#thanks to those who have been vouching for me

[midnightfire830]

Blog Boundaries

So. It’s come to my attention that I need to set down some ground rules and boundaries. I’ve noticed some, uh, behavior for lack of a better term that just doesn’t sit right with me. So I’m going to lay out my boundaries for my blog and as an artists. I’ll put what I’m ok with and what I’m not ok with so this can kinda be a reference guide for my blog.

This may be a bit harsh and I’m sorry. Those who have gone across those boundaries BEFORE I made this post are ok as long as you start to follow the ground rules from here on.

I am ok with:

- People drawing my AUs and characters as long as you either @ me or mention that it belongs to me. (Hell, I’ll even reblog and help support ur drawings)

- Asks about my AUs and characters in general are ok. From questions about how an AU works/aspects, questions directed to my characters, or even if you wanna give something to the characters (I’ve seen that done in some blogs and as of now I don’t mind that, just pls don’t go overboard, thanks)

- I don’t think I mind inputting your OCs if your doing drawings of my AUs or characters. Just don’t expect me to make it canon or draw it into canon. (This one is iffy I might take this off if it goes overboard)

- Clarification in the comments section. If there was an ask that didn’t fully explain something or you wanted to clear something up then by all means go to the comments I don’t mind. Or put in another ask. That’s another way to do it.

- I also don’t think I mind people putting in requested ideas in asks for now. Tho there’s a chance I won’t do it if I’m not too motivated by the request. (Again this rule may change depending on how it goes from here on)

Things I am NOT ok with:

- Asking me or pressuring me to draw your AUs, characters, or OCs. This has come up a few times but I want to officially put it on record that if you ask me to, I will say no. Even for asks. Any kinds of other OCs or AUs I draw would only be for my close friends.

- Spamming me with the same asks. If you sent in an ask and I didn’t response don’t send in the same ask again. (That includes reiterating the same ask) I can see all interactions with my blog and posts. I see your asks, replies, comments, reblogs, and likes. If I do not respond to your ask it is for a good reason. Sometimes I’m trying to answer other asks, I’m drawing up a response (that takes time), I’m holding on to it for a later date, I’m lacking motivation on answering or I just don’t want to. Pressuring me to answer your ask Doesn’t. Help. Just because you put in an ask doesn’t always mean you’rs entitled to an answer.

- Being aggressive or pushy with asks. I’m ok with playful aggression targeted towards characters (say for example someone expressing they hate Dice from Royalty) that’s ok. But there’s a line. And some have started to toe that line. Please tone it down a bit.

- Please don’t include me in any kinds of drama. Both internet and off. This includes political topics, wars, events, gossip, etc. I seriously don’t want anything to do with it. The purpose of this blog is to share my AUs and ideas and support other artists. Not for internet drama. If you’re gonna tag me it should be about art, AUs, and fandom related. I’m not gonna waste my energy, time, or stress on other stuff like that.

- And ig in terms of topics I want to avoid things like: NSFW, incest, p*dophilia, r*pe, permanent disfiguration (like chopping off limbs stuff outside of I guess whatever I have built into the lore of my AUs), outright physical torture or major character death. (The usual things)

Warning: if you cross one of these boundaries I will give you a few warnings. If you continue to cross boundaries I will block you.

I’m sorry to be harsh about this but I really have to put my foot down on this. I can’t tolerate people who won’t respect my boundaries.

This post might be subject to change and updated as time goes and as I interact more with viewers/readers. If you are wondering if something you’re doing might be crossing a boundary, you can use this post as a reference. I’ll pin it to my blog so anyone can find it.

If you are still not sure or want clarification, or you have a specific circumstance in mind, you can jump down to the comments section of this post, send me an ask, or even go to my DMs (if you want to ask privately). I will more than likely see your question and I’ll try my best to answer as soon as possible. It might take a bit depending on if I’m busy IRL. So please be patient.

Anyway, thank you guys for taking the time to read this and respecting my boundaries. Your support with my blog and art so far is greatly appreciated im excited to continue to interact with y’all going forward! (stars I sound like I’m writing a business email XP)

Also, I apologize if it might come off as harsh or passive aggressive, I’m a little bit steamed at the moment and I’m trying to make this as neutral as possible! 😅

Thanks again,

Midnight/Sanity

Last updated: 11/01/23

Also bc this post was helpful, this link will take you to the AU guide I had pinned previously

[melzula]

Could you write a Sokka x firebender reader that has the plot of the secret tunnel episode but instead of aang and katara getting stuck together it’s him and reader? :)

Don’t Let the Cave In Get You Down

a/n: got two requests for this sokka storyline and i was very excited to write it! i couldn’t find a way to seamlessly include the fire bending part of the request but i could definitely build on that in another piece. hope you enjoy <3

you met the Gaang when they were passing through a small trading village on the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom

they were low on supplies and in need of a shopping spree, so they stopped at your little food stand in search of fresh fruit and snacks for their travels

you seemed awfully young to have your own business, especially when compared to the other merchants, but you were kind and your prices were affordable

their shopping spree was cut short by the arrival of fire nation soldiers, but you quickly escorted them through the backstreets of the marketplace and helped them evade the soldiers

“That was a close call,” Aang breathed out in relief, “thanks for your help.”

“Those guys are jerks, I couldn’t live with myself if I had just let them capture you.”

“Who are you?” Katara asked in awe.

“My name is y/n, and I’ve been hiding out in this village for about three years now. I escaped from the Fire Nation when I was 12 and never looked back.”

“Wait a minute, Fire Nation?!” Sokka exclaimed before quickly pushing his sister and Aang behind him. Raising his boomerang in a threatening manor, he narrowed his eyes at you. “Is this some kind of trick?! Did you just lure us out here so you could capture Aang and get the reward for yourself?”

“Sokka, you’re being ridiculous!” Katara had scolded angrily, harshly pushing his boomerang away. “She said herself she came here to get away from the Fire Nation, I’m sure she’s just trying to make a better life for herself here and you’re not making that any easier for her by being a jerk!”

“I don’t trust her, Katara!”

You’re a little disheartened by the disdain in his voice when he speaks about you, and despite Katara vouching for you you can see that you’re out of place

“I’m sorry, I’ve made things awkward,” you apologized sheepishly, “I’ll leave you now.”

“Wait!” Aang called, stopping you from going. “If what you said is true then… then I think you should come with us.”

“Tell me you’re joking,” Sokka scoffed in disbelief

“If she’s from the Fire Nation then she must have knowledge about the ins and outs of that place. Maybe she can even help me find a fire bending master. We need her help, Sokka.”

Though he was reluctant and very distrusting of you, Sokka realized Aang was right, so he begrudgingly allowed the airbender to welcome you to their team

You agreed to help as much as you can, and the rest was history

From there on out you’re officially a member of Team Avatar, but that doesn’t mean Sokka becomes any more trusting of you

He always keeps a suspicious eye on you, never letting you help with tasks he deems too important to avoid having you “sabotage” the group

His lack of trust in you hurts, you can’t lie about that, but you continue to do what you can to aid the Avatar and his friends and earn their trust

Of course, this all changes when you get to the cave of two lovers

Unlike Sokka, you found Chong and his group of Nomads to be great fun. They’d braided your hair beautifully with flowers from the lake and performed wonderful songs, so despite your predicament you were in a cheerful mood

Being stuck in the cave had put a strain on your group’s mission to make it to Omashu, but you tried to remain hopeful and help as best as you can

Surprisingly, Sokka even puts you in charge of holding one of the torches

“I’m only giving this to you because I know you’re at least smart enough not to waste resources while we’re in here.”

It’s a start

And it’s a good thing he gave you that torch, because it comes in handy when you both end up getting separated from the rest of the group

“This is just great,” Sokka utters sarcastically after several failed attempts to dig through the rock and get back to the others.

“Come on, Sokka, lighten up. We have a torch and your map, I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out,” you try to console. “What did Chong say earlier? ‘Don’t let the cave in get you down, Sokka.’”

He’s not amused by your singing

It’s a bit awkward being stuck with the boy who’s been so adamant that you don’t belong despite your best efforts to prove that you can be trusted

You don’t speak much and try to stay out of his way and follow his lead, but the tunnels keep changing and you keep getting lost and your torch is about to burn out, so things are beginning to seem hopeless

“Maybe we should try changing our strategy,” you offer only for Sokka to immediately dismiss you.

“Right, like I’m going to let you lead us through the cave. You’ll probably make us get lost on purpose.”

“You know, if you stopped being so judgmental for a second you’d probably realize that i want to get out of this cave just as much as you do!” You snap irritably, surprising Sokka. you’ve mostly stayed docile to try and keep the peace whenever Sokka accuses you of being untrustworthy, but at this point you’re finally starting to get fed up

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he says softly, and this time you’re the one who’s surprised. You never thought he’d actually apologize to you, and it’s a nice feeling. “What do you suggest we do?”

“Well,” you start with a sigh, “maybe the story is right. Maybe if we trust in love, we’ll find our way out of here.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Do you have any better ideas?”

You simply shrug, prompting Sokka to let out a heavy sigh. Your torch is going to run out soon, and his map isn’t doing anyone any favors. It seems you have no choice

“How exactly do we trust in love?”

“I’m not sure… the only love I know is the love I had from my parents, but I haven’t felt it in so long… I’m not sure I ever will again.”

“…What happened to them?”

“My parents were peasants with nothing but love to give each other. They were poor, but they were happy,” you explain with a faint smile. “My father was a fire bender, but he kept his gift hidden in fear he’d be forced to serve in the Fire Nation army. He didn’t want to leave me or my mother, but our home was attacked, and he had no choice but to bend to protect us. Our lives were saved, but he was taken away.”

Sokka hangs on to your every word, eyes glistening with unshed tears and sympathy. Your story is similar to his own, and he knows what it’s like to lose your family to the Fire Nation. He feels less disdain towards you now, more empathetic. He still isn’t 100% sure how to feel about you, but hearing your story makes you easier to understand now

“My mother knew I’d never be safe or happy if I stayed there, so she arranged for me to be smuggled out of the Fire Nation and brought to the trading village you first met me in. I haven’t seen or heard from her since, and I’m not even sure if she or my father are even alive.”

“I’m sorry,” Sokka utters solemnly. “Katara and I lost our mother to the Fire Nation, and we haven’t seen our father since he left to fight in the war. I know how you feel.”

“I don’t want to be Fire Nation, you know. None of this was a choice, and I understand why you don’t trust me but I’m not like them Sokka. Please believe me.”

“I’m sorry for always giving you such a hard time. It’s just… it’s hard to believe people from the Fire Nation can actually be good. But you’ve proven that you can be trusted over and over again, I was just too blind to see it.”

“Can we start over?” He asks with a sheepish smile, carefully sticking his hand out for you to shake. Instead, you push his hand away and throw your arms around him in a tight embrace.

The force of your hug knocks him back a bit, and though he’s unsure at first, he eventually returns your embrace by carefully wrapping his arms around your figure

The fire of your torch slowly begins to die, but neither of you seem to notice or care as you enjoy your moment together

You expect to be engulfed in darkness when the flame goes out, but instead you’re met with the beautiful shimmers of the crystals that line the roofs of the cave

“It’s so beautiful,” you murmur in awe, your eyes sparkling under the light

“Yeah,” your counterpart utters quietly, but he isn’t looking at the crystals

“Was she always this pretty?” Sokka wondered to himself

Together, you’re eventually able to follow the crystals and make your way out of the cave

And when you leave the cave, hands woven tightly together, you leave as two completely new people

You understand each other now, you trust each other

And your relationship will only continue to grow stronger from then on out

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @chronic-daydreamer @niktwazny303

[thedosianexplorer]

ATTENTION NORTH CAROLINA CAT LOVERS

Meet Ricky (also responds to Frumpkin, Adem, and the Goodest Boy in the World):

If you are a cat owner, live in/near North Carolina, and are willing to make a drive, this sweet boy wants to be your new best friend! He's very affectionate, takes a pet no problem:

He is fixed, around 5 years old (best guess), and extremely friendly towards people and other cats. Our cats love him but we are tragically at cat-pacity for our lease. Definitely a former inside kitty who would be very happy in a home with another cat. I cannot vouch for his behavior around dogs but I think he would be alright with older kids who are familiar with cats. Tolerates being picked up, good "soft paw" play etiquette, and is coming around to being a lap cat.

