#this is sort of aimed at a post i saw just now but i didn't want to say this directly to that person

[snaggletoothedbastard]

i know this is a thing that Literally Everyone says, but some people really do need to stop viewing their personal headcanons as Facts.

[phoenixyfriend]

Remember my post about Anakin pulling a Mike Murdock? Yeah, no, I have a full on AU concept now (with contributions by @threebea! indented)!

He lies so hard about having a brother that the universe invents a twin from scratch for him. It happens when Anakin is like twelve.

Anakin was just committing to the bit on a mission because he was bored.

The Force was also bored.

Oh no Anakin force manifests a sibling Obi-Wan: …That's not how the Force works. Anakin: You tell the Force that. Obi-Wan: Well, I suppose this would be your half-brother since the Force is your shared parent. Obi-Wan after the initial shock: This might as well happen.

New brother is better at some things and worse at others, as any person is. Anakin is, naturally, a fucking mess about all that, worries he'll be replaced, etc.

Obi-Wan just brings this to the Council and nobody can DENY this Skywalker from the Jedi after they already took the first one. So. Mace volunteers.

This Skywalker is a bit more Force than Anakin, got glowing eyes and visions and the Animal Communion buff. But is worse at flying, worse at tech, and unfathomably worse at people. Which is a FEAT, since Anakin's not too hot at social skills in the first place.

Mace has his hands full in many ways, including "keep this child from walking face first into the wall."

Obi-Wan: We are not calling him Anagain.

Anakin had many mixed feelings but! If he's going to have family then he's going to commit!

The other option is that the brother is younger by enough that the Older Brother instincts kick in, but I think the one-sided twin rivalry is funnier.

Anakin: I'm a big brother now. Anagain: I think we're supposed to be twins. Anakin: I have more worldly experience. Anagain: I'm taller. Anakin: wut Anagain: alpha twin alpha twin (that's his nickname until you come up with actual name lol) Obi-Wan: Well, I'm taller than both of you, and while that is the case you both need to listen to me. Anagain: (flash of foresight) So, not for long Obi-Wan: What? Anagain: Nothing. Mace: (the Shatterpoints are blinding) Yeah, I'll be taking this one. More seriously tho, Anakin definitely torn between what if everyone likes him better he's born from the force what if he's the chosen one what if and also: I have a brother I have family I need to take care of him. Probably some fun twin force bond too. Oh man Sheev after digesting all of that would definitely try to get some jealousy going.

Anakin talks about the new brother with terms like Freshly Hatched and Innocent Baby and it's mostly a joke except that now HE thinks Palps is a creep when it's aimed at Not Him.

Palpatine: When do I get to meet him? Anakin: [absolutely not] Mace won't let him [Yeah that'll work] Mace: Yeah, absolutely not, he didn't help save Naboo there's no reason for my Padawan to have a relationship with the Supreme Chancellor

I've decided to call the brother Aion (EY-yon). I like the whole thing about Anakin's name being based on Ananke, even if it's a disputed thing, so I go for Greek myth when doing alt names for siblings.

Mace still bitter about having to let Palps get time with Anakin not about to do the same if he can help it. Although that comic takes place later eh (handwaves) still The Jedi might try to be hush hush about where aion came from anyway since he would fall directly under Jedi business

Help I'm imagining Mace and Obi-Wan on a walk and the twins are on child leashes. Anakin because ADHD will have him trying to run off to look at something. And Aion because he's going to be so distracted by visions that he will walk into traffic.

"Can we send a letter to mom so she knows he exists?" The other thought was ANAKIN holding the child leash for Aion, and then Obi-Wan or Mace holding the one for Anakin. Lil chain.

Aion: Hey… I know I've only existed for a few months, and yes my memories of before are sort of built by the Force, but I'm pretty sure the Supreme Chancellor is evil. Mace: You saw that in a vision? Aion: No, he's just super creepy. Bad vibes.

Obi-Wan: Of course he's evil, he's a career politician. Anakin: What about your friend from Alderaan? Obi-Wan: That's different.

One of these boys is constantly zoning out. The other is smiling, but the smile contains murder.

They're both adhd but with wildly different sides of it.

EXACTLY

Also.

Aion: [silent, a bit upset but mostly chill] Anakin, holding his hand: He asked for no pickles!

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Kill a Dragon, Rez a Falin

I just like when they're friends like this :)

This, too, is taken from another post, but truly this dynamic is sooo funny of

Chilchuck: I am not a fighter!

Chilchuck, any time he has any sort of ranged weapon: [aims with pinpoint accuracy]

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This is just literally that moment in every Miraculous Ladybug episode where everything goes gray and the things Marinette is about to use for a Plan "light up" one by one in red with black spots. Please someone draw fanart of this. And maybe an entire Miraculous Ladybug AU. Yes I think Kabru would have to be Chat Noir - in terms of deuteragonist-ness is SHOULD be Marcille, but she and Laios just doesn't have enough of a bizarre push and pull Dynamic. We need real character foils to pull off that relationship square.

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Raw fucking dialogue.

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THE PERIODIC ADS ON THIS SITE FOR PRINTING OR CLOTHING OR SHOES REALLY ADD TO THE EXPERIENCE.

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Agh agh agh, looking at this, thinking about Namari's explanation of how much body mass you can lose before resurrection gets harder...

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Carving this tunnel into the dragon and physically walking in emphasizes how big it was much more than anything we saw while it was alive, and it's sooo cool.

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This ad was a great millisecond of cliffhanger, unironically.

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These opening pages of the next chapter are so devastating. After all the movement of the fight, this simple layout and minimal dialogue make the grief and horror and just emptiness, emptiness where Falin should be, where hope for Falin should be, ring like a low and broken bell. Driven in just a little deeper by Laios admitting he doesn't know a monsters fact (warg bones vs human bones) - there is helplessness, too. He's just doing the only thing he can, which is so little, in all this terrible caesura.

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And then this! Marcille and Laois don't have the messy meatiness of relationship to carry and Miraculous Ladybug love square, but they are JOINTLY the parallel to the Mad Mage, and that's fascinating. They're on the same page here: Laios's "No" isn't just the denial of grief, it's a flat "That's not what we'll do." This is Laios - of course he's already thinking about how the red dragon is perfectly functional meat. As is Marcille, at last 100% in-step with him re: monsters = meat, here in the final steps to save Falin. With magic and drive and an absolute determination to save Falin, they're going to walk hand in hand into the darkness, and if something in their devours them (or their party, or the surface world...) - well, it'll have to beat them first, because throughout this world it's eat or be eaten, and those who want it most, win.

(And it IS fascinating that they do this while, so far as I've seen, basically remaining at the relationship tier of "good friends/in-laws." This isn't Found Family, it's Found Really Good Co-Workers; and I LOVE that.)

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THE PARALLEL COMPOSITION AND DIALOGUE TO THE ABOVE SCREENSHOT WHEN LAIOS WENT TO KILL THE DRAGON THOUGH!! I'M FERAL!!!

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Obsessed with the decision to frame this as a monster meal.

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Blood! In! Hair! Blood! In! Hair! Man, when I saw that post saying this wished this show was in the show, I vaguely assumed her hair had gotten messed up in the fight but she didn't bother to fix it for the ritual; but in fact her hair was braided literally 1 panel ago - she undid that and DELIBERATELY (or at least uncaringly) ran her bloody hand through it.

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YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS AS COOL AS THIS PANEL! Oh fuck yeah, eyes went white. That's when you know the magic is awesome.

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HUNGER AND EATING AS A SIGN, SYMPTOM, STIPULATION AND SYNECDOCHE OF BEING ALIVE!!!

Alas, but with good okay slightly postponed and belated timing I must now go to bed.

[elfwreck]

Hello!

I'm not sure if this is a bit odd to ask, but I saw your post about living in rural arkansas as a teen- and the note at the end about gun rights, and how rifles are different than handguns in that legislation and all-

do you have any sources you could link so I can look into that more? I live in rural Kentucky so hunting is very ingrained into just how me and my family and our neighbors live. (also a poor county- I didn't actually know other cities had kids pay for their lunch because I was so used to everyone in my county getting a free lunch- it seems like such a basic thing).

I've never heard anyone mention not banning hunting rifles when they talk about banning guns-

The gun bans being asked for are assault rifles and semi-automatic pistols. Rapid-fire guns intended for military use against multiple human targets - not hunting rifles at all, and not the kinds of pistols that are good for self-defense. (...Not that pistols are good for self-defense in general. Shotguns are good for self-defense. Nobody's trying to ban shotguns.)

The NRA is invested in convincing hunting-rifle owners and pistol owners that the various proposed weapons bans are aimed at them, and not at the tiny number of people who want the ability to shoot up a whole bar or classroom in under a minute.

The NRA has also fought hard against any kind of gun safety requirements.

Bill from last year to ban/restrict assault rifles:

https://www.congress.gov/bill/118th-congress/senate-bill/25/text

The gun safety bill Biden recently signed:

Doesn't ban any weapons. Puts restrictions on who can get weapons - people convicted of most types of domestic partner violence will not be allowed to buy guns. It makes it harder for people under 21 to buy guns. It closes some loopholes about selling guns, so sellers will need to be registered and licensed. Sets up new funding for gun crisis intervention.

Doesn't do anything to restrict hunting, other than possibly adding to the bureaucracy for people under 21 getting new guns.

Most people in urban areas are oblivious to hunting as a Real Thing that People Actually Do For Good Reasons, rather than a kind of cruel sporting event. They are vaguely aware that hunting rifles are not assault rifles, are not semi-automatics, but only as an abstract concept. Might or might not be able to tell a hunting rifle apart from a semi-automatic if they saw them. (I am not sure I could; I am very much not a gun person.) (I have shot one gun, once in my life. It was loud and hurt my hand and I had no interest in doing it again.)

I don't know how much I think we need to ban or restrict certain weapons. I am absolutely certain we need to keep certain weapons out of the hands of certain people, because the current system of "I guess 10-year-olds should all get training on what to do if some teacher's ex-boyfriend decides to shoot up the school" is ridiculous.

Given how hard it is to identify the "certain people" who should damn well NOT have access to automatic weapons, I'm okay with "it gets harder for anyone to get them," because I don't see how heavy assault rifles are a "but I neeeeed it this weekend!" kind of thing. (Not sure I see that hunting rifles are a "need it now" kind of thing, either; seems like those are a hefty enough purchase that the buyer should be doing some planning in advance. So filing for it like you would for car registration - another expensive piece of tech that kills people if you use it wrong - shouldn't be too big a burden.)

