#so on the site they get called '(name)'s proposal'

[cayleeuhithinknot]

❛ TENT TEMPTATIONS ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉. . .during a fun camping trip with your friends, you end up bonding with the person you swore you hated. all over a tent.

cw: SMUT WITH PLOT, making out, unprotected p in v (wrap it please), cursing, use of pet names and y/n, oral (m receiving), getting caught kinda (oop), hair pulling, bigdick!chris (oop), softdom!chris and sub!reader. and probably more but i might’ve forgot😭 also not proofread (SORRY)

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“who’s idea was this again?” madi asks, the sound of her boots mushing on the soil like nails on a chalkboard.

“chris. who else would choose something as dumb as this to spend our weekend doing?” you reply, trudging through the leaves and branches. chris scoffs, shoving you lightly.

“you might wanna hit the gym more, y/n. i’m chilling.” he boasts. and very evidently, chris is lying. the sweat beading up and trickling down the side of his face, the way he took ragged breaths, and the pink hue forming on his pale skin were all indications that the stupid, exhausting trip up to your camping site was getting to him.

just like it was getting to you and the other 3.

usually, the triplets will drag you around to do all this stuff in the woods. but, madi? she doesn’t get out in the wilderness much. not necessarily that you were very cut out for it either. madi seems to have it the worst out of the 5 of you.

she’s been complaining about it ever since the first hour of the trip.

nick and matt were taking it more dramatically than you’d expected. matt swears he’s some wilderness and nature expert, but once you bring him in the woods, he’ll start telling you that every little leaf—even the harmless ones—is poison ivy.

“oh my gosh, we need to take a break,” nick huffs, stopping in his tracks to bend down and rest his hands on his thighs. “i know right—chris, how much longer?” matt agrees, expectantly turning to look at chris for an answer.

“an hour. how many times have i told you guys that it’s a 3 hour trip?” chris snaps back, making you roll your eyes.

this omniscient, cocky, egotistical attitude of his was starting to make you mad. he’d been acting this way the entire trip. going on and on about how he was the “leader” or something. and you’d have to endure it for a grand total of 2 days.

so far, you’ve been putting up with it for 2 hours straight, and you’ve gotten to the point where one singular impertinent comment or remark will make you burst.

it’s worse than the sun burning your scalp, your achy back, and your sweat ruining your freshly washed hair. so much for that everything shower the night before…

“we’re not taking another fucking break, nick! just push through.” chris follows up.

madi rolls her eyes too, shooting you a look to which you just shrug. a snarky “i told you so” rests at the tip of your tongue. it wasn’t your idea after all. when chris first proposed this idea to you, you’d warned him that this was how it was gonna go. but, of course, he didn’t listen.

you were no stranger to his stupid endeavors. in fact, you were possibly the person that was the most familiar with his sometimes irritable personality.

but, was he your bestfriend?

one might call him that.

but, is he also incredibly annoying and you can’t stand to be alone with him for more than 20 minutes?

yes. yes, he is.

the final hour passes, but it feels like 3 more with each aching step.

“this the campsite?” madi asks. she’s out of breath and water, just like everyone else.

“yeah,” you manage to get out, taking in the scenery and the woodsy smell.

“dude, this is crazy!” matt shouts, excitedly wrapping his arms around nick’s neck and ruffling his hair. this was right up matt’s alley.

“ouch, dude—yes, yeah, so cool” nick agrees, attempting to pry his brother off of him.

the near 3 hours of what felt like the five stages of grief were instantly made worth it after all.

the sparkling lake in the very back, the colorful flowers and whimsical trees, the animals chirping?

it’s beautiful, mesmerizing, and screams relaxation.

oh, who are you kidding? nothing could repair 3 ongoing hours of enduring christopher sturniolo.

“alright, let’s set up tents,” you sigh, stepping toward the grassy patch under a nice shady tree.

“i want that spot,” chris says, standing right in front of you. “too bad. take that one.” you say, pointing to the tree beside yours with a tight-lipped smile. chris scoffs at that, messing up your hair before walking past to the tree you’d pointed at.

you irritatedly readjust your hair, watching nick and matt goof around and nearly pushing each other into the glistening lake.

“i wish i was that careless…” madi mumbles to you, shaking her head as she watches them as well. “me, too…” you agree, fumbling with one of the tents bars.

everything had been going dandy with the set-up process of your tent. but, one bar simply won’t stay where it needs to.

frustrated, you drop the bar in the grass, watching half of the tent cave in on itself as you crouch down to try and further examine the issue. a couple of footsteps can be heard from behind you, a chuckle accommodating them.

“need help with that?” chris asks, getting down to your level, his eyes scanning the scattered pieces in the dirt.

“obviously.”

chris tsks, hands going straight to work to reassemble your tent. you can tell he’s making an effort to stay focused in your presence, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his tongue every now and then darting out to swipe over his pink lips.

your eyes travel down to his veiny hands working on building this contraption. “you done?” he taunts, waving his hand in front of your face.

“huh?—“

chris clicks his tongue, an amused smirk spreading across his face.

“i said are you done?” he repeats himself, and you just now notice that he’s finished setting up your tent. “with what?” you ask, already deeply annoyed with this attitude he’s carrying.

“staring. if you want me so bad, just tell me. use that loud mouth for somethin’ useful, yeah?”

“ew, you’re gross. thanks for the help, but i won’t be sucking your dick in return.”

his smile is insufferable. that low, cocky tone he uses and the way he leans in closer just to tease you.

“how cute. i didn’t even mention that. but, now i guess i know what goes on in your head, huh?” he hums lowly before standing up, leaving you all by your lonesome on the ground.

“oh god, shut up” you scoff. he laughs at you, jogging off toward the rest of the group.

that night, the 5 of you come across a slight problem.

“so, what you’re saying is…you need to go to the store?” chris groans, plopping down in one of the folding chairs you’d brought.

madi nods, “dude, we totally thought one of us had brought the bag of food!”

“for the record, madi and i were fully convinced that nick had it. but, i guess he’s a little…forgetful at times.” matt defends.

“and you’re noticing that now?” you reply, your eyes practically rolling back into your skull.

today, it’s really starting to seem like everyone here shares the same half of a braincell.

“well, no—but, i mean, it was too late anyway—“ nick protests, rubbing the nape of his neck.

you’d all come to the conclusion that nobody managed to bring anything except for the chips that chris had, of course, eaten on the hike to the camp site.

chris pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing with evident frustration.

“now what?”

crickets. literally.

“guys, cmon” you chime in.

madi looks at her phone, “i could call a cab to the main street? it’s only a 25 minute walk there through the woods.”

matt and nick hum.

“okay, sounds like the best option.” you sigh, twirling your hair around your finger. chris looks up at you from his seat.

“yeah, we’ll set up the fire and you guys go to the—“

“no way.” you scoff, looking at chris with wide eyes. he responds with an annoyed laugh, running his hands over his thighs. “seriously?”

“dead serious,” you nod.

silence, once again…

chris practically shoots up from his chair and takes off to the campfire. and for the very first time, the air feels heavy. you awkwardly look back to the other 3, who are staring at you like some deer in headlights.

“yeah, uhm, just go. i’ll take care of him.” you shake your head and they nod, say their goodbyes, and make their way back through the woods to the main street.

a pit forms in your stomach, anxiety creeping up your body as you approach chris. you’ve never felt bad for insulting or bickering with him, mostly because he always returned the behavior.

but this time? it was different. this time, it hurt. something shifted inside of you when you saw his icy blue eyes glimmer, almost like he was hurt himself.

the way his jaw clenches when you approach his visibly angry figure makes you shiver, even in this warm weather.

“what?” he snaps, breaking a branch and throwing the pieces into the little stack he’d created.

“im sorry,” you mutter, the attitude still evident in your voice. there’s a pause.

“you piss me off so much,” he says, locking his eyes on yours. his eyes are dark, almost intimidating. the air gets heavier now. you try to ignore it. ignore the goosebumps creeping onto your arms from his voice.

“we’re equal then.”

his tongue grazes the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowing.

“no, we’re not. we can’t be.”

the anger inside you boils up quickly. “why? because you’re so much better than everyone?” you spit.

"no. because you think i'm insufferable and you don't want me around" he replies, cutting you off.

“what’s not equal about that? you literally hate me-"

“shut up" he says, this time fully cutting you off.

“excuse me?" you laugh out in disbelief,

“i said shut up.”

“you know what? no, because-"

"oh my god will you shut up? ‘I hate you?’ Are you insane?" borderline yelling, his eyes never leave yours, staring you down.

this time, you really don’t have anything to say.

“i ‘hate you’?” he quotes you. “seriously? like i haven’t obviously been in love with you for years? like i can’t take my eyes off you, like the only reason i ‘show off’ is to impress you? like it doesn’t hurt my feelings when you act like it’s the worst thing in the world to be near me?” he rambles.

the words leave his mouth so quickly, neither your mind or his can really catch up. panting, he looks up at you, nervously biting his lower lip, seemingly realizing what he’d just admitted to.

he runs a hand through his messy hair.

“look, i—“

“chris.” now, it’s your turn to interrupt him.

“yea?”

“if you don’t kiss me right now, i’ll kill you.”

at your words, he wastes no time ruthlessly crashing his lips into yours, grabbing you by the waste with greedy hands and pressing your body up to his.

his lips are needy, eagerly dancing against yours, a groan slipping out here and there. you sigh softly, your hands finding his stubbled jaw to pull him impossibly closer.

his teeth bite at your lower lip, making you open up just enough for him to easily slip his tongue in, exploring the new area. a couple of minutes—which felt like days—go by until he breaks it, ragged and heavy breathing coming from the both of you. he rests his forehead against yours.

“holy shit,” you whisper, making a smirk creep across his face before he connects your lips once more. “i need you so bad.” he murmurs into your mouth.

you pull away this time, hands on his shoulders as you take in the beautiful view in front of you. his swollen pink lips, his barely illuminated face, his tousled hair. “if this whole thing was just your tactic to get me to fuck you, you’re gonna drown in that lake.” you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly. he rolls his eyes, hoisting you up in his arms and making his way to his tent.

“unfortunately, i am embarrassingly madly in love with you, but if you don’t wanna fuck—“

you shut him up by kissing him. “don’t ruin the mood.” you say as he sets you down and you climb into his tent on all fours. his eyes trail down to your ass, how it hangs out of your shorts. he follows in after you once you situate yourself.

as soon as he comfortably gets in next to you, his hands find your hips. “we don’t have a lot of time, pretty. i’ll make it up to you when we get home, yeah?” he says, pulling your shorts and panties down at the same time. you bite your lip, the sound of him taking off his pants adding to your excitement.

“it’s okay chris, i’m as desperate as you are.” your words earn a slap on your ass from him. “so did you imagine sucking my dick?” he teases, grabbing at the soft plush of your ass. “many times.”

chris pulls off his boxers and your eyes travel down, widening at his size. his dick frees from it’s entrapment, tapping his stomach. you hungrily gaze at the precum beading at his tip, it’s an angry pink. “you wanna make those fantasies come true, hm?” he asks, a grin creeping across his face. you nod eagerly, causing a dry chuckle to lowly leave his lips. “c’mon then.”

you get down so that you’re level with his dick and rest your hands on his thighs. you grab the base of it, kitten licking at the tip to tease him a little. you lick a few stripes from bottom to top, earning a guttural groan from chris. he shifts his hand into your hair, twisting it into a makeshift ponytail. “c’mon, y/n.”

you chuckle before slowly taking his length into your mouth. tears immediately start to prick at your eyes. not that you cared, though. chris notices this and gives you some reassurance. “you’re okay, doin’ so good f’me. breathe through your nose, yeah?”

he starts to move your head up and down himself, letting out low moans. “you okay if i go faster, baby?” he asks. you know he’s obviously hoping for a yes. you manage an “uh-huh” and at your words, he’s immediately picking up the pace. the riskiness, the built-up tension, the feel of your mouth around his dick, the sound of your chokes, all of it. it just brings him closer and closer to the sweet release.

“ah, fuck—‘m so close, baby, gonna let me cum in your pretty mouth, hm?” he groans, tossing his head back. once again, you manage a response. “good fuckin’ girl,” he mutters, thrusting his dick into your mouth. next thing you know, a warm, thick liquid is shooting down your throat. he pull you off of him and you swallow the remnants of his orgasm. “did s’good f’me, baby.” he praises, stroking you cheek with his thumb.

“gonna let me fuck you? gonna let me fuck that pussy i’ve been dreamin’ about?” he asks, his fingers trailing down to your pussy. he runs his finger through your slickness, stopping to rub your clit. “y-yes, yes, please” you beg, stuttering over your words at the feel of his finger on your clit.

