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[numbfandom]

Ashton is… the epitome of someone who thought they would’ve died by now.

They don’t hesitate to make sacrifices; their self-worth is at an all time low. He has a hard time describing how he’s feeling, because he thinks no one in the Hells understands him, especially after this shard debacle and losing the trust of his group.

The Nobodies left him behind. The Hells are adamant that they wouldn’t, but how many times has Ashton heard that? From the Hishari, from the Nobodies…

So he feels like he has nothing to lose.

[beedreamscape]

(I'm in some stage of dnd grief, I need to put this into words, sorry) (SPOILERS e93)

Ha, remember when we thought Bells Hells and Crown Keepers were going to meet... something tells me they were never going to. And not just because of table capacity alone or even DM juggling.

Not to sound like a conspiracy theorist, it's how it had to play out without having a super deep meaning behind, but I don't think she was being cruel for the sake of it. Aabria had an objective and it was to break the party apart. Either in plot or real-life scheduling or public reception, they couldn't continue existing.

There's also a big overlap now with Dariax, Deni$e, and Deanna (I swear, how is this not a bit...) existing in the same universe where we need either DMs and we got Opal.

Sometimes I gotta remember these beats are not accidental, they weren't summoned randomly and these aren't unplanned games. I believe what happens in-game is her doing, she's just given a point A and point B and how she makes it there is her and the players' job to figure out.

And knowing the players she has and the very limited time they were given to tie this up, she couldn't allow dicking around or skirting past the consequences of their choices and they've been pretty big choices.

Like Calamity, there was an ending we needed to reach - Dorian was going back to BH and going back alone - we just happened to trail the most tragic path possible there.

[honouredsatoru]

Mine, said They.

— author's note. finally got the courage to write something for yan!satosugu because @nkogneatho hyped me up and i just wanted to give something for disappearing for over a year. not proofread as usual (atp. "not proofread as usual" finna be the way yall recognize my work.) art cr. iku_ju on twt

— warnings. nsfw under "keep reading" tab. yanderes. body worship, dubcon if you squint hard enough. implied subtle psychological break and captivity.

— characters. geto suguru, gojo satoru

— taglist. @noritoshiikamo @sassooda @afortoru @booksweet @laudthingcat @lazy10ieiri @ekaterinatepes @tojisi @tohokuu @peachsayshi @shadowarchon @dearestgojo @starlitheaven @tojisveryown @sixeyesgojo

yandere gojo and yandere geto who

— loves you so so much. who worships the grounds that touches your feet. no. you do not walk for the earth. the earth is for YOU to walk on.

— loves the shape of your body, their lips never leaving your skin. they praise you so much, from the way your hair shapes your face structure to the way that anklet of yours compliments your skin tone. whenever you let them know of your insecurities, they'd pull you into a tight hug and filled you with nothing but words of reassurance.

"our sweet, beauteous doll! your body is what inspired those in ancient greek and rome to carves their marbles out of. your body is what resembles warmth, love, and what strength is. it is what helped you survive, so don't let those tainted thoughts get to you." said they.

— who gets worried sick when you fall sick, making sure your body doesn't get too hot or gets too cold, making sure that you take your medicines and meals on time, checking up on you whenever you are resting. space? what is that? what if something bad happens to you if they leave your side even for a split second?

— convinced you that staying at home is much better, that you have them to do all the tasks you need. that a gentle angel like you don't need the sun to ruin your skin, you don't need the harsh air to ruin your hair, making it rough. no. their doll mustn't be tainted.

— laughs at your antics when you sulk because you miss the outdoor breeze, the shady skies and the warm sun. okay. maybe once a month would do. there's no harm to that, right?

— adorned their doll with a rose gold necklace set with their birthstones as its pendant, two rings connected your birthstone attached on it, a pair of rose gold earrings, custom made with white pearls. only the best for their darling.

— who fantasizes about you getting pregnant. the thought of your belly swollen as the months pass by, the way you'll whine, cling and depend on them. they fantasized kissing your belly, their fingers tracing hearts over the stretch marks that formed onto your skin, they fantasized you going to lamaze classes, with them taking turns to go with you. oh their darling.

— convinces you that if it wasn't for them, how could you ever learn what love is? you never received attention or any sort of affection growing up so let them warm your heart out with their love. your family? they're your family now. your friends? you've got two best friends. just surrender to them.

NSFW

yandere gojo and yandere geto who

— has a sadistic streak to them. cocks, lube, vibrators, dildos, soft pink hand cuffs, ball gags, whipped cream, ice cubes, honey, chocolate syrup, whips, melted candle wax, neck ties and ropes, whips, all of that to see just how well your body responds to their method of loving you.

— coerced you into filming your sinful deeds knowing you've a fear of being filmed but hey, nobody's gonna watch them, well... it's just for their eyes. so don't you let your pretty little head worry too much, m'kay?

— licked your tear stained cheeks as you cried, begging for them to stop when it gets too much for you. your chest is filled with bite and love marks, your thighs are shaking too hard for you that it's going to not make you walk straight for the new few days, your cheeks slightly red because they like to slap you and tug your hair when you're being an absolute brat.

yandere geto who

— fucked you stupid while gojo watches, panting salaciously as he admires the view of his bestfriend's cock penetrating that tight, abused hole of yours while you're restrained with an adult door swing.

"god, she looks divine when she can't go nowhere." gojo whispers to himself, with geto's eyes rolling up in pleasure, cursing under his breath about how tight you are, just how well you're taking him in. your thighs and wrists will be slightly bruised but... it's worth it, no?

all writing belongs to honouredsatoru.

reblogs and interactions are appreciated. ♡

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 7

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

If I see this necklace on Charles later, *dragging finger across throat*

There is a barrier between y'all, so I'm hoping one of you has decided to come to your senses and tell the truth to Alan and Babe. Jeffrey is seeing accidents, so Jeffrey, hopefully you are seeing the light of truth too and will confess to Alan!

I like you, Way. I like you too much knowing damn well that you are lying, but you don't seem as red as before. It looks a little hot pink-ish now. Maybe because you're sad that Babe doesn't love you.

Get hit with the blinding light of love for this Blue Boy sitting next to you who has apparently been in love with you for years according to that pink from the last episode.

Peter, I TRUST YOU! Don't do me like this! This is pink, right? RIGHT? It's pink. You're in love with Waymond, and this is pink, not red. Pink.

I'm ignoring the Gucci red watchband because the way Peter is looking at Waymond and the fact that he put blue on Waymond is all I need to know that Peter sits at the same table with Kimberly, Kenta, and Alan as the people I trust.

How long have you been in love with him, Pete? The pink already snitched on you. Just tell me! Or did you leave it on the note? That'd be too easy. But that note better have said "Hey, I just 'met' you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?" I ship it!

Kimberly! You've been a lot less red lately. The blues are gonna need a driver soon if Jeffrey's vision is right. You should apply!

KENTA IS RIGHT THERE, KIMBERLY! Lose focus and have a consensual workplace relationship.

Wait a minute? It's Decanus and . . . there's only one man who consistently wears black, but I refuse to believe that he would meet with Decanus. No. That's another man in black. I cannot see the faces clearly, so I will not accuse *sobs* Kenta.

These two are best friends. I can tell.

AHHHH! Charles is meeting with Big Red, yet he is wearing blue! Is he being kidnapped? No. He just walked away. But now he is surrounded by blue. Charles!!!!! I know you are lying, but the blue is saying . . . something! But Big Red is listening.

Oh thank, God! Way is turning over a new leaf and committing to being a blue boy. Good.

No. NO! Barbara, I know you are upset at Charles for lying (which your super spidey senses should have alerted you about because the red was there), but why do you keep doing this to Way? He was committed to the blue! Pete likes him. Stop!

NO, WAYMOND, NO! JUST LET BABE BE SAD AND MISERABLE. DON'T DO IT!

Tell him to get his hands off of you, Barbie! That's how they keep getting you! Do not fall for his bullshit!

Is this story about Charlie?! OH SHIT! *telenovela fall to the floor*

I don't want you to get slapped, Kentana, but there is only one man who wears black consistently, and that's you. You ARE planning something with Decanus, aren't you?! Do. Not. Hurt. Barbie. I trust you!

Oh shit! Barbie is realizing it's the touches! I tried to warn you, homie. I did. I said, "Barbie, don't let them touch you!" Now, figure out that Waymond keeps touching you too. Don't get dickmatized again. I need you to stay focused! BARBIE, FOCUS! Waymond. Superpowers. Punch them!

Barbara, the dick is not that good for you to forgive him already! Barbara, I'm so mad at you right now. I'm only rooting for Kimberly and Alan now. You and Kentana are on my shit list.

Did the note from Peter ask for a date?! Waymond, horrible choice of red roses with a red ribbon for a date with Peter or . . . is this your villain era? No! This is a date with Peter! *dances happily*

I mean this from the depth of my soul - Whatever happens now, you're on your own, Barbara. You figured out what Charles was doing to you, and you are just cool with it? I know he, too, had a crappy childhood, but he did all that without your consent, and you're okay with it? The red is still there! He just took from you something you can't get back, without your consent. This is metaphorical, and I wish you, a fictional character, could see that.

Did Peter really not show up for y'alls date?! Did something happen to Pete?! WHERE IS HE?! Did Big Red kidnap him?! Wait, Peter can text but not show up for a date? I don't believe it.

I'm gonna break my own rule, and translate the text messages because I have no colors to guide me, and I'm very confused why Peter would not show up when he has been in love with Waymond for awhile. The colors don't lie. Peter would show up!

Google Translate: "Sorry, I just finished clearing things up with Charlie" Wait a minute. Charlie? Was Waymond texting Babe because he was sad Peter didn't show up for dinner? This still doesn't make sense.

Or . . . Waymond's at his and Babe's restaurant, and Babe said "sorry." It wasn't a date with Peter was it? This was a date with . . . oh, you have to be shitting me. PETER IS RIGHT THERE IN LOVE WITH YOU, PENDEJO!

I'm in no mood for North and Sonic's color shenanigans. I'm too pissed off to even yell at Sonic for wearing red over the blue. Whatever. Be a back-stabber too. No me importa.

