#this is self-control. i am Controlling Myself.

[etherealwitcherys-blog]

New Moon in Cancer ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯

June 25th, 2025

The New Moon in Cancer this evening is all about emotional renewal and trusting your intuition. Cancer energy naturally pulls us toward home, comfort, and the people we care about the most. This new moon is a powerful time to set intentions around healing, whether that's old family patterns, relationship dynamics, or just giving yourself permission to feel your feelings without judgment. The new moon gives us a clean slate, and Cancer's nurturing energy points out that growth happens for us when we feel safe and supported. Pay attention to what your gut is telling you right now!

Spell Work for This New Moon

Home Protection Ritual Light a white candle in each room (or carry one around). As you do, set the intention that your space is protected and peaceful. Let each candle burn for at least 30 minutes while you tidy or just sit quietly in each room.

Emotional Release Bath Add a handful of sea salt and rose petals to your bath water, and set a moonstone crystal nearby if you have one. Soak for at least 20 minutes and let yourself feel whatever comes up.

Family Harmony Spell Write your intentions for family relationships on dried bay leaves. Burn them safely in a fireproof bowl/cauldron, focusing on sending love rather than trying to control outcomes. Keep a window open to let the smoke carry your intentions out.

Self-Love Jar Get a small jar and layer in rose quartz chips, written self-affirmations folded up small, and dried rose petals. Keep it on your nightstand or altar as a reminder. Add new affirmations whenever you think of them!

Water Blessing Leave a jar of water outside or on a windowsill overnight during the new moon. Use this charged water in future spell work, add drops to your drinks for intention, or use it to anoint candles and crystals.

3-Card New Moon Spread

1. What to release - Old emotional patterns you're ready to let go of. 2. What needs nurturing: Where to focus your care and attention. 3. New beginning: What's ready to grow in your life?

Crystal Recommendations

Moonstone: Divine feminine, new beginnings Rose Quartz: Self-love, emotional healing Aquamarine: Calm emotions, clear communication Selenite: Cleansing, lunar connection Pearl: Wisdom through experience Prehnite: Heart healing, unconditional love

Place on your altar, carry with you, or meditate with during the new moon!

Journal Prompts

What part of my emotional self needs extra love right now?

How can I create more comfort and safety in my life?

What old emotional patterns am I ready to release?

In what ways can I better nurture myself and others?

What do I want to plant seeds for in my personal relationships

How can I trust my intuition more deeply?

What does "home" mean to me, and how can I honor that?

Simple New Moon Rituals

Cleansing Bath Add sea salt, milk, and rose petals to wash away what no longer serves you.

Intention Candle Carve goals into a white/silver candle, let it burn while focusing on your intentions.

Letter to Future Self Write your hopes and dreams, seal to open at the Full Moon.

Moon Water Place water outside or on a windowsill overnight to charge.

New Moon Cancer Affirmations

"I deserve love and care, especially from myself."

"My intuition guides me toward my highest good."

"I create a safe, loving space wherever I go."

"I am planting seeds of healing and growth."

"My heart is open to receive abundance."

"I trust my gut feelings and intuition."

Repeat during meditation or write in your journal.

[blueskittlesart]

the master works discourse on twitter is killing me. none of these bitches understood the game or its characters AT ALL

[demiurgicviscera]

i am going to try to hit a lot of your points here quickly. (i am not known for my brevity) (it won’t be quick) (i’m still gonna try) (i cannot care if you personally read this as i have no control over that, but i feel it must be written nonetheless) 

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1. “this is not a war it is tumblr” so i don’t know if you know this but, social media is full of real life living breathing humans, and we all get together and share our thoughts about the real world we live in. belittling someone addressing fascists in a tag that functions as a communication hub for a part of a marginalized community is certainly strange. 

2. “if radfems are so dangerous why have i not detransitioned or killed myself yet” is not holding a lot of weight with that self flagellating “tif” in your bio. if you are actually trans that is a pathetic level of self deprecation that i would assume being surrounded by people who tolerate you and view you as a woman surely cannot be helping. 

3. trans women who go around calling people theyfabs are people i feel solidarity with on the level of basic human rights that i will still care and fight for because those are my ethics, but otherwise want absolutely nowhere near me. unlike you, i do not tolerate people in my life who do not have sincere respect for who i am and for other vulnerable minorities. this is not a transaction for me, i do not need anything in return for me to give a shit that minorities have freedom, dignity and safety. that is not something to be revoked, period. how flimsy do you assume my ethics to be?

4. there are long histories in both trans fem/women’s communities and trans masc/men’s communities of separatism, gender and bio essentialism, radical feminism, and discriminatory practices, because the patriarchy is a pressure cooker and it takes out the weak ones, devolves them into crabs in a barrel desperately pulling down the other crabs, full of resentment from their perception that other trans groups have it easier. for every “b**ddel” (intersexist slur btw) there is a transmasc t(fem)erf, i mean, look at you. a lot of these “b**ddels” happened to be deeply hurt by trans mascs or men, had negative experiences in the community, and it drove them to exclusionary, bigoted and just deeply hateful ideologies, i’d think you’d be able to relate. 