“mhm, i thought so.” he says, flipping you over. he runs his tip up and down your slit, eliciting a whine to fall from your lips. he finally positions himself at your entrance, teasing you some more. “fuck, you’re so sexy, can i pull your hair?” he groans, positioning his hands on your hips momentarily. “damn, you freak, yeah, you can,” you reply.

a strangled moan leaves your lips when he pushes his entire length into you, one of his hands keeping it’s grip while one goes up to your hair again, gathering it up to pull on it. “fuck, you’re so tight—you’re not a virgin, are you baby?” he huffs, keeping his pace slow for the time-being.

you breathlessly giggle between moans, gripping at the fabric of the tent floor. “no—i’m not, you’re just—fuck—huge,” you manage. he throws his head back again, pulling on your hair while his hips pick up speed significantly, hitting that spot inside you over and over again.

the both of you are trying to keep your moans down, given that there’s another campsite nearby. yours are muffled by the floor of the tent, chris’ low growls only loud enough for you to hear. “you feel so good—i’ve wanted to fuck this tight pussy for ages,” he mutters, letting go of your hair momentarily to harshly pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrust half way.

your knees felt weak, pressing into the ground beneath you. the string in your stomach starts to pull, signaling that you were getting closer. “you’re mine now, right baby? my pretty pussy, my girl?” you let out a high-pitched “yes”, a borderline squeal, followed by a plea of his name. “gonna cum?” he growls, pushing himself as deep as he can inside of you.

you only manage to nod. you’re mind’s practically gone blank, the only thing roaming it is the feeling of chris inside of you. the “string” inside of you is starting fray, threatening to snap any minute. “f-fuck!” you squeal, slapping a hand over your mouth as the string finally snaps. your legs shake, your whole body practically convulsing as you cum on his dick.

“mhm, fuck—‘m cummin’, baby,” chris purrs. his moans are deep, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, just to help the both of you ride out your highs. spurts of his cum coat the walls of your cunt, and you can feel it shooting deep inside of you. a few minutes of silence pass as he rests inside of you. but then, he pulls out, watching the strings of your arousal disconnect from your cunt and cover his entire shaft.

he gently rubs his thumbs over your hips before flipping you back over onto your back. you smile up at him weakly, watching as he cleans the both of you up carefully. he was using a spare towel that was originally for the lake. he pulls your panties and shorts back onto you, slipping his boxers and pants back on afterward. he lays down next to you.

“i, uh..i left marks on your hips. does it hurt? i didn’t really realize how hard i was, uh…gripping.” he asks worriedly, peppering kisses on your cheeks. you shake your head, reassuringly intertwining your hand with his.

“it’s okay. kinda weird to see you bein’ nice, wow.” the urge to tease him returns of course, nudging his nose with yours. chris bites your cheek playfully, then he smothers your face with wet kisses. “stooooop” you whine as a wide smile cracks across your face.

“i’m obsessed with you, jeez, you don’t even know.” he mumbles, cupping your face in his hands.

“should we like…knock or something?” matt says awkwardly.

the 3 of them stand maybe 2 yards from your tent. and they have been for the past 20 minutes, bags in each hand.

“uhm…sure?” madi replies.

“well, at least we know they get along now…” nick sighs, turning around to make his way back to the campfire.

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a/n: hi hi!! this was like so fun to write wtf?? i know some of it doesnt make a lot of sense😭 but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!! pleaseee leave requests and asks thank u!!<3 love uuu

tags: @sturn-saturn @xysbree @sturniolos4life16 @emely9274 @pearlzier

[gibbearish]

also considering making a video on like. how to get into scps. because Most People get bounced off the first few times they try bc they dont know where to start and just like. read through different entries one by one and take the wrong links and skip over the right ones and dont even KNOW about hidden submenus or the declassified subreddit or the canon hub

[dimonds456]

ATTENTION MINORS

I know you guys have been seeing the posts going around about Earn-It and KOSA and things of the like, and talking about how bad those things are. And you're right, they're really, really bad. But, you're not old enough to help participate in helping out, right, since you're a minor? 

WRONG.

Minors out there who are concerned about these issues: YOU CAN HELP US. KOSA and CSAM specifically are acts to create widespread censorship and invasion of privacy to "protect kids," so if anything, your younger voices are stronger than ours! 

I've compiled some resources for you guys to help out. Note that if you sound old enough, you do not have to disclose your age if you don't want to. The point is that there is a public outcry, not that you're under 18.

If you don't know what the bills are or what they do, here's a Doc that explains all that with links to different reading material where you can learn all about it there (note: as of posting this, the Restrict Act is not currently updated. Check back in the future for updates to the doc). 

The two we really need to worry about right now are KOSA and CSAM. 

KOSA is a bill being passed that would effectively let the government censor anything they want online, which can and will include minority voices, LGBTQ content, and anything they deem "unsafe" for kids (such as the suicide hotline).  

CSAM is another law that preaches about protecting kids, but would actually be used to spy on everyone. It's a trojan horse. 

There are a couple more, which are all covered more in-depth here on this site (scroll down):

Here's a few more resources for you guys, and then I'll get into how you guys can help!

KOSA

CSAM

EARN-It

(Light flash warning for this one, just in case)

RESTRICT Act

Alright, with all the reading out of the way, let's get into what to do.

How YOU can help!

Minors: you are not helpless. You are not powerless. The point is that there is a public outcry, and the fact that you are so young could be an advantage to stopping bills like KOSA and CSAM. 

If your voice can pass as an adult's, YOU CAN CALL. If you don't think your voice can pass, YOU CAN EMAIL, TEXT, SIGN PETITIONS, and honestly, you MAY STILL be able to call. 

Here's how calling works. It's gonna be scary the first time around, I know, but you've got this.

First: find out who your representatives are. This website right here makes that very easy. Go to the dropdown for your state and find it, and your two reps should automatically pop up.

Next, see if they're a Republican or a Democrat. This should be in parenthesis next to their names. Here's Michigan's and Mississippi's reps as examples of what that looks like:

How you phrase your words will differ depending on the party they're in, this is important.

Next, you'll see under their names an address, phone number, and some bibliography. (I kept using the Michigan ones cuz I was already on their page, so if you're from Michigan, here's the numbers right here.)

Let's get ready to call now.

Now, when I say "call," I don't mean exclusively by phone. You can also fax them or email them. 

Here's a website you can use to fax them.

To find their email address, google it. [Name] email, and if they've got one, it should pop up there. 

Now, the hard part: actually calling.

Before we go any further, reminder that these people are just that: people. They're not idols, they're not gods, they're not worth any more than you are. Dehumanize them as much as you need to in your head. They're not scary, they're human. 

Now, for each bill, you can either make it all separate or keep all your words in one email, as it were. How you want to do this is up to you. But, if you're feeling lost for words, there are also scripts you can use as a base. 

Here's an email to a Democrat about KOSA, for example:

And this one has emails for both sides:

The long and short of it goes like this:

Your name and something about you (I'm a retail worker) (I'm a minor) (I go to [name] school)

Explain why you're calling (I urge you to stop [bill])

Explain why the issue matters to YOU. (I am a minor, and pushing this law would do irreparable damage, not help us. Here's a bit of why.)

Ask the representative you're calling to help 

Thank them for listening. 

Keep it courteous- they'll be more likely to listen to you if you're calm and collected. I know emotions are high right now, and it's okay to let desperation in, but don't yell or scream at them, you'll only drive them away from trying to stop anything. 

More than likely, you won't be speaking to that rep directly, but the message should still be clear and reach them. 

If you're faxing or emailing, there's more room to go off about issues in more depth, since there isn't someone on the other end of the line. You can say as much as you'd like, but still try to keep it polite. 

You guys are powerful, and your young voices can add to this fight. You do not have to be an adult to call something unjust. Stand with us. Together, your voices will make us stronger.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

A giant grocery merger will send "inflation" through the roof

Sometimes it’s hard to know why prices are going up. Between the oil shock, a tight employment market and the climate polycrisis, is it even possible to tell if companies are using the widespread belief in inflation to hike prices? Uh, yeah, as it turns out, we absolutely can.

Yes, it’s hard to peer into the minds of executives at large companies and know whether their price hikes are due to greed or necessity. But we don’t have peer into their minds! We can just dial into their investor calls, where top execs of giant companies brag about hiking prices under cover of inflation:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/11/20/quiet-part-out-loud/#profiteering

These guys can’t help but boast about their price-setting power, whether that’s Colgate-Palmolive CEO Noel Wallace boasting that his company is “good at pricing”:

https://www.fool.com/earnings/call-transcripts/2021/10/29/colgate-palmolive-company-cl-q3-2021-earnings-call/

Or Procter and Gamble CFO Andre Schulten saying, “We have not seen any material reaction from consumers, so that makes us feel good about our relative position.”

https://www.businessinsider.com/labor-shortage-customers-higher-prices-wages-jobs-staff-salaries-employment-2021-11

The grocery barons are particularly boastful. Here’s Kroger CFO Gary Millerchip explaining why higher wholesale costs have not led to an erosion of the company’s massive margins: “We’ve been very comfortable with our ability to pass on the increases that we’ve seen at this point, and we would expect that to continue to be the case.”

https://www.wsj.com/articles/u-s-companies-bet-shoppers-will-keep-paying-higher-prices-11635067802

Kroger is about to get a lot more pricing power, because it is merging with Albertsons, a company that already bought Safeway, Haggen, Acme, Jewel Osco, Shaw’s, Pavilions, Von’s and too many others to fit in here.

But there are some companies Albertsons definitely doesn’t own, because they’re owned by Kroger: Ralph’s, Dillon’s, Food 4 Less, Fre _Meyer, Harris Teeter, King Soopers, Mariano’s, and many more. As David Dayen writes for The American Prospect, “the illusion of choice in supermarkets masks the dominance.” and this the “preposterous” $24.6b merger will produce a price-gouging juggernaut:

https://prospect.org/power/proposed-kroger-albertsons-merger-would-create-grocery-giant/

The leadership of both companies assure us that they will not use their combined might to raise prices. These are, of course, the same leaders who have been publicly boasting about their ability to raise prices thanks to their existing scale. With five giant companies controlling nearly the entire US grocery market, it’s not really a mystery why grocery prices are up 13% in the past year, while eggs are up 30.5%, chicken up 17.2% and coffee up 15.7%:

https://twitter.com/ryanstruyk/status/1580539772212502530

As Kroger CEO told his shareholders: “a little bit of inflation is always good in our business” because it lets him raise prices and “customers don’t overly react.”

The architects of the deal are the resassuringly named PE giant Cerberus Capital, who stand to make $7b from the merger:

https://www.forbes.com/sites/brandonkochkodin/2022/10/14/here-are-two-less-known-winners-in-the-kroger-albertsons-merger/

These are the same motherfuckers who bought up local hospital chains, debt-loaded them, and then threatened to shut them down at the start of the pandemic if they didn’t get massive, no-strings-attached public subsidies:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/04/a-mind-forever-voyaging/#prop-bets

Cerberus is also behind Spain’s rental affordability crisis, having bought up innumerable buildings and jacked up the rent, while cutting maintenance and evicting the shit out of anyone who complains:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/11/24/no-puedo-pagar-no-pagara/#fuckin-aardvarks

As Dayen writes, this merger turns on a bet: that the FTC will not block it, but rather, rely on the tired, discredited idea of “conduct remedies” — where a the companies undertaking a giga-merger have to pinky swear that they won’t abuse their market power. This always requires a monumental act of credulity, but that’s doubly true with these companies.

Back in 2015, Albertsons merged with Safeway, and promised that it would lessen its control over groceries in western states by selling off 168 stores, mostly to Haggen, a company that was “woefully underequipped” for such an expansion. Nine months later, Haggen went bankrupt, and Albertsons bought them, along with the dozens of the stores it promised to sell off, at 80% off, turning a massive profit on the scam:

https://www.economicliberties.us/our-work/courage-to-learn/

Now, Albertsons is playing Lucy-with-the-football, promising to sell off 100–375 stores as a condition of the Kroger merger. Only an idiot would trust this promise. Luckily, as Dayen writes, FTC Chair Lina Khan is no idiot. She’s turned antitrust into a “shooting war” by declaring that the age of rubber-stamped mergers is over:

https://mattstoller.substack.com/p/the-antitrust-shooting-war-has-started

Fittingly, that age began with manufactured outrage by the business lobby and its priesthood at the University of Chicago School of Economics over United States v. Von’s Grocery Co, where a 1966 grocery store merger was thwarted.

https://supreme.justia.com/cases/federal/us/384/270/

Vons became the rallying cry of the pro-monopoly lobby and their cult of low-information voters, the “Beghazi” of its day. To hear them tell of it, the insistence that grocery consolidation was bad was a mere superstition, one that made life worse for everyone in service to an incoherent ideology.

But grocery mergers are bad. They produce monopolies who raise prices on the food we need to survive. Today’s “inflation” isn’t the result of sending out too much covid relief to ordinary people — it’s the result of monopolies:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/02/its-the-economy-stupid/#overinflated

And the lack of capacity:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/01/factories-to-condos-pipeline/#stuff-not-money

[Image ID: A brightly lit grocery aisle; at its terminus, looming out from behind the frame, is the upper torso and head of Goya's 'Saturn Devouring His Children.' In the foreground is a dancing 'Rich Uncle Pennybags' from the game Monopoly; he is brandishing a grim reaper's scythe and his features are skull-like.]

[toujokaname]

Card shuffle / Episode 7

Author: Akira

Characters: Niki, Tatsumi, HiMERU, Kohaku, Aira, Rinne, Hiiro, AkanP, Mayoi

"...I've been in your care for a long time, after all."

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Season: Winter

Location: MDM Stage

???: I-I'm so sorry! I'm late!

