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neur0515 · 2 years
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my only complaint about the AWL redesigns is that i keep thinking that gustafa is soseki wearing a hippie outfit
otherwise i’m liking them
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a-lonely-tatertot · 11 months
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curious by your bio….. what’s the 51st state?????
oh thats the funny part i dont know the states but by god there is 51
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Whoever gave the foods for that American food poll is clearly either west or east coast. No one from the south would slander good food like that, and no one from the midwest would neglect to mention the atrocities that every aunt or neighbor brings to potlucks. If you’ve suffered thru the mayo and jello based salads and the Frankensteined casseroles, you know they belong on there over grits, biscuits and gravy, and boiled peanuts. Also like, the basic white person from the suburbs meal of boiled/baked chicken, steamed broccoli, and steamed carrots, all with no seasoning…that should honestly have a spot too
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theglitchos · 3 months
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charmed 2024: day one
- coffee in the evening the night before = incapable of sleep. somehow managed to get a couple hours before getting up around 5:30am to head to the airport.
- my ride to the airport was nice, if a bit too chatty for the early hour and my lack of sleep. he was a tow truck driver in chicago for 30 years, doesn't want to see snow again, and his grandkids are spread across the states in terms of which universities they're attending.
- flight went much better than the trip i had a week-ish ago. i greatly prefer southwest. i was somewhat nervous the asian fellow next to me was going to topple onto my shoulder as he slept, but he was ok.
- airports are liminal spaces and time is soup
- con badge woo! hotel checkin woo (and cookies)! unpacking and immediately taking a shower and feeling human again woo! meeting people woo! lots of hugs woo!
- tatertots and spicy water
- i thought about going to the social event, but the amount of noise i heard coming from the room made me incredibly anxious
- i got more hugs and my dnd stuff he'd been keeping for me <3
- flopped a bit and vaguely tried on clothes i brought with me to see if i feel comfy wearing them tomorrow. jury is still deliberating
- a german bean came over and lots of talk and some v smol shenanigans ensued. i still can't believe how tall he is.. maybe i should bring stilts next time :c
tomorrow's thoughts:
- i have homework and a school meeting in the afternoon :c
- only class i really want to see is the boot one
- i should get snacks or something from a store, idk
- poke at the hypno scouts stuff
- spread the Gospel of Worms
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whatgaviiformes · 1 year
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Fic: Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm - Part 17 (chapter 10)
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Summary: Alternate Universe. Gordon is a farmer. And he seems to have nothing to do with International Rescue. Now on AO3!   Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family.*Warnings for previous chapters: phobias and panic attacks*  
Prologue here Chapter 1: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Ao3 Chapter 2: Part 4 | Part 5  | AO3 Chapter 3: Part 6  | Part 7 |  Ao3 Chapter 4: Part 8 | Part 9 | Ao3 Chapter 5: Part 10 | Part 11  | Ao3 Chapter 6 Part 12 | Ao3 Chapter 7: Part 13 | Ao3 Chapter 8: Part 14 | Ao3 Chapter 9: Part 15 | Ao3 Chapter 10: Part 16 | Part 17 (you are here) | Ao3 NEW Tracy Seaside -the playlist here
A/N: Things you may have missed 1) there’s a part for chapter 10 that was launched this weekend featuring big brother BootScoot. I’d encourage reading that first. 2) I’ve also shared a heavily curated playlist I adore. All links are up above. And finally 3) I wrote a one-shot that occurs between chapter 9 and 10 that details what’s going on between Virgil and Everett if you are picking up the vibes. Gordon’s a little shit, but all he wants is to be the best goddamn wingman that ever was. Chocolate and Hazel available on Ao3. *****
Part 17 - Chapter 10 Read on Ao3
Over the next week the chill rolled in. Gordon pulled his fall and winter accessories from storage and packed up all but a couple of his short sleeve tees in favor of the cozy sweaters he kept hanging in his closet. The same flannel he’d picked up for the party, had had its fair amount of use overtop sleep clothes in the evenings, as the cold seeped through his windows and doors.
The quiet of the house was unexpectedly loud, and if emptiness had a physical feeling, he imagined it was similar to the effect of the cold. While extra clothes and warm blankets helped to block the frost from reaching his skin, it didn’t stop it from existing, and it certainly didn’t stop it from affecting him to the bones in all too real way.
But he had shelter against the cold, and so too did he have protection against the hollow feeling in his chest. In the form of his canine companion who cuddled against his side but never on his lap and nudged his hand over her head in place of waiting for pets, and who knew sit, stay, and come, but refused to let her paws be touched. Occasionally, Skipper would roam the halls in a state of confusion and peek into the dark guest room, before finding her way back to Gordon with the heaviest of lonely sighs and wiggling her head under Gordon’s hand for those ear scratches she deeply desired.
Dogs spoke such vibrant emotion.
It was such a thing of beauty, being an animal parent and wondering randomly what they were doing during the times he wasn’t present. With the change in the weather, the hens were likely inside playing with the indoor accoutrements instead of exploring the outside range of the coop. Though, Tabetha was often braver in that regard than the others. Meanwhile, TaterTot liked the highest of perches, while Mocha often claimed the swing roost, with the beading up the side. Their ducks were free-range, so they’d eventually would start to spend more time in their winter enclosure, knowing the farm provided a regular supply of food and water and shelter, but it hadn’t gotten cold enough for that yet. Then there was Skipper, who was either sleeping somewhere between the two houses, or more likely, following Jules around the farm work.
Regardless, they all were likely warmer than he was now, representing their estate on farmer’s market day with Everett and two of the day shift hired hands. His fingerless gloves were made of Italian cashmere, warmer than wool but breathable, in a neutral tone of nutmeg. They were the finest things on him, with the rest of his clothes an array from the first things grabbed from his drawers – a purple beanie, a pair of jeans, a grey merino sweater, and his usual work boots.
Tucked inside their tent behind the rows of wine and mead, he shivered as the wind came through their tent, flapping at the edges. He made sure to greet those that entered and, in between guests, sipped on the warm caramel flavored hot chocolate from the Moretti’s shop. He deserved it firstly because he and the cold were not friends and secondly because he’d resisted the coffee rolls the baking family were selling fresh that morning and which were still responsible for the continuing smell of cinnamon in the air.
“Where’s the handsome one?” a crackling voice spoke, passed down from day-shifter Billy at the produce further up their set up.
“Right where you’re looking, Ms. Mayfield,” Gordon answered without a beat, his grin wide as he started wrapping up her Saturday wine. Old Ms. Margaret Mayfield was harmless in her teasing, he knew.
“Hmm, still a lucky girl, I am, dearie.”
“Of course, you are.” He nudged Everett as he spoke and handed over the wine so he could start ringing her up. “Why don’t you tell this one all about it, and he might give you a nice discount on your produce today.” They had one running anyway.
Seamlessly, he passed her over to him with an added plus of putting Everett on the spot, and the deer-in-headlights expression on his friend’s face only encouraged him more. He could barely stifle his laughter in his sleeve.
Ms. Mayfield giggled, her face flushing. “Oh, you boys are too good to me.”
He gave Everett the credit, the man brushed it off quickly, schooling his face into calm while Ms. Mayfield raved about dark hair and flannel to him while he tried to focus on her numbers. She left with a skip in her step, and all 190 bs of Everett swung toward him with a piercing look.
“You.”
“Moi?” He could laugh.  
“Virgil was right, you are incorrigible.” Everett shook his head, his glare breaking as he couldn’t hold the hard expression when faced with the mirth bouncing off the smaller man. “I get it now.”
“Aww.  What kind of little brother would I be if I didn’t give him a hard time when he’s not here to defend himself?”
“Do you have to put me in the crossfire?”
“Absolutely. Besides you are here and” – Gordon suddenly started reorganizing the display, voice cracking – “he’s not.  Therefore, if anything you’re the actual target, bro.”
“Hey boys?” Everett called out to the day-shifters over Gordon’s head, and he jumped at the sudden boom of his voice. “Good work this morning. You’re welcome to take your breaks. Cap and I got this.” Once the two youngsters sauntered off towards the various stalls and they were clear of customers, he spun back to Gordon, pulling their chairs forward. “You. Spill.”
“What’s to spill?”
“Mhmm.” Everett leaned his cheek on his knuckles, watching him fiddle with straightening the tablecloth.