Interested? PLEASE message/shoot me an ask for more information! I really want to give this little guy the home he deserves and get another kitty off the streets. Non-NC residents PLEASE signal boost and let your friends know! Let's get this guy adopted!

2/14/2024 UPDATE: Ricky is AVAILABLE to a loving home!!! He's almost certainly not a hapless old man polymorphed into a cat!! We're almost at a thousand notes! My heartfelt thanks to all of you who have boosted this; there is so much happening on this bitch of an earth (mostly affectionate) and it's important to me to help how I can. I've been telling Ricky how many people online are pulling for him and getting the word out locally. There are a few leads, many thanks to those who've reached out, but no official takers yet. Keep this post circulating, my asks and DMs are open to questions 💜🐱

MORE CAT PICS BELOW THE CUT!

[bbyblair]

small touches, pink cheeks pt.2

charles leclerc x f!reader 

pt.1

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a/n: right pt.2! hope you guys like it, this is a sloooow burn so you are all into a wild ride! thank you for all the support on part one!

summary: the start of the 2023 season, Bahrain in early march. you'd recently joined the sky team, working as a news reporter and interviewer for your beloved sport.it's your first week and a mix of nerves and anticipation swirl together in your stomach. you're giddy to finally meet who you’d be working with for the next few months… but what happens when an instant connection sparks up between the new girl and Ferrari's golden boy? 

warnings: cursing, charles being a cocky bastard. charles obsessed with reader! reader isn't sure how to feel abt him. pretty much a whirlwind of emotions and events ngl. probs non accurate f1 talk, I apologise!

word count: 2.0k

friday, march 3rd 2023.

you were stumped, emotions swirling in your mind and you didn't know how to properly react. on one hand you were flattered that the handsome man was paying attention to you that way, but the rational side of your brain quickly shut down those thoughts and you went back to feeling angry. slightly less angry, but angry nevertheless.you watched over the video another few times, okay so maybe charles actions were not as obvious as you initially thought. this could be seen as a friendly admiration, right? 

you sigh and lean your head down onto the table, letting out a small huff of annoyance, but you could still feel the heat on your cheeks after this morning. deciding to take a break from the editing, you got up and informed your coworkers that you wanted to look a bit more around the paddock and try to familiarise yourself with the copious amount of people who worked in the ten different teams. 

it was around two hours before the free practice would start and you assumed that all of the drivers would be already discussing strategies and looking over the track details. the circuit itself was huge and swarming with fans and workers. your sky f1 id hanging from your neck proudly, and allowed you to go all around the paddock with no questions asked. 

walking past the mercedes area you had spotted toto wolff, and internally fangirled a little to yourself, having a small crush and also lots of respect for the mercedes team principal. continuing around the paddock you passed the red bull area, you couldn't say that you had a team you were vouching for per se, but the dominance of red bull did annoy you slightly, you did always love a bit of competition. 

after looking around the red bull hospitality area, your eyes landed on an extremely familiar face. Well you hadnt actually seen him in real life but you certainly had seen him on tv. none other than max verstappen. he was already wearing his fireproofs and was gripping his helmet in his hand while having a conversation with who you assumed was one of the mechanics. you were staring a little, he looked different in real life. not like the mad max the media made him out to be. 

his conversation ended and he must've felt someones eyes on him, as while the mechanic turned and left inside, max's eyes landed on yours. he quickly looked over you and you could almost see something align on his face. he shot you a wide smile and then beckoned you over. shocked, you stood there for a moment and looked around meaninglessly to see if he was motioning for someone else. sure enough there was no one else around. 

slow steps moved you over to the man and you sent him a polite smile. 

“hi, im Max. you must be the new reporter for this season. I thought i better introduce myself seeing as we will be seeing each other a lot this season.” he sent you a playful wink and chuckled a little. 

you laughed a genuine laugh and a smile spread across your face, and you were surprised by his kind attitude. 

“y/n. Its lovely to meet you max.” 

“so tell me, have you been introduced to any of the other drivers yet?.” his eyes never left yours as he spoke, his tone was sweet like honey.  “yes, this morning i actually did an interview with the ferrari boys!” you replied back eagerly. 

“ah, well I hope they were accommodating to the new girl.” he said as he pinched your shoulder lightly. “of course.” you replied curtly. 

he looked around for a moment, and in his eyes looked as if he wanted to say more, but seemingly decided against it. 

“well i best go prepare for free practice but it was a pleasure meeting you.” his dutch accent lacing his words. you smiled up at him again and nodded. “you too!” 

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after your interaction with max you wandered down across the rest of the team's areas and luckily for you didn't bump into anyone else. you heard the roar of fans and assumed that free practice had begun and the drivers would be making their ways out onto the track to test their new cars for the season. you decided you better get back to work before your co workers notice your prolonged absence. 

swiftly you began walking back to the sky hq, and once you were firmly sat back at your desk you opened your laptop and began the tedious process of editing whatever the hell the interview this morning was. well hopefully the fans will enjoy it, you thought. Your co worker amilie made her way over to you with two coffees in hand and sat down next to you. she was a sweet girl, you'd only met her yesterday but she clearly took a liking to you. you were both around the same age, her being a few years older, and had some similar interests. 

“do you mind if i take a look at todays interview, the boss wants me to look over some stuff to make sure they didn't let slip anything a little too personal.” she said warmly. 

“yeah of course.. here.” you handed her the laptop, and sat there while she pressed play. heat began to rise up on your cheeks but you hoped she wouldn't notice the tension between you and charles. a few minutes into the extended clip she turned to look at you, your expression tried to be as neutral as possible, but you never did have the best poker face. 

“whats all this about then?” her words were not rude, she spoke with a girlish interest and smiled at you. 

“what?’ you replied dumbly, trying to avoid the question. 

“between you and leclerc!” 

even more blush threatened to explode on your cheeks as you sighed. shaking your head lightly. 

“I dont know what your talking about.” you tried to reply in a tone that indicated you wanted this conversation to end but she continued. 

“oh come on! he is so into you! even i am jealous. leclerc has the hots for you!” her french accent peaked through her words and how she spoke with such excitement and interest made a small smile grace your lips.

“like i said, i dont know what your talking about.” your tone this time was playful and you rolled your eyes and nudged your new friend. the conversation died there as she knew you wouldn't say anything more.

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you two stayed there for a matter of hours. editing the interview and getting it ready to be posted online. once you were done it was already the evening and most had packed up to leave. 

you began packing your bag and said goodbye to the few people still in the small office space. heading out of the building you began making your way through the paddock. to get to the exit you had to pass along all of the different teams' areas. mostly the building were dark, some motor homes lit up with people inside. 

passing by the ferrari section, you let curiosity get the best of you and peeked into the window. your eyes instantly fell on a familiar face. charles. he was sitting alone, watching over some footage of what you assumed was his free practice one today. headphones were wrapped around his neck and he was dressed in different clothes to this morning. just a comfortable sweat seat.you had to admit he was a very attractive guy. 

clearly you had been looking at him for longer than you realised, because his head suddenly snapped toward the window and eyes instantly locking with yours. blush erupted all over your face as you didn't know what to do. shit. he had just caught you staring at him. god you were mortified. a smirk spread across his handsome face quicker than you could blink and he sent you a small wave. his eyes had that same dark expression as they did earlier. 

its like you were frozen in place, legs refusing to move. you sent him  a shy wave and immediately  turned to leave. when you looked back behind to see charles, he had gone from his space in the small room. your stomach dropped. you didn't want to face him again, his cocky attitude annoyed you, and his stupid smirk, and his stupid unreadable expression! charles leclerc annoyed you. 

you heard some steps behind you and then a masculine voice saying your name. fuck. you didn't want to face him, but you didn't risk pissing him off and him then reporting you to your boss. you could loose your job! you stopped in your tracks, rolled your yes then turned around.

“mr leclerc.” you spoke sweetly and the way you addressed him clearly sat well with him when he chuckled a little. 

“so, how was your first day? did you enjoy your first interview?” there was that mischievous glint in his eye again, and the way he spoke just instantly made you blush. there was something about him that you couldn't quite place. 

“yes. i had fun.” you tried to keep your responses short and snappy. to try and send a signal that you wanted to leave. clearly charles was not a man who gave up very easily, when he responded. “good, i'm glad. did you meet anyone else today? any of the other drivers.” in his mind charles had thought that you and his teammate were the only ones who had seen the pretty new interviewer. he liked knowing he had you all to himself. so your next words clearly shocked him.

“yes actually, max. he was very welcoming.” you spoke softly. his gaze darkened and his jaw clenched. he didn't respond for a few moments. you took in his reaction, and it made you laugh internally. you could definitely use this against him.to annoy him the same way he annoys you! so before he could reply you spoke up again. 

“i'm so excited to work with him! i'm a big fan of redbull and it was such an honour to meet the best driver in the world!” now, most of what you were saying was a total lie, but charles didn't know. your tone was sickly sweet and as you spoke you batted your eyelashes up at him so innocently, that he did not question your words for a second. 

you didn't think his eyes could get any darker, but he proved you wrong. you could tell he was trying to control his breathing, his eyes piercing into yours so deeply that you got intimidated. he then let out a chuckle. not an amused chuckle. the kind of chuckle that you do when you are very fucking pissed off. he nodded. 

“hm. well we will just have to see who is really the best driver on the track this sunday no?” his words had a bite to them, and when he got angry his accent thickened in a way that is so delicious. he smiled at you. eyes never leaving your face as if he was trying to memorise every small detail about your face. 

you smiled and nodded again. then without even granting him a verbal response you turned on your heel and began walking back through the paddock to the exit. charles was stunned. and your heart was racing, never did you actually expect yourself to make such a ballsy move. your actually quite shocked at what the hell you just did. 

charles was also stunned. a girl had never ever dismissed him before. he was used to them falling to his feet. you shocked him. but if there's one thing charles enjoyed, it's a challenge. 

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wow. hope you guys enjoyed reading this part and it lived up to your expectations lmao! lmk if anyone wants to be tagged in the next parts <3

pt3?

tagged: @buendiabebeta @summerslike11

[aceghosts]

Be Mine Forever

Summary: On Valentine's day, you reminisce about your former lover, Albert Wesker. A series of memories set through your time at S.T.A.R.S. Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death; Canon Typical Violence; Sexual Harassment (Very brief and the dude gets what's coming to him), Grief/Mourning, Boss/Employee Relationship, and Possessive Behavior. Let me know if I need to tag for anything else. Words: 3.8 k Author's Note: This is a gift for @mydisenchantedeulogy as part of @carlosoliveiraa's My Bloody Valentine's Day Gift Exchange! Amanda, thank you for letting me participate! Sugar, I really hope you like this! I had a lot of fun writing this.

AO3

Snow crunches beneath your boots as you head home from your late shift at the police station. Your breath comes out in misty puffs in the cold February air, gloved hands shoved in your pockets. A gust of wind blows, shivering as it tosses your hair in your face. You brush your hair out of your face, lamps lighting your way home as you walk along the crowded city sidewalk. Passing by a local restaurant, you catch sight of happy couples through the window, enjoying romantic candle-lit dinners. Stepping out of the way of other strangers on the sidewalk, you stop, an overwhelming sadness encompasses you. Those couples look so happy, so in love, especially the pair closest to the window. He gazes into her eyes, full of adoration, holding her hands with no regard for others around them. That should have been you and him. You should have been gazing lovingly into his cold blue eyes, holding his hand as he talked. Just the two of you together. Why couldn’t this be you and him?

Because he had chosen another path, one where you could not follow him.

