#sorry for any grammatical errors and incoherent sentences :')

[zealoussy]

Yellowface by R. F. Kuang

✨ Some sort of review

So, basically June (a white woman) is so jealous of her friend, Athena (a chinese american, queer), who seems to have it all, that when she suddenly dies, June steals her friend’s unfinished manuscript. She stole it, polished it so it aligned with her approach to writing, then published the story as hers.

Yes, she's insufferable. Yes, you have to deal with her for the whole book. So, make sure you prepare a snack, a tea, or anything that you can grab when things get frustrating.

As an unlikeable character, June is written too well, I think. When you read this, you will expect to hate everything that she says and does. Granted, there are a lot of things you can hate about June. But the thing is, RFK leaves enough room in the characterization of June for the readers to interpret what kind of character she is.

You see, in satire, usually you have this expectation that the characters will always talk in exaggeration, their behavior and worldview, you can’t help but expect the characters to be some sort of caricature. Yet often, in this book, the things that she says are the messages that RFK wants to deliver.

If you find yourself agreeing with this quote from June,

We’re just suggesting the right credentials, so that readers take me and my story seriously, so that nobody refuses to pick up my work because of some outdated preconceptions about who can write what. And if anyone makes assumptions, or connects the dots the wrong way, doesn’t that say far more about them than me?

may I remind you that in this context, June stole Athena’s manuscript about a WWI Chinese Laborers story? Well you’ll find more layers of irony like this in Yellowface.

That dissonance between how I perceive June and some things she said that I agree with, makes me reevaluate my thinking about what was said, who said, how it was said. (A lot of things said on the internet. It’s easy to lose my voice in the noise, sometimes I even forget to make my own judgment.)

Another thing about June is that she feels human in this book. Before you come at me, no, I am not a June defender. There are moments where you will see how June is slowly deteriorating. In those moments, you can see that June is capable of guilt and grief and fear. That, makes her human.

Although not for long you’ll be reminded again, how still unlikeable she is. What an asshole she is. Some people may not like this way of characterization where, after showing her vulnerability, you'll then be hit in the face with a reminder how bad she is.

For me personally, I like to be reminded that she is terrible simply because I’m an empath.

Aside from June's characterization, there's also the social commentary. Have you ever felt like you have so much in your head but it seems impossible to express what you think? Yeah, RFK spoke what I had in mind like how. This book is I think RFK's way to give words to the things that she has been observing. She's very thorough at that too.

Maybe it's because I'm chronically online. Or maybe it's because I'm always interested in media trends. But there are a lot of nuances in which RFK write the things that she wanted to show the readers.

For example, June thought that the way Athena approached historical fiction is "so hackneyed that they defy belief", although it was implied that Athena was trying to be as truthful as possible to the actual history.

For June, how Athena writes is not accessible, didactic, therefore makes it not a good craft. Meanwhile all this time the opposite has been said about Athena's books: brilliant, authentic, insightful.

Part of Athena's original draft that June's editor said to be "torture porn" was a literal story straight from historical record. That exchange between June and her editor is a good example of "the winner is the one who write the history" or whatever, that sentence, but in a bad way.

From this gaze, we get to see how power is an essential factor that builds the narrative. There's a big part in the story where white privilege plays a role in which they have more advantages over people of color.

SPOILER ALERT

June is misusing her influence towards a POC character which consequently ruin that person's life entirely.

SPOILER ENDS.

Talking about POC, RFK has got some humour in her. I love how Juniper is written being so delulu that it makes her look plain stupid.

"Diversity is what’s selling right now. Editors are hungry for marginalized voices. You’ll get plenty of opportunities for being different, Emmy. "

In booktwt specifically, it is not an uncommon occurrence where readers are debating about diversity. "Just because the book is diverse doesn't mean it's good," that saying is not unfamiliar among the readers. What is a good book, honestly? Pulling the thread from this scope, RFK tried to capture how twitter discourse looks like, what each sides are arguing about.