WHAT THE FUCK?! NOT KIMBERLY!

If anything happens to Kimberly, I'm burning down this whole site! He's a good one! Kentana, you better get your shit together and save your man! If Kentana and Barbara save Kimberly, I'll take them off my shit list. Even Charles will get some leeway.

Whiny Winifred, why are you pointing a gun at . . . SONIC AND NORTH?! I know I wrote I didn't care about y'all earlier, but I do! Y'all can't die until I figure out what the deal is with y'alls colors!

Barbara is wearing the same outfit in the previews that he is wearing when he punches people in the hallway!

Mission: Save Kim Possible!

[syncoflove]

MINGI

Calm down Prince Mingi and watch your every single step.. the amount of roses that fell out of the basket 😭😭😭🧺

HES SO FINE HERE..

Cr. @.fervortt on X/Twitter

[kanmom51]

Seven JK MV a little sum up

cr./creators of media used in this post.

Who would have thought I'd be sitting here smiling while admitting just how wrong I was with my short analysis of the Seven teaser.

LMAO.

I did admit I was bullshitting though. You gotta give me that.

But man, was I wrong.

Yellow rose, glasses, wtf, chandelier on the old couple's table. Wth was I thinking of?

Let's sum up for a second what we had in the MV:

Doing laundry

check.

Making up in the rain - check.

Same ring and necklace during the rain scene - check .

During other scenes we have just the regular special necklace - check.

Necklace on in opening scene and train scene (hard to see but it's there), laundry scene, stretcher scene, high in the sky scene.

Basically, other then when he's dead, Monday thru Sunday he's got his special necklace on.

Titanic reference...

check.

Also, placement of hands a choice.

And the before and after are not to be ignored either.

JM inspired/mirroring photo shoot check.

Dance challenge outfit - muddy jeans, shirt with print on back that looks like butterfly wings (sue me), special necklace.

Dance challenge backup dancers - male. Period.

One of them Brian Puspos, who happens to be the choreographer of Serendipity, gulp.

Dance choreo also mirrored at points. Backup dancers at the beginning look like JM's serendipity choreo and JK also has moves like JM's from LC.

Boy in luv indeed.

Might come back with more. Still finding something new every time I watch the MV. And I'm watching it A LOT.

Also, GMA starting shortly, can't wait for whatever JK and JM have install for us.

[ankh-morporkianpostalworker]

The Rise of Dimension 20: The Changing Face of Roleplay

I remember when I first heard about Dimension 20 in 2019. I had subscribed to Dropout to watch Um, Actually and I saw D20 being pushed on the platform. I sat down and watched the first episode, then the second. In two days I had finished the first season.

I had never seen anything like it. I had tried NADDPOD and CR and bounced off both (I'd eventually fall head over heels for the former, and gain a solid respect for the latter), but I fell in love with the Bad Kids, the Intrepid Heroes, the world of Elmville, and the style of Brennan Lee Mulligan.

Later, I would learn that the first season of Fantasy High was seen by most in the community as a sort of novelty, the last death-rattle of a dying company. It was cool and new, sure, but it was also a flash in the pan.

Escape From the Bloodkeep proved the naysayers wrong. It proved that Brennan was as much the source of the fun as the Intrepid Heroes, and it showed us something that set him apart from the pack - Brennan was constantly pushing himself to be better. Out of the starting gate, he proved a technical proficiency on par with Matt Mercer, the reigning king, but for Brennan, that wasn't enough. He wasn't facing off with Matt, he was facing off with himself, and he needed to be better.

The Unsleeping City continued this trend. It was another setting the DND actual play community wasn't used to - the real world. The characters were fresh, new, more nuanced than the children they played in Fantasy High. They were up to the challenge, with the same drive as Brennan. Brennan and Ally redefined how the Wild Magic Sorcerer was played, Lou Wilson brought an abandoned Unearthed Arcana to the forefront, and the pair played, perhaps, their best roles to date.

Tiny Heist showed that Brennan could bend 5e to be something it wasn't meant to be - a heist simulator.

Then came A Crown of Candy. Some hold this season to be Brennan's magnum opus and the best performances the Intrepid Heroes have ever given. The combat was quick, dirty, tactical, the characters textured and nuanced. Our heroes had to get out of impossible situations, both in roleplay and combat. Death was a very real possibility. And this season was what sealed Brennan as a real rival for Matt, and was when "I only have Dropout for D20" stopped being a joke and started being a reality. Brennan had hit his stride.

The sidequests and seasons two from this point don't really prove my point, but they're good. Brennan didn't do a couple of them, though.

Then we get to Starstruck. Set in a world his mother had created, it obviously meant a lot to Brennan, and so he strived to outdo everything he'd done up to this point. It was funnier, more moving, the combat more tactical than anything he'd done before. He included space combat, and the cast once again rose to the occasion, portraying those cast out and cast aside by the corporatocracy that was the Starstruck universe, forming a touching bond. It was as if he had peaked.

And then came Neverafter, and with that, Brennan became king. It was horrific, scary, brutal. Combat wasn't fun or interesting, it was intense and nail-biting. The party dropped in their first combat encounter. Children were brutally murdered. They were up against eldritch horrors in perverse retellings of fairy tales. The humor was there, sure, but it was twisted, dark, more about relieving stress than being funny. And again, the cast excelled.

And all because Brennan wasn't trying to outdo Matt or Griffin or Brian, but himself. Each season, he wanted to be better than he had ever been before, pushing his technical abilities, his storytelling abilities, to the max. And the world of actual play shows improved as well. Matt stepped up his game, as did the other big dogs. Brennan redefined the game.

Or I could just be a massive fanboy who's reading way too far into things. Either/or.

[kodared]

☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

The battle.

Chapter 13/?

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You watched with wide eyes and staggered breathing as Wally slowly stood on his shaky feet, no doubt still feeling the aftershocks of Howdys punch. Since when was Howdy that strong?

You looked up at Howdy, who still had a hand on your back and another on your shoulder as if he was sheltering you from Wally. His concerned eyes glancing down at you,

���Y/N Are you alright? What happened?” 

Your body still felt tingly and light as a feather, but with all things considered you felt fine. You most definitely could feel worse at the moment. 

You gave Howdy a nod before speaking, 

“Im...I'm fine. Home has control of Wally. We need to help him, and the others.” 

 You turned to look at the others who were standing in front of the stage. Frank, Poppy, Julie, and Eddie all looked concerned, Whether for you or Wally you couldn't tell. 

Howdy looked concerned and only moved to hold you closer to him, the hand on your shoulder giving you brief comfort. Your legs shook as you stood and he could tell you were still weak from the threads removed from your system. 

As you looked back at Home you could see Sally behind him, she was still suspended on the moon prop that now swung gently side to side. The gentle mental creaking made her hands grab onto the sides of the moon tightly as her chest rose and fell frantically. Her panic was evident now that Home no longer had control. 

          You weakly tried to move closer to Sally, despite Home standing in the way. 

As your legs shook and you tried to move closer to Sally, you couldn’t help but wonder where Barnaby was, seeing as he was the only missing neighbor. 

Of course, you wouldn't have to worry for long, because just as Wally moved to raise his hand and command more threads to tangle you from the ceiling, You saw the large dog barreling towards him. 

Before you could stop him, you watched as the giant dog wrapped his arms around Wally. Pinning his hands to his sides, successfully stopping him from commanding more threads. 

Barnabys' arms held Wally still as small amounts of stuffing fell from his injured arm. You couldn't help but wince at the sight, part of you felt bad that you hurt Wally. 

You quickly reminded yourself this wasn't Wally anymore. It was Home. And he was the whole reason you were caught in this mess to begin with. 

“..Home.” 

Home looked up at you. His face originally focused on the floor as he struggled in Barnabys' grip,

He looked pissed. 

“I want to go Home. I want no part in your fantasy world.”

You briefly saw Barnaby and Sally wince at your cuss, which again you may have found funny if not for the situation you were in. 

You also couldn't help but notice how Howdys breath hitched at your insult to his neighborhood. To your shock he didn't seem to mind the cuss, you didn't look at him regardless. 

Barnaby looked down at Home and seemed to be moving to speak in an attempt to calm him…

Before he could speak you watched in horror as threads shot from the ceiling, you lunged forward and tried to move him out of the way with a shout.

The threads landed straight into Barnabys' head. 

The theatre stood in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the shocked gasping of Barnaby before he fell over with a loud thump. Even the creaking of the moon Sally sat atop of stopped. 

“...Now look what you made me do.” 

Howdy pulled you closer to himself as you saw more threads hanging tauntingly from the support beams in the ceiling. 

“None of this had to happen. You could have come willingly. It's a shame to see one of my most prized projects fail.. Y’know?”

Despite Howdys' hushed warnings that came to your ears, you took a step forward. Your hand gently pushed Howdys hand off of your shoulder as you took a shaky step forward. 

“What… What do you mean.” 

Home chuckled and stepped forward, his shoes clicked against the hardwood. Making your skin crawl with anticipation of his next move. 

“You weren't supposed to be sentient when you arrived. I have put so much effort into bringing you here. To Saving You.” 

It felt as if you and Home were the only two in the theatre. Your eyes buzzed and your ears rang as you quickly felt faint. You were sick of being left in the dark of your own life, you hated this game of Cat and Mouse you found yourself in. 

So you would put a stop to it. 

“...And you have spent all this time trying to get me under your control to ‘save’ me, I would probably be flattered if that wasn't so creepy. Why do you really want me here, Home.” 

You were so tired of being scared of Home. You needed answers, and in your mind, you held the upper hand with the other neighbors now on your side. 

You tried ignoring the way your skin crawled as you heard the threads on the support beams slither down closer to you with an unnerving squelch. As if they were coated with something. 

Home stood silent and unmoving for what seemed to be an eternity before you finally saw him take a step closer to you. If you reached your arm out and lunged just a tad closer, you could hit him. 

“I'm here to save you of course, just as i did the others.” 

“Save us?..” 

Homes smile only grew wider as he stood stiff, like a tiger ready to pounce. 

You didn't let him scare you. 

“Answer my question Home.” 

Home almost looked shocked at your advances, he was used to the easy-to-manipulate mind you once had. 