Letting out a mournful sigh, you begin your journey home once again. Valentine’s Day, a holiday you once merely tolerated, was now a day of pain. All because of Albert Wesker. You hear his voice in your head, shaking it off. It was no use thinking of him; Albert was dead, and even worse, he had betrayed S.T.A.R.S., you included. When you spoke with your former team members, you pretended to be angry, yet that anger came from a real place, a different place. They were angry because of his betrayal. You were angry that he chose death over you. He chose ambition and power games over you. Yet, your heart longs for him, wishing to feel the warm comfort of his arms around you once again. You couldn’t help but mourn the man you loved; mourn the future you envisioned with him.

“Why Albert? Why?” You ask quietly, knowing no one will answer you. As you walk, memories of your days with Albert and S.T.A.R.S. play out.

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A position on the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team was something you dreamed of and fought like hell for. Irons thought you didn’t deserve to be on the team, but Enrico vouched for you, asserting that you were the right fit, that you could carry your weight. Wesker, your Captain at the time, accepted you as a member of the team reluctantly. He would later admit, when it was just you two in bed late at night, that letting you on the team was one of the best decisions that he ever made. He would pick you to be a part of the team, again and again. Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same way.

Paul was a pain in your ass from the moment you met him, a bully to everyone around him. He hated you the most, believing you stole his spot on the Alpha team.  Fortunately for you, he was terrified of Wesker, slinking away whenever he saw the Captain. Paul would also back off (albeit reluctantly) when Barry or Chris stepped in. As you hit the punching bag, alone in the station gym late at night, you hear a familiar annoying voice. “Hey!” You stop, turning to find Paul striding towards him. You give him your best glare, one that would frighten most. “What? A fellow officer can’t say hello?”

“What do you want?” You really wish Wesker was here. Or Chris. Or Barry. Hell, you would even settle for Brad, who was slightly intimidated by Paul.

He sneers, crowding into your space. You step back, knowing there is limited room between you and the bag. “You too good for the rest of us now, huh? Being part of S.T.A.R.S. has really gone to your head.”

You don’t think you’re too good for anyone. (Well, you might be better than a few people, Paul included.) “I am, or at least, I know I’m better than you, Paul. I earned my spot on the team.” You really shouldn’t push Paul’s buttons, but God, does it feel so good. 

“Fuck off,” He says, hands clenching into fists, “You probably had to sleep your way onto the team, huh? You sleep with Wesker to-.” Red colors your vision, anger flaring in your chest. Wesker might be a hardass, but you respect the hell out of him, and you won’t let anyone besmirch his name.

Without thinking, you throw a punch, catching Paul in the stomach. He coughs, doubling over with a wheeze of pain. As he stumbles back, he curses, “you fucking asshole, I’m going to-.”

“You are going to what?” A familiar, cold voice cuts in, and as you look over to your left, you find Wesker watching the both of you intently. His posture is a little tense, compared to the normally controlled discipline. You feel something radiating off him, something akin to a frosty rage.

Paul straightens up quickly, playing the victim. “Captain Wesker! I was just asking them what they were doing here, and they attacked me!”

Wesker smirks. “Is that what happened?” He asks, coming next to you, “From where I was standing, you were harassing one of my officers. What was it you said? That they had to sleep their way on the team?”

Color drains from Paul’s face.  “I-I wasn’t-.”

He holds his hand up, cutting Paul off with a sneer on his face. “I think it’s time I made something very clear: you never had a spot on the Alpha team. You were never considered for a number of reasons, and,” Wesker places a hand on your shoulder, “They have proven themself to be a true asset to the team. I am proud to serve as their captain. If you were on my team, I would quit.” Wesker’s hand leaves your shoulder as he steps closer to Paul. “Now, are you going to leave them alone? Or do you need more encouragement?”

Paul nods, swallowing fearfully as he backs away. “Yes, Captain,” He says, before turning tail and fleeing.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you say, “Thanks for helping. Paul’s been a pain in my ass since I started.”

Wesker nods. “Why did you punch him?” He asks, a note of genuine curiosity. You notice he is more relaxed now that Paul is gone.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling slightly embarrassed. “He insulted you by saying that you slept with me for my spot on the team.”

“Not for yourself?”

Shaking your head, you say, “I really like you as a Captain. I’ve learned a lot being a part of Alpha team, more than anywhere else. I respect you a lot.” It’s more than respect, but you aren’t about to admit that. You swear you catch a look of delight on his face as you pause for a second, before asking, “Did you really mean it when you said that I’m an asset to the team?”

Wesker nods. “I do,” He says, giving you an approving look, “You’ve proven yourself to be a fine officer. I had my doubts when Enrico suggested you, but you continue to surpass my expectations everyday.” His words surprise you, but delight you, especially the surpassing expectations part. Smirking, he adds with a rather teasing tone, “I look forward to you continuing to do so, but please don’t punch anyone else on my behalf.”

You nod, letting out a small laugh. No more punching anyone on Wesker’s behalf, but you’ll still defend his honor verbally. Never said anything about putting someone in their place with a well-timed tongue-lashing.

A few weeks later, Paul disappears. You hear something about him accepting a job at another police station, wishing his new coworkers the best.  

—

At S.T.A.R.S., you continue to make Wesker proud, determined to be the best you can be. You work harder than you ever have, putting in blood, sweat, and tears. Wesker demands so much more of the team and more. His training is rigorous, but you feel prepared for whatever may come your and Alpha Team’s way. And as much as you loathe to admit, a part of you yearns for praises from Wesker. When he tells you that you’ve done well with a slightly approving tone, a rush of pride overwhelms you, a faint heat on your cheeks. And you swear that you’ve caught him smirking at that once or twice, especially in after-hours training where he’ll lean down, speaking the words of praise into your ear. It always sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. And, it definitely doesn’t help with that tiny crush you have.

One night, late after the rest of your teammates have gone home, you return to the station to pick up the book you were reading, left in the top drawer of your desk. As you reach the door of the S.T.A.R.S. office, you find Wesker alone, his office door open. He looks frustrated as he stares down at the paperwork, sunglasses on his desk. His hand runs through his hair, a few platinum blond strands falling loose. Wesker sighs, and your heart twinges a little. You can’t do Wesker’s paperwork for him, but you want to help in whatever way you can. A thought pops into your mind, and you head to the staff break room, ready to put your plan into action.

“Wesker?” His head snaps up, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.   

“What brings you to the station this late at night?” Wesker asks, placing the pen down as his gaze lands on the cup of coffee in your hand. He snorts. “Surely, the station coffee can’t be that good…”

You shake your head. “I came back to pick up my book, but I saw you, and…” you trail off slightly, feeling slightly shy, “I thought you could use a cup of coffee.” You hold out the Styrofoam cup of coffee for Wesker to take.

Suspicious, Wesker looks between you and the cup in your hands, eyes narrowed as if you might have poisoned it. Eventually, he relents, taking the cup from your hand. His fingers briefly make contact with your fingers, sending a spark of pleasure through you. Taking a sip of the coffee, Wesker looks pleased, raising an eyebrow. “This does not taste like the normal sludge that comes from the break room.”

“I know where all the good creamers and coffee are hidden,” You say proudly, taking a seat at Wesker’s desk.  

Wesker smiles, taking another sip of coffee. “A hidden talent perhaps?’

“I have many hidden talents,” you flirt, a devilish smile on your lips, “Maybe, I’ll show you sometime.”

He smiles, a darkly hungry look in his eyes. “Perhaps, you will.”

That damn man. How unfair he make you feel this way. One of the loose blond strands of hair briefly falls in his face, and you’re struck with the need to push it back for him. Impulsively, you rise and lean over the desk, your hand reaching towards him. You gently push his hair back, your fingers grazing his skin softly. Wesker grabs your wrist tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place. His lips are slightly parted, pupils wide. “I’m sorry,” You apologize, hoping you didn’t cross a line, “I wanted to help.”

Wesker releases your wrist, allowing you to draw your hand away, the ghost of his touch still haunting you. “Don’t apologize.” Sitting back down in your seat, you’re relieved to see that Wesker isn’t upset. Rather, he seems delighted by your touch. “I did not expect it, but,” he emphasizes that word, “That does not mean I did not like it.”

Your heart leaps at those words, butterflies in your stomach. “Good,” You say softly, before deciding to change the subject, “Do you need help with something else?”

“No,” He says, shaking his head, “I should be done soon, especially thanks to your coffee.” You straighten up with pride, always hungry for the tiniest bits of praise. “You should go home for the night.”

Heeding his advice, you get up from your chair. “Have a good night, Wesker.”

“You as well,” He replies, a teasing smirk on his face, “Sweet dreams.” What a cruel man. Like that isn’t going to haunt you for the rest of the night.

—

You sip your beer, watching Jill lineup her shot as you lean against the bar. Tonight, you’re at one of the local bars in Raccoon City with the Alpha and Bravo team, watching your teammates play Pool.  It’s not a bad way to spend a Friday night; you actually like the rest of your team and don’t mind spending a Friday night with them every once in a while. Even better, Wesker is here with the rest of you at the bar tonight, a rare occurrence.

Someone leans against the bar next to you. Looking over to your right, you realize it’s Wesker, beer in hand as he asks, “No interest in Pool?”

You shake your head. “I have fun playing Pool, but I thought I would sit this round out.” He nods, the silence settling around you two. You can’t help but wonder why Wesker is here. He always seems so busy, like he’s got something that he is hiding from the rest of you.

“You seem like you have something to ask,” He says, taking a sip of his beer.

Letting curiosity get the best of you, you ask, “Why are you here? You don’t normally join us,” before adding quickly a moment later, “not that anyone is complaining.” Well, that’s a lie. A few people did complain, namely that they would have to be on better behavior since Wesker was there. You definitely weren’t complaining; you were very happy to see him.

“I wanted to be here.”

Tilting your head, you wonder why Wesker would want to be here. No offense, but the cheap dive bar that Alpha and Bravo teams hung out at never seemed like his type of place. Wesker always stood out, like this was all beneath him. “Really?”

He nods. “Are you surprised?”

You shrug. “Kinda. I thought you might have something else to do. Or maybe, someone waiting for you at home.”

“There is no one waiting for me at home,” he slides closer, your breath catching in your throat, “And you? Is there someone waiting for you?” 

Shaking your head, you reply, “No, I’m single.” Since you met Wesker, most potential partners hadn’t measured up to him. Maybe it’s the beer or maybe it’s being so close to him, you decide to take a chance. “But there is someone that I’m interested in.”

“Do tell.”

You swallow nervously, your heart pounding. “Well, he works at RCPD with us.”

Wesker groans. “Please tell me it isn’t Redfield.”

“It’s not.” Chris was a good friend, nothing more. “He is a member of S.T.A.R.S.,” Wesker raises an eyebrow, “Everyone thinks he standoffish, but I think they’re wrong. He expects the best and settles for nothing less. I find that very attractive in a man.” He takes another sip of his beer, but you get the feeling that Wesker has already caught on, with that knowing twinkle in his blue eyes. “But I can’t ask him out.”

“Why would that be?”

“I don’t know if he would say yes,” You admit honestly, finding Wesker difficult to read at times, “And he’s my boss.”

 “Would you like to get out of here with me? Perhaps dinner?” He asks, placing his beer on the bar as you watch him with eyes wide. Was he really-?

“Yes,” you nod your head, excitement rising in your chest, “Yes, I would love to.”

“Good. I’ll leave first. Leave fifteen minutes after I do; I will be waiting for you outside.”

You watch him leave, on cloud nine. Holy shit, this was happening; this was really happening.

—

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart cracking into pieces. Albert, your Albert, was a plant for Umbrella. Or he used to be one. Apparently, Albert was moving on to bigger and better things. But he only had one problem: S.T.A.R.S. He lured you and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. to Arklay, to die here, your fates unknown to the rest of the world. You tremble, taking shaky breaths as you blink back tears. Was your whole relationship a lie? A helpful cover to make Albert seem normal? “Albert…” His name slips from your lips.

Albert focuses on you, a sneer on his face. “Sorry, you had to be here for this, Dearheart. Perhaps, things would have been different for us in another life.”

Bullshit. The way he says it so flippantly makes you angry, red coloring your vision. “Fuck you,” You snarl, “You can make things different now. You don’t have to do this!”