“I mean it! What’s to spill?”
“Gordon,” he tugged gently on his arm. “Please come sit for a bit and talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to say,” he sighed, sinking into the chair.
“It’s okay to miss him, you know.”
“I-I—” It had only been a couple weeks against the span of years, but for all their ups and downs during his stay Gordon had gotten used to Virgil’s company. “I just am trying to re-remember how to live alone, you know.”
“I understand that,” Everett offered. “You know there’s always the house. You’re welcome anytime.”
“No, I know I have you guys. I still love my home, and I’ll be fine. It’s just I’m still adjusting to the quiet.” He gave him a wry smile.
It was actually a lot of things.
Everything had moved so quickly. Even before the party, he’d been in constant place of thinking of the next thing while physically working on the current. Then there was the party, the clean-up efforts, the change of weather, Virgil’s departure, and then all too suddenly a realization of “back to normal” that he hadn’t had time to process.  
It helped that Virgil hadn’t decided to leave immediately when Scott offered to bring him home, choosing instead to spare a couple of extra days with the farm. He’d wanted to make sure Gordon was in full recovery after the scare that weekend, plus there were a few straggler projects he’d needed to finish in Everett’s work shed. Even still, Wednesday morning came too quickly, and even though they still had party leftovers, they moved their Fish Friday meal early in the week in order to give Virgil a proper send off. Scott and Alan had picked him up bright and early the next day, and there was a heartbreak anew for Gordon to watch three of his brothers take off into the sky.
“I guess I do miss him,” he said. “Only a little though!”
The evening after the elaborate dinner, Virgil had sat them down on the sofa for a heart-to-heart of repeated apologies and promises for the future. His brother swore to him it would be different moving forward, and it was with such intense honesty in eyes and conviction in his voice that Gordon truly found himself starting to believe it.
Virgil had invited him home for Christmas. Home to the Island.  He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to go.  That sure was a lot of seawater, but Virgil had encouraged him they could make accommodations. His needs were no burden, but it was his call. He could tell in Virgil’s eyes that he wanted him there.
They’d pre-planned a rotation of visits between the family to take time off to visit on a scattering of weekends between now and the holiday. They’d never had something like that before, and a protective wall around Gordon’s heart couldn’t help but only believe it would happen when it happened, knowing the world wouldn’t stop needing iR just because of a pre-planned trip. But Virgil had seemed to believe they could make it work, and he still owed Virgil a little bit of trust.
So he focused on looking forward to John’s visit in two weeks. And if that went well, maybe then, he’d start firmly anticipating the next one, and then the next.
“Have you heard from him at all?” Everett asked.
“Not yet.”
“You should reach out,” he encouraged. “I think he’d like knowing you’re thinking about him.”
And that was the rest of what needed navigating, the small things that really meant big things. Small messages of the day-to-day that really meant welcoming his brother to be part of the events of his life, showing that he wanted to share it. Would Virgil even appreciate the random pictures of his chickens? And would he be welcomed in return? Would Virgil send him the little melodies in his head the way he would send them to John?
Everett was right.  He needed to start somewhere.
Small things that meant big things.
He shivered in the cold, opening his phone to start a new group chat, one with all of his brothers, and he sent them off a simple picture of his hot chocolate against the background of their display with the caption wake me up before you cocoa…
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shadow-says-hello · 16 hours
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Something really terrible is happening…
My friend and my wonderful pet hamster Tatertot is slowing down :(
He’s breathing and shaking very bad, barely moving around the cage and he hasn’t been eating. I’ve tried to get him to look at me, he barely is even opening his eyes…I don’t know what is going on, I’ve had him for a little over a year, and when I got him he was about a year old, so I think he’s living his final breaths. I’m trying to make him as comfortable as I can before nature takes its course.
I wish it didn’t have to be like this. But seeing my handsome bby in so much pain and in such a horrible state hurts me 💔
I’ll update you when he passes.
I hope god will take better care of my boy ❤️🕊️
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Here’s an old pic of him from when I first got him 🥰
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tatertotspreschool · 4 months
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pandoramusicbox09 · 1 year
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#5
Does anyone else still get emotional about Yasha’s sad and quiet “I have so many flowers to bring to her” or are the rest of you normal?
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#4
“If you are orphaned, then so am I. And you will never know a lonely day again, as long as I draw breath.” - (Former Major Knickolas Pnackolas Hob)
40 notes - Posted November 10, 2022
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So that last episode has put me in deep in Dorian feelings
Everyone has said it much better than I can. But I was absolutely gutted after that whole last scene. Dorian throwing the outfit he was going to wear to the ball into the closet in exchange for a severe, militaristic outfit in order to play of the role of Bronte Secondsun Wyvernwind of the Silken Squall; my heart just broke into a million pieces for him.
There’s one bit that honestly though stuck out to me that every time I think about it, I want to cry.
Dorian pulls out that chiffon outfit and states that “he got so long ago” and just looks at it before crumpling it along with the mask. That chiffon outfit was the one he got and wore during the Gem of Byroden pageant all those months ago. He stated at that time that while they were in the tent with the different outfits, he had it in his hands and was just looking at it before he decided he wanted to be a part of the pageant.
Then the scene transitions to Dorian tentatively asking Opal if the pageant was only for the ladies, to which Opal replies, loudly and excitedly, “No, no anyone can join!” And then he asks her if she minds them competing against her, which she very emphatically says “No! Of course not! In fact...” and then Opal gives Dorian and Fearne the option to act as a live band for her during her act during the talent portion of the pageant. But, honestly, Opal really wanted her friends to participate in the pageant with her and have fun. She was so excited when Fearne, Dorian and Dariax said they would join. 
Dorian then proceeds to blow everyone away during the formal dress portion of the pageant with beautiful sheer chiffon outfit and floating himself above the crowd. Whimsical, beautiful, “giving them [the crowd] all the charm and machismo that he has to offer.” Afterward, he goes backstage to his friends, enthusiastically clapping for him and telling him how amazing and “hot” he is. Dorian is “flushed” and thanks Opal for the chance to be able to do that because he’s “always wanted to do that or something like that.” He does get embarrassed later on but at that moment, he was so happy and excited.
Here’s the thing: it’s probably safe to say that even though there are pageants where he comes from, he clearly has never been in one. He was so nervous about joining the pageant at first. So much so that he pretty much begged Dariax to join with him for moral support. But he really wanted to participate. He clearly wanted to join and show off who he is and be accepted for what he presents.
And then, during the pageant and afterwards, he’s not only accepted but celebrated for his show. That sheer, shimmering, chiffon beige outfit with the deep V cut that goes down all the way to bottom of his waist. The whole thing showing off his “svelte, muscular form”. His ancestral winged boots that carried him over the crowd, wowing them with his unexpected artistry and charm. More than anything, at the end of that pageant, he may not have won but he was happy, he had fun, he felt alive and excited; so much so that he initiated a drinking contest with Fearne and Dariax as a sort of after-party.
As nervous as he was, the Gem of Byroden pageant was probably the first time Dorian was able to express who he really was and be completely accepted for it. Whimsical, free, beautiful, artistic. He was so happy.
But then, we fast-forward to the Marquet and the ball they are to attend.
Dorian takes that chiffon outfit that he so clearly loves so much that he literally carried it with him from Byroden to Jrusar. The one that he got and wore “so long ago it seems”. He’s just looking at it but not in the same way he was looking at it in the tent in Byroden. And then he tosses it to the bottom of the wardrobe (not even hanging it, just crumples it up and tosses it, ow my heart), and takes an outfit that is “more appropriate” to get the job done. More befitting of Prince Bronte Secondsun Wyvernwind of the Silken Squall. Severe, almost militaristic, nothing whimsy about it. 
This is what Bronte is (what Dorian was raised with the expectation of being). Serious, restrained, muted, authoritarian. And he is miserable.  
You see it in the way Robbie (which oh my god, what a performance!) plays out the scene. Dorian dismisses his friends’ concern for him, refuses to look at any of them for a while. He’s trying to hold himself together through the disappointment and misery and reminds himself that “he’s the best person for the job”. 
Dorian throws away the physical reminder of a time he was so happy just being himself in order to don the identity of someone he hated and was forced to endure being until he could get away.
Oh my god though, the way EVERYONE tunes in as well.