Niki: W-Woah, what's this?!

Tatsumi: Oh? Who might that person in the suit be, hurrying toward us...?

Are you familiar? Maybe it's a new Crazy:B member?

HiMERU: —You must severely lack interest in us, Tatsumi. Crazy:B is not recruiting newcomers.

Kohaku: Koh koh koh ♪ Who'd wanna join a buncha scumbags like us?

Aira: Well, yeah, Rinne-senpai may be a jerk, but at least the rest of Crazy:B are good people, right?

Kohaku: That's just like you to say, Rabu-han. That is, how's it any different from not understandin' us at all?

Rinne: ......

Hiiro: ...? What's the matter, Nii-san? You're making a bitter face. Did you eat something strange again?

Rinne: Don't talk about me like I'm a habitual food scavenger. I ain't Niki.

Niki: How come I'm always catching strays~?!

Rinne: Anyway! You lot, quit yapping and greet properly.

This person is AkanP, the producer in charge of this project, Matrix.

AkanP: Ah, yes! I'm sorry for not showing up sooner! I've been a bit busy with personal matters...!

Hiiro: Fumu. Come to think of it, I recall seeing that name in the project proposal.

Aira: Hiro-kun's got such a good memory... There were so many names of people, I couldn't keep track of all the details.

Mayoi: I think it can't be helped... The project proposal was filled with minuscule, needlessly intricate text, making it rather challenging to decipher.

And even after reading it all desperately, I still couldn't understand what exactly they were trying to say.

HiMERU: A prime example of a bad project proposal...

(Whispering) ...Hm, so this is the rumored LandmineP.

Kohaku: Ha-haah. So it's Akan-han for bein' an akan (useless) person.

Rinne: Oi, oi, don't start making fun of names, or you might make some HiMERU-kun cry ♪

HiMERU: HiMERU takes pride in the name HiMERU, though?

AkanP: ......

Kohaku: Ah, sorry. It's just, we've caught wind of a lotta weird rumors.

AkanP: It's fine~... I know I've been called a lot of things. Haha, so I'm AkanP because I'm useless.

Kohaku: S-So you do hear folks talkin' smack about you! You never even tried to acknowledge our attempts to reach out!

HiMERU: At this point, your human failure index is quite high. This index measures how useless you are as a human being, with Amag... With Rinne as the benchmark at 100.

HiMERU: By the way, Shiina scores around 85.

Niki: It's higher than I thought it'd be?!

Kohaku: And me? And me?

HiMERU: Oukawa is not a failure as a human being. Right, HiMERU would say about 4 or 5.

Niki: What's with that unfair index that's mostly determined by HiMERU-kun's subjective opinion?!

Rinne: Heh... Only a 5 on the failure index? Garbage.

Kohaku: Ahh? Where do ya get off tellin' me this or that when you're settin' the bar for what a failure should be?

AkanP: Ahaha. You seem to get along better than I expected, that's a relief.

Rinne-kun, you never gave off the impression of being very good at socializing with others.

HiMERU: ? Are you two acquainted?

Rinne: ...I've been exchanging messages with Akan-san regarding this project. That's all.

HiMERU: ? As Oukawa mentioned earlier, we were unable to establish any contact over here...?

Tatsumi: That goes for us as well.

Thanks to that, while we've heard about this Matrix competition, we don't even know what kind of match it'll be.

AkanP: Eh? Rinne-kun, you said you'd inform everyone properly—

Rinne: Aah! Yup, don't sweat it, just leave it to me! I won't do anything to embarrass Akan-san, for real, real ♪

Rinne: ...I've been in your care for a long time, after all.

Aira: ...?

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[steamedtangerine]

For those unaware, the city of Farmington Hills, MI used to play host to a huge food court once called Tally Hall (that much later spawned a band baring the same name) surrounded by a small strip mall called Hunter Square in the 1980s. The food court blew away anything that passes for mall food courts today. A man named Marvin Yagoda (I once worked for his uncle Herman at a dank sports bar in Southfield called McVee's) started putting in co-operated rides and love testers in the mall. Then he started getting old, rustic machines, fortune tellers, and other oddities gathered into a small center section of the food court right next to the Sanrio store.

Tally Hall eventually closed up....and it's memories still thrive on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/12156072137/

Some remnants of Tally Hall still persisted: Anita's Kitchen, The Honey Tree, and one was Marvin's Coin-operated menagerie, which he was able to set-up in a separate business in the 90s called Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum....filled with pinball games, video games, odd animatronics, and many mind-bogglers.

Marvin sadly passed away in 2017.

The city of Farmington Hills is now talking about demolishing the entire building and relocation may be near next to impossible.

My post is by-far not-the only one here on Tumblr making mention of this, but at least I can boast that I was there from the beginning (and not someone who hitched a ride by way of the band Tally Hall) back in the 80s.

Anyway, if anyone cares to sign the online petition-and upon completion they either request a donation or a chance to spread it on the more popular (eww) social media sites- here it is: https://www.change.org/p/save-marvin-s-marvelous-mechanical-museum

So, if anyone cares enough for another roadside attraction for weirdos (much like House on the Rock in Wisconsin or the Coral Castle in Miami) to survive, please take the time to sign.

[marypsue]

I'd love to hear your thoughts on S1 of ST being a tragedy! No main character dies, so I never thought of it that way before

I mean, nobody has to die for a story to be a tragedy (at least, in the modern definition. I'm pretty sure '(almost) everybody dies' is a requirement of Greek tragedies and Renaissance revenge tragedies). But also, no main character dies in season one...if you take season one as part of a series. Which it wasn't originally conceived as.

I am not going looking for copies of the original pitch bible, because I am lazy, and also I only saw them floating around this webbed site. But the show changed a lot from the initial pitch (Joyce had a Long Island accent! Lucas' parents were divorcing! Murray was there and named Terry Ives! Most of what ended up in Hopper's character originally belonged to Mr. Clarke! The original pitch bible is fascinating). And part of the original pitch was a proposal for possible sequels.

The Duffers' proposal for a possible sequel was "It's ten years later, and Eleven is dead".

So that's the setup. Everything that came after season one was made up wholecloth after season one was a hit and people wanted more, but also people loved the adorable little psychic murder child (cue the Duffers shockedpikachu.jpg) and Netflix obviously recognised it would be a bad call to make a new season without her in it. So it makes sense to take season one as a unit, as a self-contained story on its own. You can also take it as part of a whole, but it makes sense to read it first as a complete story. Especially given the thematic drift of later seasons and the way they are...I'm just going to say it, each new season is very much added-on to what came before rather than being built on foundation that the earlier season(s) laid. It is very clear there was never a planned five-season story arc from the beginning. (This isn't necessarily always a bad thing, when it comes to sequels, but it does mean it makes sense to 'read' each season as its own thing.)

Okay, now that we've established all of that. Season one has one very clear goal, one very clear stake for the characters: save Will Byers from the Upside Down. (I like this. It makes the stakes both extremely high and extremely personal, it makes it very easy to understand each character's motivation, it also keeps the stakes grounded in reality. I like this a lot.) And by the end of the season, that goal is accomplished. So at first blush, you're right, season one doesn't look like a tragedy.

But when you start to unpack it a little, you start to see just how many important things were lost along the way. It's most glaringly obvious with Mike and El, with Nancy and Barb. The whole Wheeler family is fractured down the middle, with Mike and Nancy on one side and Ted, Karen, and Holly on the other, and Karen, who's been trying so hard the whole time to be part of her children's lives and understand what's going on with them, is aware of the ever-expanding gulf between them but will never be able to cross it, and will never fully know why. Hopper's finally managed to snatch a kid out of the jaws of death, save a woman he obviously cares about from the pain of losing a child, and Joyce has finally had someone believe her, support her, trust her. But it became blindingly obvious to me on my fourth rewatch that Hopper's plan, from the moment he went to leave the middle school gym, was always to trade El for Will. And that decision (and the fact that Joyce obviously understands that he did something to get the lab to let them go after Will, but she obviously doesn't dare press him on what) has broken her trust in him, and left him with what looks like an equally heavy burden of guilt as what he was carrying before. The lab stays open. The government gets away with everything. No one will ever know the true extent of the hurt they've caused.

And in the end, none of it even saved Will. He's back. He's alive. But he's spitting slugs in the sink. He's permanently marked by the Upside Down, and by trying to hide it from his family, he's putting a crack down the centre of them, as well. They're losing Will, just as surely as they had when they thought he was dead, just without him going anywhere.

And there's still a hole in the world.

The fragile bonds of community, the things that people share in common, the way catastrophe can bring people together and bring out the very best in them, are the major thematic threads woven through season one. Human connection is the only thing that can change what seems inevitable, the only thing that can bring back what's seemingly lost forever.

And it's still not enough to protect anyone from the random tragedy of the world.

The love was there. The love mattered. The love bent the entire course of the world around itself.

And it still wasn't quite enough.

If that's not a tragedy, then I don't know what is.

[maybemoss]

hai moss im curious. what are your favorite scps. :3

mine are pretty basic (049, 999, etc) but I also like 6448 (the not deer) & 783 (the crooked man)!! i haven't been able to check out the less well known scps but i will someday

YES!! i have a lot to say about this wait let me pull something up i made a list

SCP-7000 “The Loser” (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7000) and anything and everything related to william wallace wettle — horrible pathetic wet cat of a man. the world hates him personally and the feeling is mutual. cannot have ONE nice day without something going wrong. by god he deserves a break and he won’t get one. canonically divorced (to the extent that canon is a Thing). there are other articles with him but 7000 is the perfect showcase of the bullshit surrounding this man

SCP-6326 “The Manbear” (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6326) — absolutely fucking hilarious. looks like a generic spooky scp article at first but just scroll down to the first picture and you’ll see what i mean. it’s just punch after punch and it left me IN TEARS laughing. someone calls the manbear hung at some point.

SCP-7243 “Existential Abatement” (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7243) — insanely good but probably relies quite a bit on you already being familiar with the characters present; you can read about them at https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/on-guard-43-hub (particularly SCP-5056, SCP-5243, and The Significant Others A & B) if you want but be warned there’s A LOT there. also has a lot of what i can only call bullshit sci-fi jargon (affectionate) and it’s great but i uh see why it might be off-putting if you’re not used to it

SCP-INTEGER (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-5242) — there’s a guy named Dr. Placeholder McDoctrate in there. do i need to say more.

ANYTHING Undervegas (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/undervegas-hub) — agent calendar my beloved. site-666 my beloved. it’s all great. based on the idea of vegas falling into literal actual hell. the director of the site keeps using everyone’s souls as collateral on bets with demons. if you need a starting point i recommend SCP-4661 but any article works

honestly literally anything with the O5 Council, doesn’t even have to be a specific version of them. see https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/o5-command-dossier for more info. off the top of my head one i really liked is captain kirby’s 001 proposal “O5-13” (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/captain-kirby-s-proposal) but i am INSANE about all of them. i have my own personal OC interpretations of the council and i have been rotating them in my mind for six months straight. they started as a silly thought experiment but have turned into actual fully-fledged Characters and i am sad that they only exist in my brain :(

SCP-7600 “Six Feet Under” (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7600) — it’s been a while since i read this one so i don’t remember ALL the details but it’s about two O5s (4 & 8) and a magic realm. made me Feel Things

OKAY THATS ALL i could dig up more but i’m sleepy and i think this is a pretty good overview. ty for asking!!! :D

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 7 Passion

(Spoilers below)

-Alya is sus of this Marinette suddenly simping over chat noir

-Marinette explains the logic (but it’s ACTUALLY THIRST)

-“Uh, he’s in love with ladybug…” “Same thing” “But he doesn’t know that and you can’t tell”

-Alya tired of this lol. Give this girl a medal

-Okay so I’m gonna say this, Alya is a good friend, I would not be coherent and hearing out my friend before 8 am.

- And she left with her PJ’s (I enjoy this Alyanette)

-GOOD GRAVY THE THIRST ON THESE TEENS!

-Adrien waking up thinking about Marinette.

- Adrien really having a simp morning routine is beautiful

-Plagg really like “Stop this simping” but it ain’t working

-okay who the f*** is this white tampon? Talking like he is cooking Adrien breakfast on the daily?

-Nathalie is worried.

-Nathalie calling Gabriel out on not knowing his son, yet Gabriel acting all chummy. It’s so weird!

-Nathalie really just full of fire today and I love it.

-Adrien too busy simping Marinette to notice.

-Adrien sees the ring and thinks they are a couple.

-Nathalie is like every Adrien stan on this site “I’m only doing this for Adrien”

-I just realized, Adrien thinks he is starting to have a family. Baby boy

-And ARM BAR!

POG

- Nathalie giving Gabe that verbal ass whooping was beautiful. But then Gabe shows he got cataclysmed and was dying.

-damn that’s some emotional blackmail. Well played tampon man.

-“I should get Marinette a ring!” “You gonna propose?” The funny thing is… if this was like a season ago. He could have done that and she would have said yes.

- “poems are for cheese” Plagg is best character

-There is 0 straight answer for Nathalie saying Emilie’s name

-“My dear Nathalie “ Emile says it better

-Adrien my sweet sunshine. You are precious and just reinforcing why Nathalie is going to commit war crimes

-Wait was Nathalie Indiana Jones with Gabriel!?