“I don’t want to, Dearheart. It was always going to happen this way.” You wince, the words cutting deeply. Behind Albert, the glass splinters, the giant tyrant behind him awake. With a swift swipe, its long claws bury themselves directly into Albert’s chest. He gasps in pain, his eyes still on you. You see the fear in his eyes, and maybe due to a little wishful thinking, you see something like regret. Albert coughs up blood, dribbling down his chin onto his shirt. His hand twitches, slightly in your direction. That thing simply tosses him aside like a piece of garbage.

“ALBERT!” You scream, a painful howl of grief and anger. You step towards him, attempting to run for him. Despite everything he had done, he was your Albert, and you still loved him.

Jill grabs your shoulders roughly, holding you back from Albert. You try to scramble from her grip, but she holds tight as you scream. “Don’t! He’s dead!” She says, her fingers digging in as she tries to pull you back. Logically, you know Jill is right, but your heart desperately wants you to go to him, to run towards him. Maybe, Albert really isn’t dead. Maybe, you still have a chance to save him. “Barry, get them out of here.”

Barry nods, pulling you away from Jill. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” He looks over to Jill, who is only focused on the tyrant, her face determined.

“I’ll take care of this guy and meet you upstairs.”

He guides you away from Jill and the tyrant, back towards the door. “Be safe, Jill.” Your eyes are still on Albert, lifeless and motionless in a puddle of blood on the floor. His eyes are hollow, devoid of the intense storm of emotion you saw in his eyes. Why? Why did he have to do this? To leave you alone?

As Barry pulls you out of the lab, all you can think is: Is there some way you could have changed this?

—

Opening the door to your apartment, you let out a relieved sigh, stepping into the darkness. Flicking on the hallway light, you close the door behind you, dropping your keys into the bowl. You hang up your coat and scarf before eventually discarding your gloves on the table beside the bowls for your keys. Heading towards your kitchen, you glance over towards your living room. Stopping dead in your tracks, shock washes over you as your heart pounds loudly in your ears. That-that couldn’t be….

“Hello Dearheart,” Your former boss and lover says, sitting in your oversized armchair. He stands, shrouded in the dark of your apartment.

“This-This isn’t real…,” You try to rationalize it, tears welling in your eyes, “We watched you die. I watched you die.”

“I’m very real, Dearheart. Would you like to see for yourself?” He holds out his gloved hand for you to take.

You approach him cautiously, fearful that this might be your lonely heart playing a trick on you. Yet, this vision looks so much like your Albert. Sounds so much like him. You place your hand in his, allowing Albert to draw you close. He feels real as his other arm wraps around your waist, a familiar smirk on his face. He feels so much like your Albert. “Albert, is that-is that you?”

“Yes, I promise I am myself, Dearheart,” He replies, releasing your hand. His hand comes up to your face, gently wiping away tears that you didn’t know were falling. If this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up, even if he was a goddamn asshole who betrayed you. You want to stay here with Albert forever. Yet, something about him still feels off, not quite right. You need to see his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. Your hands reach up, gently taking his sunglasses off. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare into his eyes, once blue, now a molten gold against a burning red. His eyes are feline-like, reminding you of a panther. They’re so inhuman, yet something about them is divine. “Scared, Dearheart?”

“No.” You shake your head. You should be, but you aren’t. Albert is back, and you don’t care if some things about him are different. And you like the way he looks at you, utterly possessive, utterly adoring. “Is this why you’re still alive?”

He nods. “One of the few to survive the process.”

Another thought comes to you. Why come back? He was content to let you think he was dead for so long. Why come back to you now? “Why come back for me, Albert? I thought I didn’t matter to you.”

“I believed I did not need you, Dearheart, but I was wrong. I want you; I need you.” The words roll off his tongue naturally, sounding so believable. You so desperately want to believe him, to believe that he came back for you. “You belong to me, Dearheart. I always come back for what belongs to me.”

“Is that your way of asking me to come with you? To leave everything behind?”

He nods. “Come with me. Be mine forever.”

“Yes.” You don’t need to think about it; you want Albert-you always have. You drop his glasses, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him roughly. With both of his hands on your waist, he pulls you against him, eagerly returning the kiss. Albert is overwhelming, your head dizzy and your legs slightly weak. He bites your bottom lip, your mouth opens for him. You missed this; you missed him so much.

You whine as he pulls away, desperate and in need of him. “We will have time for that later, Dearheart, but we need to leave. Now.”

And you don’t look back, allowing Albert Wesker to whisk you away to a new life.  

[hyperfixat]

could i request the obey me brothers with an mc who is a chemist (slightly mad-scientist-esque)? like an mc who always has Some experiment going on and they get Very Intense about it?

(if you want any extra inspiration, please go watch NileRed on youtube!!!! specifically one of his bromine related videos and/or the making grape soda out of rubber gloves video! hes been a favorite creator of mine for a long time and im a little (a lot) bit enamored with your writing style so im really excited to see how you'd write this!)

– the guy who asked about plant obsessed mc last time

omg,, repeat anon,,, woah, thank you for your support,,, i saw rhis the night you sent it in and i literally had a smile on my face when i was going to bed, thank you so so much..

In all honesty I haven’t been keeping up with the Obey Me + NB lore because I can’t autoskip the gameplay levels, but there are potions and stuff in that universe, right?  Now, I checked NileRed, and played some of their videos in the background; for those unfamiliar an example video title is “Extracting DNA from strawberries and eating it”, so yeah crazy science stuff.  You also requested the brothers, but I did have Solomon introduce the general concept because I feel it would be most lore accurate.

Now we can have a chemist MC, who in the human world worked in a lab or whatever, but then they go to the Devildom and all of a sudden there’s so much more to learn! So much more stuff to make and test!  And, wait wait wait, Solomon did you say potions?

Screw chemistry you’re a full on alchemist at this point.  Where’s the nearest lab safety equipment?

Realistically Lucifer wouldn’t let you have any lab extracurriculars or let them be on your schedule.  You only need to do what you came here for, besides how can he know of your intentions?  For all he can know you’re cooking up some demon-killing madness.

Once you get him to crack or Solomon vouches for you, walkie talkie voice; we’re in.

It’ll start with just the classes and some silent longing on your end, dramatically sighing about how you miss your work back in the human world.  Patience is a virtue because once you worm your way into the demon brother’s hearts, they’ll literally remodel a whole room in the HoL as an ideal lab for you.  Anything you want; beakers, materials, fancy machines, you name it.  

For the brothers, spoiling you in such a way was both a blessing and a curse. Seeing you happy was great, but you spend so much time holed away doing your little experiments… they miss you after a while.

oh my, brainwormmm… imagine needing something from them to make your thing, a gift or otherwise… needed like a feather or some keratin from their horns.  I cannot for the life of me think of something cool or unique to make, but hear me out Love Potions. 

but more ethical, because the whole thing behind them are kinda,, dubious.  SO pre established consent for the part below: it’s only luci because he’s my favorite. 

There’s a soft knock on the door before it cracks open, but you pay it no mind, continuing your intent focus on the bubbling pink liquid on the bunsen burner.  

Lucifer cringes back at the smell as he walks in, sickly sweet and filling the air.  His long strides lead him to your side and he huffs a sigh, “what do you want to try with this batch?”

“A feather,” you say after a moment of deliberation.  “Preferably down.”

With a hum of agreement and a soft woosh one of his large wings spreads for you to take your pick of any of the feathers there.  

“Do you have high hopes this time around?”

“I never have high hopes when it comes to making stuff for you,” you say lightly, filtering your fingers through the soft inner feathers.  He’s immune to almost everything.  “But, higher than usual.”

“I eagerly await your arrival to my chambers, and now I will leave you to it.”

ahh my husband..

and mmmh. Satan could help you find recipes, and if you’re in the mood he’ll commission you for some Anti Lucifer League stuff.

this is definitely not exactly what you wanted, rip hope you like it anyway, also posted from my computer sorry for any odd formating.

[riordanness]

stranger - [l.valdez]

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warnings: angst

requested: no

prompt: you have the power to forget anyone if you say the word ‘stranger’ to them

"All you care about it your stupid machines!" I spat at my best friend, slamming my hand on a workbench in frustration. My voice was trembling, and my hands shook.

"All you care about is wasting my time!" Leo shot back, tears in his eyes. He blinked repeatedly, forcing them away.

"Wasting your time?" I scoffed. "That's what you call wanting to be around you? You're my best friend, and- and-" I swallowed back a sob.

Leo didn't take any notice, his attention already back on his newest invention, whatever it was. We were in Bunker Nine, the only place Leo ever spent any time in anymore. I barely saw him outside of his favourite workplace, and if I did, it wasn't for very long.

I had to come to the bunker to talk to my best friend, and ever then, our conversations were mostly one-sided, Leo being preoccupied with whatever gadget he was working on.

I felt like I was losing him, and it hurt, bad.

"Look," Leo said finally, "I don't have time to waste arguing with you, so either shut up or stay here, I don't care."

"Leo, I really need to talk to you. It's important." I stared at him, ashamed at how pathetic I sounded. I did want to talk to him, and it was kind of important. Today was the day I planned to finally tell Leo about my feelings for him. They'd been there for months now, ever since I'd first met him, really.

But recently those feelings had been growing burning hot. I could barely stand how much I liked the short Latino boy I called my best friend. In fact, if I was serious with myself, I was deeply in love with him.

"I don't have time for you."

Leo's words stung like nothing else ever had. I was so stunned I actually stumbled back a few steps, hot tears blurring my vision.

"Leo..." I began to cry, bawling like a child into my hands. I felt absolutely, ridiculously pathetic, but I truly couldn't help it.

"Look, just leave me alone, please," Leo said dismissively. "I'm really busy, and you're kind of bugging me."

I couldn't take this. It hurt too much. I'd promised myself I'd never use my power (or curse as I preferred to call it), but this was the final straw. I didn't want to live with this pain any longer.

"Stranger," I whispered, and crumpled to the ground.

***

"Y/N!"

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and the first thing I saw were a pair of concerned looking brown eyes, which were filled with tears.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and found myself lying on a battered old couch in a large workshop.

I blinked a few times, then looked at the person who'd been crouching beside me.

"Y/N...?" the Latino boy asked me, worry and guilt in his eyes, though I wasn't sure why. I didn't even know this kid.

"Who are you?" I asked softly, frowning a little in confusion.

"No..." the boy mumbled, tears spilling over his cheeks. "No, no, no. I'm so freaking stupid!" He kept muttering angrily at himself, and I couldn't help but feel a little bad for him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him, gingerly placing my hand on his arm. "Don't beat yourself up over it, whatever it is. I'm sure it wasn't your fault. And anyways, if it was, I'm sure you can fix it."

My words, while I intended them to help, only seemed to worsen the boy's despaired crying.

I looked on nervously, while this boy I didn't even know cried his heart out next to me.

"Um..." I said after a few minutes. "Where are we? And who are you, anyways? I need to get back to Camp Half-Blood -- its my home..." I paused. "Why a, I in this workshop? How did I get here? And who even are you?"

The boy slowly met my eyes. "My name is Leo Valdez," he said gravelly. "And we're in the secret bunker in the middle of the woods at Camp Half-Blood. Don't worry, I'll take you back in a minute."

I smiled. "Okay, thanks."

I settled myself into a more comfortable sitting position on the old brownish vouch, and watched curiously as the boy hurried to clean up a mess he'd aapparently made while building something.

"I am so sorry."

Leo's words startled me. "What for?" I asked in surprise. "You didn't do anything. I've never even met you before just now."

"You have the power to forget someone when you say 'stranger'," the boy replied miserably.

My eyes widened slightly, and I swore my heart skipped a beat. How did he know-? There was only one way... and it made me depressed just thinking about it.

"Did I..." My voice failed me. "Did I make myself forget you?"

The boy's expression told me all I needed to know.

"Oh." Even to myself, my voice sounded small. "I'm sorry." I meant it. I had no idea who this boy was, or what he had meant to me, but it was all gone now. Permanently, irreversibly, completely gone. All I could do was make new memories, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. Who knew why I'd decided to forget him.

"Why did I do it?" I asked cautiously, watching Leo to gauge his reaction.