Laudna immediately questioning the rest of the group if this is a good idea, not because she thinks the plan won’t work but because “we don’t want to cause undue trauma”. 
Imogen asking Dorian in his mind if he’s alright with this plan (to which Dorian very tersely replies that “it’s fine”, not even looking at her  because of course, he’s fine, he’s the best person for the job. He’s used to giving up what he truly wants for the benefit of other people, this isn’t new to him 😥). 
Fearne asking Orym for his thoughts and Orym, being very careful and slow with his words. “He’s the best person for the job.” “Dorian has talked us out of 20 different situations” “He’s the best fit” but Orym’s body is stiff. He’s leaning forward, covering his mouth, almost like he’s trying to filter out his words to what he thinks is appropriate, not necessarily what he feels. Orym knew how excited Dorian was for the ball and there’s an unsaid “I hate that this is happening to Dorian” in Orym’s body language while talking to Fearne. 
This is followed immediately by Orym saying he was going to stay with Dorian while they were deciding who should be in which group. As well as, Fearne agreeing immediately to being with Dorian when asked (because she loves her boys and the thought of being away from them makes her very sad). 
Also, those little smiles one Liam, Ashley and Laura’s faces when he described the outfit he was planning on wearing. My heart hurts!
Ashton also cluing in and while they initially volunteered to be with Dorian as a bodyguard, they revise and tell Dorian “you should have final say to who you want at your side”. Honestly, I feel like part of it is that Ashton felt guilty because they were the one who initially, very enthusiastically, volunteered Dorian to play the part of the noble, not realizing what that would do to Dorian emotionally. I think Ashton clued in but it was too late and so they decided the next best thing was to give Dorian as much autonomy in his choice to who would accompany him.
The only ones I couldn’t get a good read on was Chetney and FCG. I think with FCG, they could probably sense that Dorian isn’t alright but might not have a good bead into why. There was that whole discussion beforehand with “designation” and what that means. Also during “What the fuck is up with that?” several episodes back, FCG stated that “it seems like you would be proud to come from a fabled, noble tradition.” I have my own thoughts but I think I need to see more going further.
God, this is a monster of post. I just wanted to contrast the moment Dorian got his chiffon outfit in Byroden to the moment when he tossed it into Eshteross’s wardrobe and how thinking about all those moments in-between and all the implications fucking broke my hearts into a million pieces.
Fuck me, I’m just going to go cry in a corner now. 
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Oh god, I just had a cursed thought
It’s been implied a few times already in this latest episode that Dorian might be mistaken for his brother and be captured/killed for the bounty. We also know that Dorian gave the second Sending Stone to Cyrus and didn’t tell the rest of the party.
What if, for some godforsaken reason, Dorian gets taken for the bounty and he’s unable to get back to the group. Orym, immediately uses the Sending Stone to try to locate him and ends up contacting Cyrus instead. At that point, Orym and the rest of the party realize that Dorian’s gone and they have no way of being able to contact him/ find out where he is or where he is being taken or if he’s even still alive.
And now, I’m imagining how Orym will react. I’m subscribed to the idea that Orym is a widower who lost his husband in that attack 6 years ago. There’s some pretty strong evidence to show that Orym is starting to develop feelings for Dorian (the flower in the hair, clutching the Sending Stone so tightly he bruises his hand, Liam himself saying that Orym “really like Dorian a lot” etc.). Can you fucking imagine what would go through Orym’s head at that point? He already had to go through a heartbreaking loss once before. He already had to go through the feeling of being unable to protect someone he loved before. And now, after all this time when he finds himself falling for someone again (which must carry its own set of complicated feelings), he is unable to protect Dorian. Orym could possibly lose him and he is helpless to stop it.
Oh fuck, I just hurt myself thinking about this.
80 notes - Posted January 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
The last episode has me in my Orym feelings again
MAJOR SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!
My heart was just breaking while watching Orym while they were meeting Oshad. Liam is a master at using his body and facial expressions to convey everything we need to know how a character is feeling. There was actually a moment when I was a little jarred watching Liam because I was suddenly thinking how much Orym resembled Caleb in that moment.
Then I had a thought that just shatter my heart into a million pieces.
Here’s the thing, I love how Liam constantly acts out different things/ says certain things that reminds everyone that he’s a 3′3″ Halfling. But I had a realization that without those reminders, it’s very easy to forget that Orym is “so wee”, as he puts it. It’s not even really about Liam not being a small dude. When Orym sits, he’s leaning back into the chair with an arm swung over the back; he takes up as much space as possible without it really encroaching into another person’s space. Dorian and Fearne have always taken leadership cues from Orym and the others very readily turn to him too when he does take initiative in a situation (i.e. the conversation with Tefta). When they’re in battle, Orym is all over the place, maximizing his movement and his actions play the field. Just the fact that his battle maneuver, Bait and Switch, has him switching positions with an ally and shielding them gives this image of stalwart protector; a wall between a threat and a friend. Orym, as quiet and soft-spoken as he is, feels like he takes up more space than he physically does.
Which brings me to one specific scene during the meeting with Oshad Breshio.
When the party is waiting in the kitchen for Ginang Ela Lumas to come back; Orym was folded in on himself. He was clutching his arm with the tattoo on it; specifically his upper arm where the two moons of Exandria are; Ruidus being cradled in Catha (which adds a whole new level of hurt if we subscribe to the idea that the two moons represent Orym and his late husband, but I digress). Orym was holding himself and looking down. It was really the first time I ever saw Orym actually look that small. Like he was trying to protect himself from something, like he was trying to hide.
Orym doesn’t say a thing in that waiting period. When he does speak to Oshad, it’s careful, slow, his face is tight and his eyes look so sad and desperate. Orym looks nothing like the focused, stoic fighter on a mission. He looks like he’s barely holding himself together and is trying to find a line to pull keep himself from falling.
When they’re saying their goodbyes and Orym clasps Oshad’s arm, he says “Let’s do the same to them”. In the context of what they had just spoken about, Orym is obviously referring to the assassins. But even, without the context and Oshad’s response, it could be heard in Orym’s tone of voice; it’s cold, it’s angry. Orym before this has never shown a penchant for vengeance, even after Bertrand’s death. If anything, after Bertrand died, it seemed more like Orym’s main priority was removing possible threat to his friends’ safety. But after this talk with Oshad, it’s clear. Orym wants those assassins to pay for what they did.
And then the reactions from everyone else!
It was clear the moment they stepped into room with Oshad that this mission was deeply personal for Orym. This group typically has no problem racing each other to ask questions, probing for information from whoever is in the room. Yet, during that entire conversation, even though the whole group was in the room too, no one else said a word. All of them kept a respectful distance and silence, sensing that Orym was on a thin emotional tether. They only really spoke up when it seemed like Orym addressed them directly or when it seemed that meeting with Oshad was wrapping up. Even so, the rest of the party spoke softly and only really saying what was strictly necessary. Ashton, quietly telling Orym that it takes a few days to get to the Heartmoor, FCG expressing his condolences to Ela Lumas as they were about to the leave, Imogen gently asking a steward how old the twins were, Laudna, just as gently, asking Orym if he had any other information as to what it seemed like the assassins were after and then dropping it when Orym told her honestly what the working theory was and that he really didn’t know more than that. Everyone just realizing how hard this was for Orym and being so kind.
I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this. Just that I think this was such as beautiful scene that also broke my heart. Orym, this lil murder man, is already murdering my feelings.   
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Kinktober 2021 - Day 2 Prompt: Against A Wall l Suspension l Threesome Pairing: Stu Macher x GN!afab!Reader x Tatum Riley
TW: NSFW
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"Damn. Now this is a view."
You snicker and Tatum rolls her eyes. Stu was laying down on his bed, looking down at you two between his legs. A smarmy grin graced his features and he looked the utter picture of bliss, his long arms crossed behind his head against his plush pillow.
You had give a kitten lick to the head of his cock as Tatum licked up the side of it. Once her plush lips met yours at the tip, you couldn't help but pull her into a lustful kiss, prompting Stu's lascivious comment.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to this type of special treatment. You're going to have to do double the work later to please us for this." Tatum snarked as she began to lazily stroke his shaft, pulling the leathery skin up and down in a way that had Stu's abdomen flexing and head tilting back in pleasure.
