than the last three paragraphs I wrote? Okay, hold on, what's a synonym for—)

Long story short, it's a handful. But when I'm done writing the chapter, when I can finally delete "DRAFT" from the title of my chapter page, it's a feeling I don't feel to often.

I feel proud of myself. And that's an amazing thing :D

But along with BDSM chapters comes references!

Now, my original plan was to actually watch live BDSM performances online. I watched a very solid handful before I started writing this fic, and I learned quite a lot, but in the end..

I'm a procrastinator, okay?

My schoolwork was starting to pile up. I was failing multiple classes (I'm only failing one now, yay for me!), and what does my brain do when there's actual work to be done? Not that. Anything but that.

Now, writing my fic isn't work. I LOVE writing this fic. But typing out extensive cartography notes and typing out prolonged sexual tension can start to get grouped together, and before I knew it—

A week had passed since my last update. That's always when I start to get anxious.

So, instead of taking this slow and watching low-quality footage of shibari clubs in russia, it was just me— my brain— and a very aggressive google searching session.

In the end, I'm still very happy with how things went.

The issue arose initially when I just.. couldn't find the right references. I had the picture in my head of what was going on, but I still needed a picture to look at so that my descriptions wouldn't become to vague and absurd.

Let's start off easy, Mikasa's lingerie.

I had a lot of options when deciding what Mikasa should wear. Something risque, of course, but nothing too revealing. It was a tough decision, but I think this picture does my vision justice! Aside from the shoes. Mikasa is a little too powerful in heels like that.

The next order of business was getting references for the bondage rigging.

The spreader bar was easy. Legs spread, bar in the middle, you're good to go!

Next up was the harness. I had a couple of other options I was debating when deciding on what type of harness I wanted on Mikasa. I originally went with something more dainty, with thinner rope and smaller knots— but once I decided on suspension-esqe rigging near the end of the performance, it only made sense for the harness to be more secure.

As for the arms.. that was the most difficult part of this chapter. Finding a reference, writing it out— when I go back to make minor revisions on the fic (grammatical errors)— it's going to be very hard to stop myself from rewriting that portion of the chapter.

The sheer joy that raced through me when I found this image is unmatched. I had scoured the internet looking for a clean, clear reference for what I wanted. After rephrasing my google search multiple times (shibari arm rigging, arms behind head, arms behind head shibari, etc.)— and praying I wouldn't have to use a p 0rn screenshot as reference, I found this image.

This is precisely what I was going for with her arms. Mikasa is a very fit woman, and I don't doubt that she wouldn't have a problem getting her arms behind herself like this.

In my mind when I pictured Mikasa bent at the hip, legs spread wide, arms lifted upwards behind her— this is precisely the position I envisioned her arms in. I used that reference when describing the actual rigging for the arms as well.

But enough about all the k!nky stuff! This chapter was a lot more sentimental than originally planned.

I'm consistently at odds with myself when writing these chapters, trying to give them the smut I intended while also making their relationship believable.

I ship these two insanely hard, but their dynamic is a really tough one to pinpoint and make work.

They're both very cold and shut off from people in day to day life, so for their relationship to work— they need to be forced together, and they have to be in a situation where their stubbornness pulls them closer rather than pries them apart.

With all of that to keep in mind, bringing in some fluffy aspects is crucial. It makes their connection make more sense. After all, neither one of this girl's is doing random hookups. Not often, anyway.

The fluff ended up coming organically. Even if their performance this chapter was still just a performance and not an actual BDSM scene, aftercare still comes into play.

Hitch and Annie had a far different dynamic because they were friends. They were friends, and experienced in the BDSM scene. They're able to perform without getting emotionally invested— because they don't love each other romantically. There's not this same intimate connection.

As for Mikasa and Annie, it's completely different. Annie loves Mikasa to the point that she's risking quite a lot to keep the girl in her life. Mikasa is new to the scene, but she's enthralled by the idea of letting down her guard and letting someone else pull the reigns for once.

They compliment each other in an intimate, romantic, and s3xual way. The performance itself and the aftermath should reflect that.

So, it does! I found myself smiling quite a bit at the end of the chapter. I really do love these two.

The next chapter will include full fledged smut, thank goodness. I'm both nervous and excited to start writing the chapter. But, for now, I'm probably gonna get some rest.

Thank you all so much for your support. I wouldn't still be writing this fic if I didn't know that there were people out there who enjoyed my work. It makes me smile even when I'm struggling :) I hope to see you all again when I post the next chapter. Thanks so much!!

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