"Because I'm a stupid asshole," he replied. "You are- you were, my best friend, and I was stupid... I told you I never had time for you, and that spending time with you was wasting it."

I was quiet, listening. My fingers played with a loose thread from the couch's armrest.

"I was lying," Leo continued, "to you, and myself. I- I'd fallen in love with you, Y/N, and it scared me. I said I didn't have time for you because I was terrified that you'd be weirded out. That you'd not want to be friends anymore, or something. I-I know this is really weird, and I know you don't even remember me-"

His voice trembled, and I sensed that if he said anything more, he'd cry. I decided not to make him say anything.

I got up off the couch, and slowly stepped over to him. "Hey..." I started. "Don't worry..." I stopped myself. Why wouldn't he worry? Clearly, this was my fault, but he was blaming himself. Maybe he'd played a part in making me want to forget him. I wasn't sure, but I didn't want Leo to beat himself up over this. I wasn't worth that.

"I-" Leo shook his head. "I'm so freaking sorry, Sunshine."

"S-Sunshine?" I asked, my breath hitching. Maybe I didn't remember him, but something deep inside of me recognised that nickname.

Leo's face went red. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "That's what I used to call you, you know, before-" He blushed, looking down sadly. "Because, you know, you're a daughter of Apollo and he's the sun god, and--"

I stopped his rambling with a sudden hug, surprising us both. "Like I said, don't worry about it," I told him. "I- I think I made a mistake in making myself forget you. I really want to be friends again, if that's okay with you."

I watched his eyes light up. "Yes, yes please," Leo almost begged, squeezing me tightly. "I am never ever gonna forgive myself for making you so sad you wanted to forget me, but I don't want to lose you for anything."

I managed a smile, and sent a quick prayer to my dad, hoping he'd listen to me.

Hey dad? Please undo my curse. I mean, super awesome blessing from you. Just this once, please. I think- I think I was in love with this boy, and I don't want to lose that. Please let me remember him.

A few seconds later, I gasped, blinking a few times. "Oh my gods, Leo!" I said. "It- it worked! I-I remember you!"

Leo stared at me. "Really? But-"

"My, uh, power- it's from my dad, and I asked him for a huge favour and begged him to undo it just this once. Because..." I went red. "I had a feeling, and well, it turns out I was right."

"A feeling about what?" Leo asked curiously, fiddling with his tool belt.

"I had a feeling I had been in love with you before I, uh, chose to forget." I grinned sheepishly, kicking the ground with the edge of my sneaker. "And I was right."

Leo's smile was brighter than my dad's sun chariot, and his kiss filled me with much more warmth, too.

[analog-kidd]

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Hey guys so uh,, it turns out that @/donedevidan is an x-antiphobe, especially towards those who naturally carry it (screenshots under the cut)

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always hated that dude, guess I have another reason to hate him more

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honestly I've been deathly afraid of spider digimon for most of my life and idk why

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oh? why don't you come and meet with me so we discuss this fear further.

🥬️snivelingsni Follow

Sure! I really want to dig deep and see why I am so afraid of spiders

🥬️snivelingsni Follow

Good News! I now know why I'm afraid of spider digimon!

Bad News! I was almost eaten by a spider digimon today!

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Fuck everyone on this hellsite

except you ouryumon

you're cool

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THANKS FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#omg!!!! #he loves me!!!!!!

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Tamer forgot to take me to the toilet now there's shit on the floor

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Can't believe I serve this dude

#can i digivolve into an icedevimon #please yggdrasil

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🖤botablack Follow

just hatched😊

☯️silvertdao Follow

Arent you a little young for digiblr

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kys

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nvm you fit right in perfectly

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👿donedevidan Follow

I hope every Appmon gets deleted

Fuck them useless mfs

😇lady-of-the-light Follow

How tf are you still here??????

@digiblr-staff can you ban this bigot?????

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Fuck it, I'm tagging all of the staff's personal blogs cause this is ridiculous

@extra-extra-big-dragon @alphaxxxxxx @duftycat @do-the-wyvern @omega-delete @pinkknightfab @thegallantdukedom @useurcranium @the-bara-hero @i-am-not-jc @ultra-vvv @goldenarmorv @sixlegsandabow

staff, ban this asshole

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[bandiera--rossa]

While reading the works of the medieval Arab sociologist Ibn Khaldun many years ago, I was surprised by his ideas on geography and climate, which attribute not only physical but also sociological patterns for people living in the same climatic region. In short, these ideas suggest that if someone from the extreme Northern Hemisphere moved to the extreme Southern Hemisphere, their surviving descendants would eventually have the same physical and sociological attributes as the people of the Southern Hemisphere. I was fascinated by this concept and at a loss of how anyone in this world could be a racist, knowing they could have mutated into anyone else.

Holding onto this notion and adding to it years of soul-searching, which for being born a Muslim led me to delve into Sufism, I developed the firm belief that all humans are essentially one and that all evil in the world is the result of our division. I was convinced the principal reason people in the Global North condone their armies murdering innocent civilians or the dying of children from hunger in faraway nations is that they are unable to perceive the victims as similar to them and are accordingly unable to empathize with them and feel their pain. If they did, I told myself, most evil in the world would disappear.

That is why I believe that the main objective of the arts should be to humanize those we perceive as different. Being an aspiring novelist myself, I decided that unity and the oneness of being would be the principal theme of all my work.

I can no longer adopt such beliefs and will no longer vouch for those ideas.

It is clear to me now that calling for love and unity does not fall on the oppressed but on the privileged. In the face of the hate or apathy of those who do not feel their suffering or regard them as equal, the persecuted have no choice but to embrace whatever they are persecuted for, ethnic, religious, or else, and accept the division. To vouch for love and unity is a privilege only people in the Global North can now afford. For the rest of us, it is nothing short of weakness and humiliation.

Like most people in the Global South, I am watching with horror the ongoing genocide being perpetrated by Israel in Gaza and the blind, astonishing backing of the majority of governments and mainstream media outlets in the United States and Europe. Like most people in the Global South, I am opening my eyes to the hypocrisy, racism, and ugly confirmation that our lives and deaths are still not valued or regarded as equal. Like most people in the Global South, I am outraged at the narrative of condemning Hamas solely for the attack on October 7, the impudence of acting as if it were unprovoked, and the moral failure to view it in the context of 75 years of dehumanization, colonialism, ethnic cleansing, land theft, violence, torture, and rape at the hands of Israel.

We, who suffered from colonialism, understand that the only party to blame is Israel, the occupying power, simply because if there had been no occupation, there would have been no Hamas. We, who suffered from colonialism, understand that the Hamas combatants who attacked Israel on October 7 did not choose to be resistance fighters and would have had normal lives if they had not been subjected to occupation and living for almost two decades in a concentration camp where more than half of the population were struggling to afford food just before October 7. We, who suffered from colonialism, are well aware of this narrative of blaming the victims and the failure to apply the same moral principles to us.

So, for the people of conscience in the Global North who are standing with the Palestinians in any way they can, for those marching, writing, and speaking up, thank you for giving us hope in humanity in our darkest hour and not allowing us to turn into complete monsters as our enemies want us to.

And for the other ones, for those who are running this horror show in Gaza or facilitating it, for those who are murdering and collectively punishing the innocent men and women and the children of the earth, for those who know there are children trapped in darkness under the rubble of bombed buildings, who are dying of thirst and hunger and are still against a ceasefire, for those who have revealed the wickedness of their hearts and the darkness of their souls, know that we now see you for who you are. The masks have fallen, and millions of us are opening up our eyes to the realization of how much you hate and dehumanize us. Millions of us are radicalized and ready to adopt the ideas and narratives of any group, only if it will fight or oppose you. Whatever doctrine there is — Islamist, Communist, or Nihilist — millions of us are ready to espouse it only if it will take a stand against you.

Palestine now divides us. 

We have hate in our hearts, and I promise you that it will remain. And I promise you we will live like this and die like this and pass on our rage and our pain. And we will remain prisoners of our hate, and you will remain prisoners of your crimes and fears, and the violence will go on, and none of us will be free, until there is fairness and until there is justice, and until Palestine is free.

Mohamed Seif El Nasr - an Egyptian writer with an academic background in history and international law.

[tired-teacher-blog]

I stumbled into your work looking for Bakugo content and yours is truly amazing I love how you portrait him!

I was wondering in the case you’re taking request is it possible for you to make hcs of the main trio with a s/o who refuses to kiss him/give them physical affection after a fight just to tease them? not really angsty. Thank youuuu!!!!!!!

Hi sweetie and thank you so much, your words mean so much to me. I had fun doing this so I hope you like it.

Title : Let's talk

Characters : Shouto/ Izuku/ Bakugo/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Headcanons/ fluff

Masterlist

Bakugo :

No matter the reason for your quarrel, Katsuki would never apologize, at least not verbally.

He would however act like a little brat and follow you around the apartment without saying a word.

It's cute, and you love it, but sometimes you feel like taking advantage of the situation and tease him a little.

And that's exactly what you're doing right now. You're sitting on the couch, flipping through the TV channels aimlessly, and waiting to see what Katsuki would do.

He wordlessly plops down by your side -arms crossed- and bumps his knee on yours while observing your reaction.

You give him none, and just marvel at his prominent scowl.

He takes it to the next level and hesitantly places a hand on your thigh. You still give him no reaction.

It's amusing, especially when he finally gives in and straight out asks for a kiss.

You refuse him though, and he gets really really sensitive so he just grabs your hand and leans his head on your shoulder.. And that's when he starts apologizing properly.

He never stops until you actually return his affection.

You don't tell him that you've never really been mad at him to begin with, because you won't hear the end of it if you do.

Izuku :

Wether it's his mistake or yours, he instantly apologizes and promises to never let it happen again.

And while it's endearing to see him trying his hardest for you, that little tricksy part of your nature nudges you to play with him a little.

And that's what you're planning on doing.

So currently, he's clinging to you trying to have a kiss, but you push him away and say nothing, leaving him in a state of panic.

He doesn't give up though, he never does, which is why he'll try other ways to get you to talk to him.

His first plan is to send you lengthy text messages and await a reply. But it never comes.

So he moves to plan B and sneaks you offerings in the form of his favorite limited edition All might figurines, with little cute notes on each one of them. Some of those notes say: "I love you", "can't you forgive me this time?", "I will do anything so please talk to me" and your personal favorite: "All might is here to vouch for my sincere intentions".

That in itself is enough to break your resolve, because you've never been able to resist his cuteness.

So you immediately smile and give in to him, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him again and again and again, because it's never enough.

Shouto :

He usually has absolutely no clue that you're mad over something, even if he's the reason why.

So you try your hardest to let it be known. And it's not that you want to escalate the situation, no -because deep down you know that he would never intend to upset you- it's just that you want to tease him a little and watch his clueless expressions turn into something else as he comprehends the issue.

So the first thing you're doing right now is ignoring him. He's talking to you, but you're not responding. He's attempting to sneak a hand around your waist and kiss you, but you push him away.

And doing so finally alarms him so he starts getting more persistent and pushy, but you keep ignoring him.

He ultimately gives in, taking a step back. And you almost regret the whole thing when you look at his face and see the most pained expressions.

"Are you breaking up with me?" Is what he says, and you immediately jump in his arms kissing him everywhere and explaining that you were simply playing with him.

His smile returns, but he asks you shyly to never torment him again the way you just did, because the mere thought of losing you is something he can't even consider.

[utilitycaster]

(Long ask warning)

Hello! I'm jumping on the appreciation train to say thank you so much for all of your meta and analysis! I just found your blog today, and you've already given me so much clarity and context for things I've been noticing in the CR fandom lately.

I quite literally spent my summer living under a rock (in the woods leading spelunking for scouts!) and so was completely out of the loop from early June through September. And while I am not yet caught up (I'm about to start ep. 65), I have been going through the tags and ao3, because I primarily engage with fandom through fic and I don't care about spoilers. And I can't help but notice that everything being written for c3 lately is just... monochromatic. The Hells have such interesting characters and premises. One would think they're ripe for creative and interesting fic. And yet even what little gen fic that I have seen since returning to civilization has largely been boiled down to reiterative mush with vaguely shippy overtones. I can totally see this being indicative of the cresting and waning of the Imodna and Callowmore shipping you've been discussing.