5. “you even admit there is a ton of them, and you’ve never asked why, or called any of them terfs, or asked why they’d risk tearing the trans community apart over it?” so quick question: do you know me? hm look at that, you totally don’t. the framing you are using here is overly familiar and assumptive, and makes me think you have built up an entire idea of who i am, a stranger, without ever having questioned it, and it makes me think that you aren’t in a very discerning mindset. i have asked why, i do regard them as trans masc exclusionary radical feminists, and am often highly suspect of motivation. unfortunately the answer often ends up as petty and boring human selfishness, lack of ethical integrity, black and white thinking, ultimate victim mentality, and poor emotional developement. as is common with any branch of radical feminism. 

6. full bodily autonomy…..trans exclusive radical feminists….fascinating. so you would call not supporting teenagers and their right to choose the puberty they want to experience advocating for full bodily autonomy? supporting medical gatekeeping is advocating for full bodily autonomy? mourning trans men and mascs getting life saving surgeries and calling it mutilation is being pro bodily autonomy? what an interesting definition, sounds incredibly situational to me. 

7. you make the mistake again of over familiarity. i know radical feminism well, and can easily tell it apart from other forms of transphobia. i held radical feminist beliefs when i was a young terrified teenager who did not know that any kind of feminism could ever be bad, and i trusted it implicitly, until i looked around and saw such severe dehumanization of trans women that it stopped me in my tracks, because i knew fundamentally that no matter what, they are human beings deserving of dignity and basic human respect and safety. i have a lot of understanding for why any marginalized person may fall into separatist perspectives, and very little respect for the ones that do not have automatic breaks that get thrown on in the face of utter dehumanization of another. i did still internalize the beliefs enough that radical feminism encouraged me into thinking i was not a man, and i simply just hated being a woman under patriarchy, and i doubled down, denied myself utterly, and tried to be comfortable as a woman for six more years and at the end of it i got so sick i nearly died. it created such extreme dissonance my physical body started fully breaking down. only since starting hormones have i been getting better. it cost me more than i can say. which brings me to point eight. 

8. i am not like you. living the way you do would kill me. my health and the way you speak about yourself are in total opposition. there is nothing nonbinary in me and my relationship to my sex, i have no connection to a “female identity”, i do not identify with the term “transmasc”, i am a transsexual man plain and simple, and i would never let anything, no matter how horrible, take that from me. it is mine, and mine alone, and no experience outside of me is ever going to change that. i could be rejected by the entire trans community and though it would be frankly excruciating, it would not change who i know myself to be. you cannot relate, and therefor we are not the same. do not continue trying to appeal to me as though we are, you will not find a kindred here.

9. i did not mention you. i mentioned trans rad fems, something known in the trans community, one you are seemingly not apart of in action, as a branch of transfeminism that is reclaiming the second wave in a way that is inclusive of trans women. it trades the act of reducing someone down to their physical sex for reducing someone down to their gender, and just as terfs view trans women as “evil men” and trans men as “lost women”, trans rad fems view trans men as “evil men” and trans women as “lost women”, and in the end, as always, everyone who doesn’t agree with them, trans men and women alike, end up hurt. if you have a coin that is radical feminism, trfs are on one side, and terfs are on the other. absolutely no one was talking about self identified “trans identified females”, but you sure did confidently misunderstand that. 

10. “you all did that” hello! you are speaking to a stranger right now! i have never harassed another person before! i actually am in mad passionate love with the block button and use it religiously, note on that don’t be surprised if you end up blocked down the line, i’ll give enough time to make sure you are able to see this and read as much as you do or don’t want but past that i most likely will just want to toss your account back out into the sea of millions of people and move on. i have a very low threshold for radical feminism. specifically because i know it too well, and no longer have anything new to learn about it, and with nothing to gain, and only my time to lose, well. best to avoid it where i can. 

11. very interesting here to be called reactionary when it seems like your entire philosophy is based on a reaction. it sounds like you knew who you were, and then ended up in a very bad corner of the internet, got severely hurt, and it caused you to run into the arms of people who care about you as a woman, and you conceded as far as allowing yourself to be referred to as a, again, trans identified female. that is, definitionally reactionary. 

12. i simply aim to encourage my community to stray from infighting, and spread an overall message of steadfastness in our ethics so we can all fight for a common goal, which is gender liberation for everyone. which requires people who hate some of the identities under the trans umbrella to be blocked out. blocking is a nonviolent action that helps us keep focus on the greater common goal when voices enter the space with direct intent to cause pecking order behavior. it is not reactionary, through experience and hard lessons i have found it to be wise.