You've learned to toughen up. 

You expected Home to make another snide remark, however, all that hit your ears was silence. Your ears had even begun to ring as you focused intently on your surroundings.

Somehow you didn't notice the threads reaching for your arms before it was too late. You heard the sickening sound of them slithering and striking as you held your arms up in alarm and a weak attempt to shield yourself. 

You felt no impact.

…And as you looked up, you didn't expect to see Howdy using all of his four arms to hold them away from you. The threads squirmed in his felt hands, desperately searching for something to cling to as they wrapped around his fingers and slowly infected him. 

Your ears rang as you desperately focused on Howdy, listening closer and picking up what Howdy was saying as adrenaline pumped through your veins. 

“..Y/N..! Get..Awa.. Go!.. Get the others and Go!..” 

You looked into Howdys eyes and saw desperate panic, guilt flooded your system. 

None of this would have happened if you just never entered the warehouse, no one would have to fight for you. 

You turned on your heel to run off the stage, before seeing the horrified looks of everyone watching the action happen. 

Suddenly all guilt left your system as you quickly realized that if you never came here, they would still be living in fear of Home. 

…And if you left now you would be damning them to the same fate. Nothing would change. 

So with a sudden burst of determination, you pivoted and made a beeline for Home. You yelled quickly to the others, 

“Get out of here!.. I'll deal with Home!...” 

You briefly turned to Howdy, who was still struggling with holding the threads at bay, 

“I'll make sure you get out safe Howdy. Please hold on,” 

You may have just been imagining things, but you swore you saw Howdy briefly smile before going back to struggling with the threads. You turned back to Home who stood with the same smile he always had plastered on his face. 

You quickly assessed the surroundings. You saw Barnaby still passed out behind Home, and Sally sitting idly atop the Moon that hung from loose support beams, it creaked every time she shifted. 

You had an idea. 

Your body was pumped full of adrenaline, making your hearing and senses heightened as you heard the others run out of the theatre. It provided you with a little consolation knowing they were safe as you ran and moved to rush Home. 

You by no means knew much about fighting, but you did know one thing, and that was Home was small since he was inhabiting Wallys' body. 

An apology briefly crossed your mind to Wally as you saw Homes eyes flash with shock as your shoes squeaked to a sharp halt in front of him, before kicking him. 

It sent him flying to the left wing of the stage. Giving you enough time to focus on freeing Sally. 

Your eyes quickly scanned the Right wing of the stage, and to your relief, you could see a very tall ladder, it was almost the perfect height of the moon Sally sat atop of.

You quickly rushed towards it, tripping over your own feet as you practically fell on top of it while desperately dragging it. It scraped against the wooden floors with a sickening squeal. The varnish is most definitely being ruined in its wake. 

You’d apologize to Sally later for wrecking her stage. 

You were able to drag it almost halfway before feeling your back hit something tall and fuzzy. Turning around you could see Barnaby. 

Brief relief flooded your system before you felt his large fuzzy arms wrapping around your arms and torso in a tight grip. Making you drop the ladder and squirm in his grip as you tried to crane your neck to look up at him. 

His expression was blank, and you could see threads reaching from the ceiling into his head and neck. 

As you continued to fight Barnaby as he held you, your ears could hear Home from the other end of the stage walking towards the both of you. His shoes clicked against the ground as he took labored steps. 

Looking towards the ground you could see the scissors that were once impaled into Wallys' arm resting nearby. If you could break free from Barnabys' grip, you may just be able to reach them. 

Making a desperate decision, you hunched over in his grip and moved your head to his arm, wasting no time as you bit into his plush arm. Hard.

You could feel your teeth pierce through his fabric arm, and you physically had to hold back a gag from the sheer sensory of it. Once Barnaby yelped and pulled his arm away, you kicked your legs back to push away from him. Successfully breaking free and making a run for the scissors. 

The cold metal of the metal scissors gave you momentary relief and satisfaction as you turned around and saw Barnaby walking towards you again. Without any hesitation, you lunged for him with the scissors. 

You jumped as far as you could and just barely were able to grab onto his shoulder as you heard him try to speak in confusion while he tried to grab you and pull you into his arms. 

Thankfully you were able to reach the threads just in time to snip them and free Barnaby.

Much to Homes's dismay of course. 

“Why can't you just Accept my Help!..”

Barnabys' legs went weak as he was freed from the threads, he blinked a few times before lifting you off of him with ease. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you quickly barked orders at him. You needed to free Sally and Howdy to get the hell out of here. 

“Barnaby. Get the ladder and get Sally down. I'll distract Home” 

You whispered the last part, hoping Home didn't hear as Barnaby nodded and quickly stood and ran towards where the ladder was last abandoned.

With Barnaby now focused on saving Sally, you focused your attention on Home. Who now stood across the stage holding his injured arm that still had stuffing leaking from it. His steps turn into limps, clearly from when you kicked him. 

You couldn't help but feel the slightest amount of empathy for Home. Maybe he was just really trying to help. 

As you glanced over at Howdy you saw he still stood struggling with threads now wrapping around his multiple arms. His green-felt skin was now blackened from what you could only assume was the ink that dripped from the threads. 

You made up your mind quickly that Home didnt deserve your sympathy. You gave him more than enough chances to explain himself and prove he was doing the right thing. 

You looked back to Home as you saw him standing, no longer moving towards you. 

“Why did you have to make things difficult? Why couldn't you accept my help.”

You were exasperated and tired at Homes adamant preaching for you to accept his ‘help’. 

“Because i dont need your help.” 

You took a few steps closer to Home. Your hands still firmly gripping the metal scissors, and as you saw Home lift a hand to command more threads toward you, you were quick to snip them.

“Im not weak Home. Im not hurting, and i especially don't need you helping me. If anything you seem to need the most help out of everyone here.” 

You could hear Barnaby setting up the ladder to free Sally as you continued to close the distance between you and Home. You didn't know what you would do once you reached him, but you knew it was your turn to have the power in this situation. 

“I mean, I'm not the one who possessed my so-called friend. I'm also not the one who would lock him up in his own Home.” 

The memory of Wally looking at you from his own window before it slammed shut still made you feel chills. Homes' treatment of Wally was unjust. Home especially had no right to talk about helping people. 

Home steadily backed away from you before he tripped over a small cord used to power a few strings of lights. If only for a moment he looked panicked. 

“I was helping him!.. You don't have the full story. And you never will!.. You were never meant to remember.. I thought I..!-” 

You stopped in front of him, twirling the scissors in your hand. 

“You thought what?.. That you could mind control me and dress me like your own little doll?..” 

You felt your emotions bubbling over, and as you looked down at the pants that were given to you the day prior, you felt enraged. You hated how they matched Wallys. 

…But you also remember how Wally had tried to help you. He genuinely wanted to offer you advice, and also sat with you in Howdys bathroom while he explained what he could. 

None of this was Wallys' fault. 

As you looked at Wallys' arm that still leaked small amounts of stuffing, you knew you had to be more gentle with Wally. He may be possessed by Home but it was still Wallys' body. 

You opened your mouth to speak again, hoping to convince Home to let Wally be free before you watch Home let out a blood-curdling scream. 

His body trembled as it curled in on itself, and you didn't have to wonder what happened for long as you saw a bright illumination of something hot reflecting off of a nearby wall. 

Turning around you saw Howdy, he had somehow freed one of his hands from the threads long enough to light one on fire. To your horror you watched as the flames spread to the roof, quickly igniting the other strings like gasoline.

The ceiling almost immediately exploded in flames. A chain reaction from the sheer amount of ink that had dripped from the various strings.

You coughed as the smoke quickly filtered down, in a panic you turned to look at Home, only to see his eyes closed and his body no longer moving. 

Quickly dropping to your knees you put a hand to Wallys' chest, feeling the slight rise and fall of his torso, you let out a stuttery sigh of relief as you threw him over your shoulder and looked at Howdy. 

“Howdy!... We gotta go!..” 

You glanced to where Sally once was and felt instant relief flood your system as you saw she was no longer there, you assumed she got out with Barnaby. 

Rushing over to Howdy as quick as you could with Wally unconscious on your shoulder, you snipped the remaining threads that were wrapped around his hands and arms before they too could light on fire. 

You didn't even want to begin to think about what would have happened to Howdy if you were even a second too late. Felt and fire never were a good combination. 

But of course, neither did skin. 

As the threads you snipped ignited and fell, you felt the searing pain of them falling on your arms. You were still coughing as you flinched and recoiled your arm, a small yelp just barely coming through your mouth past your coughing fit. 

It was loud enough for Howdy to spring into action and grab Wally from your shoulder with his upper hands and pick you up with his lower.

Wally was slung over Howdys shoulder while you desperately clung to Howdy. The world around you felt foggy, and as you opened your eyes you could see just how much smoke had culminated in the building. 

Surprisingly Howdy wasn't struggling with the smoke, you supposed it was just another difference between humans and puppets. 

You decided to place your trust in Howdy as your head fell on his shoulder, you were tired and felt like death. 

Your lungs burned as you heard the door to Sallys' house slam open, the cold breeze that met your skin as you made it outside felt like a blanket.

Surely it wouldn't hurt if you took a quick nap. 

As you fell asleep you swore you could hear Howdys voice…

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UGH FINALLY I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER writers block hit me like a BUS but i finally got a consistent schedule back to get this chapter out!

Hope you all enjoyed!!! Next chapter will be out soon too i promise! i swear no more month long breaks lol

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...maybe if you strain your ears hard enough you can hear what Howdy said, teehee points up at the chapter again (secrets secrets...)

[vsenyatargaryen]

Princess of Mine

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female Reader

warnings; fluff, forbidden romance

Rhaenyra smiled, lost in the eyes of her newborn as she cradled him in her arms. A few days had passed since the birth and she was enjoying this momentary peace with her son. Despite everything that went on behind these castle walls, the love she had for her children was unyielding.

A knock on the door pulled her attention away, a momentary dread passing over her. No doubt the queen wanted to see her again, or had some request to belittle her.

“Come,” she called out.

Her dread soon faded when you walked in, a vase of roses in your hands and a loving smile on your face.