I've gotta ask though, is it really just shipping that is causing this problem? Or is there something else in the source material that you think could be affecting fic in particular?

This is the first time I've been in a fandom with ongoing source material in over a decade. I'm used to watching people beat dead horses in their own little corner, safe in the knowledge that I can block them and it isn't going to affect my experience in the slightest. I guess I'm just having a hard time believing/remembering that shipping can be this incidious.

So a couple of things: first, I was not heavily involved in fandom until Critical Role; I have a decent amount of background knowledge from being on Tumblr and because I do tend to look into/research this kind of thing because it's very interesting to me, but you will probably have better snapshot of what fandom looked like 10 years ago than I do. Second, fanfic has always been a tiny aspect of what I've engaged with and I do find the bulk of it to be dull and samey (which is why it is a tiny aspect), so again, you probably are a better judge of the quality of fanfic elsewhere.

With that said, as part of a much larger discussion of which I only have as mentioned pieces of the puzzle, I do think there's been a shift over the past decade or so of like...people expecting the source material to reflect fanfic-y desires, and resenting it when it does not; people not seeing the point in enjoying non-canon ships; and a broader theme of self-infantilization. This has to a small extent spilled over into published fiction, though thankfully there's plenty that isn't that. It's not just shipping (though that absolutely can be insidious to the point that people have been harassed and doxxed over it); I think it's a general taste for pablum that has been growing within fandom spaces.

I'll link a few posts I've made and a source that, while I cannot vouch for it per se I did read and found enlightening at the end but I think a really indicative example as of late was the fandom response to the show Good Omens (spoilers for Good Omens S2 in the next link if you are by any chance avoiding those). Obviously do not do anything obnoxious to the person who wrote this question, but there are a worrying number of people in fandom spaces who believe this unironically and uncritically: fiction exists to "save us from hurtful reality." And I do understand that the tumultuous politics and world events of the past decade are probably a factor; but I mean, have you looked at literature from the first half of the 20th century (or like. the second half, for that matter)? It is, in my opinion, only going to help put our modern world and issues in better context and honestly make you feel better in the long run if you read, say, The Great Gatsby or The Things They Carried instead of burying your head in lower case song lyrics ... (hurt/comfort, fix-it, happy ending, 6k) and like, to be clear, I have written a small portion of lower case song lyric-titled fics myself but most of them aren't terribly happy, and even so, god I'd be horrified if that was all people were reading.

We've seen it across fandom at large with the polls; I have not watched season 2 of Our Flag Means Death in part because I've realized with horror that this mentality has swept, plague-like, through that fandom; people are acting like having a canon queer ship on a small premium cable show in 2022 is world-changing and unprecedented while also kind of ignoring everything that isn't the central ship (including valid criticisms of how this takes a real-world plantation owner and turns him into a goofy fop, how there's precious few female characters and none in the main cast, and how the actually far more groundbreaking nb character is pushed aside in favor of the core M/M ship). Spoilers for Good Omens again (sorry in advance, Good Omens 2 was a realization point for me how deeply and widely this rot has set in in some places and I have a bunch of sources of people being like "guys stories require conflict and tension to be good" in response to the overwrought moaning that the story wasn't unambiguously happy) but this is another author responding to the "the desired endpoint of all fiction is obviously to have your ship living in a small house together in bliss and anything else is torment" mentality.

In addition to shipping another factor is, I think, people overidentifying with characters and as such being reluctant to actually put them through any sort of hardship, however minor. I recently reblogged a post about the origin of the concept "Mary Sue" and it led me to read a bit about its history, because it was in fact created by women. It was a woman in the Star Trek fandom who was sick of spending money to buy fanzines (pre-common home internet, let alone pre-Ao3) only to find the vast majority of the stories to be this "here is my self-insert who is perfect and beautiful and pure and every other character thinks she is the greatest even if that's entire OOC". It was a frustration with the abandonment of the characterizations in the original work. And that's true today - I have read a popular Imogen and Laudna fluff fic to see what the deal was and it stripped out so much of their premises and characterizations it was unrecognizeable as them but for the hair colors and occasional cringeworthy attempts to replicate Southern US dialect - but what was notable is that those people were at least being honest and writing OCs (though to be fair a lot of them were also young white teen girls and the only woman in TOS was black and that was probably also a factor). Now, you get people who cannot tolerate any analysis of characters that is less than flattering because instead of having an OC, they are identifying so strongly with, for example, Imogen or Ashton, that they cannot separate out the real character or understand this is not an attack on them (or, to be blunt, as someone who sees some of my own worse traits in both those characters, a necessary critique). It's not shipping, but it is that same "fiction should only ever be a soft blanket or a flattering mirror, never a dark mirror and certainly never a door" mentality.

I do place a little blame on fanfiction itself; I think having something that is roughly made to order and tells you exactly what it is up front means people start to think that is the only way, and that's why we have people claiming Chipotle is the height of cuisine while making gagging noises at the authentic Mexican restaurant except for fiction. I think fanfiction can be great; it's fun to write and I have read some great pieces. But a lot of it is mush and formulaic and as that Mary Sue history points out, always has been.

So anyway, to Bells Hells: I think past campaigns also had a lot of dull fanfiction; I think the Nein lent themselves more to poorly written angst than poorly written fluff but yeah a lot of that was really samey and bland in its own way. Fanfiction has always been formulaic to a degree but I think we're starting to see the generation of people who really have read more of that than like, books, and sure there are shitty books, but man there's a LOT of shitty fanfiction, and increasingly, I find that shitty published books are bad because they're too much like fanfiction. [If I get the chance today I have a post I want to write about the ignorance of fantasy tropes in the current fandom which I think is also driving some of this and which I alluded to in my post about shipping; like, I feel the almost automatic but oddly thought-free resistance to gods and fate and the 'right' way to respond to a tragic backstory comes from this ignorance; this also is a case in the D20 fandom when they've dipped into sci fi.] Shipping definitely is a factor, and I think again C3 has an influx of fans primarily here to ship in that "my ship must become canon and must 'win' for some arbitrary definition thereof" which is probably why so much of the fanfic sucks, but again, this is a larger self-infantilizing and entitled mentality that goes beyond mere ships.

Further reading (mostly my own posts but not exclusively)

The fandom echo chamber (also Good Omens spoilers in a broad sense), not by me

Some discussion on queerphobia being inserted only as a tool to assist with specific shipping narratives (I think this ties in again to like. people need obstacles to justify why the characters aren't already in their cottage by the sea but once the characters are together they discard these obstacles even if they are systemic and would still exist, which makes for really bad fanfic bc it's clearly poorly plotted and thought out)

Me on why this campaign isn't good for shipping but a lot of the fandom showed up primarily to ship (might be the post that prompted this ask tbf)

Fandom monocropping (not my post)

My treatise on Imogen and Laudna specifically which honestly, even now that they are canon, still largely holds up re: the fandom and a related one about similarly fluff-centric Change is Evil and the highest order of fiction is Two Blorbos In A House With Zero Problems mentality (not by me but I've been part of that discussion)

[gumnut-logic]

Óen (Part 6)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Still writing this behemoth bit by bit. This time both Scott and Hiccup fought me tooth and nail.

Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for all the encouragement and support.

I hope you enjoy this bit.

-o-o-o-

“My father was Flaith O’Treasaigh, back in our homeland. He was an adventurer, and explorer. He travelled young, crossing seas and Briton to visit the continent and came back with stories and tradings. He created routes for wares rarely seen and extolled our craftsmen to those afar. Our land grew rich with his connections and the Flaithri, our Seanathair was proud.” Scott drew in a breath. “However, having travelled the east, my father was forever staring off to the west. He wished to find what lay beyond the horizon.”

He saw understanding in the young man’s eyes.

“I see you share something with my father. Was exploration the reason why we had to rescue you from the Great Ice Sea?”

Hiccup froze just a moment before nodding.

So, a half truth, then.

Scott let it pass.

“The Flaithri gave my father permission to take a small fleet of ships out as far as they dared into the West Ocean to see what they could find.”

“Óen found my father in a storm. Just like we did you, and fished him out of the water. He returned him to land.” Scott paused. “But on the wrong side of the Ocean.”

The young Viking blinked. “Your father crossed the West Ocean?”

“He did. And that is where Óen is from.”

Hiccup’s eyes widened. “Are there other night furies there?”

Scott held up a hand. “The journey across the ocean is long and always deadly. It is too far for a lone dragon.”

“But there has to be a way!”

Toothless warbled a query and outside Óen let off a roar.

Beside Scott, John flinched.

Scott straightened his shoulders. “It cannot be done. There are no night furies over the ocean.” He felt the lie in his bones.

Hiccup’s lips thinned.

“Now, I believe you have a tale to tell. It is obvious challenges have befallen both of you. How do you two come to be together?”

The young Viking was a stubborn one. Scott could see thoughts spinning behind those green eyes and no doubt, the truths he would tell would be as halved as those Scott had shared.

“I, too, am son of a Chief. Our village has been fighting a war with the dragons for generations.”

Scott sat ever so still, the tension in his frame tight.

“I shot Toothless out of the sky. I am the reason he is ‘injured’. But don’t worry, he got me back.” The boy’s false foot clunked on the stone floor beneath as he shifted and began to absently stroke his dragon’s head. “We ended the war by saving the dragons from the Green Death, a giant parasitic dragon capable of controlling their actions. Now we live in peace with the dragons.” He looked Scott square in the eye. “They are our friends.”

“I can see that.”

“Toothless is well cared for. I can vouch for that.” Virgil spoke up. As usual his brother had been sitting there quietly watching, only speaking to intervene when Scott became a little too intense.

He was far too much like their Máthair Chriona.

Too much like their mother, as well.

“John?”

His slim brother was silent a moment. “Cóic agrees. Toothless confirms the situation and vouches for his ‘toothpick’.”

Hiccup’s eyes widened and Toothless laughed at his rider.

-o-o-o-

There was so much to unpack here. For not the first time in his life, Hiccup wished his father was with him. Stoick knew politics and diplomacy. Often he knew it with as big an axe as he could find, but that was because he dealt with Vikings.

These people were definitely not Vikings.

He was baffled by how much he didn’t know about them.

Their chief, their ‘Flaithri’, seemed kind and good, but those eyes spoke of seeing much that was unkind. They spoke of a homeland as if it was far away. And if so, why were they here and why did they leave?

And John, the red-haired brother who wore no beard, yet wore his hair long as if attempting to hide scars that could not be hidden as easily as everything else about him. The mysterious Cóic and how did either of them know what Toothless was thinking?

The tantalising information of where Óen had come from. It explained so much. If night furies were from across the ocean, then that explained why there were no others here.

He glanced at Toothless. Toothpick, huh. Green eyes gleamed at him, dragon humour as cutting as always. There would be much to say about that later. But right now…if night furies were from across the West Ocean, then how had Toothless made it here?

Hiccup almost feared the answer to that question. What had his friend suffered before they had met?

What if he needed to travel back over the ocean?

So many questions not answered. These people seemed good, but Hiccup did not dare expose Berk to an unknown people. He knew that much about politics, at least.

But at the same time, he felt there were answers he needed. So diplomacy it was until he could know them better and decide if he could trust them.

And convince them, he could be trusted with whatever it was they were hiding.

-o-o-o-

TBC

[booboodaddysblog]

Secret

Part ten

Warning: smut, kissing, oral, public, betrayal, emotional talking and drama, secret, weed

Words: 4020

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Longing sometimes makes a lot of emotions, thoughts, doubts in our head. Not always everything is negative. But... this overthinking....

Colin had been heartbroken and lonely for days and couldn't stop thinking about what was, what is now and what will be. Of course, it had nothing to do with his work. He was distracted and absent-minded. Mare kept pointing out to him that he was ignoring her and not focusing on what was important.... she was so mad with him.