It's easy for people to dismiss the happenings on the twitter as, "It's just twitter", although in a lot of cases it's warranted that things are overblown in there, but there needs to be some consideration where people's life are depending on it. What does this mean is, it all comes down to the theme of white privilege again. June's career is depending on social media, mainly twitter. Being the June that she is, let's say, she's not nice to people, so there are consequences of her own actions, but knowing how deranged twitter can be, relying your career using that media can be debilitating. June is obviously overwhelmed by this. I like this part because this is where the social commentary shines light about the publishing industry.

But Twitter is real life; it’s realer than real life, because that is the realm that the social economy of publishing exists on, because the industry has no alternative.

I don't think I ever heard a book that tells a story about publishing industry this close. Readers are introduced to the behind the scenes of publishing industry with a sense of familiarity, using terms that readers use when they talk about the books they consume. Yellowface is an intriguing piece of literature that break the door to the source of the enjoyment itself and the way it is created in this profit-hungry society. Not only that, it also a neat composition of characterization, storyline, motif, worldbuilding, and a sprinkle of social commentary.

TLDR: Seriously, please read Yellowface! It's well-written, engaging, insightful, and overall an amazing book.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

hii! can i request a florence pugh x reader where florence has a nightmare and reader comforts her? thanks!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, comfort fic, flo has a nightmare a r is really sweet to her, billie is here too lol, established relationship, flo's baby, she needs lots of love

warning(s): nightmare (?), allusions to r dying but not really, crying flo (🥺), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 0.8k

note: Was this supposed to be the Wandanat fic? Yes. But fuck it, it's my blog, I decide what to post. Lol jk. The thing is I was going through a writers block and this request got me out of it, so thank you, nonnie. I loved this idea so much, I hope it's somehow what you had in mind. And I'm sorry it's kinda short. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You felt her turning around in her sleep, there was something about her unstillnes that unsettled you.

Florence always moved around in her sleep, sometimes she would bring you into her chest, seeking the warmness and comfort of your body next to hers. Sometimes she would take the sheets from you, leaving you to freeze in the cold night. But this time it was different, something was troubling her in her sleep.

“Flossie?” you whispered in the darkness, gently shaking her awake.

She kept on tossing around, shaking her head in her sleep as if not wanting to look at whatever her brain was picturing in her mind. Her brows were furrowed, her breathing was uneven and she was mumbling incoherent words. You began to panic, she was having a nightmare.

“Flossie, wake up,” you tried again, this time shaking her a bit harder.

“No, no, no,” she kept on mumbling and soon it became sobs.

“Baby, you need to wake up,” you tried once again.

As you turned on the light on your nightable you noticed that her lips were trembling, a thin layer of sweat was covering her forehead, and you could already see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

“Florence, baby, wake up!”

Billie who was sleeping at your feet was now sitting right beside you. It was af if she could feel your worry and Florence’s fear.

“It’s okay, Billie dear. Momma is having a bad dream,” you reassured the dog. “Florence, wake up!”

The dog started barking beside you, also wanting to get her human’s attention. And as if on cue Florence jumped awake, her right hand clutching onto her fast-beating heart.

It took her a full minute to realise what she had experienced was just a dream, a really bad dream that her mind had created for some twisted reason she had yet to understand. She sighed in relief as she realised that the whole thing was a product of her imagination.

“Flossie, baby, are you okay?” you whispered, not wanting to scare her even more.

“Oh, Y/n,” the moment her eyes landed on your soft ones she felt as if she could finally breathe properly, the oxygen filling her lungs and reaching out to her brain, letting her know the both of you were okay.

She practically threw herself at you, engulfing you in a tight hug, not wanting to let you go, ever.

“I was so scared, Y/n,” she said in your ear. “You… you…,” she couldn’t find the strength to finish her sentence, not wanting to let her thoughts out in the world. “And then I… I was just…”

“It’s okay, Flossie. It’s okay, I’m here, we are here, and we are okay,” you reassured her, caressing her hair, trying to comfort her.