"Mmmm. Yes ma'am."
You give another snicker at this and give a playful bite to his thigh, earning a small yelp as he looked back down at you.
"Eyes over here."
Stu's tongue lolls out briefly before he bites his lips with a nod, eagerly continuing his show.
"'Course, of course. Don't wanna miss this viewing. It's prime time in here!" Stu guffaws and it seemed like he had more to say, but a guttural moan stopped that as Tatum takes him to the hilt in her mouth, slowly drawing up with a powerful suck.
You follow right after, using the same technique. After all, Tatum would know what Stu liked best. She was his girlfriend after all. You had hardly believed your ears when Tatum had approached you one day and casually dropped that she and Stu wanted a threesome with you. You suppose you shouldn't be too shocked. Tatum was always eager to include you in her plans and was always playing with your hair, no matter what length it happened to be at the time. And Stu was touchy, far more touchy than he usually was with others.
You had always wondered why Tatum was okay with Stu hanging off of you more often then his other friends. And now you knew why.
Positioning changed as you reminisced, and you find yourself on your back, Tatum's dripping pussy suspended above you, and Stu's large bulbous cockhead prodding your entrance. You could hear more than see them pull each other into a kiss, Tatum's small whisper of "Love you babes" and Stu's equally quiet reply of "Love you too Tatertot.", and before you know it, Stu is sinking into you and Tatum is lowering her 'lips' to meet yours.
The chorus of moans that rang out sounded like music to you three, and the combination of taste and sensation had your eyes rolling back.
"Fuuuck. Y/N, you're so freakin' tight. They're really giving you a run for your money babe." Stu groaned out as he bottoms out, and the delicious stretch had you sinking your tongue into Tatum before sliding to her clit and rapidly flicking.
"Oooh~." Tatum ground out as you switch to tight circles. "Jeez, that tongue. Better watch out yourself Stu, this is some- ngh - serious competition here."
The praise from both had pride swelling within you, spreading a warm feeling throughout your body that was only further exacerbates by Stu beginning an even pace and Tatum's manicured fingers making contact with your own clit, using your juices and applying even pressure in tight circles.
You half expected them to kick you out when you all finished. The three of you in the bathroom in various states of undress as you cleaned up. But to your surprise (that's been happening a lot with these two lately), you find yourself between them on the couch, blankets pulled up and popcorn served as the low lights of some Western thriller played.
Tatum's head was in your lap, nails gently scratching your thighs, and Stu's arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he pulled you to his chest and gave you a kiss on the temple, his other hand entangled with Tatum's.
You had no idea what to make of this situation. Was this a one time thing? A friends with benefits set-up? Or did they want you as a serious part of their relationship.
The low drawl of a snarky line from Clint Eastwood's character broke you out of your thoughts, your attention now to the ensuing bar fight on screen, and you shelve your speculation for later when you have that conversation with them. Because regardless of what this was, in the low-light of the television, you feel content.
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Sam and Bucky were so confused about where Zemo was taking them. The Baron had given them very little information on where they were headed, just that they were going to someone Zemo trusted.
That alone was enough to raise suspicion. They didn't trust Zemo, so how would they trust someone he trusted?
They went along with him anyway.
The house he had taken them too was slightly hidden away from prying eyes. It's a building you would only really notice if you were looking for it, so a good place to hide away in if need be.
Zemo knocked on the door and waited.
Sam and Bucky looked at one another, then back at Zemo.
"Will you at least tell us who were are meeting?"
They didn't get an answer.
The door opened and you appeared, smiling at Zemo when your gaze landed on him. He smiled back, looking just as happy to see you.
"Y/N." He leans and kisses either cheek, you doing the same.
"Helmut! It's so good to see you again. Are these the men you spoke about?" You look at Sam and Bucky.
"Yes, may we come in?" He asks.
"Of course." You move out of the way and let them all in. You look both ways up the street before closing the door. You walk into your living room with them and have them make themselves at home.
Zemo instantly follows you over to your kitchen where you begin to prepare drinks for them all.
Sam and Bucky share a look. They look back over to see you and Zemo chatting and smiling.
"Did you know he had friends?" Sam asked, keeping his voice low as to know disturb you and Zemo catching up.
"No, did you?"
"No. He hasn't mentioned anyone this entire time. Someone actually wants to be friend with this guy? Even after everything he did?"
Bucky shrugs and glances over to you. You were laughing at something he had said. You two were just getting along.
You only stop chatting as you bring the tea over, preparing Zemo's favourite. You knew what he liked.
You and Helmut sit down with the boys.
"You have a friend?" Sam asks, unable to contain himself.
You chuckle from where you sit.
"Yes, I do. You're surprised?" Zemo asks, smiling cunningly at him.
"I don't think surprised covers it, you know who is he is right?" Sam asks, looking at you.
"Yes."
"And you're friends with him?" Bucky asks this time.
"Yes," you sip your tea, unfazed by their questioning.
"How long have you known him?"
"Years. We were much younger when we first met. I told Helmut that if he ever needed me, I'd be there for him."
Zemo smiles at you.
"He's killed people," Sam states.
"I know."
"He brainwashed me," Bucky tells you.
"I'm aware."
They look at each other again and then back at you. You share a glance with Zemo, but tour silent conversation was much different to theirs.
You smirked.
Zemo sipped his tea, eyes full of amusement.
Sam and Bucky would never understand.
"We are just surprised someone like Zemo has a friend."
"Y/N is my only friend. I value what we have greatly. Even if the rest if the world turns it back on me, I know Y/N will not. Everyone should have a friend like that," Zemo says, smiling fondly.
He always held you in such high regard.
"Zemo is always welcome in my home. You two are only welcome for now. Do what you have to do and then leave," you tell them rather strictly.
Zemo was amused by your attitude toward the pair. If there was any other way, he wouldn't have brought them here to bother you, but he really needed your help.
"That's fair. We shall be pit of your hair in a few days," Zemo says.
"Alright. Though I better see you more after this, Helmut. It can be a little lonely without your visits."
He smiles.
"Of course. I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't."
You chuckle softly and show them all to their rooms. You leave Zemo to last just you can catch up a little more in privacy.
He gives you a hug and smiles.
"It is so good to see you again," he says.
"And you too. How have you been, I've been worried about you."
"I'm doing better now. I can always rely on you, can't I?" He asks, though he had mo reason to. He had always known the answer to that.
"Of course. Whatever happens, you can always find me here."
"And I will protect you. It won't be safe for you to stay here after we leave."
"Then send word and I'll meet the wherever you need me. Don't let them lock you up again, Helmut."
He winks at you with a cheeky grin.
This man has a plan, he just can't share it yet. You smile at him. You trust him. Everything will work out the way it was suppose to.
Zemo didn't need many friends. Just one, and he had the best he could ever ask for.
Sam and Bucky had no idea what you were scheming in the next room over.
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Keeper of the Lost Cities Series - Shannon Messenger Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sophie Foster/Biana Vacker Characters: Sophie Foster (Keeper of the Lost Cities), Fitz Vacker, Biana Vacker, Alden Vacker, Grady Ruewen, Tiergan (Keeper of the Lost Cities), Other KOTLC Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Human, Blood and Violence, ahem- gae Summary:
“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”
― Herbert Hoover
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It was far too easy to slip out of the castle.
My feet thudded against the ground as I flew over the damp cobblestones. It had stopped raining, mercifully, but it was still dark. Perfect for a very illegal meeting. 
I pulled my hood low over my head, peering out at the empty courtyard. Wind rustled the trees bordering the stone square. Water rushed in the fountain basin, the only noise in the quiet. I crept along the edge of the courtyard and slipped through the shadowed greenery.
“Who are you looking for?”
I spun around, drawing my dagger. It was hard to keep a straight face as the boy smiled at me as his periwinkle eyes glowed in the dark. It was an unconscious move, our hands twisting into a handshake perfected over years of our friendship. 
He laughed quietly, punching my arm. “How are you?”
“Good.” It wasn’t a lie. “You?”
“Alright, I guess.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Rex didn’t make it.”
I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my throat. Rex, sweet Rex, was dead. Another body on the king’s head. I glared back at the castle, my hands shaking. “I’m so sorry, Dex.”
He shook his head. “You’re good. It wasn’t your fault.”