That day, he sat in his office and read one same sentence for a long time, an important sentence, an email from Mare:

"Send me the latest report. Preferably now! - Mare"

What is there not to understand here? What is difficult about clicking on the buttons "reply” then “add file” and “send"? Nothing difficult, as long as you are focused on work.

- Why haven't I received your report yet? - Mare entered his office angrily opening the door.

He was not impressed when she entered so abruptly. He stared at her and remained silent. He furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing what she meant.

Mare stared at him crossing her arms over her chest. She began stomping her foot angrily.

- Colin! What the fuck is wrong with you! What is happening to you! Do you want me to send you back to your former workplace! - she walked over to his desk and looked at his computer screen - you have an open message from me. Such a problem to do what I ask?

- What is it about, Mare? - he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

- You're kidding me?!

- I don't feel like joking, I'm sad - he closed his eyes and rested his head on the backrest of the chair.

- Are you sad? Why don't you cry? Send me that report, because I won't vouch for myself! - she left his office.

Colin still did not open his eyes. He sighed heavily. He covered his face with his hands and leaned toward the desk, resting on it. He spread the fingers of one hand and looked at the screen.

- Okay, it's time to do something useful - he sighed, pulling his hands away from his face.

He sent the promised email to Mare and got up from his desk. He went to the social room to brew himself some coffee. He was not alone. He smiled at Roby and leaned against the countertop waiting for the coffee machine to start.

- How are you doing? Marg is not coming back until next month. I can see that you miss her. Of course, so do I. Why exactly did she have to leave now? - Roby was sitting at the table eating lunch.

- Her mom is sick and her dad asked her to help him - he turned to pour coffee into the coffee machine.

- Yes, I know.

Colin turned toward her again.

- May I have a request? - he asked while sitting down at the table.

- Sure.

- You have the key to the archive, right?

- I do. Marg left it for me to keep it out of the wrong hands - she took a sip of coffee.

- Could my hands be the wrong hands? - he raised an eyebrow wondering.

- No, rather not. What do you need?

- I needs some documents and....

- What else?

- There are a lot of evidence... such as... - he looked out the window into the hallway - weed…

- What do you need it for, Colin? - Roby made big eyes and parted her lips in amazement.

The coffee maker gave a distinctive beep, announcing that the coffee was ready. Colin got up to take a mug out of the cabinet. He poured himself coffee.

- Do you want some? - he asked with a smile.

- No, thank you. Colin, why do you need this evidence? - Roby did not give up.

- I need to relax a little. The stress is getting me down even more than the longing. I can't sleep. I hope a few puffs before bed will help something - he stood at the door to the hallway.

- I understand. It's true, your work is hard. Well. I will come to your office with the keys - she smiled.

- At 2pm. Thank you - he also smiled and went back to his place.

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Colin was not one of those people who liked to wait. Since he had planned something, he preferred to do it right away. He went through all the miles and deleted unnecessary spam. He arranged the documents on his desk. Relative order prevailed.

Roby did not come to his office at the appointed time. He took a pen in his hand and began snapping it, then tapping it on the desk top. He sighed disappointed by her behavior. Suddenly he stood up, walked to the door and opened it with a jerk. The glass shook dangerously. He moved to her office with a quick step and entered without knocking.

- I am disappointed… - he said, tightening his hand on the door handle.

Roby looked at him, slid her glasses down to the tip of her nose and raised her eyebrow in surprise.

- Why do you just stare at me and keep quiet? You know how I don't like it! It's frustrating! - he clenched his jaw, looking at her with a threatening gaze.

- I don't understand what you mean? - she said in a calm tone.

Colin closed his eyes and counted to 10 in his mind before speaking again.

- Now you are the one who is silent - sighed Roby looking away from him.

- Why didn't you come to me? We had an agreement that at 2pm you would come to my office, bring the key to the archive and we would go to get the documents. It’s 2:30pm! - he drew in air and loudly let it out. In this way he tried to calm his nerves.

- Very well, breathe deeply and don't be nervous. Answer me one question. Why do you think someone will be at your every beck and call or nod? You didn't even ask if the hour you set suits me. You just turned around and left. Who do you think you are? - Roby reached for her coffee mug and waited for an answer.

Colin raised an eyebrow and furrowed his brow thinking.

- That's two questions.

- What?

- You asked me two questions, not one - he grunted.

- How old are you that you give me such answers? You are joking, right?

He fell silent again. He walked over to the chair opposite her desk and sat down.

- I don't like it when someone is late.

- Really? You're not the only one with a lot of work, elegant - she focused her gaze on the computer screen.

- Mare is the only one who talks to me like that....

- And she's right. It's not just about clothes - she laughed.

- I don't understand - he furrowed his forehead and leaned back in his chair.

- You don't understand much lately. What's going on with you? - Roby shook her head in displeasure.

He stared at her, not knowing if he wanted to talk about it or not. Eventually, he decided he needed to start talking about topics other than work.

- Do you know what my problem is? - he asked quietly with a sad face.

- Do you think I am your psychologist? - she took off her glasses and looked at him.

- I think too much. Too negative. I can't handle with it sometimes - he looked at his intertwined hands. He was unable to look at her.

- Colin...

- My feelings are too deep, which I don't understand... - he whispered.

- Colin… I...

He raised his hand to silence her. He was silent for a moment, clenching his intertwined fingers, which were turning all the way white. Finally, he looked at her.

- And do you know what the worst thing is?

- I don't know - she whispered with a sad face.

- All these things combined together make a really dangerous combination... - he closed his eyes and let out the air loudly.

Roby had no idea what to say to all this. She was sad, although that wasn't her problem. Colin was her friend and she felt he had said about something that is painful to him. He opened himself to her. There is something he can't handle.

- Colin? - she hesitated.

- Yes? - he did not open his eyes.

- Maybe you could talk to our psychologist?

Colin opened his eyes and straightened up. He smiled artificially and shook his head disapprovingly.

- And you think he will help me? Yes, he will listen to me. Just think what will happen next. I can bet that as soon as I leave his office - he sighed deeply - the whole police department, the whole little town, will know that the great Colin Zabel, the detective - he emphasized the word - that Mr. Detective... has emotional problems that he can't fucking handle! Maybe Mr. Detective cries as soon as he gets home?! Maybe Mr. Detective is not fit to be a detective?! - he stood up and held out his hand toward Roby - Give me the fucking key, finally, the fucking key, please - he said calmly.

- I can not give it to you. You can't go there alone - she said quietly frightened.

- In that case, come with me. Since there is no other way - he rolled his eyes.

Roby reached into the drawer where the key was. She pulled it out and stood up. She tried to walk over, but Colin was standing in the aisle.

- Could you let me through? - she asked without looking at him.

- I could - he moved away so she could pass.

- Let's go. You'll take what you need and we'll go back to work.

- Of course, that's the plan - he motioned for her to leave her office.

They walked down the hallway. Every now and then Roby looked back as if to see if Colin was still following her. He paid no attention to the fact that he was being watched. He preferred to look at his shoes. He was again overwhelmed by excessive thinking. He himself no longer knew why he was so tortured by it, but he couldn't stop it. Currently his thoughts were occupied by Marg, longing for her... the softness of her skin, the smell, the taste....

He woke up suddenly when Roby stopped at the entrance to the basement. She took the key out of her pocket and opened the door. She went downstairs. Colin followed her, door automatically locked behind him.

A light turned on on the stairs. Colin looked around the hallway. Every step they took was followed by cameras. The archive room was the most guarded room in the entire police station building.

Roby stood in front of the door to the archive. She inserted the key in the door and opened it which set off the alarm. She turned it off.

- This is the first time I've encountered any archive having such security features - Colin laughed quietly.

- Our boss likes to be careful. Besides, several times someone has stolen important evidence regarding investigations.

They went inside, the door closed behind them with a quiet click. Roby turned on the light and started the computer to change the information about the documents Colin was going to take. Everything had to be documented with the utmost accuracy.

Colin began strolling between the bookcases, on which everything was arranged in alphabetical order. Roby followed him to keep an eye on him. She believed he would not take anything other than what he needed for his work. However, she preferred to keep an eye on him.

He stopped by the drug rack. He made a face as if he was wondering what to choose.

- I see a lot of fun here. From what would I sta...

- Don't even think about it - Roby interrupted him.

- Oh, don't be like that. We live only once. I told you that I feel like to have this green fun. I want to stop thinking, at least for a while - he looked at her with the eyes of a small puppy.

- Yes, I remember. Just how are you going to enter it in the system... hmm "minus 2 grams as part of quality control"? - she laughed.

Colin took the bag of weed in his hand and turned it in his fingers. He sniffed and closed his eyes. He opened them and put the bag in place.

- Okay, another time - he went towards more bookcases.

- Do you really need it that much? - asked Roby with a sigh.

- Honestly, it would be nice - he took down one of the boxes of documents and began to look through its contents.

Roby watched as Colin took out the documents. She watched the movements of his hand. He did it so gently.

- "Well, yes, these are important documents.... but what great hands he has.... I remember once... God” - she thought and sighed dreamily.

Colin stopped looking through the documents and looked puzzled at his companion.

- Are you all right? - he raised his eyebrows and began to stare at her.

- Yes, yes... all positive - she nodded innocently - just thinking... actually I was wondering... if... maybe... maybe there is another way... - she hesitated.

- A way to do what?

- Eh... for you to relax. Weed is not a good solution. You know it well - she looked him in the eyes.

- I don't currently know of a better way - he returned to looking through the documents.

Roby had an idea in her head that she had been thinking about for a long time. She had a fantasy that might now be realized.

- Colin? - she came closer.

- Yes? - he did not raise his eyes at her.

- What if we... you know... no one can get in here, there are no cameras... - she licked her lips at the very thought of her evil plan.

- What do you mean? - he looked at her - I don't have much time. I want to find these documents and get on with my work. Don't riddle me - he rolled his eyes.

- There really is something wrong with you. Has your brain turned off? - she poked him on the shoulder - wake up!

- Please, don't touch me - he whispered.

- Why? - she touched him again.

- I'm with Marg, that's why.

- She's not here and she won't know anything - she touched his hand.

- Roby...

- No one will find out. It will only be between us - she moved even closer to him.

- I... I can't...

- You can - she kissed him gently and purred.

- I can't - he whispered into her mouth still with his eyes closed.

She kissed him again and began to slide his jacket off his shoulders. He muttered in protest. Although it didn't even sound like a protest. He did nothing to stop it.

- Roby... I can't... because... - now he kissed her, more greedily than before.

- You can - she began to unbutton his pants.

- I can't... oh dear - he felt Roby put his hand in his boxers.

- You really can't! I can feel it very clearly! - she laughed and tightened her hand on his swollen dick.

Colin leaned against the bookcase submitting to the sweet torture. Her movements were gentle but firm. He moaned out loud.

- Be quiet! I know this walls are soundproof, but be quiet. Remember, we are in a public place - she crouched down and slipped his pants together with his boxers down to his knees.

- What are you doing? Roby I can't! - he groaned again, this time quieter.

- Shut up! You can! - she licked gently the tip of his dick, which begged for more.

- Oh God I can't... - he opened his eyes and looked down at Roby - take it deeper into your mouth - he moved her hair back to keep it out of her way.

- You really can't - she murmured and put it as deep as she could.

Colin's legs trembled and he gripped the bookcase harder. His hips began to move back and forth. He wanted more and harder. He held Roby's head and began to move. She did not protest. He moved rhythmically and didn't go too deep so she wouldn't choke. The room was filled with wet sounds of pleasure and moaning.

- Oh that's wonderful... keep going - he stopped moving while catching his breath. He looked at Roby with a blissful smile on his face.

She licked him from all sides and put him deep in her mouth again, sucking and licking. She listened to Colin breathing deeply and felt him getting closer. His thighs were trembling. He clenched his hands tightly on the bookcase.

- Oh Roby... I really shouldn't... - he felt a surge of sudden pleasure and moaned loudly - oh God and Mother of God! Fuck! - he cum in her mouth.

He breathed hard still holding Roby's hair, tightly in his hand. He was trembling all over, breathing hard. He felt a sudden surge of heat. He opened his eyes and looked at his companion again. He was speechless.