The idiots who include hunting rifles in their talk about banning guns - I won't say there aren't any; all sorts of politics gets plenty of idiots - have no idea how those guns actually get used. And the people writing actual policies and trying to get the laws changed are not those idiots.

The "ban guns" movement has two main parts:

Remove general access to guns that can kill a dozen people in under a minute, and

Remove gun access from specific people who have a history of getting angry and violent, especially those who have a history of shooting other people when they're angry and violent.

Side note: Some of us want that second point to include cops. That faction is getting nowhere.

None of it is trying to remove access to hunting rifles or reduce the amount of hunting in places that need it. (Basically, all of the South; I am near San Francisco and nobody anywhere near me "needs" to hunt; I don't care what they do with hunting rights in the greater SF Bay Area).

The focus is on preventing gun violence, not preventing gun use. And that means restricting access to guns that have no purpose other than anti-human violence, and restricting access to all guns from people who are likely to use them as weapons instead of tools.

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 2

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some Cooper dad fluff because why not ♡

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse and (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 3 | Final part

2296

The harsh sun was setting now which meant he needed to find somewhere to settle in for the night. The rickety second floor of one of these buildings would be the best option so he'd have a good vantage point if something were to happen.

As he searched for the right building he began to hear muffled screaming coming from further in the crumbled town. At first, he couldn't give a rat's ass, but he needed to know if it was a big enough threat for him to keep moving.

It didn't take long for gunshots to begin ringing out through the ruins, but they were only from 3 separate guns...then 2...then 1.

As he reached the area where the shots were coming from, the sounds of a pissed off Yao Guai became apparent, and there was one singular person left to fight it off but she looked like she was badly injured.

"You son of a bitch!!" She yelled when her gun jammed and the wounded beast readied itself for another charge.

As it lunged at her one more time a shotgun shell slammed into the side of it's head and it went down, a pink mist left in the air for a moment as the rest of it's brains splattered to the ground.

The woman turned to where the shot came from to see Cooper walking casually towards her, unable to see his face very well in the dark. She pointed her now un-jammed rifle at him just in case.

"Those things'll kill ya." He quipped.

"Yeah, no shit." She replied, wincing at the pain from a gash on her side.

He cocked his head a little. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Why don't you put down that gun so I can cut myself some bear hide and be on my way?"

She scoffed. "So you can shoot me in the face and steal all my shit? No thanks cowboy."

That was it, the confirmation he didn't think he'd get.

"Irene?" He said.

The woman paused briefly, then aimed her gun properly. "How do you know my name?"

He stepped a little closer so that the light from the lantern on the ground could illuminate his face.

It took her a moment but she recognised his eyes and immediately lowered her weapon.

"Cooper?"

2077

A scream woke Cooper up in the middle of the night and he instinctively got up and ran to his daughter's room.

"Daddy!" Janey cried when she saw him.

He came over and hugged her tightly. "Hey, hey, it's ok, it was just a dream, you're ok."

She cried into him for a moment before spluttering "Why don't you and mommy love each other anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He had no idea what to say and it hurt so much hearing her say that.

"It's not that we don't love each other honey, it's just..." He tried desperately to search for the right words. "Well...your mom and I just disagree on somethin' really important and we tried to figure it out but it was too hard."

"What did you disagree on?"

"Well...that's grown up stuff baby girl."

She sulked quietly, putting her head back on his chest.

"We still love you very very much, that hasn't changed at all."

"Is it my fault?" She asked and his heart broke.

"No baby girl, no, not at all. None of this is your fault."

"I know I haven't been doing my homework, and I don't always feed Roosevelt when I'm told and-"

He cut her off, kneeling beside the bed so he could look her in the eyes. "Janey," he held her hands. "None of this is your fault. Your mother and I loved you since the day we found out we were gonna have you. And when you were born, we looked at you and we just cried and cried.

I have never been prouder or happier than I was in that moment. And you know what? That hasn't changed a bit, not even a little."

Janey smiled, her face still wet with leftover tears.

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yes." Cooper chuckled, scooping her up and hugging her again and she giggled. "Now, how about a hot chocolate, with double marshmallows?"

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

She hugged him as he carried her downstairs. "I love you daddy." She said.

His chest burst with warmth and happiness and he smiled. "I love you too sweetheart."

The next morning, Janey was watching cartoons on the TV while eating her breakfast and Cooper sipped greatfully at his cup of hot coffee, having not gotten much sleep.

He smiled as he heard his daughter giggle at the TV, her mouth full of cereal, and sat down at the dining table with his newspaper.

But just as he sat down the loud ringing from the telephone rang out through the kitchen and he sighed heavily.

"I'll get it!" Janey yelled and ran over, hoping it was her mother. Her face dropped when it wasn't her mother's voice she heard on the other end of the line. "Yeah he's here, I'll put him on."

Cooper looked up at her tone and she held the receiver out to him. "It's for you dad."

He walked over and took it, kissing her on the head before she went back to her cartoons.

"Hello?" He said.

"Mr. Howard, it's Irene. I'm sorry to call you at home but I need your help."

Her voice told him it was serious. "What's wrong?"

"You were right. About Frank. I know we barely know each other but I need somewhere to stay for the night before I go to my mother's up in Sacramento. Lee...Lee doesn't know."

"I uh..."

"...no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you." She said.

"No, no, it's ok. I'll make up the guest room for you."

He could hear a faint sigh of relief in her answer. "Thank you, so much, I owe you one."

He gave her his address and they hung up.

"Who was that dad?" Asked Janey.

"A friend from work. She needs a place to stay tonight so she's gonna stay in the guest bedroom. You'd like her."

She kind of shrugged in an uninterested way and took another bite of her cereal, her attention back on the TV.

He hoped no one sees Irene at his house, that's the last thing he needs in the papers, especially now.

Part 1 | Part 3

[smolwritingchick]

Just Another Smol Preview :)

Author's Note: Literally a smol preview of the beginning of the MAMA Awards 2016 chapter. Always brainstorming and switching it up so the final product may vary.

I have been thinking a lot of this idea that I have for the MAMA Awards chapter and I'm excited to write about it and see it come to life.

Like I addressed before after MAMA Awards 2016 in the story, this should be the last time I write about Hyuna. This idea came up recently and I rolled with it. I also find myself getting this chapter done faster than anticipated so I am aiming to try to get it out in June and not later than that along with the 3rd Muster chapter. Hopefully not late June.

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'BREAKING! MAMA 2016 Collaboration with Cube's Hyuna and Big Hit's Jennie scrapped!'

Jennie frowned at the article as she sat by her desk in the Smartie Factory. It was crazy how things abruptly changed. Lately, Jennie and Hyuna weren't on speaking terms and issues have been occurring for a while.

It all started with the sneak dissing that Jennie had found out on her Tumblr. She loved scrolling through the tag of her name and came across a fairly popular post regarding Hyuna attending a few variety shows and interviews.

Statements such as, "Unlike the others, I don't need to repeatedly say I'm the best from head to toe. You already see it," which ARMY thought about Jennie's War of Hormone lyrics.

"Some rookies can be a bit much and try to overshine a veteran,"

"Some girls in this industry are a bit too fragile. I don't need to call myself bulletproof,"

"You mean the original version of How's This,"

Were just a handful of statements and ARMY immediately speculated she was throwing shade at Jennie.

'Uhhhh did Hyuna just sneak diss, Jennie? Am I freaking out over nothing? That bulletproof and glass line was SUS,' one comment said.

ARMY went on to do more research and they immediately figured out that there was some sort of animosity in Hyuna's words and it caused confusion in the fandom.

"The hell...?" Miss Bangtan murmured as she read about it and even saw her and Hyuna trending on Twitter.

Her stomach dropped and she felt hurt by the words. It confused her as to why she would say these things. Deciding to go straight to the source, she messaged Hyuna on KakaoTalk.

Jen: Ummmm what's going on sis? We got a problem or something? If so let's address it now. Call me when you're free

But hours later, still no reply. What officially solidified the fact there was an issue going on was when Jennie facetimed Hayoon about it.

"I'm trying to contact her so we can settle this shit now instead of over the internet. But I haven't gotten a response. I don't know how this happened. I didn't even do anything. I know we haven't talked in a while, but damn,"

And that was when Hayoon informed her what was going on from what she heard. She and other people have been overhearing her talking about how upset she was that she would be sharing the stage with Jennie for How's This. She wanted to perform it alone and on top of that felt bothered by the fact that the duet music video with Jennie started to get way more views than the original video.

"I mean it got more views because ARMY loves to support every member of Bangtan. They were bound to have the views boost," Jennie exclaimed on Facetime while Hayoon nodded. "That's one of the amazing things about them. They watched that video for me and I'm grateful but damn, is it that deep? So, she doesn't want to share the stage with me and is feeling some type of the way that her original music video didn't have that many views? Ma'am, if that was a problem, instead of throwing shots, why not talk to me face to face and express yourself? All this childishness for what?"

"I know. It's ridiculous," Hayoon said with a frown. "I had to distance myself from her. I didn't like the things she was saying. And I even talked to her about it but she blew me off and said she didn't care,"

Jennie sighed and shook her head. "Annoying...thanks for telling me...wow...the switch up is crazy...I just don't understand,"

"Of course. Still no reply?"

Jennie went to check back on the app and scoffed. "Did this bitch block me?!"

"What?! No way!"

"Wowwww. So, it's like that? Okay. I can't even contact her anymore...this is making me start to have trust issues a little bit. Like we were so close and would hang out and talk often and I trusted her with a lot of shit...I hope she doesn't spill anything personal. Because now I'm thinking about my relationship,"

"As much as I dislike her attitude, I don't think she'll spill anything especially when she is dating E'Dawn privately,"

"Yeah...I'm not going to air her dirty laundry and talk about how she got a rookie boyfriend and shit. That's unfair to E'dawn and his future career as an idol,"

"Agreed. No need to get him involved. I believe she won't involve Jungkook as well, so no need to worry,"

Jennie sighed. "When I see her at one of these award shows I'll confront her. This is ridiculous,"

"Some kind of girl's girl she is. So close to award season, too? She should not be trying to paint you as this bad person,"

"Yeah...I just don't know how long it's going to take for the public to understand how grimy she is,"

As the news of her performance with Hyuna wasn't happening anymore, Cube Entertainment and even Mnet made the excuse that they felt like Jennie was not ready to perform with Hyuna and was a bit difficult to work with. Which was a load of bull and lots of fans saw through the BS. However, Big Hit responded in defense to her saying that she was ready, she was very easy to work with and it was their loss on the collaboration.