13. and lastly dude, i fucking love trans women who love and respect trans men, they are my comrades, they are beautiful and fucking precious to me, and i would not trade the stunning kind of love and care i have seen them bring over and over again in a million years, for people who care about me just because i was born with a pussy. dear god it sounds so miserable, i’d be missing out on the coolest people, that i don’t have to sacrifice any part of myself to be accepted by, what hell that would be. good god okay, waow, every single interaction i have with a radical feminist, trans exclusionary or not, continues to be ridiculously unpleasant. that’s me done now. off to contemplate how i'm spending my time lately skjhdkd

also perhaps most importantly dude, stop arguing with a child in my notifications, it's weird as shit. they're a kid and you're an adult fucking act like it please.

uvb76fan is posting in this tag talking about all the ways trans men have it “worse”, while misrepresenting the statistic she is citing. most likely banking on no one looking closer or reading the links.

this person is a terf. if you search trans on her blog it is immediately clear, i am not using terf loosely she is literally actually a terf.

we cannot let our weariness at not being heard by some of our community push us into the sick and malformed arms of transmisogyny and radical feminism, these people do not care about us at all, they are trying to harm every single one of us. our solidarity with trans women, men and people as whole should cause us to slam hard on the breaks. no matter how many trans women you see being antitransmasculine it does not mean that there are not so many more who are our genuine allies, do not let the algorithm pushing hateful person after hateful person your way skew your understandings. the transphobes want dissent, they want us to tear each other apart. we do not need to contribute to the harm to have ours lessened. (causing harm to a vulnerable minority is never morally correct no matter what got you there in the first place. also straight up trans women are easy to love and are inherently deeply deserving of community solidarity, and fascism (which terfs are) should not have any appeal whatsoever no matter how hurt you are but i digress.)

on another note: we cannot and must not reactively take on the mentalities of trans rad fems, no gender in the trans community needs to be the most oppressed to be taken seriously and given respect in our community, the equality in our suffering is immense and must be acknowledged without each group needing to prove we are the most victimized to get the care and community support we need. this is harmful no matter who is doing it. we absolutely must nip this kind of thinking in the bud.

push back on terfs in this tag everywhere you can, and if there is a reason you cannot comment or reblog to shut them down, block them on sight.

[novelconcepts]

Y’all. Y’all.

[radio-writes]

I'll go with:

"You win"

"Why should I stay?"

"And what will you do? Run from me?"

It Seems the Devil and I Walked Hand in Hand

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Forced cannibalism, gore, murder, stockholm syndrome

Tags: Alastor x reader, GN reader, yandare, reader goes insane, dead dove do not eat

MDNI

A humid breeze blew through your hair, the putrid stench of Hell carried with it. Somewhere in the distance, something—whatever it may be this time—exploded, prompting usual screams of terror.

But your heart fluttered, eyes fixated on your friend next to you. You sat side by side with them, on a random hilltop the two of you stumbled upon. It was quiet, but barely out of the chaos of the main pentagram. 

"What? What is it?" They laughed as they finally called you out on your staring.

You almost swooned as their warm brown eyes met yours. "You just have the prettiest set of eyes in all of Hell, that's all."

You had been so proud of that. So happy about how smooth you were at the delivery. Giddy about the blush that crept onto your friend's face.

The same warm brown eyes—Hell's prettiest, as Alastor so kindly reminded you—stared back at you now. 

Unseeing.

Without its owner's head anywhere near.

On a plate placed before you.

Your blood felt like ice as you hung your head low. Unable to think. Unable to feel. Unable to breathe, maybe, you weren't really sure anymore.

"Afraid I might have gotten carried away, dear. I was absolutely starving since you stood me up on our lunch meeting." Alastor's tone was as bright and cheerful as it always was—you could almost argue that it was even happier now. "Of course, I did save you their eyes. I knew how much you just loved them."

He continued on, sighing and swooning about this and that. How it had been a while since he had such a satisfying meal. How it was all thanks to you for leading him to it. How he can't wait to meet more of your friends—if you ever managed to make any after the show he put on for you.

But you sat still, mind unable to comprehend what actually sat in front of you. Alastor might as well have been talking from three rooms away for all you heard from him. His voice almost sounding like it came from underwater, barely able to pierce through the fog in your head.

It was only when the demon who sat across from you stabbed a fork through an eyeball on your plate, did your senses come back. Like a flipped switch, you could hear well again, in time to hear the disgusting squish of the organ, blood and fluids spilling as it was stabbed.

"Don't let it go cold now, my dear. I went through so much trouble to get them intact and still warm for you." Alastor smiled as he sat across you.

One of his elbows rested on the table, hand cradling his cheek as you met his gaze. The gleeful, cold red eyes sickened you much more than the gore he held up. He raised the fork to you. Your friend's eye at the end of it. "Say Aaah~"

You pressed your lips together. Whether to resist the cruel torture, or to keep the bile from coming out, you were unsure. 