“It wasn’t, Miss Foster.” I hadn’t even noticed the tall man under the willow tree. He stepped out, his dark blue eyes filled with sorrow. I bit my lip, shaking my head. “You’re wrong, Leto. If I’d―”
“You can’t change the past, Sophie.” His voice was soft and caring. He patted my shoulder, looking up at the tall spires of the castle. “So?”
Metallic blood filled my mouth, my teeth cutting a tear in my lip. “Everything’s going fine. I can kill that so-called ‘king’ anytime, General. Just give me the word.”
“Not yet.” He sighed, leaning back against the tree. “Tiergan― that is, King Tiergan to you― doesn’t want you making any moves against Eternalia. And certainly not King Alden. It’s not the time.”
I could feel my blood boiling. He had killed so many of us, and our king wanted to spare him? “You― the king― sent me here, to Eternalia, to kill King Alden, and how he doesn’t want me to? Doesn’t he see what pain Eternalia has caused us? What they’ve done?” I spat out my words, each word coated in venomous rage.
Leto’s lips twitched into a smile, a rare sight for the old general. “You mistake Tiergan’s motives, Miss Foster. He wants you to wait, because he has a plan. However, it’s not time to act yet. Which means that you need to stay put and keep your head. I can already see you losing your cool. Control yourself.”
I glared at him, turning to Dex instead, his expression telling me that this was the first he’d heard of the change on plans as well. “You’re okay with this?”
“Absolutely not.” 
The words were surprisingly comforting, but I still wasn’t satisfied. “Why do we need to wait? I can finish this.”
“Because the king said so.” Leto replied calmly.
My jaw tightened.
Dex frowned slightly, kicking at the loose earth. “I think we should listen to him, Sophie. If anyone knows what they’re doing, it’s King Tiergan.”
“But―” I started, then bit down on my tongue. Dex was right. So was Leto, which I found rather hard to admit since I’ve been doing my best to annoy the stately general ever since the day he chose Dex and I to be his apprentices.
“So?” I sighed, turning back to him. “What does Tiergan have in mind?”
“King Tiergan, Miss Foster.” His dark eyes twinkled softly in the dark. “And he has a very interesting plan. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Winnowing Ball?”
I frowned and nodded. I had heard about it, actually. From what I’d caught from snippets of conversations, the ball was an annual event in Eternalia. The highest of highborns attend, with King Alden himself present. Basically every snobby person in the kingdom comes to compete on how high they could stick their noses in the air.
“That’s when we’ll attack.”
I blinked. “What?”
“That’s when we’ll― or you, I suppose― will kill the king. And others. Hopefully.” Leto repeated slowly. 
“But that’s… so simple.” Dex stammered slightly.
“Simple plans are often the best.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek, tapping my foot against the cobbles. Shadows shifted around the courtyard, clouds obscuring the bright glow of the moon. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. I’ll wait until the ball.”
Wind rustled the bushes as Leto stared around the shadowy courtyard. “We should leave. I’ll send you more instructions soon.” He gaze fell onto me. “Remember, Miss Foster. We see. We listen. We hear. We serve the king. We are the King’s Blade.”
I shivered slightly, nodding. Dex offered me a slim grin as he pulled me into a tight hug. “See you soon, Soph.”
“Yeah.”
I was vaguely aware of watching their silhouettes slip through the streets, vaguely aware of running back to the castle and stealing back through the servants hall. Moonlight paled the deep red carpets and cast gorgeous coloured lights through the stained-glass windows. 
I hurried through the hall, my footsteps dulled against the carpets. My breath came out ragged as I skipped up the stairs, light on my feet. I frowned. Every hall looked the same. I frowned again and, and went right. 
“Your Majesty?”
King Alden looked haggard, dark circles around his eyes. Behind him the old wooden doors to the king’s rooms where slammed shut, small rays of light shining from under the door. Fitz looked just like his father, his own sleepless circles darker than the king’s. 
The king scowled slightly, looking me over. “What are you doing awake, little girl?”
I pursed my lips and dipped into a bow. He didn’t even remember me. I was just another servant to him. I gritted my teeth and straightened. “I was feeling a little under the weather, Your Majesty. I just slipped out for a breath of fresh air.”
The king nodded, his gaze gliding over me. He seemed distracted, almost. I shot a look at Fitz, who shook his head and held out his arm. “I’ll escort you back to your chambers, Miss.”
He nodded again and ran a hand down his face, watching as his son pulled me out of sight. 
“Fitz, what’s―”
He shook his head, dragging me down the hall. Cool wind hit my face as he pulled me outside, around the courtyard, behind the castle. Green vines were draped all over the ancient marble statues, flowers and ferns shooting out of cracks in the ivory stone.
“Where are we?” 
“Royal Gardens.”
I glanced at him, taking in his rumpled tunic and red face. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s― Nothing.”
“You can’t expect me to believe that.”
He bit his lip, looking back at the tall spires of the castle, the same way Leto had looked at them earlier that night. His eyes were filled with tears, dripping down his cheeks and onto his shirt. “My mom― The queen―”
I raised my eyebrow. I knew the Queen, if only from her brief meeting with my own king. “What about her?”
“She― She’s dying.”
“What?”
“In battle. The Battle of Oblivionmyre. She was stabbed―” His eyes sparkled with tears.
I remembered that battle. I didn’t fight, but I remember the cheers that echoed around the palace that night. But he couldn’t know that. He was his father’s son, and his father was a monster, and his father was the one who hurt my people. “What happen?”
Almost as if a switch had been flipped, the tears were gone from the young prince’s eyes. They blazed with anger, his fists clenched, knuckles white. “Them. It was them. King Tiergan’s soldiers. They did that to her. They’re monsters, and murders.”
Blood pounded through my head. “What?”
“They’re monsters.” He spat, glaring around the garden. “That’s all there is to it.”
I opened my mouth and closed it again. “I― I have to go.”
“No wait― Sorry.” Fitz ran a hand down his face, sitting on the marble ruins. “I just get so angry. They’ve hurt my kingdom so much. I hate it. I wish this war would just end.”
“Same.” My words were a whisper, gently carrying on the wind. 
Fitz smiled sadly, kicking around the pale stone debris. “And if this war doesn’t end soon then... I suppose,” He swallowed hard. “I’ll be king. And then, well I don’t know.”
He stared up towards the twinkling sky, sighing deeply. His eyes were pricked with tears again. “I don’t know whether she’ll survive.” He whispered. “But I don’t what I can do except end this war.”
We both watched the stars shimmer brightly against the dark night sky, the wind ruffling in our hair. After a few minutes, a creak of a door echoed through the night, accompanied by the soft sound of feet on grass. 
It took me a second to recognize the general from the day before, he was out of armour and wringing his hands as he held out his arm for the prince. “Your Highness, your father asked me to come get you. It’s late.” He smiled at me, if only a little sadly.
Fitz nodded and pulled himself to his feet. “Thank you General Ruwen. I’m so―”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” He assured him quietly. He dipped his head to me and gestured towards the castle. “If I could escort you back, Miss?”
I shook my head, gazing at Fitz. “I think I’ll stay out her a little while longer.”
Both men dipped their heads into polite bows, walking back to the shadowy palace. I watched them leave, brushing the dirt off my dress.
I thought the prince was different.
I thought that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be as blind as the rest of his people.
My eyes narrowed as I watched soft candlelight go out in the castle windows.
Oh well.
Like father, like son.
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Circles - Lucas/Alice
Lucas first met Alice two hundred years ago.
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Dream of Endless Shadow
a dark!Tam AU, written to go along with @lemontarto‘s dark!Tam drawing. Make sure to go look at it if you haven’t seen it yet! 
Wordcount: 2,274 
Trigger warnings: Death, non-graphic violence 
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Laughter floats through the air and up a sweeping cliff, gathering around a pair of figures standing at the edge. Linh glances back at her brother, hair pulled back into a low ponytail. She’s smiling- she’s always smiling. Tam wonders sometimes how she can be so happy, looking at all they’ve lost. 
“Come on,” she says, holding out a hand. “You’ll be fine.” 
Tam quirks an eyebrow. “You can’t guarantee that.”
Linh raises a hand in the air, and the water below them rises with it, a huge shimmering bubble. She grins at Tam. 
“Yes I can. Just jump.”