It warmed her heart to see the company come to her defense and say she would prove doubters wrong on BTS' stage at the MAMA Awards. Hearing the news that the collaboration was scrapped made her feel down since she had been so excited to perform with someone she looked up to for many years. G-Dragon's words still rang through her mind that not everyone is your friend in the industry and the switch ups��be crazy.

Now back to reality, Jennie continued to sit by her desk, deep in thought about the situation. All she wanted to do was speak to her like an adult and squash whatever issue she had with her. But with her being blocked, it was clear she wanted nothing to do with Jennie.

It had been days since the first set of disses, along with lyric changes to throw shots at her and the lack of response from Jennie had everyone talking.

People commented:

'Unbothered. I like that,'

'Hyuna cooked you!'

'Everything she said about Jennie was true,'

'Rookie! Hyuna is better than you!'

'So, are you going to respond to HyunA?'

'Damn, still no response?'

'Jennie is known for her impressive stage presence at MAMA. They could have been a powerful duo if egos didn't get in the way. Something ain't right,'

'LOL Hyuna won by default. She is taking forever to respond. Is she scared?'

'Get in the booth, Jennie. Or are you taking the L?'

'So, you just gonna let her talk shit about you like that?'

'Jennie doesn't have to respond to anything.'

'I hate how you guys are instigating this drama.'

'No response is a response, Jennie!'

'Does Miss Bangtan need her bulletproof boy scouts to help her with this one?'

'I bet Jennie is the problem. Because she and Hyuna were great friends and she must have done something wrong...'

'Time to stop hiding behind your boys, woman up and respond to your senior.'

'Respect queen Hyuna!'

'You should be lucky she even asked you to collaborate.'

'ARMY gets on my nerves. They like to spam and stream everything for bragging rights. That music video didn't deserve to get higher views than the OG!'

'Yikes...going after one of the chillest people in the K-Pop industry is not wise because if Jennie responds I bet not hear shit that she was disrespectful when Hyuna started this first. And don't try to say respect your seniors.'

'Y'all are a little too comfortable being rude to Jennie on her page...'

'Hyuna started it and Jen will finish it. Watch!'

'Hyuna is being a bit too bold running her mouth.'

'Of all people when you have Bangtan backing her? And other idols who are close friends with her? I don't understand the logic.'

'Hyuna is untouchable in the industry, no idols will come to her aid,'

'I doubt any idol will defend Jennie from Hyuna. She should handle this herself.'

'Bangtan shouldn't always have to fight her battles. She should handle this by herself,'

'Jennie handles business. She'll respond,'

Still, on social media, she saw herself getting tagged in a lot of Hyuna stuff. Come to find out she was still sneak dissing and her stans were eating it up and defending her. However, ARMY was not too happy about the abrupt attitude change and shade thrown at Miss Bangtan.

"Do you want me to say something?" Yoongi asked, who sat next to her, ready to defend her honor.

"Yoongi...no," she firmly said as she turned to him.

"The situation is so grimy. Like damn, the bitch can't share the stage with you on her song that she wanted you to be on in the first place? Why bother asking to collab?" Angelina spoke up, sitting on the couch with Namjoon. "Did she think it wasn't going to go well? She underestimated the power of ARMY's support and your talent as an artist. Those comments on that YouTube video were mainly about you, Jennie. You outshined her in the music video and she was mad about it and has been holding it in for a while. The bitch is jealous,"

"I'm just confused and thrown off by everything. Like I thought we were friends—"

"Well, she's not your friend," Angelina firmly cut Jennie off, getting upset about Hyuna. "A friend doesn't sneak diss. Fuck her,"

"Are you going to let her just bash your name like this in public?" Namjoon asked.

"She is South Korea's IT girl. Everyone loves her. And if I respond...I have a feeling I'll be public enemy number one. You know how the media is gonna twist this and make me the bad guy," Jennie reminded.

"Jen, I love your calmness, right now because you know I'll be ready to fight somebody," Angelina added. "I wish I had your calmness. But stop being nice,"

"I'm not trying to be! I'm not! I'm getting annoyed, now..." she sighed out of frustration.

"Good. Write about it,"

"Listen, I shouldn't cause Bangtan any drama. Award season is coming up...I can't be taking the attention off of us at the award shows. Like I don't even want to be involved in this drama...why can't I just have some genuine celebrity friends, that won't get mad over petty shit, like this? I'm getting PTSD from Hailey and that took a while to heal from,"

"Munchkin, you're not causing drama for us," Hobi spoke up as he leaned against the wall, next to the couch. "I know you're thinking of the negatives but the positives outweigh it. You should respond,"

"And you know that people love you, too. She is not the only beloved K-Pop idol, in the world. You've been making a positive name for yourself with us as BTS. ARMY and us will not stand for the slander. I want you to write about it all," Yoongi affirmed.

"Turn this negative into a positive," Namjoon reminded.

"Diss track incoming?" Angelina smiled.

Jennie let the rappers' words sink in as she glanced at all of them. They had a point. She couldn't just let her bash her name like this out of nowhere. On top of that, she didn't want to hear anything about being respectful to her seniors when she was getting disrespected unprovoked. It bothered her how people think they can talk to younger people in any type of way. Respect should be a mutual thing.

"For now, don't bother engaging in the drama on social media. Don't respond to any of it online. Continue to go about your day like normal," Namjoon suggested.

"Yeah...okay. You're right. All of you," she replied. "I really can't let her just get away with talking shit and not saying it directly to my face. Especially when she didn't even want to respond to my messages and blocked me. She needs to get checked,"

"Good. I'm looking forward to this," Hobi smiled.

"You and I both," Yoongi revealed his gummy smile.

Jennie chuckled and turned to Namjoon. "This reminds me a little bit of the Bobby situation and your diss at MAMA 2014. But yours was more of entertainment. Unlike this,"

The leader chuckled at that and nodded. "Yeah. Well, what are you going to do, now?"

"Handle it," she firmly responded and grabbed her notebook.

"Best news I've heard all day. Get writing," Angelina broke out into a big smile, as the others agreed.

"Mama Awards 2016. Speak your truth, there. Let's talk to the staff later about everything," Namjoon recommended.

"Okay," Jennie nodded, liking that idea. "I'll show you what I have when I'm done. Can I be alone, please? To work?"

The boys respected her decision and left her to work while Angelina stayed behind with Namjoon waiting for her outside the studio.

"Word of advice? Try the 8 Mile method. The stealing thunder strategy. You remember the movie and the final rap battle with Eminem?" Angelina asked as she got off the couch.

"Yeah. I've watched it a few times. That's not a bad idea. I'll work on it,"

[welkinsky]

Chishiya X Reader | First Kiss

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your support and reblogs! I see and appreciate each one of you! This is a PART OF A SERIES so people who are just reading this one post for the first time might not understand the context please read the parts linked below. Warning: A few cuss words, suggestive smut & mention of weapons.

Part 1 | ... | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (Coming Soon!)

You were too confused and curious to ask anything. He opened and let you both in STILL holding your hand and as you closed the door behind you, you were pushed against the door. Before you could realize what was happening your back was against the door and he was standing VERY close to you.

He looked as if he was VERY uneasy. You looked down at his hands which looked like they were trying to reach out for something while still being on the sides of your waist. But never touched you, just a few inches apart. Little did you know that they were itching so badly to hug you or to touch you at the very least? He wanted to comfort you but because he simply didn't know how to. He never felt like doing it for anyone either. All he could say very silently which almost came out as a whisper was, "Are you hurt?"

As you look up at his eye, you could see something that you never even imagined his eyes were capable of doing, they had a care in them. Almost as if he was sorry. Why was HE sorry? It was all Niragi. But all you could think now is that you don't want him to be this trouble over YOU so you put a rest to the fire in his limbs that were aching for any contact with you and hugged him. "I'm alright," you said in the same tone as him. "Thank You Chishiya."

You were a little worried that you might have crossed a line because he didn't hug you back. But before you could pull back to your relief he hugged you back even tighter. 

As you two pulled apart from the long warm hug he said, "I'm sorry but I couldn't think of anything other than that." He said not making any eye contact with you and looking at the floor. It took you a minute to realize that he was talking about the kiss. "Oh no no! I'm glad you came. I don't know what I would have done without causing a huge fight. Not to mention he had a fucking gun." you said assuring him.

"Hmm" was all he said as he let go of your sides and moved further into his room. The loss of his hands on your side felt so cold. But you moved to sit on a chair as well. He stood on the balcony watching something very intently. "You should stay here for the night. He'll go to your room later for sure." he said while still focused and continued as he half turned to face you, "Or the stunt that we pulled there won't be of any use. These people need a leash. The more I see them the more I realize how good my life was away from people of this sort, however bad it was."

You walked over to him to see what he was looking. Niragi and his goons all were in the garden right in front of your room unaware that you were watching them. They always gave you goosebumps. Your instincts were always right for people and not to forget the ques that Chishiya taught you and all of them said only one thing. STAY AWAY FROM THEM. You decided to never stay in the same room as them.

As if he read your mind Chishiya said," You cannot run from them, you have to create a special space in the Beach. Learn to deal with them. For now they won't hurt you since they think we're" he let go of a deep sharp sigh as if he was holding his breathe, "together. But this won't stop him to try."

That is when you noticed that they all saw you two on the balcony and were now fake aiming at Chishiya with their guns, which were probably loaded. Their laughs were more like shrieks that scared the shit out of you. Chishiya knew this. He pulled you in with a 'sorry' and kissed you. Deeper and more passionately than before.

This time something took over you and even you gave in and kissed him back as you ran your hands through his hair. He pulled you in by hips with one hand and one started tracing its way up under your shirt and rested on your ribs giving them enough show to tease them.

He knew what he was doing. Slowly he pulled you back inside the room and once you two were out of their sight he tried to pull back but you were too into the kiss to realize that. So he continued kissing you and pushing you back towards his bed and pushed you on it and followed.