“It was so bad, Y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you, I don’t…,” you could feel her teardrops staining your shirt, it broke your heart seeing her like this.

Against your wishes, you pulled her away from you. Your hands gently cupped her cheeks forcing her to look at you. Her eyes were a bit swollen from the crying, a soft red hue around them making them look like bright emeralds.

“Hey,” you whispered, trying to be as gentle as you could, offering her a smile.

One of your hands reached out to one of hers and placed them on top of your beating heart.

“You feel that?” she only nodded, as if getting lost in the rhythm of your heartbeat. “I’m alright, I’m here, we are here and everything will be alright. I promise,” you placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

She leaned into you, resting her head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat, feeling her body finally relax into your arms. But not enough to drift off to sleep again.

“I don’t think I will be able to go back to sleep,” she confessed.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to,” she looked up at you and you smiled at her. “Why don’t I make us some Yorkshire tea and watch a film?”

“I love Yorkshire,” she giggled.

“Yeah, I know you do,” you kiss her on the cheek. “I’ll be right back,” you tried to get up from the bed but she wouldn’t let you.

“Don’t leave me alone, please,” she pouted, her eyes getting watery in a second.

“It’s okay, Flo. Come with me, you are the expert on making tea after all,” you joked.

“Yeah, you have a point,” she smiled at you, blinking her tears away, and you could feel your heart getting warmer at the simple action.

“Oh, we should totally watch ‘Little Women’.”

She playfully rolled her eyes at you, “You only like that one because I’m in it.”

“Pff, don’t flatter yourself. Timothée Chalamet is in it, that’s why I like it;” you teased her, knowing that it would hit a nerve.

“You did not just say that,” she looked at you in disbelief.

“It’s a shame you got to kiss him really,” you sighed in fake discontent.

“Y/n!” you heard her said before getting hit by a pillow, giggles filing the room soon after.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[do-y0u-have-to-let-it-linger]

hi!!! can i get an x-men shift please? i’m bi (but hetero leaning) and use she/her pronouns. i’m a sagittarius, INTP, and am super into pop culture, movies tv shows music stuff like that. i’m an introvert, pretty shy at first but once you get to know me i’m pretty funny and kinda an asshole. i’m 5’7”, plus size and curvy, with longish wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and wear black glasses. i dress pretty comfy, jeans and t-shirts, sweatshirts, but i also have a leather jacket when i want to look more put together. mostly wear vans and converse. i love taylor swift, star wars, and all the superhero movies out there. i honestly don’t know what my mutation would be, i’ve never found one that fits right i guess. can’t wait to see who i’m paired with! love your blog, and thank you :)

I ship you with Peter Maximoff!

Warning: ✨contains swear words, mentions of being high, and grammatical errors probably✨

Peter is the type of person who thinks of bold and outrageous plans, but is horrible at executing them.

This is especially apparent now that he is part of the X-Men, because of the high stakes that often come hand and hand with these plans.

Yet at this moment, standing in front of you, attempting to respond to your simple and reasonable question, he feels as though the stakes of this plan are higher than any other he has previously made.

You and Peter were very close, most of you X-Men were. Shared trauma bonded you all like a family. So you were very comfortable around each other, like the: "We literally laugh at each other's farts and say 'love ya!' When one of us leaves a room." comfortable, so it concerned you that he seemed so nervous. You repeated your, as previously stated, simple and reasonable question.

"Peter, what the fuck."

You were mid-way through Empire Strikes Back when he first appeared, standing in front of the TV. Generally, when someone is watching a movie alone with the volume level barely audible, at 2 AM in the morning, they do not expect to be interrupted, but there he was. Interrupting you.

So you had asked him if he wanted to watch the movie with you and he said no.

Then you asked him if something was wrong and he said no.