The sun beats down on his back as Tam stares down at the ocean. It’s safe- he knows it’s safe, but he can’t stop his fear. Linh is always the brave one, anyway. 
She charges ahead while Tam stays behind, rushing around corners before he’s made sure it’s safe. He doesn’t understand, really- how she can be so happy, so fearless, so Linh. 
“Come on,” Linh says again, grabbing his hand. “On three, okay? One…”
She’s amazing. 
“Two…”
She’s powerful.
“Three!”
And Tam knows that they’ll be fine as long as she’s by his side. 
He takes a deep breath and jumps. 
-/-
Tam glares down at the dark streets of Atlantis, eyes tracking barely-visible figures on the ground below. He could probably see better if he dispersed the shadows, but that would blow his cover- and besides, he can see well enough. 
Well enough is pretty much all he’s getting, these days. He can see well enough, he can sleep well enough, he’s eating well enough. 
Well enough isn’t good, of course, but Tam doubts he’ll ever be good again. 
Finally, the person he’s looking for exits the shop underneath him. Tam was a little surprised when he found Ruy Ignis in a flower shop in Atlantis, but he supposes it makes sense; it’s not like anyone knows what he looks like. Tam only recognized him by his voice, and even that took a couple visits to figure out. 
Ruy turns the corner and enters an alleyway to the side of his shop, humming something under his breath. With a quiet grunt, Tam wraps shadows around the man and drops to the ground a few feet away. Ruy makes a sound of surprise and summons a forcefield.
“What-” 
Tam releases the shadowflux he’s been holding in his hands, and it slinks through the forcefield to wrap around Ruy’s neck, hovering just a few inches above the skin. The man’s eyes go wide as he scrambles to get away. Tam clenches a fist and it moves closer to Ruy, shrinking little by little until it’s a hair away from the skin. 
He chose shadowflux not because it was easy for him, but because it hurt. Tam wants this man- all of the Neverseen, really- to feel pain, to feel what he’s been feeling for days now. This hurt, this ache, always there but never healed. Not really. Tam forces the shadowflux closer, and-
“Tam!”
Sophie and Biana rush into the alley, both clad in dark tunics and capes. Biana has a throwing star in her hand, but she’s not looking at Ruy- she’s staring right at Tam. 
“What are you doing here?” Tam growls, relaxing his hands just enough to let Ruy breathe. Sophie narrows her eyes at him. 
“I could ask you the same thing,” she says. “Where have you been, Tam? We’ve been worried sick!”
“I’ve been out,” Tam replies. “I’m fine.”
“Right,” Biana says slowly. She turns to Sophie. “Can you bring Ruy back to the Black Swan? I’ll stay here.”
Sophie nods, shooting Biana a quick smile before grabbing Ruy’s arm and leaping away. Biana turns to Tam. 
“This is what you’re up to?” she asks. “Trying to kill people?”
“They deserve it,” Tam answers. Biana shakes her head. 
“Maybe so, but we don’t do that, Tam. We don’t kill. If we do-” her voice breaks slightly, and Tam can tell they’re remembering the same thing. “We’re just as bad as them.”
“Then I guess I’m bad.” Tam responds, curling the shadowflux back into his palms. He sighs. “I just want to avenge her, Bi. I want to- to destroy them as much as they destroyed me. As much as they destroyed her.”
“Linh wouldn’t want-”
“Don’t pretend like you know her!” 
Biana takes a step back, eyes wide. Tam only realizes how loud he’s shouted after the fact. “You didn’t know her,” he adds more quietly. “No one knew her like I did.”
“Maybe not,” Biana says slowly. “But I still loved her. She was amazing. Kind, talented, fierce.” She looks at Tam, staring straight into his eyes. “She wouldn’t have wanted you to be sad. She would have wanted you to keep living, not take other lives away.”
“I-” Tam shakes his head. “No. I can’t. I have to- to do this.” To do anything, he adds in his head. Biana lets out a long breath. 
“Okay. Just- promise me you’ll be safe, okay? You shouldn’t have to die for her.”
“I know,” Tam says, because he does. “I promise.”
It might not be a promise he can keep. 
-/-
This was supposed to be standard. 
They’d received word of trolls being attacked in the woods off Brackendale- and while, of course, no one had gotten hurt, Sophie had decided to check it out anyway. Something’s been shifting lately, some sour wind sweeping into the Lost Cities and bringing with it the smell of death. The Neverseen are braver, now, and they need to be careful. 
They weren’t careful enough. 
They’re ambushed almost immediately when they move into the woods. Black-cloaked figures drop down from the trees, surrounding them on all sides. Next to him, Tam hears Linh growl, pulling water from the air and forming it into a ball, ready to attack. Marella summons fire, Keefe and Fitz grasp throwing stars, Dex readies his newest gadgets and Sophie gets ready to inflict. 
This time, they’re not going to lose. Not again. 
And for a moment, it seems like they’re winning. Most of the Neverseen are already on the ground, unconscious or held down. Tam can’t recognize most of them- he thinks one of the only ones left standing is Gethen, but he can’t be sure. 
It’s odd, for the Neverseen to be taken down so easily, but Tam chalks it up to their little group simply being stronger now. He turns to watch Linh, swinging water in a sweeping arc and knocking a woman to the grass beneath their feet, and smiles slightly. 
And then-
It doesn’t happen in slow motion. Tam doesn’t see the throwing star coming, doesn’t hold out a hand to try and stop it. Linh is upright, and then she’s not- she’s fighting, and then she’s lying on the ground with a piece of silver metal embedded in her neck. 
Linh is alive, and then she’s not. 
Tam doesn’t even get to say goodbye. 
-/-
The first few days were the worst. 
He didn’t do anything but sit on the couch in Tiergan’s living room, staring blankly at the wall as he relived that moment over and over again. 
A flash of silver, a small cry cut off too soon. Blood staining the grass and getting on Tam’s hands as he rushes to her, too late. 
Too late. He’s always too late. 
Nightmares and sleepless nights bleed into empty days, and Tam doesn’t care. He feels time slipping away, feels himself get weaker (he’s not eating. what’s the point, when she’s gone), feels shadows wrap around him. 
They’re shockingly cold, but at least feeling cold is feeling something. 
So he falls backwards into the shadows, letting them surround him, crush him out of the half-dead state he’s been in and back into his own body. And slowly, the sadness recedes. It’s not gone, it’ll never be gone, but Tam has managed to cover it up with something else. 
Anger. 
Rage is what gets him off of the couch, what gets him to eat, what gets him out of the house. Anger is what makes him track down each and every member of the Neverseen and kill them. 
Or, try to. Someone always shows up to stop him. 
At this point, Tam is sure they’re tracking him somehow. Sophie, Biana, Keefe, Dex- someone is always there, telling him to slow down. 
Stop, they’ll say. You’re going to hurt yourself. This isn’t safe. 
And Tam knows it’s not. He can feel the shadowflux creeping through his veins; a cold, tingling sensation. It doesn’t hurt, not yet, but it will eventually. 
It’ll take over, eventually. 
Tam doesn’t care. 
He’s standing on the edge of the cliff again, the one he and Linh used to come to when they went swimming. It’s clouded, today, the water below gray and upset. No more sunny blue days. 
Sunny blue days disappeared a long time ago. 
Tam came here to find some long-lost part of Linh, to remember, but all it does is hurt. Hurt and hurt and hurt again, and it never stops. 
It never stops. It’s never going to stop. The only way is-
The water below is dark. It won’t catch him this time. 
Tam takes a shaky step forward. 
A flash of silver, a small cry cut off too soon. Blood staining the grass and getting on Tam’s hands as he rushes to her, too late. 
And a laugh. High and cackling. Tam knows that laugh. 
“Gethen.” 
And he turns away from the cliff. 
-/-
They’re at a human picnic spot, sharing a piece of fruit the gnomes gave them for lunch. Linh’s laughing at something Tam says when a screech echoes through the air. 
A hawk has just picked up a mouse in its talons, carrying it through the air and towards a tree branch. Linh gasps and stands up, but the humans on the other side of the clearing are faster- one grabs a rock and hits the hawk in the wing. It goes crashing to the ground, and the mouse scurries away. 
The humans leave, laughing, as Linh rushes over to the bird. 
“It’s hurt,” she says, gently lifting a wing that is bent in a way no wing should ever be. “We need to help it.”