He came close to the point that your lips were practically touching but then stopped. Seeing your needy and whiny expressions made him smirk, "Are you sure?" this question brought you back from your high and realised what was happening. "Um-" you said trying to read his stoic expression to see if he wants this too or not because you DO NOT WANT to be rejected by him.

"We can stop if you want" looking down at you with his hands on either side of your head. "As if you don't want it too," you said trying to use the trick he taught on HIM, the benefit of the doubt. To which he laughed wholeheartedly and you saw him laughing for the FIRST TIME and you couldn't help but take in all of this knowing this might never happen again.

He was about to kiss you when you heard a huge bang on your door.

Part 1 | ... | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (Coming Soon!)

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[kissmethroughthebone]

Now for the witchy people.....

I've been going through it. Had recently been banned from a favorite social spot of mine, since some predators (and enablers) in the scene wanted me away. Not a total loss, just a surprise AND embarrassing.

But its like... Oh no. I can't go to an open mic with a low turnout and rats any more to watch mid comedians perform? Oh pooh!

And fresh out of an abusive relationship, where the ex actually had texted me a large essay about all they hate about me. (Also not a loss, because I left him for SA related reasons and an overall sex addiction paired with a lack of accountability or safety.)

Cry me a river sir, I set a boundary after I was already having you on thin ice in my head. And you broke the ice, and can drown.

[Post-abusive relationship brain = sometimes your brain had allowed people around too long, since you saw endearing qualities or had seen potential or good moments.... But I was finally taking off the rose colored glasses.] He was all mad that I didn't wanna talk about sex with him, even as a joke, and decided a tantrum and name slinging was appropriate, and blocked me everywhere. And now is mad that a month later, I've had a lot of fun without him and any tactics to re-enter are failing. Nananana booboo. Womp womp.

And the new guy I casually saw put me in a situation where I had been attacked by his ex, FIRST thing in the morning. (An EX. As in, broken up, not even dating any more. You could tell she still loved him since she was putting her hands on me and not HIM.)

Like maam! I don't even know your name! And this is not even a man I am serious with! What the fuck?!

(I backhanded the shit out of her, though. The difference between me and her is, I fought her out of self respect and defense. She fought me over a white twink with a good job and a big dick moving on from her faster than she wanted. And that is not my issue.)

And my housemate is of course leaving the bathroom reeking even with incense around, and has dishes in the sink that have been there since about February.

They make the house reek of cat food, and we don't even have a cat. Their dish water is just getting yellow, thick and murky, like some sort of weird egg drop soup mixed with a roux. (Ew!)

I also have been drained more often. I know, some stuff can be resolved with more water, some probiotics, some walks, reading, drawing, dancing, and more random impromptu social outings...

But I am also a tad tired of feeling like there's a mental blockage preventing me from my goals and self esteem actually flourishing again.

Anyone able to suggest any spells for me?

Any spells, routines, candle work, chakra stuff, tarot readings, anything? Affirmations are also wonderful, and I like spells just to add an extra oomph of reassurance that it's all gonna go great.

Any spells like:

1. Attraction Spell for Wealthy Safe Partners (I want to date people who are aligned with my life and goals and provide exactly what I am aiming for; paid bills, thoughtful intentional gifts, and invested in projects that I flourish in!)

2. Friendship Magnet Spell (I want followers and friends that are good energied but still a tad edgy enough that we align perfectly well, and to be a magnet to those who are great for me and healthy. And not just fake ones, like actually going out to events, being and feeling heard, aligned socially and emotionally and mentally! And talking consistently! That good stuff!)

3. Clarity and Focus Spell (so I can not be distracted midway through a task, 45 times a day, and somehow get 1% done in 45 things and yet nothing done at all.... also, energy to get up and go without any hesitation)

4. Health and Vitality Spell (because it would be great if my legs, back, spine, head, neck, arms, hips, pussy, feet, and brain all could work together and make an amazingly functioning human that can actually walk in public and have an easy time existing)

5. Protection Spell Against Negative Energies (because whew, that was... a lot! And Florida Water hasn't stopped shit. Here I was, manifesting peace and protection from vile energies, and I still got harmed TWICE, once from a pest [a rat scratched me], and another from another type of pest; a shrew! And her nails were even LONGER, and hair even of worse quality! Aliexpress ass wig!)

[marshallpupfan]

Seeing just how much Marshall merch you got, I've been meaning to ask this for quite a while now but I'm too shy and didn't want to get hopes up (neither mine nor yours)... Anyway I just summoned up courage so let's go for it before I back down again:

Have you, by any chance, ever seen some kind of licensed "self-insert" book?

I know of an online Brazilian book seller who gets licenses to make these kinds of stories. The person goes over to the website, creates their character (like one of those dress up dolls, sort of, picking gender, name, skin color, height, hair, some small variety of clothes and accessories, etc) - they're like "create the child's character" because, well, the stories are aimed for children XD - and then this template-created character is automatically inserted in the chosen book from their gallery. Then, after confirming purchase and payment, the custom book is printed (hardcover, pretty big in size with around 30 pages, the one I checked had 32) and shipped. From what I've seen it's very good quality and the stories are simple but entertaining, inserting the kid into the adventure and having them help save the day in some big way.

They had 4 different Paw Patrol books for that, AND ONE OF THEM WAS A READY RACE RESCUE STORY, which is one of my favorite Marshall adventures (I grew up watching races with my dad) and I've seen somewhere you like this special too - But they're not in their website anymore. I swear it was there barely two months ago! I have some screenshots I took when I did a "let's see how it would look like if I'd buy it".

I could send an e-mail asking what happened and if there's any chance the books will be back available for purchase again. The thing about "not getting hopes up" is just because I'm too poor to buy one of those (it's not even expensive, I'm just actually poor) but I guess I could "bridge" one for you - if they show up again, I mean XD Granted the stories are in Brazilian Portuguese, but I could send along a complete translation too.

Anyway yeah, I just wanted to know if it would be something you'd like to have and if it's a thing somewhere else too or just here??? I've never seen anything like this anywhere else before.

I meant to send all this in the DMs so it would stay between the two of us, but yours are closed (I get it, you got that annoying copycat dude onto you, I saw the post) so I hope you don't mind me sending this as an ask anyway. You can answer me through another ask if you'd like instead of publishing this, no need to follow any of my blogs just to message if you're not comfortable! Hope you're having a good day and enjoying your new merch, those are so awesome!!!

I'm not 100% sure, but I think I've seen something like this sold over here in the United States before. However, I could swear ours did things differently, in that instead of a custom-made character, it used an actual photograph of the child so their likeness would be on the cover and on the pages, itself. At least, I could swear that's what they did, but it's been years since I last seen one, so I could be mistaken.

That's pretty cool to see they used Ready Race Rescue for one of these! I'm always glad to see that mini-movie get more attention. As for why it disappeared from the site, I suspect it's because this sort of thing is a lot more difficult to publish than your typical mass-printed book. Most pages will use that custom-made character, so editing, printing, and shipping it out might take all the longer. Perhaps they just got so many orders and had to remove it for a while to catch up? I'm not sure, but hopefully it returns someday.

In any case, I'm not sure if I'd be interested in something like this for myself, since I'm typically not one to insert my likeness into something or create an original character of sorts that represents me, but I certainly appreciate the offer! I do hope that, someday, you're able to get one for yourself!

[thebestestofbees]

Part two of Television AU??

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

If you want it, it's below this thing

(Continuing off my last post)

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

You were shocked, baffled even. The puppets you seemed to gush about to your friends were in your bedroom, like they had just fallen out of your mounted TV.

Which was supposed to be impossible!

The eight Puppets stared at you once they were done observing your room. They stared and you stared right back at each and every one of them most of them seemed shocked, but Poppy, Eddie, and Howdy seemed the most shell shocked.

Instead of doing things calm and rationally, you dashed to your living room and pulled out a gun from under one of your couch pillows. You only used the gun for emergencies, but this seemed like a pretty good emergency to use it.

You clocked the gun and slowly stepped back into the room, the eight Puppets were all up and standing in a semi straight line. You pointed your gun in their direction, not pointing it at a particular puppet, just at them in general, shakily breathing.

You lived near the hood, you always heard about people breaking into houses in costumes and You'll be damned if you were killed by some people in puppet costumes, you're not taking any chances.

The puppets looked at you, but none of them seemed fazed by the weapon in your hand, did they think you weren't about to shot them. Rookie fucking move. Poppy seemed the most scared of the gun you held, literally shaking in her feathers.

The room was silent as you looked at each and every puppet, they seemed to stand in tallest to shortest, good for you, huh?

Wally looked unfazed, but more confused than anything. What was that strange L shaped thing in your hand? It looked odd

Sally was next to Wally, searching your eyes for indifference, was this really the person they've been seeing all this time? The one who would rough oused with their family? All smiles and would tell them the neighbors didn't see when they tripped while limping away indifferently? Sally wasn't sure if you looked better or worse up close.

Julie was quite happy, for someone who got pulled into a portal, despite this unusual environment, she saw a new but also familiar face. They didn't even know your name and yet Julie couldn't wait to hear about the games in your world.

Frank looked indifferently, frowning as you pointed the weird object at their friends. They knew who you were. But they don't know your name. Hopefully you know how to get them back home. You caused this mess. You had to be the one to fix it.

Eddie was worried and a little scared, the way you were pointing that thing made it seem like it was dangerous. What were you doing? Were you scared? If so, why of him and his friends? He didn't understand.

Barnaby was confused to say the least, but a little humored, he wanted to laugh at how rigid and stiff you looked as you pointed that thing. Now Barnaby was never one to not speak his mind, but he had a feeling if he even uttered a word while that thing you were holding was still in the air something bad would happen.

Howdy was intrigued..? Confused...? He didn't know how he felt. Some random screen box he found took him and his friends to seemingly another world.

Poppy was terrified, her whole body shook as her eyes kept on the thing you were holding. But could you really blame her? She had just been transported to a weird unfamiliar area and was silently being confronted with her friends with a weird L shaped object and an individual who glared at them the whole time.

"Someone better start talking before I start blasting. What are you doing in my house?" You broke the silence and asked, still holding the gun in both hands to stop your aim from faltering.

Poppy jumped at the sharpness of your voice, hiding in between her feathers, she was definitely scared shitless now.

"We- we don't mean any harm, Mx. We just got sucked in by some sort of thingamijig."