- Oh! I get it now. Nathalie and Gabriel were both in love with Emilie

-So Nathalie is basically saying I will get akumatized to deliver the promise (both Gabe and Nathalie lying to the other. Good stuff)

-Welp, Marinette still isn’t over Adrien. She still mumbles and fumbles. So good news there. It’s not a reversal.

-And Adrien goes from simping to sad thinking about what’s going on with Nathalie.

-Marinette being a good person

-and from sad to simping again. Adrien has two emotions XD

-And Marinette really be like “No one told me what to do once sempai noticed me!”

-Plagg suddenly cares that s*** is going wrong? I’m sus of this. (Plagg meeting Tikki to talk is cute tho)

-Tikki really be like “don’t worry my holder is a mess”

-Damn Tikki! She really letting Marinette out to dry like that!

-Ooo her akuma name is safari! And she is going to use her old outfit.

-okay THAT WAS A COOL ASS AKUMATIZATION

-Also Safari is a baddie

-OH NO! She has the Goat! She can make all her gear!

-SIX POWERS!!? WTF OP!!!

-oh damn, the hunt is on!!!

-Chloe is hilarious.

-Marinette, Your simping is showing

-OOOOH Now I get it

-LADYBUG NO! Your simping will doom us all!

-Ohh stun darts. That’s not good.

-Looks like chat noir is gonna carry today

-“This is harassment!” Him dodging arrows

-Chat noir earning MVP today!

-the dart hits the statues butt! Chat noir figured out what it does!

-OHHH THE ARROW HAD VENOM!

-Okay so Genesis, venom, Fetch, and Mirage. What are the other two powers?

-Plagg pointing out what happened and telling Adrien he loves him

-Marinette scared she lost her miraculous but Chatnoir explaining the situation AND the plan WHICH MEANS!!!!

-Kwami swap (but will it erase my hatred of Reflekdoll?)

-wait… Is Adrien really thinking about the wish!? Oh damn!!!

-Marinette explaining how the wish would basically do an equivalent exchange, meaning IT WOULD just alter it not fix.

-Damn that sucks

- NOW THE KWAMI SWAP!

-Ladynoire more like Ladysimp!

-“Don’t flatten my partner’s Gorgeous face!”

-Safari got a whip, now watch her Nae Nae… I will see myself out

-“My suit has a weird influence on you!” XD

-Safari just Made Monarch shut up. MAX LEVEL

-MISTERBUG lucky charm!

-Did… Adrien figure out the lucky charm by himself? Hold on,

- Ladynoire can’t control her simping.

-THIS IS WHAT I WANTED FROM A KWAMI SWAP! THIS RIGHT HERE

-This was a battle of thirst and Marinette wins easy

- MISTERBUG being adorable

-MARINETTE CONTROL YOUR THIRST (she just Rawred)

-I can feel the physical manifestation of the facepalm

-Nathalie is there only one I trust with Adrien as his guardian (and Gorilla)

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I now dub this the Anti-Reflekdoll episode.

It is everything I wanted and more.

I do wish they didn’t try to make Gabriel sympathetic. But I loved the episode

Nathalie being an absolute best character

The kwami swap done right

THE SIMPING

Beautiful

9.5/10

[yamayuandadu]

Christmas special: Santa and his helpers. Divine living fossils in Greek sources

For reasons unknown to me, while poorly researched hot takes like “Aphrodite is LITERALLY Inanna” (nevermind that that in areas which plausibly had contact with Greece the closest analog to Inanna would be Ashtart, notably dissimilar to Aphrodite) are repeated over and over again, the actual presence of specific eastern deities under their actual names in Greek sources seems to be a matter mostly of interest to experts in Bronze Age Anatolia. Even generally credible sites will overlook them. Obviously, part of the problem is that the survival of Bronze Age Anatolian deities - whether Hittite, Luwian, Palaic, Hattian or Hurrian - in the Iron Age was the exception, not the rule. The situation is still weird, though. The following article is meant to shed some light on the two main examples, Santa and Maliya - or, according to Greek sources, Sandas and Malis. Needless to say, Santa has nothing to do with Santa Claus; I’m publishing this as a Christmas special only because the accidental homophony is funny to me.

Santa

Santa’s name has a variety of spellings in cuneiform, with either a ta or a da, and transcriptions both with and without diacritics (specifically, with š - read like the English sh sound in “cash” and so on - in place of s) can be found in literature. Variable orthography was not uncommon for names written phonetically rather than logographically. I admit I went with “Santa” here entirely because it’s funny. There’s also a variety of derivative Greek forms, but we’ll get to that in time. Santa’ career began in the earliest textual sources from Anatolia, the texts from the Assyrian trading colony, so-called karum, Kanesh (modern Kultepe in Turkey). These have been dated to roughly 1800 BCE, and are largely just the ancient version of store receipts, legal agreements and guarantees. The early attestations of Santa are therefore basically limited to theophoric names, ie. names invoking the name of a deity, and do not offer much information about his character, beyond telling us that he was viewed as an appropriate figure  to name children after by some of the locals the Assyrian traders did business with. The only thing which might shed some more light on what sort of deity he was is his name. Its precise origin remains unknown, though there is a reasonably popular theory that it comes from one of the Anatolian languages, perhaps Luwian, and that it can be translated as “the furious one” or something to that effect. Luckily, later sources do offer a bit more insight. Texts written in either Hittite or Luwian pretty consistently portray Santa as a warlike deity armed with a bow. He also had some sort of connection to the plague, being invoked against it in rituals. Seemingly he was not a solo act in the Bronze Age sources, his entourage included Annarumenzi (“the forceful ones”) and Marwainzi (“the dark ones”), two groups apparently sharing his interests. Santa was also persistently associated with Iyarri, a plague and war deity similarly armed with a bow. In addition to shared interests in war, plagues and archery, the two also shared roughly the same circle of attendant deities. An interesting thing to note is that there is a single text which refers to Iyarri as female, but since it describes an omen seen in a dream and so far has no parallels, it remains a matter of heated debate if it means that this name referred to more than one deity, that Iyarri’s gender was variable for one reason or another, or simply that it’s a strange dream vision which does not necessarily reflect anything anyone ever actually believed about Iyarri. I personally find the first two options reasonable as temporary assumptions to stick to until more material surfaces, but your mileage might vary. Last but not least, a single text links Santa with Iyaya, a goddess of springs; it has been proposed she was his wife but due to scarcity of sources caution is advised. Sometimes spousal relations between deities are presumed based on too little evidence, which Steve A. Wiggins once satirized by noting applying the same logic to Christian saints would lead to theologically puzzling interpretations. After the collapse of the Hittite state, Santa disappeared from available records for a few centuries, just to resurface when the Neo-Assyrian Empire expanded into eastern Anatolia. Evidently he retained a degree of importance in the eyes of kings of so-called “Neo-Hittite” states, which confusingly were mostly Luwian-speaking (they also used a unique writing system in addition to cuneiform, Luwian hieroglyphs aka Anatolian hieroglyphs, but this is a long story in itself). As far as I can tell, this is also the first time when we get an indication he was the city god of Tarsus. The city does already appear in earlier sources, though to my knowledge no texts associate it with Santa. Still, the consensus view is that presumably the local political situation has been relatively stable between the end of the Bronze Age and the Neo-Assyrian expansion, which also meant local religion did not change much. It also seems plausible Santa was doing fine all along further west in Lydia, but we know very little about the western half of Anatolia in the Bronze Age so whether he was already present there earlier or if he was introduced at some point - perhaps by refugees from collapsed cities in Hittite territory - cannot be determined.

A coin from the reign of Caracalla showing Sandas and a horned lion (Wikimedia Commons) The Neo-Assyrian evidence of Santa continuing his career is not exactly plentiful, but it can be supplemented with quite literally dozens, if not more, references starting in the fifth century BCE or so. Coins from Tarsus from both Hellenistic and Roman periods depict him; theophoric names are incredibly plentiful; and due to Greek presence in the area, he starts to appear in Greek texts. A few different forms of the name are attested in this context: Sandas, Sandes, Sandon and so on. Note that Sandan is incorrect, and if you see it, you’ve stumbled upon someone trying to convince you The Golden Bough is still credible, since this misspelling is Frazer’s fault. Nominally, the interpretatio graeca of Santa was Heracles - how come, we do not really know; note Heracles was VERY commonly used as a translation of foreign deities, though. I think assuming it boils down to both being portrayed as formidable warriors, as a number of experts do, is sensible. You can find quite a lot of examples of this link in primary sources, it even pops up in Nonnus’ Dionysiaca. However, nothing is ever as simple as it sounds, and functionally “Sandas” remained essentially an entirely separate deity. A tradition which hardly aligns with presenting him as an alternate name of Heracles can be found in two sources: implicitly in the writings of Dio Chrysostom, and much more explicitly in those of  Stephanos of Byzantium, both of whom likely depended on accounts of local tradition from Tarsus. According to Dio, Tarsus was founded by a titan, while Stephanus outright calls Sandas one of them, and a brother of Cronus, Rhea, Iapetus, and a number of mysterious figures: Adanos, Olumbros and Ostasos. The presence of Iapetus is the real oddity to me, honestly - Kronos and Rhea are not unexpected, they are well attested, were worshiped for example in Olympia, and they do appear alongside “non-standard” titans at times, a good example being Ophion and Eurynome, but he’s not exactly an a-lister himself even among titans; I cannot really explain why he’s here. What about the other names? All of them seem to be deities originating in Cilica, specifically city gods. Adanos was the mythical eponymous founder of Adana; Olymbros might be related to a city from Hittite sources, Ellibra (there’s also a “Zeus Olybris”, possibly a related epithet), and Ostasos is otherwise unattested, but presumably also represented a city based on the context of this passage. The last two gods are so obscure that as of the 21st of December 2022 googling Olymbros brought up rather few results:

In a way, the Cilician gods enumerated by Stephanos certainly did fit the label of titans - they truly were theoi proteroi, obviously not in the way Hesiod used this term, but in much more literal way. They were, essentially, divine living fossils.

Maliya

While Santa is the best attested example of a Bronze Age Anatolian deity living on in Greek sources, he is not the only one. Most often, his fate is compared to that of Maliya. She has much in common with Santa, in that both of them first appear in Kanesh in theophoric names, both appear in both Hittite and Luwian sources, and both survived until the Hellenistic period and acquired well attested associations with Greek deities, both via interpretatio and as independent figures. The meaning of Maliya’s name is unknown - or at least, there is no widely agreed upon explanation. A recent theory is that it might be derived from a term referring to “mental force” or something along these lines. She was in origin a river goddess, but she was also associated with gardens and, perhaps unexpectedly, with craftsmanship, especially with leather working. She had assistants named Maliyanni, “the small Maliyas” (yes, really) who have been compared in scholarship to Greek nymphs; something that will be relevant later. A curiosity worth mentioning here is that in addition to her Hittite-Luwian career, Maliya was seemingly also adopted by Hurrians in the kingdom of Kizzuwatna (normally it was the other way around - due to prestige of Hurrian culture, Luwians and Hittites adopted Hurrian deities). She was worshiped during a local Kizzuwatnean royal festival, ḫišuwa. In related texts, she appears in esteemed company, the creme de la creme of the western variant of the Hurrian pantheon. Among the deities invoked are Ishara, the tutelary goddess of Ebla already attested in the very oldest texts from Syria; Allani, the queen of the dead (portrayed as upbeat and friendly in her only literary appearance, and remarkably popular); Nupatik (one of the oldest and most broadly distributed Hurrian gods) in two hypostases; and oddities like Kurri, possibly a relic of the once politically powerful cult of Kura, the head of the Eblaite pantheon. So far no studies seem to investigate the reasons behind Maliya’s survival after the fall of the Hittite empire, so there is no explanation I can offer. At most occasional speculation about there in fact being two only linguistically related Maliyas can be found in scholarship. The evidence postdating the Bronze Age comes chiefly from Lycia and Lydia. Lydians seem to be responsible for the form of the name also found in Greek sources, Malis; Lydians stuck with the original Maliya. Her character changed to a degree compared to the Bronze Age, for example she might have developed a distinctly warlike side. In both Lycia and Lydia, Maliya developed a close association with Greek Athena. It was so close there is a Lycian depiction of the judgment of Paris where the other figures appear under transcribed Greek names, but Athena is replaced by Maliya! We also have the inscription in Lydian dedicated to her from the temple of Athena in Pergamon. What was this connection based on? Experts are not entirely sure. It wasn’t even necessarily entirely theological: Athena was prominent on Rhodes, and Rhodes was in turn influential politically in Anatolia. However, it cannot be ruled out that it was based on a shared association - either with warfare, craftsmanship, wisdom or just with specific cities. Despite the power of this specific case of interpretatio, similarly in Santa’s case, Maliya also had a separate role under her own name in Greek texts. Hipponax records a short prayer to her, which does not really say anything about her character. A single poem from Lesbos describes her as a weaver; there’s an admittedly recent and not yet widely accepted theory based on it, courtesy of Ian Rutherford, that if Arachne was not an invention of Ovid, she might have had her forerunner in a hitherto unknown adversary of Maliya, which could account for the story taking place in a Lydian city. However, my favorite reference to Maliya/Malis comes from Theocritus’ Idylls: in the well known episode about the abduction of Hylas carried out by nymphs, specifically naiads, one of them is inexplicably named Malis.