“I brought you a gift, Princess.”

Rhaenyra’s face softened. There was little comfort to be found in her home these days, but she always found it with you.

A bond had grown quickly when you first came to kings landing as a lady in waiting to the Princess, that bond growing stronger over the years. Growing into something more.

You were drawn in by her confidence and beauty, her strong will not to follow all the normal expectations. You could picture her as a ruler, as a queen. It was hard not to fall in love with her. Even though it was a secret you had to keep between you, it was something you both treasured.

“That is very kind,” Rhaenyra said as you placed the vase on the table, neatly arranging the flowers.

Once you were finished, you turned to look at her with a smirk, “Just don’t let the gardeners know I stole them.”

Rhaenyra shook her head with a laugh and Joffrey stirred gently in her arms. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the Princess with her son, the motherly love that radiated from her just made your heart feel full.

“Sit with me,” she patted beside her and you were happy to oblige.

“He is beautiful, Princess.” You admired the baby who was peacefully sleeping, while Rhaenyra watched you with a soft gaze.

The future was uncertain, but there was nothing the Princess wouldn’t do for those she loved. That included you.

divider cr, straywords

[numbfandom]

Just realized how similar Orym going after Ashton (after he was controlled by the Willmaster) and Orym going after Laudna (when she was trying to take the sword from him) are.

[monstersdownthepath]

Herald of Milani: Courage Heart

CR 15

Chaotic Good Medium Outsider

Adventure Path: Reign of Winter: The Shackled Hut, pg. 84-85

The baby of the bunch among the Heralds, Courage Heart here also has the dubious honor of serving the youngest of the gods we've seen thus far, with Milani becoming a full-powered deity only a century ago with the death of Aroden, for whom she formerly served as a saint. Courage Heart is even younger, being only a few decades old, having perished as a mortal in the upheavals of Galt, only to have her soul rescued by Milani and transformed into a being of divine freedom. She is so young that she still has immediate mortal family, as in brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, parents... but she refuses to ever see them if she can help it, and has cast aside her past name in favor of her divine title so that no connections can be made between her and her family. Not out of shame, or pride, or hatred, but because Galt isn't a very nice place to live, and if anyone ever found out who her mortal family is, that's a weak point that could be exploited.

She still remembers being mortal and will sometimes return in the guise of one to avoid suspicion from fiendish onlookers, taking on the shape and abilities of a Ranger of 4th or higher level, staying only long enough to fulfill whatever mission she saw fit to accomplish before departing, never revealing her divine form or purpose until she's safely back in Elysium. She never stays long enough to form attachments and purposely hardens herself against any attempts to know her, not wishing to put any allies (or potential friends) through the grief of watching a beloved companion vanish without a trace. One must imagine it a terribly lonely existence, but at least she has the benefit of friends she's made in Elysium waiting for her between missions.

Despite her appearance preceding Inner Sea Gods by a full year, Courage Heart really benefits from the two-page spread she's afforded in the book. Compared to the rest of the Heralds who have their stats, art, and lore crammed onto single pages with no room to breathe or stretch, CH has a fully realized lore block, beautiful art, and a statblock that puts an enormous number of other Heralds to shame despite being younger and, thus, much less experienced than any of them. There's a few Heralds who punch above their weight class, and CH is one of them. Let's see just what that looks like...

Almost immediately, one's eyes are drawn to CH's weapon of choice: A +3 Anarchic Morningstar, a weapon a full +1 tougher than any other Herald's. Her attacks are both highly accurate (+29 to the first hit, +14 on the last) and powerful, dealing 1d8+11 damage (+2d6 vs Lawful targets) up to four times a round, or 2d8+11 once via Vital Strike if she can't make a Full-Attack... though if you stay out of her melee range, she may instead decide to swap to her even more intimidating ranged option.

Oh yes, from a distance, her silly little rose may not seem all that impressive as a weapon, but anyone who knows anything about Milani knows just how dangerous a rose can be in the hands of her believers (that link to her article above? scroll down a bit until you read what she does to Wall of Thorns). Indeed, CH's Bloody Rose is not just a token she can hand out, but a shockingly potent weapon: A +1 Anarchic Dart, meaning it deals 1d4+9 damage on a hit (+2d6 vs Lawful) and it can hit up to four times a round, as CH can conjure as many as she wishes as a free action. While seemingly less damaging and less accurate than her melee morningstar at first, she has two to back it up: Point-Blank Shot and Rapid Shot, the first adding +1 to attack and damage rolls vs nearby creatures, and the latter giving her an extra attack if she Full-Attacks with her dart... And ALL of her weapon attacks benefit from her Favored Enemy ability, to which she has +8 vs Lawful Outsiders, +6 vs Evil Outsiders, +4 vs Undead, and +2 vs Humans giving her even more damage than she first appears to have when opposing tyrants and fiends.

Her dart isn't her only ranged option, just the only one that can critically strike: she's also got both Chaos Hammer and Holy Smite at-will to deal a burst of damage to multiple Lawful or Evil targets... but her true power lays not in what she can do on her own, but what she adds to an ongoing rebellion. As servant to the goddess of uprisings, Courage Heart gives hope to the hopeless and bolsters them with the strength to fight back against their oppressors; allied soldiers will feel the most benefit from CH's presence, but even peasants and commoners will feel new strength welling up inside them.

CH's Rebellious Aura quite literally gives hope to the hopeless, granting every ally within 60ft a +4 to saves versus fear effects and a permanent, undispellable Good Hope effect, granting a +2 to every d20 roll and weapon damage roll they make until they're no longer in the aura. In addition, her spell-like abilities benefit others far more than they benefit her, as she can grant Darkvision out despite having it herself, Magic Vestments and Magic Weapon when she already has fully magical equipment, and Protection From Arrows when she's already got the Deflect Arrow feat. All of the mentioned spell-likes can be cast 3/day, and they're not nearly all she can do to aid an ongoing cause; if she can help it, no one will die in her care. She does have Cure Moderate Wounds 3/day, but that pales in comparison to her Martyr's Blood, granting her the power to lower her own Fast Healing 10 by 1 to grant Fast Healing 1 to an ally for an hour, meaning the target regains 600 HP over the course of that hour, one round at a time. There's no limit to how many times she can grant someone her blood, just that she's restricted to only marking 10 targets at a time (lowering her own healing to 0/round for an hour), basically allowing her allies infinite out-of-combat healing. If you can't kill someone under her protection, they'll be back on their feet at full health an hour later.

But a true uprising isn't built on defenses alone, her fellow freedom fighters must be ready to take up arms when needed. Not everyone in her makeshift militia will have proper weapons, but whatever they grab off the ground will serve as a fine weapon thanks to her 3/day Peasant Armaments, a spell unique to Milani followers which allows anyone nearby using an improvised weapon to A) do so without penalty, and B) treat them as their closest equivalent simple weapon. The spell amusingly states that even a butterknife or broken chair leg can be treated as a dagger and a club (respective) while under the effects of this spell, letting a group of peasants fight back against trained soldiers with planks torn from the ground, tree branches, silverware, and furniture. With Magic Vestments and Magic Weapon being handed out, even people in scavenged armor can have a better chance at surviving long enough to escape a tyrant's grasp. Anyone who cannot or will not fight can be shrouded by her 1/day Mass Invisibility to sneak around what cannot be fought.

Also, when I say 'handed out' in regards to her magic, I mean it literally. CH can't be everywhere at once, but she can freely use Imbue With Power to grant anyone she touches the ability to cast one of her 3/day spells, expending one of her uses but allowing the target to cast it themselves at a later time. She can hand out quite the lengthy list: Cure Moderate Wounds, Magic Weapon, Peasant Armaments, Protection From Arrows, Shield Other, and Status! With the power to divide the workload between herself and her allies, it leaves her hands free to go on the offense while other people 'holding' her magic for her can get it to the ones in need, removing any potential for her enemies to try and split her focus. About the only one she might want to keep for herself is Shield Other, as it allows her to take damage meant for a chosen champion, with that damage crashing into her long list of defenses: DR 10/Lawful, and 20 Resistance to Acid, Cold, Electricity, and Fire. With Fast Healing 10 ticking her up each round, she's an excellent Shield Other battery, and even beyond all this she STILL has more tricks!

She can use Tactician to grant all allies within 30ft of her the use of her Outflank, Lookout, and Swap Places feats for 11 rounds, giving them additional DPS, initiative, and maneuverability in a single action. All the while, her allies are benefiting from her long list of buffs, both active and passive. Were it not for the shackles of divine law requiring her to operate in secrecy, there's little doubt in my mind that Courage Heart would actually whip Galt into proper shape in a matter of weeks, if not days... were it not for some factors assuring that her homeland remains in its tumultuous state. But who's to say those factors wouldn't allow CH to shed her disguise and fight at full power? Perhaps, over the course of a specific module, the players see fit to call the Herald of Freedom back to her homeland to finally free it from the parasites that have been ruining it...?

You can read more about her here.

[inseasofgreen]

WORD FIND TAG

Thank you to @winterandwords, @mundanemoongirl and @sableglass for the tags! Going to put them under the cut for length

My words:

blink, watch, look, stare, change, love, power, smart, sting, chase, care, empty

Going to gently tag @drchenquill @revenantlore @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @phynewrites and open tag!

You words are:

blood, pride, slash, patience

POTO TAG LIST let me know if you want to be added! (consider you tagged as well if you like!)

@lord-fallen @inkingfireplace @rhikasa @leahnardo-da-veggie @satohqbanana @real-fragments

Blink:

“I, King Ilyos of House Altrium, bring forth Princess Sciosa. It is the gods’ will that I proclaim the Princess as my lawful heir. Upon my death, she will inherit all titles and lands bestowed on me by the late King Oris." He paused, and with the gentle touch of a father, set a crown upon her head. "It is with a king's pride that I grant you the title of Crown Princess of Ivaenia."

Ilyos offered his daughter a hand as she eased off the stool and stood. More graceful than she’d been the whole morning. She gave him a low curtsy, blinking away the moisture in her eyes.