Eddie tried to convey what happened just mere seconds ago, looking back at what he was thrown out of with his friends he saw an entirely flat screen with static. "Kinda like that thing! But more small more box like and it looked more complicated!" Eddie pointed at the flat screen TV you had mounted to your wall.

They better be so serious because you were about to blow some holes in their damn stuffing.

"I'm sure we can talk about this rationally, just please put your thing down." Howdy said coaxing you to drop the L shaped thing, most of the puppets in the room were unnerved by the item you pointed, it was best if you atleast stopped pointing it at them.

You sighed, putting your gun into one hand and placing it by your side, using your other hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. This can't be fucking happening.

[twistedtavern]

This selfaware Jamil you wrote... It is just pure perfection, I enjoyed so much. Maybe I might want the rest of the story? 🥺

Can you write more about it when you feel or have enough time?

I am. SO sorry it took so long. Here's the final segment and a link to the other part just posted today

Part 1! Part 2!

CW: holy SHIT violence, murder, intense self harm, Jamil-typical manipulation, yandere

Jamil hesitantly opened the door, the softness in his chest hardening like a shell over the both of you. He put his arm in front of you as he moved to take the first step inside, but stopped cold when you heard the sound of a door slamming shut from inside your apartment.

You felt your heart jump up your throat, clinging to Jamil, who tightly gripped your hand as he looked for the direction the sound had come from. Your voice was in a hurried whisper, " Jamil... What do we do?"

" Stay close," his tone remained steady, strong, " It could be any one of them."

Kalim tried to steady his breathing, his free hand clasped over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his erratic breaths. He had spent many adrenaline-filled moments just like this, hidden while people were searching for him. His other hand gripped the handle of the knife, shaking from how hard he was trying to constrict himself, every part of him wound up like a spring-loaded toy. This time, he was the one to be afraid of, and there would be no ransoms.

" Show yourself!" he heard Jamil's voice demand from the main doorway. Kalim's red eyes widened as he suppressed some guttural sound that nearly escaped him, the giddy grin on his face twisting into a half-snarl. Jamil was HISfriend, and they stole him away! He would DIE without him!

They were trying to kill him!

Kalim's stomach clawed at itself from the inside, having hardly ever missed a meal in his life. His heartbeat was rapid in his chest, drumming in mismatched tandem with the two other occupants of the apartment. The main door closed, and he could faintly hear footsteps muffled by the distance and the closed bedroom door.

" Stay behind me, okay?" Jamil urged, still clasping your hand and he reached for his magic pen. He was both grateful and terrified that magic still worked in this world.

Nobody was in the living room, and the kitchen was equally as empty, the only sign of disturbance being a slightly ajar drawer. Jamil led the way down to your bedroom, taking in a deep breath as he grabbed the door handle. Slowly opening the door, he took a tentative step into the room, brandishing the dark red magestone of his former dorm. He remembered times like this, where protection was his sole responsibility, but there were no guards frantically running around, no tripped alarms, no long corridors or secret passages. Everything was pressing into him, silent and claustrophobic and so utterly alien, yet horribly familiar.

The room appeared to be empty, and the pair trepidly passed through the doorway. Jamil looked around for any sign of a disturbance, tensing up when he caught sight of your phone, the dark, reflective screen reminding him of the guilt buried deep under the fear, reminding him that it was his fault that you were in danger right now. His gaze caught on your closet, and he steeled himself as he let go of your hand.

Jamil approached the closet, the adrenaline blurring and sharpening the world around him all at once. He threw open the closet door, blindly aiming his pen into the darkness before seeing that it was empty. A breath he didn't know he was holding left him, and he closed the closet. He went silent, listening for any sound around him as his gaze got caught on yours. The distance between the two of you felt dangerous, and he couldn't focus. You saw his arms open up for you, and you darted into Jamil's embrace, deeming it safe to do so, feeling much safer as he wrapped his arms around you. The second you were in his arms, he could only focus on you, his hand instinctively feeling around for some sort of injury that couldn't have happened yet. It eased some part of him that was not yet supposed to be eased, and he gave one last glance around.

" This room is clear, I'm going to search the rest of the apartment. Whatever you do, don't delete the game yet. Stay here." he whispered. You nodded against the crook of his neck, and he held on for just a few more seconds before letting go.

You backed away towards the bedroom window, clutching the sill. Jamil looked at you, and you at him, neither wanting to leave the other. He remembered being a child, shaking and clinging to Kalim as the lights in his bedroom flashed red and the sounds of heavy footsteps pounded outside the door. He remembered the large hands that mercilessly tore them apart and dragged Kalim away, each child's wailing sobs ignored. The last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, but he had to. Jamil turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

You looked around the room for a place to hide, your eyes locking on the closet. You reached for the handle to open it, unaware that someone else was reaching for you. 

Jamil closed the bathroom door, having confirmed it to be clear, his brow furrowing as he wondered where the intruder may be hiding. He looked back towards the bedroom, uncertainty compressing his chest. Checking up on you again was his first compulsion, taking his first few steps towards the door.

The rapid clawing of nails against the floor by your feet made your head swivel to the source of the sound. Two blurs of gold and black shot put from under the bed at a heart-stopping pace, latching onto your legs with a vicious grip. One hand quickly moved up to hook on the back of your knee, followed by the other, as Kalim emerged from his hiding place.

And as you locked eyes with him, a bloodcurdling shriek like you had never heard before ripped from your throat.

The cold shock of the sound froze Jamil in place for the barest second before the adrenaline shoved him forward, desperately fumbling for the door. He threw it open, magical pen drawn, and locked eyes with your assailant. Kalim was now standing directly behind you, one arm locked around your throat as he prepared to sink a knife into your stomach.

" KALIM!" a flash of white-hot rage laced with pure horror compelled Jamil to speak. Kalim's smile faltered as he flinched, tearing his focus from his target. You struggled against the arm around your neck, the back of your head pinned to his chest. Your throat constricted from the feeling of the fabric and the pressure against your throat. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?"

Kalim took a step back, arm tightening around you like a starved python. He was so close, so, so close. A giggle, high and faltering, escaped him, " Don't get any closer! I'LL KILL THEM!"

" Kalim, put the knife down," Jamil demanded, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Panic was evident in the way his eyes fixated on the knife, " You're trying to take them back alive, aren't you?!?"

And all it took was a split second, the same bare moment it took for the bright adrenaline in Kalim's eyes to fade into something dark and terrible and unhinged, causing the shiver running down his spine to sink deep into Jamil's stomach as Kalim flatly said " No."

" W-What? Kalim- I... I thought everyone was going to be after me, not them! I thought you hated me!" Jamil stalled, focus rapidly switching between the knife and his desperate search for anything he could use.

Kalim's expression softened, but his eyes did not, " The only thing I hate is what they did to you, Jamil. What they did to EVERYONE!" you could feel the tip of the knife through the fabric of your shirt as his grip only got tighter with every breath. You halted your struggling, fearful that Kalim would slice you open if you pressed against the edge.

Jamil took a shaky breath in, hands up in surrender, " Kalim, listen..." his voice came out steady and placating. He took a step forward.

And he used that step to push forward.

In one rapid motion, Jamil closed the necessary distance between him and your assailant, raised his other leg, and gave a fluid kick to Kalim's wrist. With a cry of shock, he dropped the knife, disarmed in what was hardly even five seconds.

Jamil's hands roughly latched onto Kalim's other arm, yanking it back and setting you free from the death grip. He left an open gap between the two of them for you to escape through, and you darted to the other side of the room, spluttering from your newfound access to air as you instinctively shielded your neck with your hand.

Jamil brought his knee up hard into Kalim's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over, the grin wiped clean off his face, only to have the world tilt severely on its axis as his legs were swept out from under him. He landed on his side with a thud and a grunt, curling up on the floor.

You felt a tentative relief at seeing just how fast Jamil had been able to save you, the desperate tension of the room dissipating ever so slightly. Jamil walked over to the discarded knife, stooping down to pick it up without fear.

Kalim shakily got to his feet, his breathing beginning to steady as it fully began to set in just how cold everything became. His eyes locked with yours, and in that moment, he looked like he were about to shoot across the room and tear you apart with nothing but his teeth. The realization that Jamil was now armed and irate completely escaping him as he growled, " This isn't over, you w- AGH!"

Jamil's palm slammed against the side of Kalim's face, pinning him to the wall by the head as he cried out. Kalim looked his attacker in the eyes, and an immediate terror seized him.

Jamil's arm, knife in hand, reeled back, the curve like that of a viper poised to sink his fangs into the unfortunate intruder that had so rudely barged into his den. In the eyes of his retainer was a white-hot rage like he had never seen, like he were about to crush his skull against the wall.

The knife began its rapid, lethal descent, and it was then that three things happened.

A freezing, agonizing cold spread through Jamil's core like a bullet shot point blank. The knife stopped dead in its path. Your horrified plea rang out, frantic and almost shrill.

" JAMIL! STOP IT!"

Both looked at you, alarmed by the sheer sound of your voice. Jamil slid the knife into the pocket of his hoodie, straightening his posture as he seemed to have been snapped out of his volatile state. There was nothing you could have done to stop it but to voice your panic, but now that everything had come to a grinding halt, you had no idea what to do. Your gaze flipped between the two of them, and it did nothing to calm your nerves.

Jamil immediately couldn't help but want to reach out to you, to wrap you up in his arms and calm you down, even if only to stop the heart-wrenching sight of you cowering at the sight of your attacker. He kept his grip firm on Kalim, but his gaze was focused solely on you. The cold eased slightly, and he understood immediately what was necessary. Kalim gave a sudden thrash, letting out a feral, strangled cry, but it was a fruitless attempt.

" Open the game, all we have to do is put him back in and close the connection," Jamil instructed before turning his attention back to Kalim. The firmness of his voice brought you back from your state of panic and put movement back into your legs, making you rush for your phone that laid on the windowsill by your bed. You switched it on, the device still hot from its previous use. It began to vibrate wildly just like it had the night before, and you dropped it onto the floor.

A swirling white portal formed over the screen, and you turned just in time to see Jamil pull back his fist and sink it violently into Kalim's stomach, the merciless impact once again depriving him of all air in his lungs. You recoiled at the sight, and Jamil flinched at the cold. Kalim weakly clawed at Jamil's wrists, trying his best to get free. You watched Jamil drag Kalim to the portal, casting you one last look before jumping in.