In other words, one of these nymphs in the famous Waterhouse painting might be her, if you want to believe. Worth noting is that this might indicate preservation of information about Maliya’s original character as a river goddess, something absent from Lycian and Lydian sources. However, note that the Maliades, naiads associated with the river Spercheois, are not related - this name is instead linked to the completely unrelated toponym Malis. Finally, there is an oddity which may or may not indicate a connection existed specifically between Maliya and Santa. Hellanikos states that a certain Malis, a slave of queen Omphale, had a son, Akeles, with Heracles. It has been argued that this might be a distant memory of a myth about Santa and Maliya, but as those two are not directly connected anywhere else, this is not exactly plausible.

In place of a bibliography

I recently finished obviously less humorous rewrite of the wikipedia Maliya article, created shiny new ones for Iyaya and Iyarri, and I am currently working on Santa but I failed to complete that one on time. All the sources used can be found there. I will add a small disclaimer, though: while Rutherford’s 2017 article is excellent as a source of information about Sandas, the few paragraphs devoted to Nergal are questionable, especially the baffling theory trying to connect Erragal with Heracles. Erragal was a separate deity from Nergal, and I do not think you can draw any real parallels between Heracles and a minor deity whose claims to fame include being married to the goddess of butchers (actually better attested than her husband) and a rather minor role in the flood myth as one of the deities tasked with wreaking havoc (next to such luminaries of the Mesopotamian pantheon Shullat and Hanish)... 

[emuwarum]

Bearded Dragon Species

I will start with the ones most common as pets and move down. This is a very informal thing, based mostly off my own knowledge/assumptions and selected bits from their wikipedia articles, if there's much at all to select. The one I am most knowledgeable on but have no scientific knowledge on would be the Western Bearded, so in that lies the most paragraphs.

Pogona Vitticeps/Central Bearded Dragon

This is the one that the majority of people are familiar with, being most common in the pet trade. These have many morphs, some just changing the colour and some like silkbacks being harmful. The large majority of bearded dragon knowledge centres around these guys, and many do not know that there are other species.

Taking this information from wikipedia, I am told this species can grow up to 60cm/24in, with the tail accounting for more than half. They are skilled climbers and opportunistic omnivores. They do not vocalise except to hiss softly when threatened. The age of sexual maturity has not been measured but is estimated to be 1-2 years old (add more info if you have experience with this) and females lay a clutch of 11-30 eggs. Wikipedia doesn't say about brumation, but they do that (add on the specifics)

The bulk of captive bred dragons today are thought to have originated from stock illegally exported out of Australia in the 1970's. The species was first scientifically described by German zoologist Ernst Ahl in 1926/7 (in the sentence it says 6, on the binomial name it says 7). It was also placed in Amphibolurus (despite the name, that is a genus of Australian lizards)

The first paragraph is all my own knowledge, the rest just a few bits from wikipedia. Kinda funny how these guys get paragraphs and paragraphs while Rankin's is like a third of the length.

Pogona Henrylawsoni/Rankin's Dragon/Black-soiled Bearded Dragon. Also called the Pygmy dragon although this name is shared with other small Pogona species.

This is the next most common pet, and uhhh. Wikipedia doesn't have much knowledge, and the random article I found is saying stuff about keeping them in colonies and that doesn't sound right considering what I already know. I'm just going to skim wikipedia and come back with that and what I assume, but please feel free to add on or correct anything that isn't right.

Rankin's are usually under 30cm/12in, with a shorter and blunter snout than the Central. The lifespan is 6-8 years (I would say probably longer). Most specimens are descended from dragons who were illegally exported in 1980 (seems to be a running theme) it is a social species (?). It was named in honour of the Australian poet Henry Lawson, by Richard Walter Wells and C. Ross Wellington (I think? Not entirely clear) and the species was involved in the Wells and Wellington affair, a dispute over 3 papers published without peer review that reorganised the taxonomy of all Australia's and New Zealand's native reptiles and amphibians and proposed over 700 changes to the binomial nomenclature of the regions herpetofauna (not entirely sure what that means but cool).

What I know and assume about the species is some behaviour different to a Central, I am unsure about the diet but I assume it might be mostly similar to the Central. Their proportions are different, they do not grow so large. I also assume they brumate but do not know the details. I don't know or assume much else.

Funny thing, the site I got these maps from call Pogona Minima the western bearded and call Pogona Minor the dwarf bearded dragon. I don't actually know how old this site is, but the first map is for Minima, second for Minor, third for Mitchells. The site has a few interesting anecdotes so I'll link it at the bottom of the post

Pogona Minor Minor/Western Bearded Dragon, Pogona Minor Minima, Pogona Minor Mitchelli. I don't know the other names for them though I have heard them called dwarf bearded dragons sometimes.

These are the guys I have the most personal experience with, although it seems wikipedia has zero. 'due to their small size it is likely they are insectivorous rather than herbivorous like other bearded dragon species' wh. They are kept in captivity perhaps ask someone who keeps them. Perhaps someone should actually put some information on this page what is happening here. I guess I'm going to do all of this myself then

So! Westerns are much much smaller than other bearded dragons, still small enough that his body and a fifth of his tail can fit in my whole hand. To my knowledge there aren't really morphs, they can only legally be pets in Western Australia, which has the smallest human population of any state despite being the largest in size. These guys are not especially affectionate like how a Central might 'snuggle', but they will trust you for warmth and climb on your arm when you want to go somewhere so they can use you as a basking spot. Such a rude Little Man.

They do brumate, but there isn't a whole lot of behaviour when they start. They just sleep longer and come out every other week, to feed a little, poop and drink water. Mine is especially thirsty whenever he is brumating. This lasts for about halfway through Autumn/whenever it gets permanently chilly, and leave brumation once it's gotten to a not-so chilly part of spring. I don't know how this works in the wild but it's how it works for mine specifically.

I don't know everything about the diet, but they definitely eat way more bugs and less salad as adults than any other dragons do. I honestly think they could do fine on an bug only diet, or at least survive but offering salad makes mine behave much happier and energetic, and it was only after I started doing this did I see him do headbobbing.

They definitely like to climb, I don't know about digging but he doesn't show any digging behaviours. They sometimes do a scorpion tail pose a little after zoomies, or when they are annoyed? The only time I have seen one with a black beard was with one I had when I was 9, he climbed out the top of his cage and had a stareoff with the cat. That was when his previous cage broke so we had to use a temporary one before getting a suitable one.

My current one shows displeasure by reverse pancaking and going still, only jerking his whole body to one direction away from the bother. His whole body goes dark during this. He shows some behaviours before doing this so I start to leave him alone as soon as I recognise those.

If you have any of your own info please feel free to add! A lot of the info out there is just bullshit (I'm looking at you site that said they're endangered and it's illegal to breed them in captivity) so any information based off experience is always helpful! Also, wikipedia and other info sites may show a bias to the Central, but at least I've got.. uh 6 paragraphs specifically about Westerns.

Pogona Barbata/Eastern Bearded Dragon, wikipedia also tells me it is called the Common Bearded Dragon, Bearded Lizard, Jew Lizard (?), frilly lizard.

Originally described by Georges Cuvier in 1829, it is 50cm/20in - 60cm/24in length. It is usually a dark colour, and the inside of the mouth is a bright orange yellow (This is the only page that says the mouth colour. Anyone want to describe the other species?) These guys perform beard displays more than Centrals do.

Wikipedia tells me that this species can change it's sex makeup through hot temperatures, and can change from male to female and have offspring with males. I.. do not know a thing about this, but it doesn't say it happens in the egg like the other species so.

The diet is mostly insects and small animals, but wikipedia tells me it also eats leaf vegetables in captivity. So uhh wikipedia where's the section on this species in captivity? No? (If any of you know about Eastern's in captivity please tell what you know)

I don't know about this species brumation habits or other behaviours.

Pogona Nullarbor/Nullarbor Bearded Dragon. Named by some guy named Badham in 1976. That is.. literally the only information on the page besides 2 references and the endangered status/taxonomy stuff on the side.

Uhhhh, if you know about them please say something? This page doesn't even have any pictures or show where they are found.

there was this photo on the reference, so hey they live in WA!

Diagnosis: A moderately large, short-snouted, short-tailed Pogona with wide, strongly depressed body. Further distinguishable from P. minor by 3-7 rows of large spines (rather than a single row of small spines) along dorsoventral angle of body, pale narrow transverse dorsal bands, and smooth mucronate (rather than keeled) ventrals [STORR 1982]

and this above bit as the text on the reference as well as a holotype name and more references from papers that only a few are linked.

Pogona Microlepidota/Kimberley Bearded Dragon, Small-scaled Bearded Dragon, Drydale Bearded Dragon. Named by Ludwig Glauert in 1952. Once more the only information on the page. There are photos on the reference from iNaturalist but I can't get them into the post so I will just copy paste the description

Diagnosis: A large Pogona with relatively small and narrow head and wide and strongly depressed body. Further distinguishable from P. minor by its 3-5 rows of large spines (rather than one row of small spines) along dorsoventral angle of body [STORR 1982]

Most sources I see online say 8 species of Bearded Dragon but wikipedia says only 6 that are Pogona. Interesting

Also, feel free to please add any information that you have! I know this post is not the most accurate, and maybe a little rambling but I'm trying to start a conversation! We really need better info on all the species, because the vast majority is tailored specifically to Centrals as pets.

And then theres this?????? I honestly don't know what's happening here (besides the bad idea to put them together) is that supposed to be pogona minor mitchelli????? I don't know.

also the site I got the maps from, if wikipedia thought it was good enough as a source I think it's good enough.

[madmilez]

Car sike

Sadly enough the idea for cars like came to us when we were still under 21 years old. I was picked up by my dead father's best friend when I was about 16 years old. He showed up at my house and wanted me to come and hang out with him. Being my father's best friend I was quite excited at the time. As it turns out he basically just assumed I had money and wanted to use it to buy crack cocaine. I had my friend and my fiance with me. He asked us if we wanted to buy some coke and go to his house and get high. We were all for it well at least I know I was but when he came back out from the dope house he said he had bad news. Apparently he could only get crack cocaine instead of just regular cocaine. I could feel my friend and my fiance's eyes on me waiting to see how I was going to react. I knew they were staring at me and I knew they did not feel like this was a good idea and it definitely was not however I paid for the damn drugs and I'd never done crack cocaine before so there was no way anyone was going to talk me out of it. The next thing you know we're all high as f*** at this dude's house the only thing inside the house was a couch a couple of chairs and a CD player that only had one CD which included two songs. One of the songs was life's been good to me so far which I'll Never Get Out of My Head after having listened to it a thousand times. So you got this old school dude his Ultra s***** girlfriend me my fiance who at the time was 15 years old and my friend who is the same age as me all high as f*** in what is obviously a crack house. Next thing you know we run out of dope. My friend had a car with a title and a spare key. We had both already sold our Xboxes and at that age we really didn't have much else. So I proposed the idea that we go to the city to the dopeman's house and we have my Dad's friend whose name was Les follow us in his vehicle we sell the car to the dope man telling him that there's no title just throw away car for 300 bucks worth of dope. Everyone agreed we went and sold the car to the dope man drove back smoked all the dope and then went and used the spare key to steal the car back. And thus car sike was born.

The second time I pulled a car site was in South Carolina. This was years later I was in my mid twenties when it happened. I called a guy who I worked for in South Carolina from Oklahoma where I was at at the time and talk to him for a while telling him out wish I could get out of Oklahoma. He told me if I came back to South Carolina he would give me my old job back with a pay raise a vehicle that I could drive around in and and give me a place to stay. When I arrived the place to stay that he had referred to turned out to be a storage unit and if you do not know anything about South Carolina it's a hot it's f****** the summertime. He equipped me with a fan from an old air conditioner which I guess sufficed still I sweat my balls off in that damn thing. I end up meeting a dope dealer who lived in the apartment complex where the storage building was. I started buying dope from him I guess out of boredom and plus you know cocaine is amazing. I guess it's the main reason I don't do it anymore it's just too good. Anyways I burn through several hundred dollars one night was sitting there wishing I had more about 3 hours from the time I was supposed to go to work. The jeep that my employer had given me to drive around and was not actually given to me it was just loan to me for the time that I was there. Well I got the idea to sell him the Jeep I asked him how much you would give me for it he said all he had was $400 worth. I doubt the jeep was even worth that really it was about to take a s*** any moment. So I drove it the $150 yards from where it was parked to the door that led into his apartment building turned it off and when he came outside I got the dope. I noticed that he was super fried he probably smoked a hundred blunts that night and his dumbass didn't even ask me for the key. So I went back smoked all the dope just before Sun up I finished it. Yes I smoked $400 worth of cocaine in less than 3 hours. So at that point I sent him a text it said dude your dumbass didn't even get the key from me. I should also tell you that that's not really even my Jeep and the owner will probably be there to get it today as I left him the key. So yeah you just got got for $400 but if you really want my advice you should stop selling dope and ruining people's lives. Car sike!!! Then I blocked his number. The moral of the story don't buy cars from me for dope.