Watch:

The earrings were well sized Nivarian sapphires in the shape of tear drop, their color magnificent. A mix of pink and orange, hardly any inclusion to the naked eye. The necklace was weaving of thick golden chains, with an even bigger sapphire as a pendant. Sciosa knew her gems, and knew he must’ve paid a vast sum for the set. Though money was often not an issue for her cousin. Ryon paved his own path in live, and as such a massed a large fortune. Sciosa admired him greatly for that.

“What a marvelous gift, My Princess.” The handmaiden set the comb down, patting the princesses shoulders. She began parting, twisting, and braiding the princess’s hair. Sciosa set still, watching the candle light dancing on the sapphires in her lap, she’d have to ask him where he came up on them.

Look:

“Why are you so upset?” Khara said, flinging her stupid, pretty curls over her shoulder. “Look the truth in the eye, little sister, and it can’t hurt you.” Xenari wanted to slap her sister.

No, she’s trying to help; the issue lies with Mummy.

With a sigh, she tucked her hands under her arms. Though smacking her sister was more acceptable than smacking her mother. Xenari wasn’t going to let herself become her parents.

Stare:

“A name, Ilyos,” the Zaentiraeal woman pleaded. Her violet eyes, puffy and bloodshot, staring at Zemorri in awe. “Daemys is gone, but the babe lives.”

The man, the King of Ivaenia, pressed a kiss to the pale woman’s brow. Soft coos came from the infant, bringing a warmth the bloodied, somber room lacked. The woman smiled down at the bundle of purple in her arms, swaying back and forth. Zemorri tried to wake up, to reach back to reality. But this was reality, as perhaps all his Hae’var dreams had been. He could not say what, or who, had brought him here, to such a sacred moment. But he knew why, and that terrified him.

“Be at peace, my love.” He laid her hand on to rest on the corpse’s chest and rose to his feet. As if some profound revelation was laid before him. “Sciosa, she wished for her to be named Sciosa.”

Change:

With that, he began his departure from the throne room. The members of the Court watched him, wary of his every move. I am on your side. Xorulth’s reign will come to an end. Is what he wished to say. To renounce this ridiculous war. And my reign will begin. He bit his tongue, even if the words did not come out. A dangerous thought, but one that no matter how hard he shoved away always crept up. And with it, a shit-eating grin.

The belief that the royal House Naezhaar had gone extinct was the Pretenders only claim to the throne. All heirs to the throne slain in battle. The babe that emerged from the tower after the war was won was not in the arms of the Queen. But of the young maid Zevetta. Mikath was thirty years her senior and had a heart of gold. The very notion of it hadn’t crossed anyone’s mind. But this was war, and war changed people. When pride and morals were tossed aside in favor of victory, no matter how bittersweet it tasted.

Love:

They were tangled together in an inn bed; it had been too long since she got to feel her sworn shield's embrace. He often visited her at night back at home. Traveling made it much harder to share a night together. They had finally made it to Dawn Crossing and away from all the escorts her father sent. It was quite ridiculous and excessive. But her father wouldn’t hear it. The men were to see the Princess to Zenier, as well as act as her household guard once they arrived. As if Gaelin would let anyone bring harm to her.

Daerion kissed just above her collarbone. The princess half-whined, half-laughed.

“You know my body too well.” She mused.

“I know how to get those delightful whimpers out of you.”

“You like to tease me.” She said, slinking her way off the bed.

“And you love it.” The Knight called after her. She grabbed a towel and cleaned herself. She prepared for bed, hoping he'd take the hint and resume his duties. Outside the homy room.

Power:

A clicking sounded from the White, expelling a sickly sweet smell. Indiss' breath ignited, engulfing the commander in flames. The green lunged for Zemorri, but was too late. Kha’hai and Eovor were on her at once. The former ripping at her throat, the latter digging his claws into her back. Blood and steam erupted from her as they took turns tearing her apart. Indiss joined in, finding his own toy boring. With a loud squelch, he ripped her head off, throwing it to where her rider lay dead.

"Zhareem forgive me," Zemorri whispered.

“Power comes with a price," Qhuirex murmured behind his brothers.

“I don’t want power, I want peace.”

Smart:

“You honor me, your grace.”

If you were a smart man, you’d kill me here and now. But you aren’t, old bastard, and neither am I.

“Go to Nivra, join your brothers in arms. I will send word if I have need of you.” The king said, sitting back upon his throne. Zemorri gave a low bow.

“I am at your command.”

Sting:

A blade kissed Zemorri’s cheek. Hissing, he swung his left blade low, rendering the man unbalanced. With a slash of his right blade, the Nivarian’s head went flying, blood gushing out of the body. More rushed him, but he kept up his rhythm. He could feel blood dripping down his neck, and a sting where the blade got him. His body ached, but he kept up. Indiss flew overhead, finished with those surrounding Ivemaar and Kha’hai. The smell came first, saccharine in nature. Fire rained down on the rest of the ambush. Relief flooded him; he sheathed both swords and took a breath.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Blue erupted from the field, barreling its way towards him. He ran like the hells towards where he thought he last saw his brothers and their mounts.

Of course! Why wouldn’t the bastards have caches hidden underneath? Nivra was probably littered with bottles of the blasted blue liquid by now.

The fire was on his back; he couldn’t outrun it. His legs gave out, unable to bear it anymore.

Fuck the King, Fuck Orahi, and Fuck Fate.

Zemorri anticipated his collision with the ground. To be engulfed by the stupid blue flames. Instead, a warmth embraced him, an oddly gentle warmth. Zemorri watched as the barren ground moved further away. Indiss’ shrills echoed in his ears along with the wind. He ran his hand along the white scales that held him firm, but not enough to hurt him. He saw the flashes of red and blue. They were safe. All six of them were safe.

Zemorri laughed, retched, then laughed some more.

Chase:

He chased the lamb down with wine. He looked up, spying Nazari studying him from across the table. He smiled at her; she was growing up too quickly for his liking. Every time he came home, she looked more like a lady than a maiden. She favored their mother as well, which was sure to anger Xenari more.

“Want to know a secret?” She flashed a mischievous smile in his direction.

“Why not?" Zemorri chuckled. Nazari was a chronic eavesdropper, something that ran in the family.

"It is said that Prince Zhevor will announce his betrothal to a Roshaiti princess." Narazi beamed, happy with her discovery.

Care:

The maid worked quick and efficient, taking care not to be too rough with the royal before her. Her ladies in waiting brought fourth her undergarments and the dress Ryon and Aeris helped her design. The royal seamstress had his final straw with the three young royals, so Ryon decided to hire someone more ‘better suited and with a deeper understanding of fashion.’ Though the dress it’s self had been a miniature scandal, gods was it worth it.

Empty:

“I will have your tongue, let it speak no more lies," Zemorri spat, fire consuming him. The crone looked him over, a sneer creeping up on her face. He felt as if an empty pit had opened below him and threatened to swallow him whole. Qhuirex was right; he should’ve burned her the moment they set eyes on her.

“Take it. There is little need for it now," she mocked. She knew him, and she knew him well. Provoking him to anger, setting him up to lash out in retaliation. She had used his tactics on him, and he fell into the web. He surveyed the men who now encircled them, each one falling to one knee before him.

[silveraurea]

The lion cub

cr: pinterest

Pairings: Lannister!OFC x Robb Stark , Lannister!OFC x Ned Stark

AU: Myrren Lannister, since her arrival in King’s Landing, has enchanted all around her, including prince Joffrey. Her elder sister Cersei, the queen, is threatened, and plots with their father Tywin to send her to the North.

TW: age gap; angst; enemies to lovers; death.

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Chapter 01

Vivid golden curls bounced around the rose garden. The lion cub was being chased by the golden stag, heir to the throne, and showed no fear. Joffrey Baratheon, in his twelve years, was but a babe, in mind, in spirit, in vigor. Yet, this babe had no shame in chasing his own aunt, craving for what could never be his. As long as she kept luring him, Myrren Lannister was safe. Or so she thought.

Fierce green eyes watched the play. The lioness had seen it since her little sister had arrived from Casterly Rock over a year ago. It was no mystery she was beautiful, but it was attracting unwanted eyes. Myrren had blinded Sir Jaime into giving her a sword of her own and teaching her how to use it in almost daily lessons. Cersei did not mind sharing him, after all she was his sister too, but she would never touch her precious prince.

All she had to do was whisper. To her husband, the king. To her father. Cersei wondered why she couldn’t foster anywhere else, she was reaching the age young lads preferred younger ladies, although her flushed full cheeks said otherwise. “King’s Landing has more opportunity, and we can use an extra pawn”, said Tywin. “What if we send her North?”, added Cersei, “A lion amongst the wolves. A pretty thought. Would she thrive?”. “Unlike you, the cub is tamed. She won’t dare to eat them. We could use a pair of eyes”.

Between the golden light of candles and the expressive laughter of a knight, a hand touched Myrren’s shoulder. “Little cub”, said Tywin to her ear, “pack your things. You are going to Winterfell in the morrow”.

Myrren turned at the same moment. “North? But why must I?”, the brows expressed her disgust, “Can’t you send the imp?”.

“Your brother Tyrion is also going”, he corrected her, “Put one of your embellished gowns, there will be a feast for Lady Catelyn’s nameday”.

“But, dear father, it’s so far away!”, she couldn’t keep to herself. The knight beside her, with chestnut hair and flower armor, asked where she was going, as they shared a cup. Myrren whispered to him, “North”, and Sir Loras laughed at the torture she must bear. Turned back to her father, “Why must I go?”, she paused, “Can’t I take Sir Loras to guard me?”, they shared a laugh.

“You are lucky I didn’t send you to foster there. Now hurry. It’s a month’s travel. Take your handmaid with you”.

Myrren sighed, nothing could ever change the mind of the great lion. She excused herself from the lords, unlashing a great “awe”, and smiled. “Fret not, I shall return”. Sir Loras kept her arm, “But you shall return to your sword lessons, m’lady?”. Myrren kissed his cheek, “Yes, I shall”.

“Imp, you take too long!”, screamed Myrren from inside the carriage.

Tyrion tied his trousers back and got away from the tree where he guarded territory, making sure none of the ladies had seen him piss. Perhaps if he didn’t ask to stop the carriage, he thought. Sat in front of his sister, closed the door, the carriage went on.