Roby swallowed his cum with a smile on her face.

- You really couldn't do it. I just found that out - she laughed and got up from the floor. She took a tissue out of her pocket and wiped her mouth.

- I... really shouldn’t have done it - he bent down to pull up his boxers and pants.

- How do you feel? Relaxed? - she asked with a devilish smile.

- Very, thank you - he put on his jacket.

- I thought you'd relax, and you're still stiff - she rolled her eyes and walked away toward the computer to change the entries in the digital records.

Colin looked between the bookcases in her direction. Her back was turned to him. He quickly returned to the rack of prohibited substances and threw two bags of weed into his pants pocket. After a moment, he was already at the carton of documents. He closed it and moved toward Roby.

- I already have everything. We can go upstairs - he put the box on the floor - Roby?

- Yes? - didn't look at him.

- Are you mad?

- Why should I be mad? - she said in an indifferent tone.

- Because I’m not jumping for joy after an unearthly blowjob - he walked closer to her - Roby?

- Can you finally say what you want? - she sighed and turned off the computer.

Colin grabbed her hand and pulled her close. He looked into her eyes and smiled broadly.

- Roby, sweet Roby! Thanks to you I feel wonderful and light now. I have to think how to reward you - he kissed her greedily and deeply. They both moaned loudly.

- Colin... you know what I would like....

- I know, you will get it. We have time - he kissed her again, this time more gently - now we'll go back to our offices and focus on work.

- It won't be easy for me to focus... after what just happened and after that kiss - she blushed.

- I believe in you. It won't be easy for me either - he let her go and opened the door - ladies first.

- Thank you - she laughed.

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It was getting to 8pm when Roby knocked on his office door.

- I'm going home. See you tomorrow. Don't stay long. Have a good night - she smiled.

- Yes, I'll get going soon too. It was a very nice day - he bit his lower lip and laughed lightly.

- Good night Colin - she put her finger to her lips - this will be our secret shhh....

- Yes, a secret. Good night.

Roby left, leaving him alone. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The intrusive thoughts returned again. He patted his pants pocket, where there was some green relaxation.

- I will feel even better soon - he stood up and packed his documents and computer into a briefcase.

He left the police station and headed toward his car. He got in and started the car. He moved toward the house. He parked in the driveway and walked quickly to the door. He took off his coat and threw it on the couch. He went to the terrace at the back of the house, on the way taking out what he needed from the cabinet. He sat down on an armchair and took out a weed from his pocket. He opened the bag and inhaled the scent. He spilled some on the paper and rolled it tightly. He reached for his lighter. He put the twist in his mouth and lit it. He inhaled heavily closing his eyes. He held the smoke in his mouth contracting a tickle in his throat. He let the smoke out with a loud sigh.

- This is what I needed - he laughed - I'm already cheerful.

He smoked the whole joint and went to the kitchen. He looked in the refrigerator. It was practically empty... milk, a piece of cheese, a piece of roast chicken from the previous day and a couple of bottles of beer. He grabbed the meat and a bottle of beer. He immediately opened it and took a big gulp. He started the oven to reheat dinner.

After dinner, he took a shower and went to bed. He reached for the phone lying on the bedside table and dialed Marg's number. She answered after the second beep. It was as if she had been waiting for his call.

- Colin, finally. Hello dear, I missed your voice - he could hear the joy in her voice.

- Marg, dearest. How was your day? - he fixed himself on the pillows and closed his eyes.

- It was good, I'm not complaining. But I'm really tired today. How about you? A lot of work?

- Yes, I had to take most of it home. I think I'll work remotely tomorrow. I need a different environment. Maybe I will think better.

- I understand. And how do you feel? I know you were sad when I left - she said sadly.

Colin was silent for a while, staring into the darkness.

- Yes, it's true, I was sad. And I miss you very much. It's okay now. I have so much work that I don't even have time to think about how sad I am without you.

- You sound somehow strange. Are you sure all is well? Should I call Roby to talk to you? I'm worried about you.

- No, no... everything is positive. You don't have to worry about me.

- Are you sure?

- Yes. For sure. It's already late. Let's go to bed.

- Okay, if you say so. Good night Colin. I miss you.

- Good night Marg. I also miss you. Bye... - he hung up and put the phone on the bedside table.

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

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Part nine

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[wanderinginksplot]

Voices Carry

Mereel x fem!reader (eventual)

Rating: G

Word Count: 800

Warnings: workplace harassment, mentions of restrictive work contract, mentions of unpleasant work environment

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Part Two

“The senator will be in contact with you as soon as he can,” you assured. “Thank you for calling. Good-bye.”

You disconnected the call and let the comlink fall onto your desk with a clatter. Thankfully, Senator Julgum hadn’t come back to the office yet - he hated any unnecessary noise.

No wonder no one had wanted this job. 

The official word around the Senate was that Julgum was high-profile enough that he needed to have an official assistant rather than a rotating cast of senatorial aides. It was plausible enough, especially considering Julgum’s recent quest to eradicate some of the crime that ran rampant on his home world of Farrfin. 

But you listened when you moved through the expansive halls of the Galactic Senate: no senatorial aides had volunteered to work for Julgum, likely because of his plutocratic views. The aide system had been largely unsympathetic, assigning aides regardless of their preference… until Julgum’s longest-serving aide had been repeatedly exposed to dangers on the job. From the stories you heard, those dangers included everything from blaster fire to a sabotaged transport. 

And so the Senate had opted to make this position a permanent one, drawing from a list of candidates outside of the aide system. You earned a higher salary than the aides did, but the potential for danger was literally written into your contract. And there would be certain consequences if you quit before completing the full length of that contract. 

It felt a little as though you had sold yourself to the Hutts, but an assistant with experience working with the Galactic Senate could get a position virtually anywhere in the galaxy. That wasn’t much of an incentive, but it was enough of one to keep picking up the comms when people tried to contact Julgum. 

A piercing chime rang through your small office, situated just in front of Senator Julgum’s much larger set of rooms. Speaking of…

“Senator Julgum’s office,” you said after accepting the call. The practiced words flowed from you in your most professional tone. “How may I help you?”

There was a moment’s pause on the other end of the comm - almost too subtle to catch, but definitely there. “Yes, I need to speak with the senator.”

You nodded, knowing full well that the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see you. “And your name?”

There was a quiet sigh and you smiled despite yourself. The caller - they sounded male and fairly young, if you were to guess - definitely didn’t have an appointment to speak with Julgum, but you had to go through the game. It was what the pageantry of Coruscant (and the Senate in particular) demanded. 

“That doesn’t matter, right?” he asked. “I won’t take up much of Senator Julgum’s time, but I really need to talk to him.” 

“Of course! I understand that it’s likely an urgent matter,” you reassured. “As soon as you give me your name and I make sure that you have an appointment, I can put the call through to Senator Julgum.”

“It is an urgent matter,” the man insisted. “So urgent that I don’t have time to deal with power-hungry secretaries who insist on delaying me to feed their own sense of importance.”

“That sounds terribly frustrating,” you agreed commiseratingly. “But I’m an assistant, not a secretary.”

“Okay, assistant,” he said. “I need you to work with me here.”

“I would be happy to. Just give me your name.”

The noise of irritation that came from the other end of the comms lifted your spirits and the corners of your lips. “Wait, I know Julgum’s last assistant. She can vouch for me. Can I speak to Sonrir?”

That, at least, confirmed that this person really was familiar with Julgum and the way he ran things. Sonrir was the assistant you had replaced. Her position had always been temporary, a short-term coverage after the original aide had quit after so much exposure to danger. Sonrir had been glad to leave the office and work for - as she said - “anyone else”, so you didn’t bother wasting sympathy on the fact that she was gone.

“I’m sorry, Sonrir no longer works in this office.”

Your disgruntled conversational partner gave a derisive snort. “I wonder how long you’ll last, then.”

You laughed despite yourself. Judging from the silence on the other end of the line, the reaction had been an unexpected one. “I ask myself the same thing every day. Now, your name, please?”

The click on the line wasn’t unexpected, but you found yourself inexplicably disappointed. That conversation had easily been the most entertaining thing to happen since you had started working with Julgum.

With a small sigh, you set aside the comlink and reached for a datapad containing the senator’s schedule of appearances. Back to monotony, then…

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Author's Note - We have an official interaction between the two! That's a start... and only the beginning.

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[manygalaxiesinone]

Here's how I imagine Alastor in Disgaea 2:

Alastor: "Good evening ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in that technical rainbow in between.

It is I, Alastor, here to deliver you a special, chilling announcement today.

For those who don't know, a tournament hosted by the demon known as Overlord Zenon, the God of All Overlords, has recently concluded in an alternate human world known as Veldime. Since the prize was to meet Overlord Zenon in person, I do feel sorry for any blood thirsty, title seeking demon, who missed out on their chance.

The winner of the contest may surprise you as it was none other than one of Veldime's own human residents. A demon hunter named Adell, fought valiantly with his group in order to save his family and home world from a curse that has been plaguing them for well over a decade now. Why isn't that noble?

Unfortunately, the tournament was actually a trap set up by Overlord Zenon designed to exterminate whoever won the contest. Not to worry, Adell and his companions managed to survive because one other demon showed up to face the tyrannical demon in his stead.

If you’re wondering if that demon could possibly be the dashing individual speaking to you in the mic right now, then congratulations! Feel free to award yourself with a cookie. And the fact that I am broadcasting this right now should inform you all how our little encounter ended. If you doubt my victory, I do have witnesses.

A demon known as Axel the Dark Hero, along with his TV crew would be more than happy to verify what happened after the tournament. These individuals have all been wrongfully declared dead, a lie covered up by the producer of Axel’s own travel show in an attempt prevent his embezzlement of finances from being exposed. I'm also certain that any of the tournament winners can vouch in my favor.

With that said, I still have some unfinished business in Veldime so if you wish to see me for whatever reason... you'll know exactly where to find me. So until we meet again, my friends. Thank you all for listening."

Alastor's "On Air" lights cut off.

Valentino: "...Somebody stop Vox before he does something stupid."

Velvet: "Too late."

Vox: marches off. "That damn Alastor really thinks he's some hot shit?! I bet he's already going around calling himself the new God of All Overlords! Well it's time he learns he doesn't run fuck all! Not now! Not ever!"

Enters a room. "He said he's in a human world, huh? Well, it's time I bring out the big guns!"

[lurkingshan]

Hi, I saw your offer to help in locating access to I Cannot Reach you and I've been unable to locate it in the US. I wish Japan would offer more international distribution because I would definitely be willing to pay for streaming access. Anyway, you don't know me and I don't have anyone here to vouch for me so I totally understand if you'd rather not share the info. The offer was very kind and I don't want to overstep. Thank you!

Hello yes I am here to help! Okay, so this show requires a little extra effort but it is deeply worth it. Unfortunately you will not be able to find it on any streaming service, but you can download the video and subtitle files and watch it on your own devices.

If you’re not familiar with how to watch shows this way, here are the steps to living that pirate life:

Google search and locate the show on a website hosting the raw video files (I will DM you a good one for this show, I try not to spread around exact locations because it will be taken down at some point as this is not legal).

Download subtitle files from lovely fansubbers who are doing this work on their own time and are generous enough to share. @kiminaisubs is providing subtitle files for this show and you can find all the currently available ones on that blog. Please mind their request not to repost.

Once you have both sets of files saved in the same folder on your computer, you’ll want to give the video (in mp4 or mkv format) and the matching sub file (in ass or srt format) for each ep the same name. I suggest the following format: I Cannot Reach You S01E01. So for ep 1 for example, you’ll end up with two files: I Cannot Reach You S01E01.mkv and I Cannot Reach You S01E01.ass. Do that for every episode.

Once your files are named properly your device will automatically play the subtitle file when you click play on the video. If you’re watching on a computer VLC media player works well; when you are ready to level up and be a bougie pirate you can make yourself a Plex server to make everything extra beautiful and be able to easily watch on a television.

Those are the steps! I’ll send you a link to grab the videos (if others want it comment or DM me).