[red-writes]

Career oriented 

Escort! Bakugou x Reader

Your entire life you've been focused solely on your career, you've sacrificed a lot      of things, people and time to get where you are and it’s paid off, now you're a millionaire who is also a virgin and never had a boyfriend in their life. Your friend recommends you a male escort service. At first you hire him to go on dates and do other things couples do but the relationship develops far beyond what you could've imagined, now you're laying under him begging him to be your first. 

cw: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, reader is a capitalist lmao, I mean reader is a virgin but its not rlly virginity loss bc its not focused around that but reader does lose her virginity, unedited (but what's new)

a/n: I mean we always hear abt sugar daddies, I need rich reader pls also- monoma is a rich bitch y'all can't fight me on this he got that rich bitch mentality.

The words ‘hard worker’ were understatements when it came to describing you. Pretty much all of your life was spent working, growing your small business with your own two hands. Now money was never an issue. A huge house with several bathrooms, fancy bags and cars, all the things you've ever wanted were now in your possession except maybe one thing. Seeing happy couples holding hands as they walked around in the park, kissing and calling each other pet names, seeing them stirred a feeling of longing inside of you. 

While it’s true that now you'd never want for anything else in your life, you still wanted something money couldn't buy you, love.

 A small tap to your shoulder brought you out of your daze.

“Your eggs are going to get cold..” Todoroki mentioned and you gave him a small smile before prodding your fork in the perfectly scrambled egg. 

“Hey, don't tell me you're thinking about that shareholders meeting this week” Monoma groans and you shake your head.

“Then what is it?” Momo wondered as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. 

“It’s just- you guys all have someone you know romantically” you say as you rest your fork on the plate, deciding that you weren't really in the mood to eat anymore. 

Monoma scoffs, “Yeah barely...I almost broke up with shinso after that last stunt he pulled in the club” 

Momo giggles, “You're still with him?” 

His face dusts pink in embarrassment as he looks away, “A-anyway, why don't you try getting an escort” Monoma recommends and it was your turn for your face to warm. 

“An e-escort?! You do realize who we are right? If someone in here were to hear us talk about such a thing..” Momo whisper-yells and Todoroki’s eyebrow quirks up

“We all know I met Izuku through a sugar daddy website though-”

You clear your throat, “I’m not necessarily looking for you know..sex...just maybe someone to spend time with Monoma” You clarify and he's rummaging through his pockets to find his phone, he fiddles with it before showing you what the site looks like.

“Duh, escorts just get paid for their time not necessarily sex, I’ll send you the link to the website” He tells you and you sigh thoughtfully, if that was really the case then it wouldn't be so wrong to hire some cute eye candy right? 

Momo waves over the waiter, “We’ll have the check please”

“Certainly ma'am” 

+

You sat at your office’s desk with the website pulled up. You'd triple checked to make sure your door was locked, you still had a reputation to uphold as the CEO of your company, you'd be traumatized if one of your employees saw you hiring an escort. 

You scrolled through the many many options of guys. Each profile consisted of a headshot of the escort along with a bio that consisted of maybe a paragraph and . You really couldn't find anyone that suited your tastes personally, until your mouse hovered over a blonde guy. 

His bio was notably shorter than everyone else’s and in his picture he looked mean, eyebrows furrowed and red eyes staring menacingly at you and yet you found yourself clicking the ‘hire!’ button next to his name. Even though he looked like his favorite hobby was stealing candy from a baby, but his looks (as shallow as that may seem) were really speaking to you and the you between your legs if you were honest.

Bakugou Katsuki huh..well he seemed worth a try. 

+

You had been through countless scenarios were you were rightfully terrified. 

Being on a date had to be the scariest out of all of them.

Bakugou was sitting in front of you, he stirred his straw around in his coffee and looked at you while you struggled to contain the rabid beating of your heart in your chest. 

“S-So..What- um..-”

“Just relax” He interrupts, his voice sounded so nice, deep and smooth like a rich dark chocolate. It only manages to make you more nervous. 

“I’m sorry- I haven't actually done this before” you confess with a nervous chuckle, hands gripping your tea cup brutally. 

He gives you this half smile and you're unsure of wether he's actually human or a demi-god at this point. “I can tell, but don't worry there's no reason to be” 

You feel slightly comforted by his words and feel yourself let loose a little, “Okay, Bakugou, what do you like to do?” you ask.

“I like going to the gym” he shrugs, “I’m not really Interesting, I’m more curious about you” he says, he places his elbow on the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand and leans in to you. His skin is so clear- not a blemish in sight and his eyes are practically burning a hole into your soul.

“M-me? I do nothing too important..I like to sew” you respond, taking a sip of your jasmine tea. You didn't necessarily want to tell him about who you were or what you did just yet, money and status only complicate things. For now, you just wanted to be a normal young woman going out on a date. 

“Come on, don't be shy, I know there's more to you than sewing” He says, removing the straw from his coffee and placing it on a neighboring napkin. 

You bite into your bottom lip, “Well, I honestly don't do much besides work, it’s taken up so much time in my life I can't say I do much else” you admit and Bakugou hums thoughtfully. He doesn't respond for a bit, the sounds of the coffee shop fill the silence instead. 

“Okay, I have an idea” 

You cock your head to the side curiously.

“Let’s ditch the formalities and go have some real fun, I think its about time you lived your life” he proposes and your mouth hands open. Was he serious? He looked it. You couldn't help the giddy feeling that bubbled up within you, a feeling you hadn't felt in a long time, excitement. It made you feel young again. 

“What do you say?”

“Alright!” 

+

The two of you spent all day together, visiting various hidden places around the city, you did shopping and even some sightseeing. For the first time in a while you felt alive, like you were actually a person and not just a unfeeling robot who simply lived to work. 

Your last stop was a park. With a large lake in the center Bakugou suggested you guys feed the birds before heading home. With a handful of birdseed you gently sprinkled some into the water and watched the geese gobble it up.

“When I was five, I had a huge fear of geese..” Bakugou admits and you're chuckling.

“No way, really?” you turned to face him and when you do he’s already looking at you, smiling fondly, eyes filled with an emotion that you really couldn't seem to put your finger on.

“What? Do I have something on my face that you're not telling me about?” You pout and he shakes his head before turning his attention back to the birds as he sprinkles more of the food into the lake. 

“No, just realized somethin’” 

The sun’s beginning to set now, the sky is illuminated by hues of orange and pink. You nudge him with your arm, “Realized what?” 

He turns back to face you, there's an adoring look on his face. 

“You look pretty when you're having fun” 

A look of surprise crosses your features before your ears burn in embarrassment at the sudden compliment, the butterflies in your stomach flutter around more and more the longer you two stare at each other. 

“Thanks” You mumble before looking down at your palm full of birdseed. 

+

Dates with Bakugou become more and more frequent after that. The two of you often meeting up more than you meet up with your regular friends. Bakugou doesn't even charge you anymore, even though you've tried to tell him it was fine he still insisted otherwise. The two of you even exchanged numbers and spoke quite often on the phone. Texts like,

‘this song reminded me of you’ and ‘don't work too hard, idiot’ were often exchanged. 

After maybe a month of this happening you realized that the warm feeling you got in your chest whenever Bakugou brushed your hair into place or stopped to tie your shoe for you or even when he texted you good morning wasn't because you appreciated him being a good friend, you liked him. It took a month to finally decipher your feelings for him but once you did..what the heck were you supposed to do now?

Never once in your life had you confessed to someone let alone dated them, what would happen to your friendship with Bakugou if things didn't work out? You didn't want to stop being friends with him, you loved being with him, he was the reason you finally started taking breaks and learned to relax. 

You had a ton of questions to answer for yourself but you couldn't do it right now, you had a date with Bakugou. He told you to dress up and you weren't sure where you were going but you trusted him to take you somewhere you'd enjoy. Around 8pm like promised, he was there to pick you up. His car was fairly nice, you assumed his high pay rates were being used for something but now you know what. He was wearing a black three piece suit, it was crisp and you could clearly tell it was expensive, his hair was slicked back and he had a single diamond stud in his left ear. He looked damn good. It was making you a little nervous about how fancy this place actually was. 

The drive to dinner was unusually quiet. Bakugou typically did most of the conversations with you seeing as you were mostly an awkward sausage but tonight was different, he had a stern look on his face and you felt a little worried. Bakugou noticed your nervous look in the rearview mirror and without skipping a beat placed his hand gently upon your thigh and gave it a small squeeze, this thumb moved back and forth in a soothing manner. All without taking his eyes off the road. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine and you bit your lip from potentially making any noise, you turned your head to face the window to prevent him from seeing the look on your face. 

+

Bakugou was right about the restaurant being fancy. The place was full of people you could recognize, everyone from business moguls to celebrities, it was almost a little intimidating but you knew probably how tough it was for Bakugou to even get a table reserved at this place so you decided to instead choke down any kindlings of anxiety and replace it with a gratefulness for his hard work.

You swirled the champagne around in your glass while Bakugou took a bite out of his steak, the atmosphere between you two was a little awkward and it hadn't been like this since the two of you met it was a little alarming. 

“Is something wrong..?” you ask after gently resting the glass back on the table, he wipes his mouth with his napkin and sighs.

“I’m sorry that- I seem so weird tonight” he apologizes and you shake your head.

“No no don't worry about it, I’m just worried something bad happened” you tell him, you lean forward and place your hand on his. His fingers lace themselves with yours and for a moment it feels like its just the two of you in the restaurant together. 

“Nothing bad, actually something good” he explains and you're giving him a small smile

“Something good?” you question and he leans in even closer to you.

“I mean, ever since I started hanging out with you I feel like my life's changed, I’m not one to be super cheesy but I just- fuck..I like you” his face is turning a light pink and in a moment of courage you close the small distance between the two of you and press your lips against his. He immediately reciprocates the kiss, his hand sneaks up your forearm and settles on your elbow using it to pull you in closer. 

When the kiss finally breaks the two of you are a panting mess, then you hear the waiter clear his throat and Bakugou uses his thumb to wipe the lipstick from the corner of his lips.

“Check, please”

+

Upon entering your home, there wasn't much speaking. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as his hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of your dress. The two of you blindly walked backwards until you tripped backwards onto the couch. Bakugou completely stripped you of your dress and  laid it across the back of the couch, your hands made quick work of his pants unbuttoning and unzipping them, he kicked them off eagerly uncaring of where the fabric was strewn. He cupped your cheek and continued to kiss you as he helped you wiggle out of your underwear. He sucked in a breath at feeling how wet you already were.  He ran a finger up and down your slit before gently nudging a finger inside. 

The sensation was foreign, it felt odd at first but the more he kept twisting and thrusting the finger inside of you the better it began to feel. He slid in another one and began making a scissor motion inside of you. Your hips raised off the cushions of the couch, you moaned into the kiss and eventually he pulled away from it, instead opting to kiss the skin of your neck. Your moans along with the wet sounds of his fingers fingering you open filled the space. It felt good, you could feel the knots in your stomach threaten to untangle the harder his fingers fucked themselves into you. 

His movements slowly came to a halt and he slid his fingers out. Your eyes clouded with tears and your legs were shaking, disappointed that he stopped when you were so close. He pulled his cock from his underwear and began stroking it over you.

“Ready?” He asks as he grinds his cock against your twitching entrance and you're gripping his shoulder before he makes another move. 

“A-actually..please just be gentle its-i’ve never done this before” you confess and his eyes widen for once, taken aback by your sudden profession. He gives you a small nod, “Promise.”

With one smooth stroke he bottoms out within you. Your back is arching off the couch as your mouth hangs open in a silent cry. The feeling is an addicting mix of pain and pleasure that has the tears you were holding in begin to roll down your cheeks, Bakugou gently kisses them away and uses his fingers to wipe away the stray tears. For a while, you're simply holding each other, bakugou whispers words of comfort in your ears while you slowly familiarize yourself with having him inside of you. 

When Bakugou feels your hips begin to move against his, he takes that as his sign to begin moving. His thrusts start shallow, hips just barely touching yours as he doesn't want to hurt you and you quickly become frustrated with his kindness. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer to you, forcing him to bottom out inside you again. You whine his name and he shakes his head. 

“And here I was trying to be considerate” he huffs out, you grip his tie and pull him down and press a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“I didn't ask you to take it easy on me” you remind him and he scoffs

“You asked for this”

You're suddenly flipped onto your stomach and he raises your hips in the air, he pulls himself all the way out of you until the head of his cock is the only thing you can still feel inside of you, he rams his cock back into you and you're gripping the couch for dear life. His hips are ruthless, lewd slapping noises fill the room as the head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. His heavy balls  greet your clit with an unceremonious slap. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can't think of anything else except Bakugou. You'd been completely fucked dumb on your first time. 

You feel Bakugou’s fingers lace into your hair and grip the roots before pulling at them and forcing your head back. A jolt of pleasure flows through your body as his cock pushes up against your g-spot, your legs and kicking around behind you.

“No! cum-cumming kats I-” you can hardly finish your own sentence due to how hard your orgasm hits you, your body his shaking as bakugou releases your hair and uses his free hand to grip your waist as he desperately humps you, chasing his own release. Your cunt spasms around him in overstimulation, Katsuki only curses under his breath as you squeeze down on him, your cunt clamps down on his cock as you're brought to your second orgasm and his movements finally begin to slow and an unfamiliar warm fills your tummy. 