“My dear sister. If we were Targaryens, and Cersei was married to Jaime, would you be married to me?”.

“I’d much rather share Jaime”, Myrren replied, taking a sip from the wine bottle, “no offense”.

Tyrion received the bottle. “Your honesty, dear sister, is a remarkable trait. Thank your youth for it”, and had its final sip. “I wonder until when it will last. Do tell me when you commit your first lie. And have your bedding”.

“I will remember to. Although, for the bedding, you will most likely be a witness, as my brother”.

“Have you imagined, what sort of man will ever bed you?”.

“I always wanted a knight”, her eyes seemed to shine with desire, “a viril, strong, dashing knight”.

“Sir Loras, per instance?”, Tyrion laughed as Myrren threw a pillow at him. “He is not viril, you must know”.

“What could you possibly mean?!”.

Given her age, little cub was much more naïve than he thought. “Well. You will find out, in time. Maybe your dashing knight is waiting for you in the North”.

The wooden wheels passed through damp soil, as the carriage went on until a large stone castle appeared upon it. The air was cold, chilled Myrren to her bones. She didn’t ever want to stop for unnecessary things, such as getting her winter coat, and when Tyrion saw the castle, his sister was asleep.

“Little cub”, he woke her. “Fetch your fur. We have arrived”, announced Tyrion.

“Already?”, she mumbled, yawning.

“Yes, and”, his face seemed annoyed, as he checked the windows and saw the whole lot of Starks in line, “they are almost opening the door and expect us to get down to greet them, so please, little sister”.

“But, dear brother, they are the ones who came to greet us”.

In the same instant, the door was opened by a guard. “You first”, said Tyrion. Myrren grumped, nearly dragging the imp out, and delicately descended, forever careful not to dirty her hems with mud. There was a line of furs and brown hair, except for two gingers.

She bowed for the first two, an almost giant man with grey eyes and a scar on his brows, and a ginger woman. “Lord Stark, Lady Stark. Thank you for having me”.

“When Robert told me a Lannister was coming I thought it was one of his pricks”, said Lord Eddard Stark.

“Nonetheless, you came. I am glad”, said Lady Catelyn Stark.

Tyrion followed behind, and bowed.

“Lord Tyrion. We would never know the queen had a sister”.

“That’s Tywin’s most precious jewel, Lady Stark”.

“Come, child, let me introduce my children”, the ladies joined hands.

“Robb Stark”. Myrren offered her hand. A man took them, bowed slightly, and in his grey eyes she saw the fury of a snow storm, ready to unlash upon her. “At your service, my lady”.

Tyrion realizes his sister had stopped. “Your knight, little cub”, he teased, and she pinched his arm.

Lady Stark introduced her to Jon, then Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon, who all did courtesy to her. Myrren showed the proud smile of a lioness. “Lady Stark, your children have been well-raised. Especially the men”.

The ginger lady laughed nervously, as all laughed behind her. Lord Eddard laughed quietly, and pat his hands at Robb and John’s shoulders. “Indeed, my love, myself included”, he told Lady Catelyn.

“Now, dear sister, there is no need to hurry”, said Tyrion, grabbing her arm. “Ask her where is the wine”, he whispered.

“Let me show you to your rooms, so you have time to rest. Come along”, Lady Catelyn called the children inside, and took Myrren’s arm from Tyrion.

The green eyes wandered through the solid grey rocks, the fur hanging behind the dining table, the wooden furniture, all as austere as the cold weather beneath them. “Very different from King’s Landing, you may think. But these walls keep us strong, united, against the cold”, she paused. “Poor thing, you are freezing!”, Lady Catelyn said, after reaching her hands. “Sansa, go fetch some fur for Myrren”.

They climbed the stairs, Lady Catelyn careful to warm her hands at all times. Myrren was perplexed; she was but a stranger to that woman, adding to the treacherous reputation of her house, and yet she treated her better than her own children. As she was taken to her room, Myrren wondered if Lady Catelyn’s excessive kindness was a product of her sincere care or unhinged fear. Either way, it was proof that she loved her family deeply, perhaps more than herself. Myrren received the fur and looked at Sansa, a living mirror of Lady Stark, and wondered what would be like to live where true family love triumphed. “Thank you, Sansa, lady Stark”, she bowed, and waited for her handmaid inside.

[magical-mistakes-vm]

16

The meeting is over, but the conflict is just beginning...

"Who is she, really?" Balor asked when only he, Baldur, and Vollrath remained in the conference room. His eyes studied the two other powerful warlocks closely.  There was no missing she was more than just a novice witch that had been innocently in Vollrath’s office.  Something more was going on and Balor aimed to get to the bottom of it.  "Don't bullshit me, little brother. I touched her, she is no average witch, and your two best friends are twitchy as fuck.  You're barely containing yourself, and that isn't like you, Vol."  A smirk formed as he waited for one of the two in front of him to answer.

"Mahala Codona. Last night I caught her in the forest near my mansion preparing to summon her mother's spirit, but the spell she was going to use was not one she was prepared for.   Not to mention you can sense her strength of power, and she could see through double enchantment cloaking.  I thought it best to bring her under my protection.  She has had absolutely no training, and had no idea of her abilities." Vollrath left a ton out when speaking to his brother, and Baldur wasn't about to add anything.  Neither of them had any idea how Balor had learned of the meeting, and for the moment that meant they trusted him just barely more than an outsider.

"So she's nothing to you? Interesting and positive." Balor’s brow rose and his smirk grew.  He knew Vollrath better than that, and he was pressing buttons to see which would get his little brother to react first.   It had been decades since a Coven Council of Elders had been called to hand out such a punishment as the one they had tonight. For it to have been called now meant there was a reason for Vollrath not to have made the decision alone.  That reason meant one of the two in front of him had a vested interest in Ms. Codona.

"Should she be?" Vollrath’s head tipped and his eyes narrowed as he regarded his brother.  What was Balor getting at?  What did he know? Vollrath wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to give too much away till he did.

"What if it is not Vol she means something to?" Baldur was not about to watch the two Nachtnebel brothers spar, and have Mahala hurt again by neither of them considering the fallout.  Easier to just use a little subterfuge and get this conversation over quickly.  Balor was less likely to take him on than Vollrath, so there wasn’t much risk.    When Balor turned his attention to him, he met Balor’s gaze evenly, their blue eyes boring into one another.  There was no doubt the elder warlock was trying to ascertain if he was being honest. Baldur had no intention of flinching.

"Interesting." It was all Balor said but his mind was turning that video over and over in his head, scrutinizing every small detail.  There was still something wrong with the situation unfolding now in front of him.  Why hadn't she had on Baldur’s jacket when attacked?  It had been his brother’s, not something that Vollrath would have given out lightly. Any stray hair or attachment to him could be used against him.  Why had Vol cut him off in the healing, and Baldur let him?  Yes, Vollrath was the Master Warlock, but they were not so different in strength and ability for it to have made much of a difference. Why had they been trying to hide how badly she was hurt from Vollrath?  If it had been Baldur or Elmar that she meant something to, then they would have been more upset, although it was clear she did mean something to Baldur.  So, Baldur was covering for little brother, time to press a little harder and a slightly different button.

"Then Baldur, you will not mind if I see fully to her current healing, and personally do the initial set of enchantments and shielding?  Consider it a blessing from the other half of the Coven." Inclining his head with what could be best described as a sarcastic smile, Balor completely ignored his brother, but did not have to see him to know the nerve had been hit.  The very air of the room crackled with Vollrath’s reaction. It was all Balor could do not to gloat over having found the exact button to press to get right under his brother’s skin perfectly.  That had been a little too easy.

"So a new witch brings peace?" Baldur didn't trust him.  However, that is exactly what Balor had just implied with his statement.

"She is a Codona.  She is THE Codona. The lost witch.  Of course it is going to." Balor smirked and raised his eyebrows, letting the statement hang in the air with no further clarification. 

Baldur glanced at Vollrath.  What was he missing? "Which means?"  Something told him that he was going to absolutely hate the answer that was coming, but he had to know.

"Her father is Bazyli." Balor now grinned like a fool, and watched all color drain from Baldur’s face.  The other warlock had no clue, nor did Vollrath from the looks of it.  "So if you have intentions with her, you'll be joining the two Covens, and mending one gigantic ass rift.  I have to say Baldur, I never quite pegged you as one with brass ones quite that big.  So, of course I want to assist with that.”  Sarcasm dripped like honey, pooling around their feet.  “Or…." he looked directly at Vollrath, "has the Lion met his Lionessa, which is more of what I suspect.  Her power is impressive, as is her ability to survive such an attack.  If  she is not, then I challenge you Baldur…" He felt the hard snap of Vollrath’s power, as his brother’s jealousy and anger started to get the best of him.  There was the sign that had been exactly what Balor was going for to know that he wasn’t just under his brother’s skin, he’d struck a death blow to Vollrath’s ability to hide any semblance of the truth.

"Balor…." Just one word. Just his name. Vollrath didn't need to say more. His voice was full of warning in its tone, his hazel eyes narrowed and went jade green, his jaw tensed as he stood straighter, and his shoulders went back.  No, this was not happening.   Elmar and Baldur had been goading him teasingly, both were in serious relationship with witches within the Coven.  Balor was serious and looking to challenge Baldur in a way that would take Mahala from him. 

"She is a powerful, single, untrained, uninitiated, witch.  I am within my rights as a Coven Elder and my level as a warlock. There is no ring upon her finger. The customs of the Coven are very clear.  Unless there is a betrothal or other engagement to an Elder of the Coven, it is my right, as an Elder, to give challenge for rights to train, bring under apprenticeship, and more.  She is exceptionally beautiful, so I will look forward to seeing what more there might be.  I do have the right and you know it.  I aim to exercise it RIGHT. NOW." Now it was Balor who looked aggressive, as he smirked at his younger brother, his eyes going from blue to an icy grey.  There was little that Vollrath could say to argue with him, unless he were to reveal that she was in the beginnings of a relationship with Vollrath himself.

A knock at the door had both men stepping back and relaxing some.  There was no doubt who it was. Neither wanted to cause a scene or bring Elmar and Mahala into the disagreement that they were so far not a part of. There was about to be a war in the room between the two Nachtnebel brothers, Elmar entering the frey was not needed.