The current was strong, separating the two with its pull, and Jamil reached into his pocket to grab the knife, lashing out with its edge as the other side of the portal rapidly came closer. The slashes of silver curved around Kalim's body, so dangerously close, but deliberately avoiding the killing blow. At least, until the portal yanked both of them upward without warning, sending the tip grating across his ribcage.

The portal spat them back out into the mirror room, Kalim landing on the wooden floor before Jamil, having time to scurry backward before the latter jumped forward, plunging the knife right where his throat had once been.

Jamil growled lowly as he stood up, striding towards Kalim. The dorm leader clutched his bleeding chest with one shaking arm, desperately trying to widen the distance between them.

Jamil's voice was as hollow as his eyes as he hissed, " I wouldn't be doing this if you had just stayed put."

" I-I just..." he whimpered, " I JUST WANTED YOU BACK!"

Jamil's black eyes narrowed into glinting slits, " All you proved is that I can't have anything for myself without you trying to snatch it away from me."

Tears began to gather in Kalim's eyes, " I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'll die without you..."

Something in Jamil's eyes shifted, " And without you, I'll finally get to live."

The fear that had sunk its claws deep into Kalim's mind triggered his hatred once more, " THEY'RE EVIL! THEY TOOK YOU FROM ME!" he screamed, " THEY DID THIS TO YOU!"

The retainer then let out a strange sound. A jagged breath in, let out as a trembling whimper of a laugh. His flat, emotionless face slowly broke out into a cheshire grin, and something in his eyes seemed to glint and swirl. The small sound from before rose into a bout of raucous cackling as he turned the knife in his hands so that the edge faced him. He gripped the handle with both hands, closed his eyes, took in a big breath...

And drove the knife into his side.

He had avoided his organs with the stab, eyes open wide from the pain, but he did not stop there.

" JAMIL?!?"

Jamil tightened his grip on the handle, vision clouding as he dragged the knife up through his own flesh, lengthening the wound until it reached his ribcage as he looked down at the damage.

" H... Hah.... Kalim.... Look at what you did to me," Jamil chided, panting. Kalim ran over to him as he pulled it out, only to be shoved away with all the force Jamil could muster, " How could you? You're really sick, doing this to your poor childhood friend."

Seeing the pure horror in Kalim's eyes, he turned to his arm next, slicing from the back of his palm to the hem of his rolled up sleeve. Blood spurted from his wounds, the bleeding only worsened by his erratic heartbeat, as he looked at the weapon with a pondering, all too calm expression.

" ...Would I need more?" Jamil wondered aloud, before simply pressing the knife tip through his cheek and cutting down past his jawline like it was nothing, twisting it ever so slightly to widen the incision, only to where it would leave a noticeable scar. He turned the blade back over, smiling to himself like he was pleased with his work. His grin returned, though somewhat lopsided as it was, " What? Weren't youthe one about to gut somebody alive?" he stalked closer, " They were screaming, crying for you to let them go. You were torturing them, and you liked it. You liked watching them struggle. You would have made them beg for their life if it weren't for me."

" s-stop it..." Kalim hiccuped, tears pouring full force down his face, " STOP IT!"

" Are you denying it?" Jamil laughed, " You're nothing but a parasite. If you can't kill from the inside out, you do it from the outside in."

" I JUST WANTED ALL OF THIS TO BE OVER!"

" Oh, so that was all you wanted?" Jamil cooed, as if he were talking to a child, " That's okay. I can end it all right now."

His expression softened drastically in the blink of an eye, starkly contrasting his oozing injuries. Kalim couldn't find the strength to pry his gaze from Jamil's eyes as he walked closer, unfeeling twin voids staring into his very soul. He sobbed, backing away.

There was a sudden glint in Jamil's eyes, just moments before he sprang. An arc of bloodstained silver cut a gash halfway across Kalim's stomach just as he turned to dodge, and Jamil eagerly took advantage of his back being exposed. He slipped the knife between his ribs, giving a lurching twist before shoving him off the blade.

Kalim stumbled, the edges of his vision blurry and dark as he turned around, desperately trying to make a grab for the knife and save himself. Jamil took a step back, dangling it over his head like a confiscated toy, laughing at him. He grabbed his gold-covered wrist and moved his arm aside, clearing the way for him to plunge the knife deep into Kalim's chest and knock him to the floor.

Kalim landed hard on his back, dizzy from the adrenaline and the impact. When he was able to fully focus on Jamil again, his vision went white from a burst of pain and he coughed up a spurt of blood.

Jamil loomed over him, having lifted the sole of his shoe and stomped down with the full force of his weight on the handle of the knife, making half of it disappear into the flesh of his victim. The blade had been wedged into the floorboards, trapping Kalim on his back as more blood began to fill his throat.

The laughter died down, Jamil's chest heaving from effort and blood loss. He got off the knife, smiling down at Kalim as he turned heel and left, clutching his side.

And as the world began to darken, Kalim could hear Jamil hum softly to himself.

Alone in your room, all you could do was worry as the vibrations slowly died down, pacing back and forth as you tried to recover from the shock of everything that had happened. Most of all, you worried about Jamil, unsure of the kind of danger he was putting himself in to protect you.

But, just as you cast your gaze back to the portal for the hundredth time, the vibration picked up speed, and soon, Jamil managed to pull himself out of the portal.

" The connection! Close it now!"

The urgency of Jamil's demand spun your brain back into overdrive, and you reached for the home button on your screen, causing the portal to vanish completely upon pressing it. You didn't have time to think about how attached you had gotten to the game and its characters, you just didn't want more of them coming through to do this again.

With a swipe and a tap, it was gone.

Jamil gave a grunt of effort as stood up. He locked eyes with you before his eyelids drooped and he fell forward. Jamil clung to you with his free arm and whimpered like a kicked puppy, and immediately your arms were wrapped around him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as you felt a lukewarm stickiness on his hands, and your heartbeat spiked as you realized that Jamil was severely injured.

" Oh my god- Jamil, what happened to you?!?" you panicked as you sat him down on the bed, checking him over for any more cuts or gashes. The feeling in his chest, this squirming warmth that felt like a swarm of butterflies were about to burst out from his wounds, it calmed him. Your presence, the genuine care in your eyes meant only for him, the knowledge that you were finally completely safe, everything felt alright.

" Kalim just kept screaming about wanting you dead..." Jamil started, " He was telling me everything he was going to do to you... it was awful."

You cradled his bloodied arm in your hands, " And he did this to you...?"

He looked at you with a soft, glassy eyed expression, " You know I couldn't let him do those terrible things to you."

Tears began to cloud your vision as the pad of your finger traced along the edge of the wound. All of this... He must have fought like hell to protect you.

You jumped up, knowing you had to help him. Jamil turned to look at the black screen of your phone, but when he saw you moving to look for something, he completely focused on you. He had finally gotten the last laugh for once, now it was his time to enjoy his spoils.

You let out a breath, setting down your phone, " Your bag. Did you bring any kind of magic... anything that can help you?"

" There's healing potions, the orange liquid in the round bottle." Jamil tried to steady his breath, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. He had begun to feel lightheaded, but, in truth, he didn't care. It was worth it, to watch you fumbling to care for him, to know that your trust in him had deepened now that you knew he would endure this for your sake. You came up to him again, uncorking the bottle. Jamil let you give him the potion, taking out his magic pen when it was finished, " That should take care of the deeper stuff, but this will heal the surface," and he cast his magic over the wounds, closing the gaps in his skin and stopping the bleeding as the magestone passed over them.

Noticing that he was still practically covered in blood, you gave his uninjured hand a quick squeeze before going to get him a cloth, already feeling far calmer now that you knew Jamil would be alright, his dilemma completely overshadowing your previous ordeal in your mind.

You soon came back with some washcloths and ice water, soaking one before you started on his arm, " Jamil... I'm so sorry this happened... It's all my fault."

He reached out to you with his other hand, cupping your cheek with a gentleness you had never thought possible to receive, " None of this is your fault. You had no way of knowing."

And you also had no way of knowing he had just killed someone with that hand.

It was easy to tell by how the tension in his chest eased that his words had an effect. For him, this whole ordeal was over and done with, but he knew you would need comfort. Comfort he was more than willing to provide.

" I did all of this because I love you." Jamil said softly, " I will never let anything hurt you ever again."

Jamil saw how your eyes widened and you moved to hide your face ever so slightly with his palm, and his world suddenly revolved completely around you. It didn't feel like he was put in shackles, but more like he would use those shackles on you if that was what it took. He wouldn't hesitate for a moment, even if he had to strangle anyone who got in the way with the chains.

It didn't take long for you to get Jamil all cleaned up. You had taken out some bandages, wrapping up the thin creases where his injuries had begun healing. He was a very cooperative patient, mostly content to just quietly watch you work. When you finished, you still held onto his bandaged hand.

" Jamil," you started, " I... I guess I owe you my life now. I don't think I would have been any closer to dying unless he'd actually got me."

There was a deep dread in you as you admitted that, letting it sink in just how close Kalim had dragged you to death's doorstep. To Jamil, it seemed to lace the air with a sour taste.

He pulled you close, " You don't have to worry, and you don't owe me anything. My life is in your hands as much as yours was in mine."

" But... how? You saved me."

" Let's make this a bit more clear. Yoube my guide to this world and give me the warmth I need, and I make sure you are never in danger again. Deal?" saying this, he offered his hand to you, and you took it with no hesitation.

It was official now, you were his.

A feeling of safety flooded you, knowing that he had only been in reality for a day, and yet he would still go to such great lengths to save you. With a light heart, you joked " And I'll take care of the bugs, too."

" That's a given. Either that or I burn the whole building down."

You let out a mirth-laden sigh, leaning forward to wrap Jamil in a hug. It just felt like the thing he needed. At first, he froze up, surprised after the sudden affection, but then he quickly caved and hugged you back. And, after quite a while of safe, peaceful silence, the two of you had finally decided that it would be best if you just called it a night from there.

You found yourself lying down beside Jamil in bed, wrapped up in his arms. He looked happy like this, with you safe and secure against his chest, all his. 

Now, there was nothing standing in his way of keeping you by his side.

Forever.

~JAMIL VIPER: LOVERS END [COMPLETE!]~

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday 💛

Wednesday again!!! I've been trying to work some more on the next chapter for The Perfect Storm, because this Friday marks a year since I posted the first chapter!! I'm honestly so so happy that I'm still working on it now, after years without the heart to write, seventeen chapters in with many more to go!