Like a stubborn child, you shook your head, arms pushing against the table to get up from your seat. Alastor was behind you in seconds, dissolving and rematerializing through shadows faster than you could blink.

"Nuh uh, dearest. We don't waste good food in this Hotel. What would the papers say if they find out we throw away such scarce resource?" He pressed his body against the back of your chair, securing you back at the table with an easy push.

He leaned over your shoulder, long arms reached around you. You stared as his clawed hands planted themselves on the table in front of you, caging you in, framing that horrid plate.

You felt his breath by your ear, that horribly familiar static prickled your skin, before you heard him speak. "You know, I'm starting to think you like how your friends taste."

You swallowed against your dry throat, eyes wide. Every breath you took was shallow as you tried to shake your head only to be met with a mocking laugh.

"No? Come now, why lie, my dear? It's only us here." Alastor leaned closer over you. The heat of his body inescapable. "This is the third friend this month. Even a child would have learned by now." 

"I'm all you need, darling. Everyone else is just cattle." His voice distorted as he spoke, a threat, a promise, you knew from experience that he'd deliver on.

Faintly you could feel the weight of metal around your neck. It wasn't physically there, no. After all, it's been a while since you've given him a reason to summon that chain. But it never really ever felt absent, specially at times like this.

You sighed in resignation, and braced yourself for that familiar horrible taste. Your hands clenched into fists on your lap—a sight that delighted the demon behind you.

"You win." You said softly. Numbly, you parted your lips, mind wandering away as you let Alastor slide the fork into your slack mouth. You ignored what it was you were chewing, letting your body function through the motions as you fought to keep your thoughts else were. 

You felt a large hand pat your head, bringing you back to the present in time to hear Alastor's praise. "What a good pet you make, my dear."

The plate before you was empty now, Alastor's looming figure having retreated away from your shaking one, back in his seat in front of you.

The horrible rotten taste still lingered in your mouth, but you didn't bother to ask for something to wash it away. You simply stood up, ready to run to your room and force yourself to throw up—again.

"Hm? Running from me now, are we?" Alastor's brows raised as he watched you. "Not that you can, I own you, after all." 

You suspected his words were less of a reminder for you, and more on just him loving to say them.

"And why should I stay?" Your words seemed argumentative, but your tone and the hunch of your shoulders were anything but. "I've already finished my punishment."

"I would say it was more of a treat, really. You have no idea how much I wanted to eat those." He laughed, not really minding that you just stared back blankly at him.

"Besides, you've yet to pay me back for leaving me waiting at Rosie's. So come, sit." An invitation to most, an order to you.

So sat you did. You ignored the smudges of blood on the plate still in front of you. You ignored the bitter taste the that lingered in your mouth. You ignored the growing numbness spreading from your chest to the rest of your limbs.

You ignored yourself.

Mindlessly, you nodded along to whatever gossip Alastor had, almost immediately, began sharing with you.

Alastor's hold on you had tightened in the past few months. Not only had he pulled you away from the people at the hotel—you were apparently terribly ill, contagious, but fine under his care—but he had also confiscated your phone and TV.

The window in your room was also simply magicked away. He didn't want you getting any funny ideas of leaving him again, after all.

At first you were fine with it. You had a few books in your room, anyway. But after the first two weeks, you've already finished most of them.

Still, they kept you entertained for a little longer after that; you didn't really mind rereading them—for the fourth time, you think.

But then you had that fight with Alastor. You had asked for your phone back, desperate to know what was going on outside your room. Desperate to listen to your music. Desperate to hear another voice aside from your own.

Alastor merely waved off your concern. He let you keep his radio after all. You could simply listen to him. He talked about current events, and played music, and broadcasted all sorts of screams voices. You didn't need anything else.

He didn't quite take it nicely when you had spat that it wasn't enough.

In the fray that followed, your books were lost. Torn to shreds in seconds.

But no matter, you had thought. You still had some paper, a pencil, some paint. While you weren't the best artist around, you doodled the hours away, anyway. Coloring, sketching, filling out every plain, empty gap on the papers you had.

You were quickly running out of material, though. You'd repeatedly ask Alastor to get you more paper, another pencil, even an eraser, every time he came by. But all he kept saying was that he forgot to fetch some, and that he will surely do so next time.

You were always disappointed, but knew better than to start another fight. You didn't want to risk destroying what little paint you had left, after all.

You had began to doodle on your walls. Counting the little details on the wallpaper, even each and crack along your way. You had drawn everything you ever knew existed; from characters you used to liked when you were alive to a freaking sock on the floor. 

The friends he made you eat.

Hastily covered with a drawing of a deer.

By his next visit, Alastor was appalled by the state of your room. He didn't quite appreciate your vandalism. He promptly snapped his fingers and the walls were replaced. Your drawings gone, the wallpaper gone, even the cracks were gone. It was now just a smooth red surface. 