"Guys, it's late.  If you’re still having some kind of meeting, I'm going to take Mahala home with me and Savina.  She's still having effects from what happened earlier, and really should be resting somewhere other than an office couch." Elmar was annoyed, and he let his gaze rest briefly on all three in the room to show it. Someone in the room was pissed off and trying to hide it, he guessed more than one someone.    

"How is she?" Vollrath didn’t hide his concern from his face or his voice.  His brother had already figured it out, and was looking for a fight.  There was no reason to put Elmar further on edge by acting indifferent.  This night had already gone straight to hell without adding more to it.

"Let’s see…you tried to give her a stroke over being jealous," Elmar noticed Balor’s rather surprised reaction to that news, but failed to care and continued, "then she's slammed twice into a wall, choked, almost killed, gets intimidated by your brother, and has several hours of the Council being here and none of them ratcheting down their magic.  The fact she's still sane and her brain hasn't oozed out her ears might be a blessed miracle.  Someone in this room is also about to go atomic, so please ratchet that down before she does decide to have a brain bleed, and I have to fix that too." His arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the other three in turn, lips thinning in irritation.

Baldur’s brows had been raised as Elmar unloaded on Vollrath.  He was normally the calmer and reserved one, but it was clear he'd reached his limit. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen that happen with his friend.  Looking between the Nachtnebel brothers, Baldur also noticed that Balor was studying Vollrath who once more looked frustrated with the whole situation.  It was going to become a pissing contest and the whole building, if not area, would be the battleground.  Hopefully Elmar could get Mahala out of the blast zone before that happened.

"No worries, Elmar, I have made challenge regarding Mahala.  As such, she will come home with me." Balor gave no one time to react before he strode quickly from the room, leaving the others to try and catch up.  He was grinning as he made his way down the hall.  It was game time.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Young To Be In Love

Media - Love Actually Character - Sam Couple - Sam X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet af Word Count - 2412

I sat down on the bench beside my stepdad, feeling the cold of the winter air seep through my clothes. I let out a deep sigh as we both wrapped our hands around the warm cups of hot chocolate. The steam from the cups rose into the chilly air, adding to the serene atmosphere that surrounded us. The breeze picked up, and the faux fur on the hood of my coat brushed against my skin, making me shiver. I turned my gaze towards the water, watching the little boats pass by while the ripples created by their movement danced across the surface. Across the city, I saw many cranes moving and changing, a testament to the constant development of the city. People walked by us, their footsteps on the brick path, but none of them paid us any attention. We sat in silence for a while, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment, before my stepdad finally spoke.

"So?" He began, "Is it just mum or... is it something else?" he asked, "Maybe school?" he suggested, "Are you being bullied? or... is it something worse?"

I didn't know how to begin so I just looked down at my cup,

"you can't give me any clues?" he asked,

"You really want to know?" I asked,

"I really want to know," he nodded,

"Even if you won't be able to do anything to help?"

"Even if that's the case... yeah."

"Okay," I nodded, "Well... truth is," I began, "Actually... I'm in love,"

"Sorry?" His jaw dropped,

"I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time and I am, but... the truth is I'm in love, I was before she died and there's nothing I can do about it,"

"Aren't you a bit young to be in love?" he laughed,

"No,"

He laughed and tussled my hair, "I'm a little relieved,"

"Why?" I rasied an eyebrow,

"I thought... it would be something worse,"

"Worse than the total agony of being in love?"

He realised I had a point and nodded "You're right... total agony," He said,

We both just sat and watched the water once more, before he spoke again,

"They have a name?" he asked carefully,

"Yes, she does," I told him,

"She okay that narrows it down to half of everyone you've met in your short little life," he chuckled,

"Y/n," I told him,

"Y/n?" he stopped a moment, "You're little friend from down the road? the Y/H/C ?"

"Mhm,"

"I see, And how does she feel about you then?"

"I'm her best friend,"

"Ahhh the friend zone,"

"I know, and no one has ever escaped a friend zone,"

"it is possible."

"It is?"

"It is,"

"...Show me,"

I held my breath but I knew I had to do this, she was leaving soon moving away and I may never see her again, I went over where she stood with her locker unpacking it for the winter break and of course her move.

I was immediately blushing just from her beautiful Y/H/C hair in a sweet green bow, her gentle green eyes, and her sweet pale skin, all I wanted to do was kiss her and tell her everything I had ever wanted to tell her.

"Uhh Y/n?" I coughed,

"ohh? Hi Sam!" She smiled,

"I uhh... so you're really going then?"

"Mhm," She nodded,

"I uhh I... I really wanted to give you something, before you go."

"Oh?"

"Here," I smiled offering her the small Y/H/C glittery bag,

"Awww Sam you didn't have to get me anything,"

"Well I wanted to, a little going away present and all." I blushed,

She took it and smiled, "Can I open it?"

"Yeah yeah of course," I nodded,

She giggled and happily opened up the little bag, and the box inside her face lit up and I felt even more nervous, "Awww Sam! it's beautiful," She pulled out the sweet little hair comb, it wasn't much but it's not like I had much money. "Thank you!" She giggled taking her bow out and adding the clip to her hair, "I love it so much! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, I uhh I really wanted to get you something special, given your moving so far away, I-" I began, "I'm really gonna miss you, Y/n,"

"I know, I'm gonna miss you too Sam,"

"I- Y/n."

"Yes, Sam?"

"... I love you,"

"What?"

"I love you, I know you think that sounds crazy but I... I do. I know I do. I love you. I have done it for years and I... it breaks my heart that you are leaving,"

"Ohh... Ohh Sam," she cried hugging me tightly so I squeezed her tight rarely wanting to let her go, "I love you too!"

"y- you do!"

"I do, I thought you knew,"

"NO! I had no idea! I- I can't believe this... we finally tell each other and... we'll never get to see each other again,"

"Sam I will be coming back," She pulled away both of our cheeks tear-stained,"

"What?" I asked,

"Yeah, me and my mum are moving but my dad is staying here, same as my grandparents and all the rest of my family, I'll be coming back to visit every so often,"

"You- You will! So I'll still get to see you!"

"Just not as often, and I'm sure in between we can chat and call and video chat."

"Yeah! Of course, we can!" I smiled, "So maybe do you think we could... Do you know? try to be more than just best friends?"

"I think we can try," she nodded giving my cheek a kiss that made my heart flutter,

I washed my hands up after finishing the work in the garden, giving them a good scrub before I grabbed my ring from the sink, I always like keeping it in here when I'm working in the garden I'm always worried digging around in the dirt and grass would make it all dirty, plus I don't want to lose it. Just the feeling of it back on my finger makes me so happy, I remember the first time I wore it just felt... right, Everyone thought we were crazy to get married at eighteen, they all said it was too fast and that we'd regret it in a week, a month, a year, ten years, but we had been in love for as long as we could remember so to us we'd already waited ten years to get married and here we are twelve years later still as in love as ever. I adjusted the ring a little and put my hand through my hair giving the hair on my upper lip a slight stroke where it needed trimming but I couldn't find the little scissors anywhere.

I headed out of the bathroom back into the house where I saw her and Immediately I got as giddy as a child, as she stood in her little green dress washing some dishes, her sweet Y/H/C hair flowing down her back with one of her hair combs in her hair as always. I had brought her a new hair comb every year as our little tradition and she wears one every day. I went over wrapping my arms around her and kissing her sweet shoulder,

"Ohh Hello Sam,"

"Hello Y/n, I missed you," I cooed,

"You were only in the garden Sam," she laughs,

"I still missed you," I peppered her with kisses,

"Aww I missed you too," she smiled, "Kids are home by the way,"

"I know, I heard the bus."

"Ohh and he got home in a mood again,"

"Jake or Lucas?"

"Who do you think," she laughed,

"Oh? Right, I'm going," I rolled my eyes a little giving her one more kiss and heading to the stairs, "Is Mable alright as I'm going up?"

"She's fine, won't need a feed for another hour,"

"Alright, what's up with Jake anyway?"

"He's got the love bug,"

"The- the what?"

"You know the love bug like you and I did,"

"Wait! he's in love!"

"Yes, did I not just say that," she laughs,

"Awwwww! it's happening! our little ones are falling in love just like we did!" I wanted to cry I was so happy, "Okay I can do this! I was trained by the best but not the student is the teacher. I shall comfort my son and teach him the ways of love as my stepfather did to me! I need hot chocolate and a view of the themes," I bolted upstairs,

"B- Sam It's July!" Y/n yelled, "And we live in Norfolk!"

But I ignored her and ran up anyway, seeing the upstairs bedrooms open but one, Of course, Y/n and I's bedroom door was open our bed was made as usual but I looked and saw Lucas, honestly I almost missed him, as he laid his four-year-old body among the large pile of teddies in the corner of our bedroom he laid in them with his book about owls, his blonde hair fluffy and messy still in his school uniform with his glasses slowly falling down his nose.

"Hey, you having fun?" I chuckled,

"Jake is being grumpy," he said,

"I know I'm going to see him now, I'm make sure he lets you back in your bedroom," I told him before I headed down the corridor, to see the girl's room, Mable lay still asleep in her crib with her dummy given she is still a baby after all only nine months old her, while Sallyanne's six-year-old body sat with her castle playing with her dolls, her Y/H/C hair in a braid down her back also still in her school uniform as she plaid so I didn't bother her. The bathroom door opened but of course, it was empty. So I went to the boy's bedroom where the door was closed I gave the door a tap and Jake answered,

"Go away!"

"Jake come on, let's just have a little talk," I told him,

"Fine!" He sighed,

So I went inside seeing the space-covered walls and Jake laid his ten-year-old body on his bed still in his school uniform with his mess of blonde hair sticking out his covers, so I went and sat with him,

"So? How's school?"

"Fine."

"Is everything going okay?"

"Yes."

"You're not being bullied?"

"No Dad."

"Okay, so it's something worse?"

"Kinda..."

"You can't give me any clues?"

"You really want to know?" he poked his head out,

"I really want to know," I nodded,

"Even if you won't be able to do anything to help?"