But after he had stood in front of the television long enough for you to have paused the movie, you had come to the conclusion that he was messing with you. Hence the two "what the fuck"s.

He finally responded, seemly returning to his body after his brain's small vacation to who knows where.

"I need to talk to you about something important, and I wanted it to go a certain way but that way never actually happens so I'm doing it another way." Well, that was even more incoherent than his usual sentences.

"Wait- are you high again?"

"No! No. Well, maybe a little- but that's not the point."

"Sure, now what's going on."

"We're like... technically co-workers because of us being X-Men and shit, right?"

"If Bat-Man and Robin are co-workers, then yes."

"Don't be self-deprecating, you're way cooler than a silly side-kick."

You raised your eyebrows at him, "I wasn't Robin in that analogy, but thank you."

"Wait, I'm Robin?"

"You are a grown man who just used the world silly un-ironically, and I feel like that's something Robin would do. Just to clarify I don't know shit about Bat-man."

"Hey I'm barely a grown man- I'm not 25 yet, that would entail being a grown man, and I've got time 'till then! Anyway, stop going off-topic."

"Then move on from being weirdly defensive about being an adult in the eyes of the state."

"Touché. So, we're co-workers."

"Correct. What's the point."

"That's a problem."

"Why?"

"Well, ok this needs to be prefaced so consider this me shushing you in a respectful and not sexist way. You have been shushed."

"...Ok?"

"Shh! Now I get to ramble. So you know movies?" He gestured towards the school's collection of movies that sat next to the tv, and you nodded confused. "So in these movies, things happen certain ways, but those certain ways seem just as scary as the opposite of those ways." Yeah, he was totally high. "So, wow I'm starting so many sentences with the word 'so'. Anyway- I want to tell you something but I don't want it to be like a movie but I don't want it to be like not in a movie either. So I just want to say it then leave. Like- I'm going to run after I say it. Is that okay? You are temporarily un-shushed."

"If you're dying it's not, but if it's basically anything else then yeah. Go for it, you speedy coward."

"Cool. I mean- the nickname hurt but cool. Cool." He looked at you for a second. "Can you like... turn around?"

"Turn around?"

He now acknowledged that that was an odd thing to ask. "...Yeah. Is that dumb?"

"No, no, I'll turn around." To lighten the awkward mood, you made a joke. "A reasonable price for your terrible secrets to be revealed to me." It was not a very funny joke, but you tried your best and earned a (pity) scoff from him.

You were now both sitting criscrossed on the couch, facing the same direction. You were staring at a wall you found very uninteresting, and he was staring at the back of the head belonging to a person he found very interesting.

"So- basically I think you're... pretty..." He said the word intending to add another adjective after it, like 'cool', but he decided against it because that would be stupid. "And I have this problem where when I figure out I want to, quote-unquote, date someone, which is a gross word, by the way, I'm always friends with them. That means it has to be this dramatic thing. But I don't want it to be! You know? I just want to tell you that I have a stupid crush on you like a normal person. And- that's why I suddenly started hating training, because who likes to see people they want to smooch almost fake die, huh? No one! That's who! And I want to explain why I like you, but whenever I talk to Wanda about you, I always end up describing you the way a first grader describes their crush! Like: she's pwetty and smawt or whatever but that's fuckin' dumb. I guess that makes sense because I don't have crushes on people ever, and I barely dated in school, so I have no idea how to do this and I just want to pass you one of those 'hey, do you like me?!' notes with the fuckin' checkmarks!! And I am an adult person who is kind of afraid of kissing! What?!? Also, I don't have abs like Scott! Or boobs, and I know you like people with or without boobs and boobs are great! Also, to backtrack, don't think that I think you would go for Scott, even though if you were to, I would be supportive of you, but also sad because I would prefer if you went for me! So I want to be normal. Normal like the people in movies who meet someone cute and ask them out and not like the movies with the big stupid confessions. Trust me, if I had noticed that I whatever you like a year ago, I would have asked you out! Well no I wouldn't of because I would be too afraid to talk to you. But anyway I made you this," He reached around you and handed you a folded-up note. "Don't open it until I run away, but just leave it here with your response. If you check no, I bet if we paid Jean enough money she would erase this interaction from our brains. I only have seven dollars but I'm betting on a 'friends and family' discount. But.. if you say yes, I can ask you out like a dick in a movie, knowing you'll say yes because I am a speedy coward. I want you to call me a speedy coward when I do cowardly shit speedily, then do this cute thing where you'd be like 'but you're my speedy coward''. Anyway, I'm going to leave now. Love ya, but in the way we always said it beforehand, not in a dramatic confession way. Sorry I delved into my childhood there. Bye." You felt him awkwardly pat your back.