He had taken away the paint, not that there was much left at that point. You thought it was fair anyway, considering you did draw on the walls like an irresponsible child.

You tried cleaning too, just to keep your mind going, your body moving. But no, no, no. Alastor couldn't have his dear friend, and a valued hotel guest, doing such menial labor. 

He easily cleaned the room for you, not a speck of dust left. Barely any furniture left too—he had found them tacky, apparently.

At that point all you had to look forward to were Alastor's visits. Constant, they were. He insisted he brought you your food personally, of course.

You had been suspicious about what he was feeding you, even once outright questioning what you were eating.

He had laughed. "Unless you made any new friends from this room, I can assure you, you aren't eating any sinners, my dear."

You weren't sure how much his assurance was worth, but food was one of the only two things you actually had here. You didn't feel like giving that up, too.

You hated him. Hated him for keeping you here. Hated him for ignoring all your pleas to be let out.

You hated him, but still found yourself jumping from your bed as soon as you heard the door handle rattle. 

You hated him, but him coming to visit meant you had something to do.

The radio by your bed, and Alastor's frequent visits were all you had left.

The isolation was driving you insane, broken only whenever Alastor wanted to.

Alastor was driving you insane, but without him you were completely isolated.

Your sanity felt like a candle burning at both ends, melting far too fast for you to keep it together. You didn't know anymore which torture you preferred. Alastor's presence or absence?

At least, that was a few weeks back.

Because it wasn't like you needed to choose now.

Your food had been appearing on your side table every meal time, instead of coming in carried by the familiar demon.

The radio beside you had been silent for a long while now. Not one terrified scream, not one jazzy tune, not even empty static. 

And of course, Alastor himself hadn't come in to see you in weeks.

You think it's been weeks, at least. He took the clock with him last time he cleaned.

No, there was no need to pick your poison anymore. Alastor had chosen for you.

At first, you had been bitter. How dare he ignore you—or did he forget about you? God, no, he wouldn't. Right? —how dare he not even check in to see if you were even still alive.

How dare he not visit.

And then, you were worried. It was one thing for him not to pop in on you, another thing entirely to miss his shows. He'd never miss an opportunity to broadcast fear over Pride Ring, but your radio had been quiet this whole time. What was keeping him, then? Was he hurt? Was he okay?

Then, and you think it was the worst of them all, you started to miss him. From the moment you woke from restless slumber, your eyes fixated on the door handle, begging it to turn. Your chest ached, praying to hear his silly staticy voice again, even if it was just senseless gossip.

You felt like screaming, begging, pounding on the door for him to visit you. But you knew he wouldn't like that. No, if the others in the hotel found out, Alastor would likely never visit you ever again. 

So you kept to your bed. Your days spent glaring down at the door in desperation, switching only to the radio to do the same, for hours on end. Every little shift you made, the sheets moving under you, felt so deafeningly loud in the empty room.

It was almost maddening.

"My dear, I have a task for you." Alastor's cheery voice spoke up by your ear.

Your eyes snapped open, greeted by the sight of the demon leaning over your head.

"Nothing too difficult, just a little grocery shopping." He continued on as if he hadn't left you to rot.

You didn't care, nor did you register what his words meant. No, the first thing your body jumped to, your mind went to, was that Alastor was here.

"Al!" The glee in your voice unrestricted as you pushed your sheets away and threw your arms around him. The relief, the absolute refreshment, of feeling another warm body against you again was almost heavenly.

A soft hand patted at your shoulder as he awkwardly stayed there. "Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart." He laughed.

You sat up, eyes wide as you leaned away and took him in. Unmistakably, a very welcomed sight.

He told you about the chore he needed done, truly very simple. Just a literal grocery list. But you held onto every word, every charming staticy syllable falling from his lips as if he was preaching your religion. 

You were determined to memorize it all, not just to complete the task but to simply engrave his voice in your head.

You were so thankful to finally hear something other than your creaky bed. To finally be having a conversation again. To feel human.

It hadn't even click for you that you will finally be heading out.

You were quick in getting the task done, determined to get back to Alastor as fast as you could.

You hadn't notice how your skin thawed in the outside heat compared to the icy room you've been locked in. You hadn't paid mind to everyone's greetings around you. You didn't care for all the flashing lights, and tasty smells, and loud music and laughter and screams around you as finished you little assignment.

You wanted to get things done so you could be by the familiar demon again. His presence almost felt like a drug you've been deprived off for so long, that it physically irked you to be away.

And that's how it was from then on.

You were given a new room at the hotel. Alastor had replaced all the books he destroyed because he just felt so guilty. He had also finally remembered to buy you all those papers and art supplies you asked him to get you. And he had even returned your phone and television to you.

Not that you cared for any of those. You've spent most of your time in Alastor's room anyway, unable to stand a second without hearing his voice. 

You'd cling onto every word he'd say, attentive, obsessed.