He doesn't pull out right away. Instead he gently lays you backwards onto his chest and you snuggle into his chest. 

He whistles, “Nice place”

“Pfft- don't try to make small talk with me after you just finished banging me” you giggle sleepily.

“Fair enough, still, I’m curious about how you can even afford this place” he wonders, hand rubbing up and down your back, only easing you closer to falling asleep.

“Hard work” you reply he takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it. 

“That’s my hard working girl” 

you feel the butterflies swarm around your stomach all over again at his small comment. 

“Does this mean we're dating now?” you ask and he gives you a little chuckle.

“Yes, if you want” 

“Good then you're my boyfriend” your eyes are fluttering closed at this point, you merely nuzzle into his chest and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“Goodnight love” 

“Night Kats..”

[vivianweasley]

Reason Why I Hate You (Fred Weasley X Reader)

Summary: You hated Fred Weasley, but you just didn’t know why. Maybe it was because there was some unfinished business between you two from a past life? past life au and a bit of enemies to lovers.

Prompt: this is for @slytherinsunrise‘s writing challenge and the prompt is Historical AU! Hope you guys would like it:)

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: murder, major character death, arranged marriage, terrible husband, reader’s family in past life is pureblood supremacist, sound of explosion (firework), angst in the past life, fluff in this life

Word Count: 2.2k

Special thanks to @valwritesx for giving me wonderful advices<3

Disclaimer: all the pictures in the moodboard are from Pinterest. Credit goes to the original owners.

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

It all began on an early autumn afternoon.

1815, an afternoon in September, Frederick Weasley just threw a water ball on his potions professor, and he was now hiding in a broom closet, waiting for his angry professor to go away.

But he heard footsteps approaching the door. Just when Fred was sure that detention is waiting for him, he saw a girl at the door.

“What are you doing-” before you could even finish your question, Fred pulled you into the broom closet, closed the door, and covered your mouth with his hand.

The space inside the broom closet was so limited that your bodies were pressed together now. You felt your face heating up, and your heart was racing. You should be furious. You should scold the man in front of you for being rude or even slap him for that, but you were just standing there stiffly, with your eyes wide opened.

There was another series of footsteps approaching the broom closet now, and you heard the potion professor yelling, “You’re dead if I catch you! Ten points from Gryffindor!”

After the sound of footsteps faded, Fred finally let go of you. You finally got the chance to step on his foot, causing him to jump in pain.

“I probably deserved that.” His hands were still rubbing his foot, but he didn’t forget to joke, “So, tell me, what brings you to the broom closet?”

You glared at him, “I was looking for my cat.”

He nodded, “I’m guessing that you are curious about what brings me here, to this broom closet, to meet with you.”

“Oh, I already know. You just threw a water ball on the potions professor, and now you are on the run.”

His face suddenly lit up, “So you just saw my work?” 

“Who doesn’t know about Frederick Weas-”

“It’s Fred.”

You glared at him and continued, “Who doesn’t know about Frederick Weasley’s shenanigans.” 

“So you already know my name!” He smiled, couldn’t hide the pride on his face, “May I have the honor to know yours?”

You rolled your eyes, “Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

He bowed a little and pretended to tip his imaginary hat, “Y/F/N Y/L/N, my pleasure.”

This man was frivolous, reckless, and didn’t respect any rules. You had all the reasons to hate him, but why was your heart beating so fast? You sighed, as you could already foresee a future that’s out of your control, “My displeasure.”

~

Like many romance novels from that period, the girl with a strict upbringing fell in love with the infamous troublemaker. You and Fred were very different people. You were like different sides of a coin, but this couldn’t affect the attraction between you two. Once the spark between you was ignited, there was no turning back. It was as if fate was pulling you together.

You decided to get married after graduating from Hogwarts, but your family forbade this marriage.

They said the Weasleys were blood traitors, and Frederick Weasley was nothing but an ignorant boy of ill-breeding. Your pureblood supremacist family could never give you their blessings. In fact, they already betrothed you to the youngest son of the Burkes, Ralph Burke.

You’ve met Ralph a few times. Not only did he believe in pureblood supremacy, but he also believed that women should do nothing but stay home and be a good wife.

Fred’s situation wasn’t too good as well. His family hated your family, and they wanted their son to marry the Johnson girl.

~

You and Fred met under a sycamore tree. He sounded desperate, “Let’s run away! Let’s run to a place where no one knows us. France, America, anywhere but here!”

You nodded. You didn’t want to care about how eloping would ruin your and your family’s reputation. These ridiculous rules controlled you all your life; it was time for you to finally do something reckless, something for yourself.

He let out a sigh of relief and held you tightly, “Three days later, I’ll wait for you under this sycamore tree at night. We will get married the next morning!”

~

After the longest three days in your life, you tiptoed around the house to make sure that everyone was asleep, and you started running as soon as you left the house. You only brought a small bag of galleons to help you survive the first few days and left everything else behind. 

You wanted nothing from your past. All you wanted was to start a new life that is carefree and full of choices you could make on your own. A life that you could spend with someone you love. 

But when you reached the sycamore tree, the person waiting for you wasn’t Fred, but Ralph.

Ralph’s face was emotionless when he told you that Fred already left the town two days ago because he was afraid. He was afraid of being tied down by you and being forced into another marriage by his family, so he ran away on his own.

You couldn’t believe it. You knew Fred loved freedom, but he was never someone who would break a promise. 

Ralph took you to the Weasleys, and Mrs. Weasley’s reaction confirmed everything as she yelled, “Where is my sweet Frederick? What did you do to him??”

So it was true. He ran away, without you. 

You felt lifeless as you collapsed. You couldn’t understand it. If he was so afraid of the restrictions that marriage brings, why would he even suggest eloping with you?

You felt deceived and betrayed. Anger and sorrow were clouding your reasons. You were willing to sacrifice everything for him. Your reputation, your family, the life you had, everything. But he still ran away without you. He left you behind.

You felt like a joke.

You felt hopeless.

~

Three months later, after still not hearing anything from Fred, you gave in to your family’s expectations and agreed to Ralph’s proposal.

You were locked up in the Burke Manor after becoming Ralph’s bride. Misery and resentment were the only things that kept you company in this cold cage that was shaped like a luxurious manor.

Finally, after two years of living in this agony, you closed your eyes forever.

You left this world still resenting Fred. You left without knowing that two years ago under that sycamore tree, he closed his eyes before you.

That night when you and Fred met at the tree for the last time, Ralph was there, too. After hearing that his fiancee was planning to run away with another man, a blood traitor, he couldn’t stand the humiliation. He confronted Fred, but Fred didn’t seem to care at all. Merlin, Ralph hated that smug smile of Fred.

Rage took over him, and he raised his wand at Fred. It was a simple death curse. Ralph took care of the crime scene calmly and returned home, pretending like nothing ever happened. 