“It was going to kill that mouse,” Tam points out. “You didn’t want it to do that. Why are you helping it now?”
“Because it’s hurt,” Linh says, glaring at him, “and it was just trying to find food. And even if it wasn’t-” she shakes her head- “it’s a living thing. If you can help a living thing, you should.
“If you just leave it, it could die. No one deserves that, no matter what they’ve done.” 
Tam sighs, crouching down next to her. “Fine. How can I help?”
-/-
The security at Gethen’s prison cell isn’t very good. 
The goblins at the door didn’t even give him a second glance as Tam moved through the door- although, to their credit, Tam is pretty sure he still has a reputation as “Sophie Foster’s friend.” 
Still, he doesn’t get any questions as he moves through the stone-lined walls and stops in front of a chilly cell. The man inside gives him a sharp smile. 
“Tam Song,” he says. “I’ve been wondering when you would come to visit. Last time we talked you seemed a bit… unstable.”
“Last time we talked I tried to kill you,” Tam says bluntly. “Now I’m here to finish that.” 
He summons shadowflux, ignoring the chill that runs through his whole body. He’ll deal with that later. Right now, all that matters is his sister’s murderer. 
Gethen laughs. “You always were stronger than the rest of them,” he shrugs. “I’m not surprised to see you’re the one who went insane.”
“I’m not insane,” Tam growls, pushing the shadowflux closer to the man. “You killed my sister. Now you’re going to pay.”
Gethen’s eyes glint and he starts to say something, but Tam pushes the shadowflux into his skin and whatever he was going to speak is lost in a scream.
A flash of silver, a small cry cut off too soon. 
 Tam narrows his eyes and forces the shadowflux closer, pushing it into the man’s brain. 
Blood staining the grass and getting on Tam’s hands as he rushes to her, too late. 
Gethen’s body goes limp, but his eyes are wild and Tam knows he’s still in pain. 
A laugh. High and cackling. And-
Gethen falls to the floor, his chest no longer heaving. He’s gone. 
He’s gone, and Tam should be happy. Linh is avenged. She can move on now. She can be satisfied.
Linh wouldn’t want this, Biana’s voice whispers in his brain. It wasn’t for her. It was for you. 
“No,” Tam bites his lip so hard he tastes blood, falling against the cold stone wall. He’s so cold- everything is so cold. “No, no, this was for her. This was for revenge.”
But he can see Linh, leaning over that wounded hawk. She looks up at him, straight at Tam, and her brow furrows. 
No one deserves to die, no matter what they’ve done. She says, shaking her head. She stands up, moving toward Tam. What have you done, Tam?
“I just wanted them to hurt,” Tam whispers. “I wanted them to die.”
Linh frowns sadly and the memory dissipates. Tam sinks to the floor, head in his hands. The floor is cold, the walls are cold, he’s so cold- 
Shadowflux moves toward him, burrowing under his skin. Tam lets it, lets it move through his bloodstream and into his heart. 
Everything is cold. 
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hatsukeii · 4 years
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𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨- 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤+
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
“Oh my fucking god, you did WHAT?”
“Calm down, I just helped him with something after school, it’s not like I blew him off in a locker room or something, chill.”
“No! This is HUGE! You helped THE Tsukishima Kei! You know? Super rich, privileged, snobby family Tsukishima? The one whose parents pulled him out of volleyball practice once for some college tour Tsukishima Kei?”
“Wait. He’s a Tsukishima?”
At that sentence, Mai’s mouth hung open as she stared at you in disbelief. You poked at your tray of food, occasionally eyeing said boy from across the cafeteria. He was sat there, picking at what looked like a strawberry cake. Next to him, was a freckled boy. The duality in the energy between the two was almost ironic. To think that a cold, indifferent loner like Tsukishima would willingly tolerate a bubbly, enthusiastic and easily flustered boy like freckles over there, it was kind of funny to look at.
“Mai? Earth to Mai?”
“(Y/n), baby, I’m sorry but you’ve gotta be either on the bottom of the school hierarchy scale, which I’m sure you aren’t, or have been living under a rock your entire life. Do you know how many of us girls would kill to be of any use to him? He’s hot, rich, and smart, he’s Mr. Fucking Perfect!”
You took another peek towards Tsukishima. It’s only been about half a minute and he’s already got a crowd of girls surrounding his table. He continued to devour the cake, not paying any mind to the harem situation he was in. One of the girls slapped his back, causing him to jerk forward and drop the piece of cake in his fork. You stifled a tiny snicker, feeling slightly bad for him, but at the same time extremely amused by the situation.
“I know he’s all popular and stuff but it’s no big deal, he doesn’t even know who I am. I helped him out once and that’s it, he probably doesn’t even remember.”
Rapidly firing awkward hand gestures, along with excessive noises, Mai grabbed your sleeve, shooting straight up and dragging you to the girls’ restroom. Slamming the door shut, she put her two hands to her temples, rubbing circles into the two sides of her head. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her eye sockets. Abruptly, she spun around to face you, almost hitting her forehead against yours. You flinched, holding out your hands protectively to shield your face as you stared at your friend in concern. She took a hold of your shoulders, looking you dead straight in the eye with unwavering determination.
“What did you help him with yesterday (Y/n)?”
“I don’t really think I’m in the position to tell you-”
“Okay but did you touch him?”
“What?”
“(Y/n), did you make contact with him or not?”
Mai’s grip on your shoulders was deathly tight. It was clear that you weren’t going anywhere until you told her what had happened the day before. Sighing to yourself, you scratched your head, surrendering to her.
“I mean I grabbed his arm and pat his back, that’s about it.”
Her hands flew straight off your shoulders and were slapped over her mouth. From looking at her cheeks, you could make out a huge smile from under her hands. A high pitched chuckle, followed by more muffled, but high pitched laughs came out of her mouth as you perked your brow in confusion.
“Oh, oh (Y/n), baby boo I’m so proud of you!”
“Wha- what the fuck are you talking about?”
“You got to touch him? Do you understand how incredibly fortunate you are?”
Cringing at her words, you slowly shook your head.
“No? I don’t?”
“Just go home later and think about it yourself, okay? God, what a lucky bitch... you’re lucky I’m your friend and the only one that knows! If any of his fangirls found out, you’d be dead by sunrise.”
Pushing you out of the restroom, she sat down at her lunch table as if the talk you guys just had never happened. However she would occasionally give you a look, before eyeing Tsukishima, who at this point was just going through his phone, then back at you again. Starting to get annoyed and quite frankly embarrassed, you slammed your hands onto the table, before grabbing your almost untouched tray of food, and throwing it out. The cafeteria stared as you stomped to your seat, grabbed your bag, and stormed out. However, apart from being embarrassed and irritated, those weren’t the main reasons why you left the cafeteria. You were guilty. You felt bad for lying. God if Mai were to ever find out you left out such a juicy detail she would absolutely kill you.
Because you still couldn’t get the thought of him out of your head.
Last night, you laid in bed trying to sleep, but so many questions were made after that encounter. Who was he? Why did that seem like the first time you had ever seen him?
It was now midnight, and you were in the exact same state as last night. Giving it a bit of thought, you realised that he was probably always here. His presence was so nonexistent to you that you never even noticed him. You would see an extra tall classmate under the tree at times, scribbling in a notebook or whatever. A tuft of blond hair amongst a sea of students during an assembly. A pair of glasses on the lab table, followed by a boy scrambling back for it. Those were the questions you had yesterday. Today, it was a whole new subtopic that opened up to you. Tsukishima Kei. That was his name.
“Tsukishima huh...”
You knew who the Tsukishimas were. Mai was right. The family was privileged and known nationwide for their extremely successful members. One of their most famous was Akiteru Tsukishima. He seemed like a modest person on TV most the time. Think about it, he has mentioned something about a brother. Maybe he was talking about Kei? Something didn’t add up for you. How was it that everyone else in his family was so famous, yet you had never heard of him before? Whipping out your phone, you searched for Mai’s contact, before sending her a text.
You- Mai
You- MAI
You- MAI REPLY RIGHT NOW ISTG
Mai🤮💕- wtf do you want you crazy ass bitch it’s midnight
You- Oi wtf go back to sleep bitchass
Mai🤮💕- wha
Mai🤮💕- wtf do you want from me woman
You- Anyways don’t take this the wrong way okay but have you ever seen Tsukishima with his family or on TV or the news or sth?