"Yes, even if that is the case," I smiled resting a hand on his back, "So? Come on,"

"Well... I- I think I'm in love," he said, "I know what you're going to Say! I'm too young I don't know what I want! that I'm just young and stupid! that I'm too young to be in love but... I can't help it. I'm in love and it's agony."

I nodded, "There is nothing worse than the total agony of being in love," I smiled tussling his hair, "I would know,"

"No you don't you have mum, and you and mum are perfect and always have been," he sits up,

"No, we haven't always been perfect, you're mother and I have had our ups and downs we've been married a long time. But I do know the total agony of being in love, I had a chat like this with my stepdad when I was not much older than you, and I said the same thing,"

"You did?"

"I did, You're not crazy and I'm not going to tell you you're too young or you don't know becuase... I know firsthand hand when you find that person, it changes everything. I knew I loved your mother the first moment I saw her and I was much younger than you then, I didn't know I loved her till I was about your age. Love doesn't have an age when he comes, it just comes. And there is nothing you can do about Jake. I won't tell you it's not agony or it won't hurt becuase love does, love is so powerful and so strong that it can destroy you in a moment." I explained, "If you feel like you are in love then you have every right to feel those emotions,"

"Thanks, Dad,"

"You're welcome kiddo," I smiled, "So? They have a name?"

"... it's complicated,"

"Oh? how so? it is that kid in your class that's named after a fruit?"

"No, no not them,"

"Ohh well, then what is it? come on I'd love to know if they have a name?"

"... His name is Harry,"

Hu... well that took me back a moment,

"His name is Harry?" I asked making sure I heard him right,

"Yeah, Please don't be mad,"

"...what- why- why would I be mad?"

"That I'm... in love... with a boy,"

"Jake." I told him holding his hand so I knew he was listening to me, "I don't care who you love,"

"But- aren't you gonna tell me I'm too young, that I can't know yet, that -"

Jake. If you are in love with I do not doubt for a moment, then you're in love. Boy, girl or whoever. I don't care. your mother won't care. none of your family will care. All that matters is that you are happy and if you love his boy then we're here to support you and to help you."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do,"

He gave me a tight hug so I hugged him back, "Thanks dad,"

"You're welcome kiddo," I smiled, "Now I admit... I may be slightly less helpful, as it is not something I have experience with but I promise your mother and I will be here every step of the way,"

"Thanks," he smiled,

"Good, now. let your brother back in you two's room. And we're gonna have a take away pizza for tea,"

"Okay," he smiled,

"Good lad," I tussled his hair,

Before I got up and headed downstairs back to Y/n,

"How'd it go?"

"You're right, love bug."

"Awww our little boy's in love," she smiled,

"Take away pizza for dinner," I told her,

"Ohh... alright means I don't have to cook" she shrugged, "But what do we know about this love of Jake's then?" she asked drying her hands as she was not finished with the dishes,

"Not much, his name's Harry," I said as I grabbed a beer from the fridge,

"Harry?" she turned to me,

"Yep."

"His. name?"

"Yep."

"Oh..." she said slightly taken aback, "Awww cute, Harry and Jake, very sweet." she smiled, "does he want to invite him over for tea this week?"

"I'll ask him later," I shrug, "You know he was worried we'd be mad,"

"Mad? Oh, that's just silly, still, I suppose weren't you worried your stepdad would be mad when you told him you loved me?"

"Yeah kinda, Still he's smiling again and he's let Lucas back in their bedroom.

"Ahh! Now that is good news." she laughed, 

[kanmom51]

JK's live 4 March 2023 1:47 am KST

Part 1

Cr./ to all the creators of the media used in this post.

This is a hard one for me.

It' took me time to sit myself down and watch the actual whole live, and I preferred to wait for the Weverse full translation before coming here to write my post.

I assume most of you read my post about JK's previous live, but to those of you who haven't:

JK coming back live more or less 24 hours after I posted that, still while discussing my thoughts I put down to paper in that post, that hit hard for me.

I know, as usual there were those wearing rose tinted glasses unwilling to see JK, not for real. Not in the last live and not now either.

I am glad many are taking to heart his honest words about being harassed by so called fans (he was so respectful even though these people deserve no respect what so ever, but that's JK for you in a nutshell), asking, pleading to be able to have the privacy he deserves.

And I saw many enjoyed the live, his singing, his dancing, Tae popping in, and it's alright. It's also alright if you can't see that not all is well. Even though it's screaming in our faces. Because even if you don't see it, just being there, showering him with positive love like many of you do is good enough. It's kind of the most that us fans can do in any case.

That and reporting, blocking accounts and people that are out to harass and hurt him and JM. Not share their disgusting crap. It's not about likes for our accounts, it's about trying to protect those two, make their lives a little easier, a little safer, allowing them a sense of security.

While writing these lines I came by the new postings from that deranged, supposedly not sasaeng that uploaded the clip of JK from the gym. Please do not follow this person. And if you come by her postings, please report them. Send to BH. I, for obvious reasons, will not share her vile posts, but she has to be gone, like yesterday.

Moving on.  I guess I'm here to talk about this over 2 hours and 20 minutes live right?

I’m not going to get into every single little thing that happened but I do want to touch on a few things.

First of all, the playlist. JK was singing his heart out during this live.  Like the first hour or so is mainly JK singing and dancing and going to get himself some water, and then some beer, and dancing some more and singing some more.

JK on a beer run.

He does some of that in the second half of the live too, but in that second half is where the interesting talk happens.  His plea for privacy, Tae showing up and JK talking to him, at him, not sure which.  Did I mention he inserted Tae's name into song lyrics too? Lol. 

The way he loves Army, I just cannot describe it.  We know he does, cause, and I’ve mentioned this before, he says it, writes it in letters to Army, writes songs for Army, cries for and with Army, and he does things for Army, to make them happy.

So, he sang Naatu Naatu and Indian Army were overjoyed.  He just wants to please us.  Make us happy.

I kind of think we should be doing the same.  As Army.  Sending him our love.  Showing him just how much we respect him.  See him for the person he is, the human being he is, and love him for it.  I know there is no IG now, but there is Weverse. And even for the smallest possibility that JK might see our messages, we need to keep sending them to him. You know #to_Jungkook.

Oh, and call out those that don’t respect him too. 

Sidetracked. 

That’s kind of my second name now days…

Anyways, here’s a link to the playlist from his live:

Ooh, and we got 10,000 hours again. You know, right?

That man is the cutest thing ever (well it’s a super close competition with his bf, but at the moment JK’s in the lead).  Oh, we also had JK farting, bless his heart (I feel like a mama with that joyous feeling after your baby burps and passed gas, lmao).  The way he waves his hand to get rid of the smell though.  And him excusing it with: a. he’s human (yes, he told us we fart too in Busan, we remember that); and b. it’s not his fault, it’s the gassy drink. 

Did I mention he was cute?  I mentioned he was cute, right? Lol

He kept doing these close ups to the camera, used the light from the live screen to check out where to put the batteries for his mic, lol.  Showing us his beer, showing us the candle, showing us himself.

We got JK and his ASMR candle (on and off during the live).

JK listened to Hobi’s song for the first time during this live.  Twice.  Going back to see the lyrics too.

Have we noticed by now that JK’s coat, JK’s stuff, seem to be laying on the sofa.  Like he just came in or is just going out or just doesn’t seem to give the ora of permanency?

This is a man that we know to be tidy.  I mean:

We know which suitcase was JK’s.  He literally showed us.

And he does have empty, lonely clothes rack just there, you know, waiting for his homey stuff to be hung up… unless, wait, this isn’t much of a home of his…

JK was talking with Army, checking comments, replying to them.  But he wasn’t playing the game, so to speak.  You know, the one where he seems to be available for them.  Do you know what I mean?

The three second or minute “we’re dating game”, he wasn’t up to it.

Someone asking to eat his cheeks (ewww, cringe), he wasn’t having it.

As I mentioned, and you all know by now, cause you know, no way the cult wouldn’t shut up about it, Tae commented during JK’s live.

JK’s reaction to Tae joining was nice.  Not overjoyed.  Not over interactive with him.  I mean, he did answer his questions, but was also that’s that.  He continued looking for songs to sing, then inserted Tae in the song he sang, went to see if Tae was still there, and he wasn’t, so his reaction was kind of “oh ok, he’s gone”, and moving on.

The comments above aren’t exactly in the order they were on the live…

Then he vocalizes - sings:  How fun, Tae Tae’s here…

JK’s asked to sing Lemon, and he’s going through the process of looking for the song, and just before the song starts this happens...

Tae comments about the beer drinking and gaining weight.  Yeah sure Tae, just the thing to say to the same person that was too skinny just a couple of weeks back and that his bf was overjoyed he was eating. 

But you see, JK doesn’t seem bothered by Tae’s comments, lol.

His answer is to the likes of “well, I have to finish off the beer in the house, don’t I?” – iron logic indeed, lol.

So he stops it a second to answer.

And once again he’s about to start when:

So, Tae goes on with “let’s have 50 bottles”.  This wasn’t him suggesting that JK drink 50 bottles.  Him saying there being 50 bottles (as in JK has to drink 50 bottles to get through them), to which JK answers that there aren’t even 10 can’s left.

I wonder if the cult paid attention to that chit chat.  Wouldn’t the bf they claim is living with him in that apartment kind of know how many beers are left in the fridge?  Ok then, not exact number, but seriously, there is a huge difference between 10 and 50, even for means of exaggeration.  Or if they are bottled or canned?  That is a bit of a difference in the fridge, which he supposedly shares, no?

Just one more of those little tiny winey things that disprove their shit.  Which they are full of.

And then JK proceeds to sing the song.

In which, at some point he inserts Taehyungie into his lyrics while looking at the monitor, checking the comments and says:

And continues to sing.

Anyways, once again one of those mate interactions they are so good at.  That’s them.  Good mates.  They are.  They spend time together, talk to each other, play games together, we’ve said it all before. 

But one thing they definitely are not, and that’s a loving romantic couple. 

Period.

To be continued in part 2, which I am going to post immediately after part 1 (Tumblr has become nasty again with the 30 image limit of theirs).