And just like that, Fred disappeared. No one knew the truth. No one knew that until his last breath, he was still holding a wedding ring. The world only knew a coward called Frederick Weasley, who ran away on his own after promising forever to a poor girl.

~~~

September 1991, you were admitted to Hogwarts along with the famous Harry Potter. You soon became friends with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And naturally, you also became friends with the other Weasley kids, except for one, Fred Weasley. 

You were even great friends with George, but there was something about him that warned you to stay away from him.

Fred was hurt, but he wasn’t too worried because he knew for sure that he could find a way to make you like him.

1995. You were having lunch with your friends at the Great Hall. It was a perfectly normal day until you saw a spark floating in front of you. And before you realized what it was, something exploded on top of your head. For a moment, you thought your heart was jumping out of your chest.

You looked up and saw fireworks exploding across the Great Hall and spelling out “Y/N Happy Birthday.” You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who would come up with something dramatic like this. 

You also heard some people gasping and saying that they were jealous. But you weren’t happy with it at all. It not only almost scared your soul out of your body, but also made you feel embarrassed. 

You stood up and tried to run away, but you heard Snape’s voice, “Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Weasley, this is not a carnival. Detention.”

“Professor, it was all me. She has nothing to do with it!” Great, at least he’s not only a stupid git, but a chivalrous stupid git.

“Good. Ten more points from Gryffindor.”

The Gryffindor table soon started groaning, and you sighed. What kind of birthday gift is this?

~

After class, you and Fred were sent to the divination classroom to wipe all the crystal balls. You were sent here because Snape didn’t want to risk having Fred breaking all of his precious potion bottles. As of Trelawney’s crystal balls? Snape couldn’t care less.

Looking at the classroom that was filled with crystal balls, you sighed. What did you do to deserve this bloody simpleton in your life?

“Y/N, I’m sorry...” You could hear the guilt in his voice.

But you still replied bitterly, “Forget it. It was nothing. Who cares about spending birthday at Hogsmeade anyway, right?” You knew you shouldn’t be so passive-aggressive, but you just couldn’t put away the hostility towards him.

But Fred couldn’t take it anymore, “Why do you hate me so much? If it was something I did, I apologize. But you hated me from the very beginning. What the bloody hell did I do?”

“I-” You rolled your eyes. Isn’t it clear enough? You hated him because...Then it struck you. You didn’t know how to answer his question. Yes, you could say you hated him because he was reckless and pompous, but was this the real reason why you hated him? 

“I-I don’t know.” You lowered your head, feeling both defeated and confused. 

“Then could you at least try not to hate me that much?”

Guilt started rising in your stomach, but you didn’t want to admit your defeat, “Why do you care? There are so many others who love you.”

“I care because I fancy you!”

You were still dumbfounded and not sure how to react, but you heard a cough behind you. You and Fred turned together and saw Trelawney.

Except now, her eyes were rolled back, and she started speaking in a hoarse, guttural voice, “180 years later, the star-crossed lovers meet again...One with regret... and one with resentment...On this fateful day...destiny ties them back together once again...”

And then she coughed again and returned to her usual self, “Oh, that was embarrassing. What was I doing here again..Oh right! You two can leave now. I don’t need cleaning here.”

“But Professor Trelawney, Professor Snape said...”

“Oh don’t worry dear, I already told him. You two are good to go!” Trelawney thought back on how scared she was when Snape told her that Fred Weasley was cleaning her classroom. She came here as fast as she could and was relieved when she saw all the crystal balls were still intact. 

~

“Do you think Trelawney was talking about us?” Fred asked after you two left the classroom.

“When did you start to believe in that?” You sounded nonchalant, but deep down, you always believed that Trelawney was actually excellent at divination, so you started panicking after hearing that oracle.

Fred ignored your question, “What did she say? One with resentment? That sounds like you.”

“And you’re the one with regret? Do you even know what regret feels like?”

“Yea! I regret that I did make a great impression. I regret that...I didn’t make you fancy me like I fancy you!”

“You are hopeless, Frederick Weasley. Stop saying that if you don’t mean it!” You were angry. Does he even know that he shouldn’t say something like that? What if people took it seriously? But knowing how frivolous he was, he probably said that to everyone. So why were you still blushing? The more you thought about it, the angrier you got, so you decided to walk faster to get rid of him.

But Fred kept up and stopped you, “But I’m serious. I mean it.”

He looked so sincere when his warm brown eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. You stuttered, “F-fine...then I guess I...don’t hate you either...”

“Great! That’s some progress!” He grinned, “You know, if we start running now, we might still have time to go to Hogsmeade.”

You raised your eyebrows and he continued, “If I could make up for your birthday, would you go on a date with me?”

“I... could consider that.” Your face was heating up, but you started walking faster again so he won’t see how flustered you were.

But of course, he kept up again. “Why are you always calling me Frederick?”

“I don’t know. It just appeared in my head. Plus, I feel like you hate it.”

“I do. It sounds sad.”

“Who knows, maybe it’s your name in your past life,” you joked.

“Then I’m pretty sure I hated it in my past life, too,” he shrugged, “Whatever, this life is all that matters now.”

You didn’t reply as you looked at him. He was smiling at you, and at this moment, you knew your future was going to change, in a good way this time.

~

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[the-broken-truth]

I love all your headcanons with the Dimitrescu daughters, so hats off to you, if it doesn't bother, can you do a headcanon about the 3 daughters with a male S/O on their wedding night?

Broken Truth: Hmm, that sounds simple enough. Let the words...

*STATIC*: Broken, wait. I have an idea.

Broken Truth (Looks at the mask): Let me hear it, *STATIC*.

*STATIC*: Do you remember the ask you did for Lady Dimitrescu meeting her daughters' partners: Th Village Painter, The Village Jeweler, and The Village Blacksmith?

Broken Truth: Yes, what about them?

*STATIC*: Here's my idea. (Whispering something)

Broken Truth: Oh! I like that idea! Let's go with that. Let the words weave together! - Names - Bela's Partner - The Village Artist - His name shall be Magnus. Cassandra's Partner - The Village Jeweler - His name shall be Matias. Daniela's Partner - The Village Blacksmith - His name shall be Maximus.

[At The Wedding of Magnus Vilkas & Bela Dimitrescu]

The Court of Castle Dimitrescu was decorated with the finest exports all across Romania - The Vilkas Lord spared to expense when it came to making his future wife happy; she was the very light of his life.

He stood in the room allowed her future son-in-law to use to prepare himself, looking himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie.

The gleam of his Family Ring shined in the light when he secured his tie around his neck. He holds out his dominant hand, looking upon the colored gems that created his Family Crest. This ring gave him so much power and standing as a Noble Village House but at the same time, it brought back a very painful memory.

Before the Lord of House Vilkas could think back on it, there was a knock at the door. He spoke to the other person on the other side of the door, commanding them to enter: The door opened and a familiar face stepped into the room - The Village's Jeweler, Matias.

"Greetings, Lord Vilkas." The Jeweler bowed but it was met with a scoff from the Lord.

"Do not bow to me, Matias. You are a Vilkas as well, besides you're my twin brother; no formalities." The Lord said as he faced his brother.

"Regardless of our blood bind as brothers, you are still the Lord of House Vilkas and must be treated as such, even by blood,

" Matias said.

"Speaking of blood..." Magnus inhaled and exhaled before asking his question, "Did he come?" He asked.

"No. When I went to his house to see if he would attend, he slammed to door in my face; he says he wants nothing to do with the Vilkas Family." Matias explained causing the lord to turn his gaze to the ground in what looked to be heartbreak, "My Lord, it was not your fault." He said.

"Oh, really? Then why is he not here? It was my birth that ruined his life and...it's not fair - we were both robbed: Him of his rightful place and me an older brother." The Lord of Vilkas said.

"Brother, you and I were born on the same day but you are the only one he blames. If anyone is to blame, it's father; he was the selfish bastard that robbed us both." Matias said as he walked over to his elder brother and placed his hand on his shoulder, "Try not to think about this today, it's a very special day."

"Yes, you are right. Today is the day I marry the most amazing woman on the face of the Earth." Magnus smiled.

"Second best, Brother - My Cassandra is the most beautiful." Matias said with a smirk

The brothers argued over which sister was the most lovely when they saw the time and finished up before heading down the Courtyard.

The music - composed by Matias on the keyboard - began to play as Bela - wrapped in the finest silks that made her dress - walked down the aisle by her mother with her youngest sister walking behind her with a basket of black rose petals, throwing them in the air.

Once Bela reached the front, her hands locked with Magnus', who looked into her eyes with tears in his own.

"You are a true gem, my beloved." He said.

"Thank you, My Lord."

Mother Miranda - who took the position of a power of a priestess - called out to the guests: The Lords, The Daughters of Dimitrescu, and the residence of House Vilkas.

Once the vows were read and the 'I Do's were side, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

And he did, with all the love in his heart - which was endless.

[At The Wedding of Matias Vilkas & Cassandra Dimitrescu]

The Famed Jeweler of the Romanian Village smiled at himself in the mirror as he fixed his suit's jacket with a wide smile on his face - the Vilkas Family Crest Brooch secured to his chest over his heart and soon, he was going to place the crest of the Dimitrescu Dragons beside his own.

"You smile as if you are the cat that devoured creme." His elder brother chuckled from his place by the dresser, "You are really happy, aren't you?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I am going to marry the most incredible woman on the face of this planet - a true goddess given human form." Matias beamed as he fixed his tie.

"We've been through this, Little Brother - Bela is the most incredible." Magnus scoffed.

"Your opinion - Not Fact. Besides, My Cassandra shall always be the most amazing woman in my eyes; she is just too perfect to explain with words. I'm glad Madam Dimitrescu allowed me the privilege of marrying her daughter, I don't deserve her." Matias said with a smile as he thought back.

"I thought the same thing when I was getting married to Bela - she still is a wonder I shall never really deserve but I will always treasure." Magnus smiled.

"Oh, speaking of you two - I heard Madam Dimitrescu told you she wanted a grandchild soon." Matias said as he looked back at his brother, whose face was bright red.

"As much as Mother-In-Law would want a grandchild, I told her that I was waiting on Bela to be ready - we shall have a child when Bela is ready, not a moment before then." Magnus said.

"Good to know you treasure your wife's decision, did she finish redecorating the Family House?" Matias asked.

"So far, she can't seem to choose what she wants to change or what rooms she wants to make into her private rooms. On a better note, the staff willingly let Bela fed off them if she gets hungry and I'm not around. How's your construction going?" Magnus asked.

"Almost done, Cass held me draw up the plans so I know she's going to love the place. It will be ready in a weak." Matias said.

The brothers looked at the clock and saw it was almost time for the bride to come. They finished up with their own preparations and headed down the courtyard.

The violinists that Magnus hired began playing the song as Cassandra walked down the aisle with a bouquet of black roses in her hands & a smile on her face with a gleam in her eyes.

Matias stood at the altar with Mother Miranda with a smile on his face as his future wife came up and they linked hands.

"You are so breathtaking, My Beloved." Matias said.

"Thank you, you're very handsome yourself."

Mother Miranda began her rites - blessing the young couple before her and everyone else with long life, eternal love & endless happiness before the 'I do's were said and the marital bond sealed with a kiss.

Everyone was so busy celebrating the newly married couple that they didn't notice a large cloaked figure walk to the table that held the gits and place a small envelope on the table.

The feast began and the presents were given, The Lord of Iron found the envelope and didn't remember it being there at first and gave it to the new couple.

Matias opened it and turned it upside down, a pair of shiny keys landed in the palm of his other hand.

"Are those house keys?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes, but they told us that the house wasn't going to be done for another week... did they lie so that it would be a surprise?" Matias questioned.

"Well, looks like you'll be living together sooner than expected." Magnus smiled as he placed his hand on his wife's hip to pull her closer.

"It would seem so." He looked to his wife, "Darling, what would you like to decorate the house with?" He asked.

[At The Wedding of Maximus & Daniela Dimitrescu]

Alcina already didn't approve of Maximus' relationship with her youngest daughter - but this proposal filled the Lady of the Castle with rage.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to stop her daughter from loving Maximus, but she could prevent the wedding from happening on her Castle Grounds.

Daniela was upset that her mother was against her marriage just because her lover wasn't as rich as her sisters, but he loved her and he was willing to be hurt if it meant she was going to be safe.

Maximus told her beloved that it didn't matter - he could make them a great wedding, all he needed to know was where she wanted it to happen and what she wanted for it.

Daniela wanted her wedding to overlook the ocean at sunset - the light would be perfect. Maximus would give her everything she wanted but there was only one thing he asked for.

"I don't want the Vilkas Lords at the wedding."

When questioned by his future sister in laws, he told them 'I have a bad history with that family and I don't want them at y special day."

The Elder of the Dimitrescu Daughters had nothing to say about that and agreed.

On the day of the wedding - The site was lovely and everyone came in attendance; even Alcina. She didn't want to come up she wanted her daughter to be happy.

The Dimitrescu Daughters were there without their husbands and they were crossed with it.

Maximus waited for the arrival of his fiancee and when she did arrive - it was by carriage...a very familiar carriage.

The door of the carriage opened and Daniela stepped out...but she wasn't the only ones.

The Lords of House Vilkas - Magnus & Matias - stepped out in suits and had uncertain expressions on their faces.

"You?!" Maximus glared at the men, "What are you two doing here? Why were you in a carriage with my fiancee?!" He roared at them.

"I was on my way here with Aunt Donna when they pulled up and asked me where the wedding was taking place, I didn't tell them and they rushed us in the carriage." Dani said as she walked over to Maximus and Donna was getting out of the carriage.

"You forced my fiancee into a carriage?! For what reason?!" The blacksmith growled.

"Please, I know you are upset but we just want to speak with you - I want to speak with you." Magnus said as he took a step forward.

"I told you that I wanted nothing to do with your family, Lord Vilkas!" Maximus said with a glare.

"Stop calling me that! I'm not Lord Vilkas right now, I'm your little brother!" Magnus shouted with sadness in his voice.

Everyone looked wide-eyed at that confess and all eyes looked at Maximus.

"You're the Eldest of the Vilkas Family?" Daniela asked as she looked at the man she loves.

"I share their DNA and nothing else." He glared at his brothers, "I am not a Vilkas., that was taken away from me the moment they were born."

"What is he talking about?" Bela asked her husband.

"We grew up thinking that we were the only children but when we found a birth record for a son that was older than us, we asked our parents about him." Magnus began.

"They told us that he was an accident, an unwanted child, a placeholder for the Vilkas Heirship until a true heir was born..." Matias said.

"Then the moment the twins were born, my father disowned me, beat me to a pulp, and tossed me into the snow during a blizzard with dagger - the insignia of the family I once had was scratched out. I begged them to let me back in, I cried that I didn't want to die, but they ignored me and I began to walk into the forest, looking for some kind of shelter." Maximus' eyes looked to the ground at the pain of the memory.

"Brother..." Magnus said but he didn't know what he could say to his older sibling. All the pain he's been through, all because he was planned.

"It wasn't our fault. It was father and mother's, they were the ones who did that horrible thing to you! They robbed you of your place as The Vilkas Family Head & they robbed us of an older brother. Please, Maximus...We need our brother." Matias said to him.

Maximus looked at the two of them before he told them to sit beside their wives so that they could begin the ceremony. They took their seats, Daniela and Maximus took their places and the rites were read, the 'I do's were said, and the kiss was sealed.

Alcina just sat there with a stunned look on her face - the one she wanted was related to the family she respected, what's more, he was the rightful head?

Maximus looked at his brother and wondered - could he really have a relationship with them after their births took away his life?

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hi! i saw you didn’t have any requests for black clover yet, so how about some angsty hc’s with fuego? where he wakes up with amnesia and has no memory of his s/o, and nothing seems to jog his memory (fem or gender neutral is fine.) thanks in advance! and congrats on 2k followers! 🥳

A/N; thank you! If you don’t mind I couldn’t help myself and added just a pinch of fluff

Please enjoy~🍰

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“Ma’am he’s wake!“ one of members came to inform you and Meroleona in your office.

It had been months since he had fallen into a coma like sleep. Remember remember when you first heard of the news. You were heartbroken, scared, worried, and everything in between

You waste no time running down to the infirmary to see him right away. All those nights alone in his bed, his site called. He wasn’t there to hold you in your hardest times. You could feel your heart leaving with joy as you ran down the hall.

However instead of letting you in Owen hold you back to speak to you.

“Y/N, there’s no easy way to say this.....” there was doubt his voice making your heart sink to your stomach “he has no memory.... more specifically of who you are.... most he knows is his name, and his status, his family, and will kingdom he lives in. All the basic information but once we asked about you there was nothing he could say.”

“No....no he hast to remember me. All those years together he has to know” try not to let any tears flood your eyes, but it was useless to try and refuse. Not only did you not see him for months on end, but now he couldn’t even remember? Would he even recognize you? 

Walking into the infirmary you see him sat there already looking at paperwork. You walk over to the service bed hearing your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. When you reach his side he awkwardly looks at you and gives you a smile

“Hello ma’am, can I help you?”

”Fuegoleon.....it’s me....Y/N..”

He seem to be trying to find you somewhere in the back of his head but had no luck. He shifted his head to the side and squinted his eyes but couldn’t seem to recognize you

“I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t know who you are” he apologizes and goes back to his work 

“No, please you have to know!“ you sounded scared and sad while you take a hold of his hands. Your eyes brimming with tears 

Meroleona stepped forward and caught her brother’s attention “Ah sister, please if you could help this young woman I think she is confused”

“Do you really not recognize your own fiance? You’ve been together with her for years“ she asked him 

Standing up you say nothing and walk out of the room for a moment alone. You lean against the wall and slide down until you hit the floor and cry into your hands. There has to be something to jog his memory 

The door opens and Meroleona comes to you. She was never one to open up much about feelings but she secretly liked you for her brother

“...I'm giving him time off even though he knows his roles and status. I want you to spend as much time with him as you can to try and get his memory jogged, understand?“

You try not to jump on your feet and all to her, out of excitement. You simply stand salute her and thank her for her kindness. the next few days were spent with no one else but Fuegoleon. You showed him things you had done together, places you went and even hobbies you did together 

One day you had thought you might have broken through when you took him to a tree where you liked to rest with him. The same tree where he burned small initials of both your names. He heard that it was seen as cute by some women to do this and so he did it with you. Instead you got 

“hm, I remember I’d come here as a child to have a peace of mind..“

That’s not what you wanted....

There were nights that you’d play with your ring, the one he proposed with, you would think back to the day and what he said

“You are the person I want to spend the rest of my days with and not even death will keep us apart..”

Not death but amnesia was now between you both.

“Oh Fuegoleon...I...I don’t know what to do o-or say I’m so lonely without you” and you’d break down in tears. The bed you once shared together now only held you. It felt cold...and empty

He really was trying, he saw you were a good person and very kind but he really couldn’t remember anything. Nothing was familiar and things you have shown and done with him were so foreign to what he knew. But the night heard you cry about it he felt terrible

So the next day when you were on your way to his office with some paper work he had asked to stay for a bit and said

“I can’t remember one ounce of who you are or what we were..” he started making your chest ache “but, going based off only on feelings I’d like....give it a try. Start from the bottom if you may. That is, if you want to”

Saying nothing you walk over to his desk and sit in the empty chair and ask

“What’s your favorite color Fuegoleon?”

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I hope this was okay❤️