Mai🤮💕- so you’re simping
You- no<3
Mai🤮💕- To answer your question no, I haven’t. I’ve bumped into his mom and other brother at an art gallery before though, I think the woman said she didn’t know a Kei when I asked. Wack ass hoe forgetting about her own relative
You- cool thanks now go to bed bye
Setting your phone back onto the floor, you placed your hands behind your head.
“What’s up with him...?”
Panic attack at school then turns out he’s a member of some mega successful family, yet he stays unknown?
Something wasn’t adding up, and it was bugging you to no end.
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helahades · 4 years
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“Hello! Do you know any black writer here on tumblr?”
hello! I honestly have no idea when this was sent in, but boy do I. I’m surrounded by black talent 😍
here is an excellent list that was made of poc writers: link
as for my personal recommendations, here are my faves: @thorsthot @avintagekiss24 @punani @moralofthestori @allaboardthereadingrailroad @honeychicanawrites @papi-chulo-bucky @tropicalcap @lady-olive-oil @browngirlmagic @thotty-tatertot @muse-of-mbaku
and i don’t know if it’s clear, but let me say again that you can always assume my fics have a black reader, even if not explicitly stated ♥️
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estherwritess · 4 years
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Boxer! Iwaizumi Hajime x reader
wc: 1573
genre: fluff
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Abruptly being awoken from your sleep, you swatted your hand around you trying to find the noisy culprit responsible for interrupting your much-needed sleep. Subconsciously, you already had a gut feeling about who could possibly be calling at this ungodly hour. While lifting your hand up you managed to croak out an almost undecipherable “hello?”.  
The deeper, masculine voice unmistakingly belonged to your long-time friend, Iwaizumi Hajime, the shakiness, worry and sheer uncertainty in his voice makes you feel instantly more awake.
“Y/N, could you come to the club please? I need you right now.” The phrase is enough to send you almost flying out of bed; your mind silently cussing him out, partly for making you worried, and partly because you just wanted sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for him to call you after any kind of boxing game and neither was it uncommon for boxing games for the adult men to take place later at night.
He’d always call you whenever he needed help. You, the reliable one as always. Your feet seemed to carry you towards the front door, haphazardly grabbing your keys from their designated spot on the counter of your apartment; the other hand trying to wipe away the sleepy feeling washing over you in waves.
There you are, wobbling on your legs, pushing open the door to the familiar club you’d spent so much time with your best friend. Nothing really prepared you for the sight you’d soon be facing. There he was, sat on one of the benches, dimmed lights filled the room with low light. Your eyes took him in, curiously searching for the reason as to why he could’ve possibly called you right now. Hands wrapped in protective tape, wrists resting right above his knees as his head was cast downwards. The gym was mostly empty except for a few people cleaning the space up; making your way over to where he was currently sitting you made sure to call out to him.
“Hajime...? What’s up?” Your voice cautiously rung out, easily rising out from the background noise. As his body turned to face to you, a less-than-genuine smile forced its way onto his face; you could tell whether it was genuine, you’d like to think of yourself as a little Iwaizumi analysis guide after spending so many years with him.  However, you could never really figure out if he felt the same way ever since you’d developed that small nagging crush in your third year. The feeling was always there, quite like a little figurative devil that followed you around, you had become quite the expert at hiding it after almost leaking your little secret. You weren’t one to make a move if you weren’t sure there was a chance that the person would actually feel the same way.
Your eyes moved to the bruising forming on his chest, reddish splotches on his chest and arms. Older bruises were still present, making the view all the more worrying to you. His chest and stomach were littered with blue-purple-ish and red patches. His lip was busted and his eye seemed to be swelling shut.
You could swear you felt your heart drop to your stomach; your body lunging forward, grabbing his hands as he winced at the sudden movement. “Some carefulness wouldn’t hurt,” his light-hearted joke didn’t seem to be changing much about your current state of worry, your eyes searching to meet his as he kept trying to avoid your unwavering gaze.
“What happened?” your voice sounded thick with concern; brows furrowed.
“I think you can tell what happened, you’re smart Y/N, I lost a match” the side of his mouth curled up; his token expression whenever he took a playful dig at you. As you got closer to his face, you couldn’t help but graze your finger over the busted lip; wondering if it hurt as much as you thought it did. When he winced you pulled back, you felt as if you had been pulled out of some kind of dream. The stare you both gave each other felt like it lasted ages, you managed to tear yourself away, clumsily finding your words.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of here” you avoid any kind of eye-contact, pursing your lips as you lend him your shoulder; Draping his arm over it, you help him up and start walking back to your car. A deafening, tension-filled, silence took over. Neither one of you said anything as you quietly opened the passenger door of your car, giving him support as to allow him to climb in. You sneak a glance at him from the corner of your eye, keeping an eye on the road; he looks slightly distraught.
“Not used to losing, Hajime?” a small smile settles itself on your lips as you let your gaze fall back on the road, fingers drumming rhythmically on the steering wheel. He hummed, eyes skimming over your relaxed figure leaning against the car seat, he notices every single detail about you. Your presence makes him feel at ease, something about you has always made him feel that way. You somehow knew what to say during the moments when he was speechless, you were reliable and you had an incredibly kind heart. You’d been friends for over 6 years, you met in high school and kept the friendship going throughout college. He supported you in your pursuit of higher education, while you supported him in his ambition to go pro with his boxing.
Iwaizumi had always been the type who found hiding his feelings to be much easier than straight up admitting them; it felt so personal, almost like he was letting someone see him vulnerable. He didn’t enjoy that feeling very much, so he found it best to stick things out. Oikawa had nagged him about it countless times, how he was wasting time, he’d never listen though. So, there he was, bruised and beaten; he was lucky you’d driven out there so late at night to help him out. Without being aware of it, a smile made its way onto his face.
Turning off the engine you practically stumbled out of the car, trying to quickly get to Iwaizumi’s side, his eyes apologetically looking at you. You draped his arm around your shoulder once again, offering him something to hold on as you made your way to your apartments’’ front door. The way you fumbled around for your keys, nearly dropping them, then in attempt at grabbing them they were almost whacked away by your hand, was clearly less than elegant. Nonetheless, it got an amused chuckle out of the boy next to you. His free hand going up to cover his mouth, nose scrunched and eyes closed. You freeze for a moment, letting yourself admired him; a genuine happy expression on his face was rare. Not unseen, but pretty rare, so you let yourself look for a little longer.
You eventually pushed the door open, helping your best friend inside, guiding him to the small couch you had in your equally as small living room. As you set him down, you padded towards your bathroom, rummaging in your medicine cabinet. As you gathered your materials- disinfectant, a few compresses and bandages- you proceeded to hurry back to the living room. He’d leaned back, arm behind his head as he aimlessly swiped on his phone; blue light illuminating his roughened-up face.
You clear your throat, his gaze returning to you, you hold up the small box containing your bare first aid supplies as you flash him a small smile.
“Let’s get you fixed up alright?” you say as you take a seat next to him, as silence fills the room you get to work. Your fingers skillfully clean the little cuts and scratches with the disinfectant; working your way up from his arms and stomach you finally reach the small wounds on his face. You grip his chin to hold his face still with your thumb and index finger, lifting it up to get a good look.
Trying not to get flustered under his unflinching gaze you divert your attention to the cotton pad lying next to you. As you dip in the liquid and lift it up to clean the last of the little wounds, you feel his hand grip your wrist. You’re like a mouse in a trap at this moment in time, his eyes as staring directly back at you, feeling your cheeks heat up you try to speak up.
“…Hajime?” You furrow your brows, trying to figure out why he was being so quiet. Had you said something wrong? You let your hand fall down from his chin, placing it on Iwaizumi’s arm that had gripped your wrist. Your anxious internal monologue was briskly interrupted as you saw him lean in closer. Instead of your previous thoughts, your thoughts were now scrambled, you swore you could feel your heartbeat in your throat.
His hand found itself on your chin, slightly lifting it up; your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his lips on yours. This is something you’d been wanting to do for so long, so why were you this nervous? As you feel him pull away, he gives you a half-lidded glance, leaning back while placing his arms behind his neck he gave you a teasing smirk.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”
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