There was a gust of wind that ruffled your hair, and you knew he had run away.

You lifted the note up, mind empty, still processing everything he had rambled to you, and started carefully unfolding it.

It was one of his previously mentioned "Do you like me?" notes.

You willed yourself not to straight-up giggle like a 12-year-old at his note. It was messily written, and clearly on the back of a mission briefing.

Shit, you didn't have a pen. You looked under the couch cushions but there was no form of a writing utensil in sight! The audacity.

You knew Peter well enough to know that he was probably not too far away, waiting for the result of his question and trying not to spy.

"Hey... uh... Peter? I don't have a pen."

Peter hit his forehead with his hand, where the fuck was he going to get a pen? It's not like he owned pens that were actually in a designated spot! How ridiculous would that be, who did he look like, Charles? Charles! Charles has pens in designated pen places!

So Peter ran into the headmaster's office and found a pen. He wrote a small note stating that he borrowed a pen and that he would return it. Looking at the note Peter found it did not fully encapsulate the desperate need for the pen. The note ended up something like this:

Hey Charles! It's Peter! I took borrowed a pen because a very serious situation manner situation has arised. arisen. From, Peter. You can't get mad at me because if you could legally marry my dad you would be married and I would basically be your step son! Thanks half dad!

He thought the addition of the 'step' in stepson effectively hid the fact that Charles was a father figure of his. What was he doing here again? The serious manner!

In an instant of you telling Peter that you did not have a pen, one appeared.

"Thank you!"

You checked the yes box, but had a want to write something adorable. You couldn't think of anything so you just wrote "This was weird." under your checkmark. Well played.

You entertained the idea of resuming your movie but decided against it, you thought it would be more dramatic if you left the room.

The minute you made your exit Peter sprinted into the room. He opened your note, jumped, pumped his fist in the air, realized that was nerdy, and tried to make a cool pose to recover.

Now he just had to figure out how the fuck he was going to ask you out.

[omoghouls]

Do ya ever just want an elder to give Tin a task and say no breaks till it’s complete? Poor little ghoulie gets all desperate and squirmy but they don’t wanna deliberately ignore the instructions. Or they get put in an unfamiliar environment we’re they don’t know the others that well and they wanna make a good first impression so they’re too shy to ask where the washrooms are. Poor Tin they overthink and make things so complicated for themselves💔

;0; Y e s???? Like?? 

It wasn't like the hybrid ghoul hadn't seen the white robed ghouls before. Hell, they've worked for their Papa a handful of times when one was unavailable in aid for a translation of a text. Tin knew of the first era ghouls but, they were still shrouded in mystery for the most part. 

Tin hopped off the last step of the old stairs, sending themselves into the beginnings of the basement of the church. They took a deep breath before stepping forward, files and loose papers in their grip as they neared the engraved door.

'Just knock,' the ghoul thought to themselves as they eyed the oak door, slowly they brought a closed fist to the door. Only for the door to slowly creak open. Tin felt their heart leap into their throat as a white robed ghoul emerged, looking from side to side curiously until he glanced down 

"Hello young one, are you lost by any chance? This floor is not to be wandered by,"

"I am here as per request of Papa Emeritus the first," Tin interrupted, already knowing the comment that was to come.