Some more festival shenanigans with Elyse and Balgruuf, inspired by my discovery that one of Balgruuf's primary skills in Skyrim happens to be archery.

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Elyse groaned quietly as her arrow feebly clattered to the ground some feet before the target, and Balgruuf had to stifle a laugh as she started muttering to herself quietly. All that he could hear was her blaming both the cold and the bow, pale wisps of air dissipating around her as she grumbled. He had never expected her to be the sort of person who took losing or failing badly, but given how stubborn she could sometimes be… perhaps it wasn't as far-fetched as he had first thought.

Unfortunately, she heard him trying to conceal his amusement, and she continued mumbling for a moment longer before staring at him. “I saw that, and it isn't funny! This was a fluke, there’s only two bows I can use properly, and this isn’t like either of them!” she huffed, before taking a deep breath, walking over to him, and thrusting the bow into his hands. “How about you try? If my attempt was so amusing, then that must surely mean that you can do better than me.”

He barely had the chance to protest before she had more or less pushed him onto the mark indicated on the ground to shoot the target from. “Elyse, I wasn’t laughing at-“ He stopped speaking when he saw her hands on her hips and the raised eyebrow that she was giving him. “Oh, for the love of... Fine.”

Seemingly satisfied with his decision to go along with her demands, she called Elrindir over to ask for three more arrows.

It had been a while since he had used a bow himself, so he didn't have any high expectations of what he would be able to achieve, but… well, Elyse's arrows had barely made it halfway to the target. He was confident that he could manage at least a bit closer if he hadn't allowed himself to get too rusty in his abilities.

Balgruuf could feel Elyse’s eyes on him expectantly as he took one of the arrows he had been given, held the bow up, positioned his hands and arms, before letting the arrow loose. It sailed through the air, passing over the scattered arrows from her failed attempts, before embedding itself into the target. It wasn’t quite on the centre, but was decently close enough all things considered.

A quiet tut came from his side. “Show off. Probably just luck...”

The same happened with the second arrow. It was much closer to the edge of the target, but the wind had ended up picking up and no doubt had an impact on his aim. Elyse inhaled sharply at the very moment the arrow had landed, and from the corner of his eyes he could see her start fidgeting.

When the third arrow landed on the target she didn’t audibly react, but when he turned to face her, she had a dumbfounded stare plastered across her face. That look was quick to turn into a pout accompanied by her folding her arms over as he started laughing once more. She genuinely didn't take losing well at all.

[lazykim12]

ANOTHER SLUGTERRA AU EXPLANTION- SMALL LORE DUMPING POST-🗣 ok (kinda fanfic? Idk-)

So I got motivation to post more about the au and what happens differently than cannon, so here’s what happened to Will shane, since he still disappears, but from a different villain! I finally came up with a name- and now gonna explain what sort of happens to Will!

(Redemption Au)

…

Present:

Just like the show, Will patrol’s the caverns, Burpy seemed to be upset, due to Dr.Blakk, they don’t got along still, will just laughs it off, and jokes around but also goes to Blakk’s defense.

“Settle down Burpy, I know he's a bit…uh Harsh at times, but believe me, he's great”

Burpy didn't seem to lighten up but he just settled on will’s shoulder, suddenly a noise was heard in the distance, so Will immediately looks down to burpy, burpy gave him a look back, also suspicious, Will pulled off his blaster, and his eyes immediately averted to the direction, He hesitates, but manages to walk over, making sure to keep his guard on high alert, burpy was high alert too, unaware of the danger that awaited him.

He looks all over, he finds nothing, perhaps it was his imagination? He looks at Burpy who shrugs, Then he hears a sudden noise, the sound of a blaster, then something is coming his direction, burpy squeaked, a slinger was behind him. Shooting at him before immediately hiding before getting caught.

He moved just in time before he got hit, he had noticed it was a rammstone for a quick second, he didn't hesitate in immediately loading his blaster, and aiming in the direction.

Grabbing a Hop-rock, but his eyes widened, when he saw nothing, which confused him.

His head darted in the direction, what was going on?

Just then he felt a harsh impact on his back, he fell to the floor, Black clouded his vision for a moment, his head turned around, just in time he saw someone? He wasn’t sure what to do, since he couldn’t see the slinger, so he grabbing a slug, before getting it ready to blast it at whoever the person was, he was slightly falling unconscious, he grabbed his blaster tight, he could hear burping panicking.

“Why am I already losing?”

“No I can’t…”

But unfortunately, he ended up critically injured, and thrown into a black hole made by a slug the slinger made, into the unknown, just like in cannon,…as he sends Burpy off to find Eli, and dr. Blakk…before disappearing.

“find Thaddius!…give him the letter!…go!”

. . .

Black couldn’t believe it, where was he? He couldn’t find will Shane anywhere, dr.Blakk immediately gets worried but assumes will is in a far away mission, that is until Burpy shows up, this alerts Blakk, as will always had burpy with him, he assumes that will is injured, but then burpy starts leading him somewhere, into the shane hideout.

He felt more panicked by the second, searching, he looks, and finds the letter will left him behind, his eyes widened, Will had fallen?..what had happened? (The letter is the same one that Will tells burpy to give to Eli, expect it’s written a little different obviously)

“Is he dead?…no..he can’t be. Dammit!”

Blakk didn’t like this, he didn’t like this feeling as it began reminding him of the same panic, hesitation when he was a child, Will’s disappearance causes him to go a bit depressed, as Will was the only person he had left in his life that he cared about, so his mood drops instantly, he’s still nice just a bit more gloomy.

By the end of it, Blakk crumbles the paper, frustrated and for the first time in a while, he cries a little..but deep down his pride and toughness forbids him from letting the emotions out.

Just like the paper asked, Blakk heads over to the spot, where the drop is, and shoots Burpy just like requested.

Where Burpy goes off to Eli to alert him too with the letter.

While An angry Black heads back home.

. . .

After Eli turns 15 and heads down to slugterra:

Eli was aware Dr.Blakk could be a little angry at times, and he understood, by the way his father described Dr.blakk, it seemed they really cared about each other, and he knew his father worried for Dr.Blakk, especially about his past.

Dr.Blakk began their training after his arrival in slugterra, Where Dr.Blakk gave him a head start on things, gave him information he would need, and trained him with slug slinging.

The tournament didn’t start until a few days later, so he meets Trixie, kord and pronto after staying in slugterra for a few days, it goes the exact same way, expect the ghoul slug incident, instead Eli wins the tournament, with a sort of proud Blakk standing by and watching.

While Eli forms his Shane gang, dr.Blakk trains him as well, making him more prepared and ready. (Mentioned this before.)

Eli was way better with handling slugs than dr.Blakk..

Dr.Blakk looked at him sometimes, he looked away, giving a small smirk.

“Just like your father…”

. . .

Dr.Blakk was stressing…frustrated as he did his experiments,the Shang gang could notice, they were worried, especially Eli…he visited Blakk once…he could see that dr.Blakk was frustrated…he entered into the office where dr.Blakk did his studies. (Blakk’s citadel is bassicly a 2nd home, with him also sort of living in the shane hideout, but with will gone he stays in the citadel more- and the citadel does not look like how it did In the show, it looks less..in a way intimating, just looks like a normal factory, and is built in a more natural environment, not too far from the shane hideout.)

Eli looks over Blakk’s shoulder, seeing some papers and such of some studies, experiments and such…Eli sighed, he didn’t know what to say, since he was grieving too.

“…Hey…We'll find my father….I promise..”

Eli said…worried…Blakk looked over…he sighed..he wanted to believe Eli’s words…he just..didn’t know anymore…and he especially wanted to find whoever made Will fall…or whoever took him away, just so he could get Will justice for what had happened.

😭- (okay that’s it! Next lore dump will probably be a young thaddius and will again! Just a nice scene between them!

Then I’ll go back to posting some art of the au!- 💪 (I’m trying to keep motivation-)

[korgbelmont]

Male MC (Will Redgrave) x Charlie Smith

Part 3 - Finale

A year has passed since Will and Charlie came to the modern age, and now they look for one more piece of the puzzle for answers about the past...

Written in the present tense

Part 2

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @jerzwriter

Warnings: Use of a gun

Word Count: 1128

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

An Alternate Path made on cooltext.com

I was thinking about this post I made ages ago, and decided to write a story sort of based on it

ONE YEAR LATER

Having made a career change from aspiring actor to treasure hunter, Will, along with his partner in both business and life, Charlie, slowly get closer to the co-ordinates.

Charlie - Nearly there. That looks like the temple in the distance.

Will grabs some binoculars, looking through them.

Will - Didn't look like this last time.

He hands them to Charlie and takes control of the boat so she can look for herself.

Charlie - Time hasn't been kind to this place.

Will - I'll get the diving gear ready.

After riding the water for a bit longer, Charlie brings the boat to a stop and set up their diving marker before getting into the diving gear. Will give Charlie a thumbs up and she does the same before sitting on the edge and falling back into the water. As they swim down, they find an entrance into the temple and make for it.

Once inside, they switch on their torches and find their way through as they remember, but thankfully without the traps this time. They soon reach the surface of the water after exploring the tunnels, finding themselves in the portal room. The room where everything changed. They swim over to the steps, removing their masks and oxygen tanks before approaching where the portal was, finding only a stone arch.

Charlie - Do you think maybe it can't open again after we came to this time?

Will - I don't know. But maybe someone does...

Charlie - Magdalena.

At the mention of the Pirate Queen's name, the portal opens, the force of it throwing the two off their feet for a moment as Magdalena steps out.

Magdalena - Welcome, William. Charlotte.

Charlie - Your majesty.

The two get to their feet, brushing themselves off.

Magdalena - It is strange, seeing you both like this. What's been a year for you was only moments ago for me.

Will - You mean, when we were still in the eighteen hundreds?

Magdalena - Yes. And I know why you're here.

Charlie - What happened?

Magdalena - The scales balanced once more, allowing your friends to concentrate on their enemies. However, things did not go as the Admiral expected...

THE PAST

Robert looks around, noticing that Will and Charlie are gone.

Robert - What happened?

Edward - They returned to Will's time. Thanks to Magdalena's help.

Oliver - It's over, father.

The two draw their swords, pointing them at the two.

Admiral - Indeed it is son, just not in the way you think.

He draws his pistol, aiming it at Edward.

Admiral - Goodbye, Captain.