Your eye would twitch every time he'd mention someone, anyone. Part of you irritated that he had spent time with someone else other than you. Even more so that he cared enough to remember their name. To say their name.

Soon you not only clung onto his words, but onto him as well. Unable to stand that others spent time with him when you could not. You'd miss meals, miss sleep, drop whatever you were doing to follow him wherever he went. To stay by Alastor's side. 

When he forbade you from doing so, you would follow in secret, or have your own little ways to spy on him. To know what he was doing.

The few times you were away from your owner's side, you could be found standing over a dead sinner. Maybe someone who touched him, maybe someone he mentioned, maybe someone who simply glanced at him for far too long for your liking. Regardless, they were all equally deserving of death in your eyes. How dare they.

Alastor knew of these, of course. And while he was quickly growing suffocated by your constant overbearing presence, he hadn't really bothered to say much.

He still preferred this—this grotesque reflection of his own affections for you—over your defiant little attitude before.

His last straw, however, was now. When you stood over yet another sinner. The light gone from their eyes as you still, repeatedly, shot at their corpse.

The green chain appeared in his clenched fist for the first time in a long while. The collar snapped shut around your neck, but you hadn't even noticed until he gave it a harsh yank.

You were pulled to the side, stumbling over the body by your feet. You looked up, confused, to see Alastor snarling down at you.

"I needed him alive, dear." He said, his annoyance barely kept under control.

"He touched you." You merely replied, as if it was the worst offense, worst sin, in Hell.

"Because we were making a deal, you stupid pest!" Alastor hissed through his teeth, but you merely blinked at him as if you didn't see his point still.

You stood up straighter, keeping your eyes on him. Always on him.

He was so beautiful, so perfect. Everything you needed.

Why had you ever wanted to find anyone more?

"But he still held your hand."

"I'll touch who I want to touch. Do not forget who holds the leash here." His eyes narrowed, chain pulling taught between you.

You smiled at him, loving the way his voice sounded when he was getting angry. It rarely happened now considering how good you were for him, but oh, did it sound like music to you.

Your hands lifted to softly run your hands through the chain by your neck. "You do, of course. I don't question that."

"I need you, Al." You added, soft, almost loving expression on your face as your adored his furious red eyes. "And while I can't force you to stay with me, alone. I can simply just get rid of everyone else. I can be your only one, if I'm the only one left."

"So you've finally flew off the handle, dearest?" His question seemed genuine, not at all in jest.

But you laughed anyway, as if it was the funniest thing ever. "And what if I have?" You grinned at him. "What will you do? Run from me?"

Your fingers gripped the chain suddenly, yanking yourself forward, closer to him. You feel his pull against the chain as well, not to bring you close but simply to keep hold of it. To keep hold of his control over you.

Your eyes lowered, admiring him from up close now. The flicker of uncertainty in his eyes was new, and you couldn't wait to see more new things from him now that you're so devastatingly devoted to him.

"You own me, remember? I'm here forever."

[combinationofstardust]

not to be dramatic but if i were andrew i would have "thank you, you were amazing" tattooed on me where neil could find it

[sashthesloth]

Veilguard is downloading... I'm sorry about who I'm going to be in (checks steam download queue) 2 hours.

[stonedstargazer666]

Another fabulous video from my friend Veil on X of our Godking II drinking they truly got the holy grail of II content I think heheh

@inv3ga check it

[cartooname]

It's been a while since I've made some colored ship art of these two.

Tried using Ibis paint again after 2-3 years on PC.

She has tears in her eyes cause she's just so obsessed with him. Nothing new really-

[jesuis-assez]

Popping in with another #Chenford Chat! We know The Rookie likes to throw in little winks or callbacks to previous episodes. What do you most hope to see a parallel to at some point?? 👀

Brace yourself, reader. I'm going in-depth with this one.

And then going off topic to eventually come back around to the question 🤭 Talking points outside of the question are: the different dynamics they've had + doors.

Trigger warning: Partial mention of 6x06 break-up + gifs (for those of you who are still traumatized 🤣) or still affected by it, as a result of personal circumstances (which I understand whole-heartedly)

1. I would like to see a callback to Day of Death ft. the necklace Tim gave Lucy.

But, I'm not going to hold my breath for it 🤣If they were to ever do anything similar to that… I'd be over the moon. If it does happen... The legend was foretold in this post. Apart from the aftermath of it in episodes: 2x12, 2x14, 2x17 and 4x17 .. we barely acknowledge its existence.

We get small glimpses of it every time Lucy touches the tattoo (Tim's words echoing on her fingertips as she lingers over the writing) and I clock it every time she does it. ESPECIALLY when she does it around Tim, or when it's about Tim. The person who helped her view that tattoo\traumatic experience differently. He is the reason she kept the tattoo. D.O.D was such a significant episode and I probably won't ever stop eluding to that.