"Ah yes, the hybrid one, if I am not mistaken? Yes, our Papa had mentioned your arrival to aid us in some work," the ghoul paused, standing to the side, "Come in, young one."

Tin gave a small nod as they stepped in, cluching their papers tighter when they came face to face with the four others, who all sat on an weathered couch. It was, strange to see them in such a relaxed position. They hadn't thought of the elder's to even be capable of rest. 

The ghoul's attention was torn back to the present as a clawed hand rested on their shoulder, Tin looked to the elder ghoul who stood behind them.

"Brothers, this is, Tin. They will be assisting us today," the elder explained, gently nudging the smaller ghoul to step forward to the curious ghouls.

"How, how did you know my name?" Tin asked with a small head tilit.

There was a soft collection of chuckles in the room.

"Nothing of the supernatural, not this time. Our Papa told us your name, Tin," the lankier of the four said as they scooted from their spot on the couch.

"O-oh, makes sense, a lot of sense," Tin mumbled, feeling their cheeks flushing a small bit as they stood before them all. 

The standing elder could feel the slight tension coming from the hybrid ghoul, he smiled and cleared his throat, "I am Omega and," he paused, using his finger to point to each other, "that is Terra, Ignis,Aër and Aqua." 

Tin looked to each, "It's a pleasure to meet you all," they politely said.

"It is always nice to meet you as well, we dont have too many guest, even if it work related. Speaking of," Omega began, walking over to the arm chair besides the couch, "The task at hand?"

"The task? Oh! Yes, there was a document Papa had said you have been working on?"

Oh yes, that one," Ignis mused as he stood, vanishing into the joint room, returning a few seconds later with a file, placing it onto the coffee table, "Papa had stated that perhaps a new set of eyes would be best for this translation."

Tin nodded, bending slightly to look at the papers, scanning for a moment.

"Fawn, would you be more comfortable seated?" 

Tin looked up for a moment, the nickname caused their heart to skip a beat, nodding as they stated to sit on the carpeted floor, "You have three grammatical error in the first sentence and an mal translation right here," the ghoul explained, pressing their pointer finger over the scrawled writting as they looked up at the ghouls.

Terra chuckled, "My, glad that you are here to fix our incompetences, but," he paused, plucking the small ghoul from the floor, seating them in the small space between he and the fire ghoul, "The floor is no place for a Scribe such as yourself." The earth ghoul said as the hybrid scooted around. 

"Before we become too infrauled with this, how about something to drink? Tea?" The Omega ghoul asked the hybrid ghoul.

Tin paused for a moment, they had drunken quite a lot before coming down to work. But, they couldnt be rude and refuse the offer. The ghoul nodded, "Yes please."

--

The time slowly ticked on, many murmured musing as the six ghoul's went over the text, making small conversational pleasantries in the small breaks.

Hearing the elder's speak, learning small timbits of their personalities from their comments made Tin feel more at ease to be amoungst them. However, it still felt, odd, awkward to be apart of their normal conversations. Tin shifted in their seat, their heart sinking to their stomach as they felt the tauntingly full sensation from their lower abdomen.

'Why now, oh no.' The ghoul thought to themselves as they fiddled with the ceramic mug on their lap.

Between the conversations, the elder ghoul noticed the fidgeting movements of the younger ghoul.

"Is everything all right, Tin?"

The hybrid quickly looked up with a nod, "Mhm!"

The ghoul blinked slowly at the suspiciously quick response. He hums a small bit, grabbing for the tea kettle, "Perhaps some more tea? Just so we can finish it off."

Tin chewed on their bottom lip, 'Don't be rude, don't be rude' they thought as they held their mug out, their tail wrapping around their ankle as the tea trickled into the cup. The ghoul nodded in thanks and took a small sip to surpress the low whine lodged in their throat.