Just before he pulls the trigger, Robert grabs the Admiral's arm, sending the shot elsewhere. Edward and Oliver watch in shock as Robert throws the Admiral back, drawing his sword.

THE PRESENT

Magdalena - The last I saw, Oliver took his father prisoner. After that, they went their separate ways.

Will and Charlie share a look of shock.

Will - Maybe getting to stay in the past gave Robert a change of heart...

Charlie - Maybe. But there's something we need to know. Who is Robert?

Magdalena - He was once an Archaeologist, then during one of his digs, he came across a compass. The same compass that took you to the past. And like you, he ended up in the past, but unlike you, it did not go with him.

Charlie - Your compass.

Magdalena - Yes.

Will - So what now?

Magdalena turns her gaze on Will, her mouth forming into a smile.

Magdalena - Live your lives. They will live theirs.

The portal opens and Magdalena steps through. Just as soon, it closes. Leaving Will and Charlie in the silence. She sits on the steps, processing the information. Will sits with her, neither of them saying anything for a few minutes.

Charlie - I want to go home.

Will - Okay.

A few days later, Will and Charlie set their bags down and Charlie grabs the post on the ground and goes through it. But she soon freezes when she sees one in particular addressed to both of them.

Will - Charlie?

Charlie - It's for both of us.

She opens it up to reveal two letters, one typed up, the other handwritten, and much older looking. Charlie reads the typed one first.

Charlie - 'William and Charlotte, please do not find this strange, but we came across this letter with instructions not to deliver it until this year. However, finding you proved easier said than done. We hope you can make sense of it.

Will raises an eyebrow as Charlie opens up the older letter. She covers her mouth in shock. Once she has read it, she hands the letter to Will so he can read it.

Dear Will & Charlie,

I hope this letter finds you in your new lives in the future. Whilst it may have been months for you, it has been decades for me. But our time together remains as fresh as if it happened only hours ago.

I am honoured to have been able to call you both my friends, and know that I, as well as Oliver and the crew have lived well. And that is how I hope you live your lives. Lives with no regrets.

Whilst time has not given us a chance to reunite, I hold you both, along with everyone in our lives in my heart. And should this letter find a way to you, think of it as a way of keeping all of us with you.

Live well, Edward

Will wipes a few tears from the corners of his eyes and Charlie wraps him in a hug.

Charlie - I love you.

Will - I love you too.

THE PAST

On the beach, Oliver puts his bound father in a rowboat before turning to Edward.

Oliver - So this is it. Where we part ways.

Edward - It would seem so.

Oliver bats a glance at his father's naval ship, a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

Oliver - That said, I should remind you that piracy is against the law. But... If you were to commandeer my father's vessel, I may allow you a head start.

Knowing what Oliver is saying, Edward extends his hand, and Oliver shakes it.

Edward - Good luck.

Later, Edward stands at the wheel of his new ship with Robert at his side.

Edward - I'm thinking we should rename this vessel.

Robert - And which god were you thinking this time?

Edward shakes his head.

Edward - No gods. Just an extraordinary person. Charlotte.

Robert laughs lightly.

Robert - As you wish, Captain.

The two share a nod as they sail onto the next chapter of their lives.

[jessjustplay]

I finished (the main story of) God of War!

September 22, 2024

I saw the credits roll after I wrapped up the main story of God of War last night. I wanted to see the story play out so I focused on the main story tasks list. I'm glad I did because now I feel like I have "freedom" to just wander around completing side-quest stuff. Which I plan on doing, eventually.

God of War is definitely a good game. I had a lot of fun with the battles, they were fast and chaotic (in a fun way). Aiming Atreus's arrow was hard at first, but you get used to it. Fighting with the ax, barehanded, and then with the blades was beyond cool.

The one battle-related thing I regret is activating a skill that stopped me from recalling the ax over and over. It was frustrating when Kratos would start attacking with the ax instead of staying put. That's not what I want! Before activating the skill (I have no idea which one it was), I was able to stay in the same spot and throw the ax then recall it without issue, over and over. The good ol' days.

Mimir was a great addition to the team. I liked his accent and his funny comments. I liked that he called Kratos "Brother" and Atreus "Little Brother." The dwarves were funny, but at the very end I noticed this was very much a "Bro" game. So many guys, with the exception of one woman (Freya) who is portrayed as a mad woman at the end. Fun. So cool. We love to see it. [sarcasm]

Endgame stats!

There isn't any EXP in this game, so it seemed like the only way I was "leveling up" was by crafting and upgrading equipment. Which is fine, I guess, but I definitely prefer EXP or AP or some sort of system where fighting = leveling up.

Commentary/Thoughts:

After Freya saved Atreus, he was giving Kratos a bit of the silent treatment. I like that Kratos acknowledged the silence.

Nice little detail here.

And this was just silly. Very cute.

Shout out to the game devs for giving me anxiety with these puzzles.

Atreus lost his mother's knife saving Kratos, so it was nice that Kratos gave him a new one. One that he made for himself and for his son. Cute.

After Atreus learned he was a god, he got a major attitude! It was really interesting to see himself get such a big ego from learning what he is. I think even Kratos was shocked and worried about the attitude change. It was quite touching to see Kratos attribute Atreus's goodness to his mother, saying something along the lines of "You will honor your mother" when telling him to be better.

It was cute to see Sindri and Brok back together. Sibling love is interesting!

Same, Mimir. Same.

This part reminded me of being inside that whale in Kingdom Hearts. lol

This dude's whole story is about "feeling" anger that he can't feel anything (except anger, I guess!). Which I find very interesting. Reminds me of Tales of Berseria and how Velvet would say that feeling pain is a sign you're alive.

Also! I'm glad the green arrows finally came into play. Ever since Freya took them from Atreus and called them wicked, I was like, "What the heck?? WHY? I need more info!?" Sindri gave them to us, which made me distrust him for awhile. It makes sense now that she didn't like them because she knew they could break the spell on Baldur. Smh.

Not a fan of Freya being portrayed as a mad woman at the end. I mentioned at the beginning of this post that this game is very much a "Bro" game, as in, there are a lot of male characters. So to see the one woman in the game get overwhelmed and overcome by her emotions sucked.

However, Kratos said he understood her behavior and that he would also do the same (choose to die if it meant to save Atreus) which I think was a good detail to include. If this declaration from Kratos had not been included, it would have been too easy to dismiss Freya as a wild woman full of uncontrollable emotions, but having Kratos say that he would do the same makes her actions seem understandable, but I still think unreasonable.

Atreus is a good kid right now, so if Kratos died to save him, it would make sense. But Baldur was not a good person, and if Atreus turns "bad", then it also would not make sense for Kratos to save him either. I think Freya was in the wrong for wanting to save Baldur, yes even though he is her son. He wanted to kill her! Surely that is a sign there is something unhinged in your child's brain, heart, soul!? (shrugs)

I'm interested to see if she shows up in the next game.

At least Mimir seems to agree with me that it doesn't make a lot of sense.

So as far as the ending, I like the reveal of the mom actually being a Giant. Atreus is both god and Giant... interesting! This quick look at this mural in particular is also intriguing. To me, it looks like a snake coming out of Atreus's mouth and possibly connected to Kratos. Maybe it represents a circle or never-ending cycle, but who knows.

When Kratos killed Baldur, he said the cycle ends there. Kratos killed his father, and apparently this happens a lot with the gods lol. So it'll be interesting if this is Atreus killing Kratos or just him holding a dead Kratos, or if this even happens at all? I DONT KNOW. (I'm also not a pro on Greek or Nordic mythology.)

Cute little moment, he called him "Son" directly.

And this was interesting. Atreus is Loki??? Not sure how that will play out. They don't seem to like Odin or Thor in this world, who are portrayed positively in the Marvel universe while Loki is portrayed as a mischievous god, so... will Loki have good qualities in this game? I mean, so far he does. But again, I DONT KNOW.

Yeah I'm not doing a New Game+ any time soon, but like I said at the beginning of this post, I would like to revisit this game to do some of the side stuff that I didn't finish. I did fight one Valkyrie, but I kept dying at the very end each time. Maybe Kratos needs more HP because I got really close to killing the Valkyrie, I just couldn't find any green heals to stay alive.

Overall, a good game! I'm counting this as a "Finished" game because the credits rolled. I do not Platinum games because I do not care about digital trophies lol.

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No I'm mad because. Because when Fracesca kissed Mr Kilmartin at her own wedding she made a face of, clearly, dislike, and I wondered why she did that but I didn't think further. And now she meets his cousin and looks at her like that???

There's so much to explore here IF Shonda is explicitly making Francesca's character a lesbian (I just saw a post saying that Michaela is actually Michael in the books, and I've never read the books, but it's clear Francesca is straight in the books). Like is it believable that this woman did not know she was exclusively lesbian until she touched a man and felt nothing but physical disgust? Fine, I'll accept that, she's living in a lesbophobic society where any woman's sexual interests are heavily suppressed. But the idea that she's never conceived of being interested in women until her current age (what...20?) because she specifically met one single woman she's attracted to??? That part I find difficult to believe, and more so I am super grossed out that she's already just married a man. Like I get that she never touched anyone with romantic intent until her wedding kiss... (this is why dating before marriage is so important even if it's mild barely-physical dating btw) but it's just absolutely unhinged to put a lesbian in this position jesus christ but anyway it's still within the realm of believability I'm just super mad ab it so back to the part that ISN'T so believable - repressed or not, lesbians DO encounter attraction to women earlier in life throughout their life. As a lesbian who was fucking!!!! Repressed!!!!! I would KNOW this. I look back at my younger self all the time with the dawning realization at things I've done/experienced in regards to women I was attracted to (proposing to my kindergarten teacher, trying to befriend a quiet girl at school that was soooo fascinating to me (crush), etc etc I'm not exposing my wilder stuff) and I think if Francesca is being portrayed as a lesbian (instead of bi) they should definitely have some sort of indication of this PRIOR interest in women, because that would at least click a few things into place within the realm of believability

However if Francesca is to be bisexual, all this goes up in smoke bec it makes perfect sense that she might not have realized an attraction to women (many bi people express that they had to discover attraction to the same sex later in life) BUT they put in that scene of her face after kissing her newlywed husband which is why I'm assuming they're not aiming for bi, they're aiming for lesbian. And I really hope this isn't going to be yet another terrible portrayal of a lesbian character