I've said this before somewhere on a post (I think) that @thesassywitchofthenortheast made some time ago. I'd link it in a cute (x) but I can't find it 🙃 It'd be a nice way of them finding their way back to each other.

The necklace instead of the ring this time to lead Tim to Lucy.

It feels like it's something you're more likely to see in a fanfic (That I would probably propel myself to write, for I have grown tired of them wrapping that storyline up and never mentioning it again, when there is so much more they could

tell or do with it.) Especially with everything they've been through and how different their dynamic is now. I don't think it met its conclusion yet. Not if Lucy keeps touching that tattoo. But, who knows? fanfics have come to life before. Maybe I can manifest this into existence, too 👀🤭

The end of 6x10 also has SO MUCH potential, though. The feeling of it bringing their story full circle with Lucy being the one with her walls up and Tim having the role of lowering the walls by returning her kindness. * Fingers crossed * that they really deliver this new beginning. 'Cause that would be one mighty callback.

As exciting as it was when they eventually got together in 5x10 and we got to see them as a couple and watch that unfold. Watch that transition of them growing into romantic territory. I feel like this could be everything that journey wasn't.

'Cause don't get me wrong... The moments that we got? I'm happy about. I really am. I'm not at all ungrateful. We just missed a shit ton of their relationship. Almost like it got glossed over. Like, what do you mean we didn't get to see Tim's reaction to her having kept the D.O.D tattoo?

Picture Tim's small doses of kindness that Lucy allows + mutual pining + what their relationship could look like with them coming home to each other. What that reunion could look like after those moments of kindness and mending. Because Tim isn't expecting any of that to happen. That's not possible in his mind, he ruined that. But, he's still hoping for a second chance to mend what he broke.

That chance to really show her how much he appreciated that beacon of light she gave him in some not so bright moments in his life. Because she was at the centre of so many of those right from the beginning of their journey. From the moment they met and were Rookie\T.O to each other, she was in the midst of his past issues. She saw him through those. My mind has now made the leap to 6x06 - the break up. Lucy being at the centre of something from Tim's past again and Tim trying to keep her away from it. That's a whole other topic, though. I won't talk about it here 🤣

There wasn't much of a build-up in terms of the pining arc. It was just 4x22 - 5x08 They just danced around it. Perhaps, it seemed as though it didn't need to be drawn out? If that's the case.... Well, I would've liked it to be drawn out a little more or at least more of it being explored in those episodes during that arc. But, I wouldn't trade those moments we did get, for anything.

If we take into account the different dynamics they've had + all the tropes... You can see their journey. How far they've come. You're able to see a build up there.

( Which is where I am kinda going with this )

Rookie\ T.O [ & them becoming friends through-out that ]

That shot of them looking at each other in 1x01? Ooh. It has that feeling of something about to brew from this. Something beyond their understanding. They have no idea of what's to come from this, of how important the other person is going to be to them. How this will grow into something so beautifully tangible. And that jaw clench from Tim... Even that has growth 🤣

Friends (during the aforementioned above)

The romantic feelings gradually stirring up within them through-out and otherwise being unaware of due to many factors. i.e Tim's suppression (king of suppression) and not being in the place (given what their relationship was) to weigh-out the gravity of those feelings and how deep they are. And unless therapy helped with that, I'm willing to wager that he could still be in that state of mind to some extent.

In terms of when those feelings started to shift, it definitely already had evolved by the end of their dynamic as Rookie\T.O

That barrier between them coming down , despite those feelings having evolved while the barrier was present. Those feelings existed, while she was his rookie. And I don't know if he acknowledged it or is aware of that much, hence my use of the "Unless therapy helped with that, he may still be in that state of mind to some extent" Or if he even allowed himself to accept that. And I don't know whether the show will ever make that known or if it'll just be left to interpretation, that's how I interpreted it, at least.

[x] <- I made a gif-set that focused on this a bit, awhile ago. Shameless plug 🤭

Sergeant\aide

Feelings realisation \ Pining :

Tim did acknowledge and come to accept those feelings rather quickly after the kiss in 4x22. That kiss really opened the door to those feelings that he buried, all that was left was his mind coming to terms with it. The almost kiss in 4x01? the catalyst to opening that door. The spark. Just needed that kiss to open his eyes, for him to completely walk through that door. That door being Lucy's door in 5x01 and the door in his mind that was closed to the idea that there could be something more. It brought all those feelings back up to the surface for him to finally address them, in place of him just having those feelings. Feeling what he does for Lucy and not allowing his mind to determine what he's feeling.

After the kiss, he couldn't just repress the feelings down again, like he had always done, nor could he deny it the way he had after the almost kiss. Now he has that awareness that he felt something from that kiss and that's hard to deny. And it's that same thing he felt, after he comforted her. Only this time... he can't shake it. Even more so, while you're undercover and you're meant to be 'pretending', except it's not pretend and the flood gate has been opened and all your very REAL feelings are pouring out.