They should ask where their washroom was, however, they did not want to interpret the work they were doing. They could wait, they had to wait.

It grew to become too difficult to concentrate, the words on the page started to jumble and become incoherent. Tin crossed their ankle together as they regrettably glanced to the now empty mug, their bladder ached lowly, sending warning pangs each second it did not find relief. The ghoul anxiously glanced around before slipping their hand between their trembling thighs, squeezing lightly.

"Tin?" 

Tin gasped lightly, scrambling to place their hands above their cassock, looking to the Omega ghoul, "Y-yes, elder?" 

"Do you happen to have the translation sheets? Papa had mentioned you would have them."

Tin nodded.

"Could you retrieve them for us, please? I believe after we check that we will be finished in this," the elder explained.

The hybrid ghoul nodded once more, weary of speaking, not wanting the wavering in their voice show their desperation. Slowly the ghoul stood, eyes widening as the gravity pushed down on the taunt, bloated bladder. They pressed their lips together, tears beginning to prick in their eyes as they shuffled to their small pile of papers left on the edge of the table.

"Careful!" The fire ghoul called as watch the small ghoul's foot grazed over the cup on the floor.

The comment came a little too late for the ghoul.

Tin let put a surprise yelp as they tripped over the mug, sending them to the ground. The hybrid ghoul let out a soft whimper as they felt their bladder finally letting go. They scrambled to sit up, shoving their hands between their legs in a pathetic attempt to stop the flow. The urine seeped past the fingers, hissing out as the urine saturated the ghoul's slacks and the carpet beneath them.

There was a silence that washed over the room, save for the watery gasp of the hybrid ghoul. Tin felt their vision blur when the sound of foot steps came close to them.

"Oh my,"

Tin felt tears roll down their cheeks as they shakily looked to the elder ghoul.

"I-I'm so-sorry, Elder, I-I didn't, I didn't mean to, I-I," Tin began through beginning sobs.

"Shh, hush now, Fawn. It was an accident, such a small body as yours can not handle as much fluid as we can, no more tears now, what matters is that you did not try to hold it until you injured yourself," the elder ghoul soothingly spoke, running a clawed hand over their shaking back.

Tin scrubbed at their face, trying to hide their tear stained face when the other ghouls walked over, kneeling besides them. 

"Accidents happen to every ghoul, we are not mad, you tried your best to hold it but," the air ghoul  began, "Why hadn't you asked for the facilities?"

The ghoul felt their lip continuing to tremble as they softly spoke, "I-I didn't want to be rude, I wa-want to make a good impression," they admitted.

Tin felt their cheek being cupped by a warm pair of hands, "You do not have to impress us, and, it would not have been rude in the slightest to ask, you have needs just as we do."

The ghoul glanced to the floor, feeling the cooling dampness all down their legs, they nodded in understatement.

The elder ghoul began to stand, "Come now," he began, holding out his hand for the ghoul to take hold of,"Let's get you clean up, yeah?" He said as he walked the two to the washroom, he felt the ghoul dragging their feet into the ground.

"Is something the matter?"

"Th-the mess, I should clean it befor-"

"Nonsense, my brother's have seen their fair share of incidents, a carpet is an easy clean up, now, let's get you washed up before you begin to rash," the elder explains, placing his hand on the other's back as he lead them to the washroom.

Tin felt their heart finally beginning to settle in their chest as they were seated on the closed toilet lid as the sound of a running tap filling the bathtub. Tin fiddled with the buttons of their cassock as they began to slowly undress.

"I'm sorry, Omega," Tin said.

The elder ghoul tunned to the hybrid ghoul and shook his head, "It is nothing you need to apologize about, seriously," the ghoul said as he helped push the cassock off Tin's shoulder with a smile as he reached over to turn the tap off.

The hybrid ghoul let out a small squeak as he was lifted up by the taller ghoul and gently placed in the tub. 

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