He closes the door to those feelings and himself in 4x01 and then walks through the door to Lucy in 5x01.

He gives in to his feelings this time. The way Lucy went to and he didn't give in the way he wanted to.

He stared at the closed door longing to go to her, but didn't give in to that desire, unlike he did with Lucy opening the door to him in 5x01. Just like the story she told of their undercover doppelgangers. He was very intrigued with the " I opened the door for you" answer she gave, too. And he lingers there, because he 'shouldn't' want to come in, but he does. It's written all over his face, how much he wants her, wants to be with her.

5x01 was his mind doing back-flips, trying to connect the dots and wonder where these feelings came from. He was THAT unawakened to these feelings, even when they were emerging during 'day of death' and while she was undercover in 3x14. That same episode he was undressing her with his eyes in her green dress.

He gave in more than once (honorable mention):

That WHOLE episode was them giving into their feelings and feeling them under the guise of this is ' work '

[ Relationship upgrade - Them getting together ]

End of relationship - Exes

New beginning - ???

- [ B a c k - t o - t h e - q u e s t i o n ] -

I don't want them to be put together without building that up, of telling that story (them finding their way back to each other) There's so much history here. And to circle back to all of it? One mighty callback. I want to see Tim mend what is broken through being there for Lucy, the way she was for him at the start of their foundation. I want to see him earn Lucy's trust back. I want to see that unfold. And I'd like for it to be told by calling back all those moments that shaped that beautiful foundation. That friendship.

I.want.to.see.that.journey. You know? 🤣 'Cause it'll look hella dumb and albeit… incredibly disappointing, if they don't show that after ending season 6 on that footnote. I mean, they had small moments of angst before 5x08 came around, but I don't know…I wanted to see more of it. It's what makes them getting back together all the more satisfying. Ideally, It'd be great if they work on their individual issues, as well. Since those issues were affecting their relationship, it wasn't just Tim's issues.

2.) Perhaps Tim is training his assigned rookie… he's getting blasted with reminders of when Lucy was his rookie. Which would be a good way of reminding the audience (Like we could forget the early days) of their foundation. Also showing just how broken it is now. Not just how BROKEN but how IMPORTANT. The contrast of what was and what is now leading to what could be.

And since I talked so much (wasn't anticipating on doing that) about doors. . .

3.) Doors. 🚪🤣 That'd be neat.

Thank you for sending me this ask ^_^! This question was fun to answer. Very thought-provoking. When I first read the question, I only had one thought in mind: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( This has been my go-to response for things lately )

After sitting with the question for some time.. I eventually came to this essay ✌ (Does anyone actually like reading these detailed responses ? 🤣 Be honest. )

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[javierduffy]

went back to comfort zone and ... got stuck there

[dafpork]

dafpork is like a modern day speakeasy to me because everyone comes in like it’s forbidden but since it’s the modern day it’s perfectly normal. Little secret club

LMAO YES!!! THIS IS A REALLY GOOD ANALOGY.. AND SEE IT'S SO FUNNY because i'm like I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FORBIDDEN... i'm such an accidental hypocrite in that regard because i'm like "i want more people to talk about them i want people to be loud and proud it makes me sad to hear that people might have been initially embarrassed to ship them there's so much to love :(((( anyway here's my SHITTY ART of these people i HATE i'm so EMBARRASSED thanks for putting up with me in my SHAME CORNER UGH i'm so EMBARRASSED they're so EMBARRASSING i SUCK they SUCK it all SUCKS" LOL and i do mean it in a joking manner... mostly... but i'm kind of now at the point where i'm like. Okay well you're going to have to put in some more legwork if you want people to talk about them. (but, again, just the fact that people talk about and support them enough is so great! it's so weird and wonderful to me that people are calling it on dafpork on platforms other than this one, people who may not know i exist... it's cool hearing a term you and your friend came up with in a private discord be used, it shows how much growth there HAS been since there really used to be nothing!)

a dafpork speakeasy sounds so cool though oh my god can you imagine Porky and Daffy themed cocktails...............

COME JOIN US AT THE DAFPORK SPEAKEASY. which, you are not supposed to advertise that a speakeasy is a speakeasy. but it's subversive. like Daffy. or something. this is your sign to play pig and duck with us. yes you

[hobbithoes]

having a job where you won’t get fired for not coming in all the time is dangerousss like I just might not go again 😹😹 thank u union !!!!! #bluecollarboy #emopostinginthetagsincoming ⛓️ 🥀

[bra1n-r0tt1ng]

Anybody else forget Art fight was coming up and never finished their character reference sheets??? :,D

Here’s a meme to commemorate the bullshit I’ve gotten myself into!

[the-navistar-carol]

Reading Gideon the Ninth and tumblr was right when it blew up about this last year it was SO RIGHT

Enemies to lovers IS better when it’s gay