#this one was so unnecessarily difficult to record

[tboy-boone]

hello and welcome to my lost dub of the glasses diagnosis scene

[the-kipsabian]

i got an email inviting me to do video replies for job interview questions

huh

[yanderestarangel]

did u delete a fic? i swear i saw a tio!miguel fic earlier today

a/n: hi angel! thank you for asking, in fact there was an age restriction and I decided to delete it, I'll take advantage of your comment and repost it. ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

"TIO" MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER

𝐓𝐖: dark plot, toxic relationship, power play, non con, dub con, manipulation, age gap, step!incest (non-blood uncle), invasion of privacy, stalking, threat, dead dove, dark smut, latino ftm reader, femboy reader, jealousy, aggressive sex, recorded sex, dom!miguel, v!sex, blowjob, spanish nicknames, send nudes, degradation, objectification, AU, male x male, porn plot, long fic, brain rot, creampie, blackmail.

Family parties were normal for your family, getting together some close relatives and celebrating on any weekend, always with plenty of music and laughter filling your ears, was annoying at times, but you couldn't say 'no' to a tradition.

You felt the cold of the night breeze enter your skin, each hair left its place accompanied by a strange chill ── you were being watched, and you knew very well who it was... Tio Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara was a friend of your father, a mysterious and serious man, even though your family welcomed him as if he shared the same blood, he still had the same look of rigidity and seriousness ── no one knew much about his past, if he had some relationship or family before moving to your city years ago, but it was only said that he worked as a caretaker on some local farms ── which made him earn too much money for a simple caretaker, but that matter was not touched by no one in your family.

You obeyed the strict rule of calling him "Uncle" or "Tio", since when he arrived, when his eyes met yours, it was as if something awakened in his core ── a flame lost for years, now burning in his soul, and you it was the kerosene that made this fire worse.

Your attention returned to reality, seeing the tanned man go to the place where you were, sitting next to you; muscular legs crammed into the black jeans he always wore, with a weather-beaten dress shirt that had previously been white, now appeared to be a light vanilla shade, hugging the girth of his robust muscles. He had a cold, fresh can of beer in his right hand, while his left went towards his hair, arranging some loose strands that insisted on falling on his forehead, his lips formed a thin line, the corners turned down in disapproval ── The sight of you hiding from the celebration hurt him, a pang of possessiveness invaded his chest, soon remembering the things he had seen, however, before touching on the topic of rupture the words came out softly from his throat.

"What is wrong, carinõ?"

He asked softly, hand reaching out to take yours gently. His grip was firm but not unnecessarily tight, calloused skin warm against your own.

"You should be out there, dancing and laughing with your family... You seem thoughtful mi principito"

You sighed in response, quickly explaining that you weren't in a party mood, your hands went back to the cell phone that was previously in your pocket, making the Mexican's eyes narrow in response to such an act. O'Hara took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs, then crushing the drink can in his hand and turning to you, he knew exactly what he wanted to know and he wanted the truth.

"Who was that boy, mi vida?”

He questioned, pulling you closer to his frame as the music swelled around you. His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, you felt the burn of heat on his body, the smell of expensive men's perfume and cheap alcoholic drink.

"You were speaking so intimately with him..."

His voice was a low purr, tinged with warning.

"This is our moment, just us... I dropped that phone." That was a threat, making you make a quick excuse ── after all, you knew exactly what he was talking about, you were going out with "Hobbie Brown", a friend from your college, but you didn't expect your uncle to have seen the two of you together (but it wasn't very difficult, you and the boy always clung to each other even if you didn't have anything officially. )

You moved away from Miguel's heat, before the sensation was still tolerable, but now it seemed like a violent flame and about to explode like a time bomb. Your mouth opened, speaking sweet lies, trying to mask the fact that you were going out with Hobbie ── you knew that the best way was to lie, even if it didn't do anything, you had already seen how your non-sanguine uncle acted like a crazy man when you were around people other than him. Miguel's eyebrows arched in disbelief, dark brows furrowing deeply. "Tell me, corazón, is there something you wish to confess to me?"

He asked, tilting his head curiously. His gauze lingered on your lips, as if he could taste the lie on them. "I see what happens around me, my heart."

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

"And I do not like it... Do not lie to me, mi angel, because the next lie I hear from your sweet lips, you'll regret it." The sound of his voice was a low rumble, like thunder on the horizon. He pulled you close again, his lips brushing your ear softly.

"You play with fire... Mi pequeño."

His voice was a whisper now, his breath warm against your skin.

"And one day, that fire will burn you."

He released you then, stepping back with a harsh exhale. His eyes were stormy, his features set in a hard line. Miguel stared at you for a moment, as if he could read your thoughts, as if he could feel your fear ── Finally, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"If I ever hear of another man touching you like that again... I will end him." He muttered, downing a large gulp of his drink before setting the bottle down on the table. You watched him leave, the loud footsteps on the raw cement floor were enough to tell you that he was angry. The rest of the party was strange, you felt tio Miguel's eyes on you, even though the atmosphere was pleasant for the other participants in your family, everything had gotten worse after the confrontation you had with the man ── you thought about telling about your uncle's strange behavior towards your father, but you knew it wouldn't help, they would just defend Miguel and say that you were exaggerating... But you felt like you weren't.

You went to your room, while you saw the tall man's shadow in the hallway, bumping into the walls because he was too drunk to think or stand on his feet ── you saw him leaning on your door frame, while you asked calmly if he needed some help. Miguel's eyes met his, his vision slightly blurred from the alcohol he had consumed. He licked his lips, his gaze roaming your body hungrily, but he didn't act, only a sob and a sad laugh left his lips, while he showed his white canines.

"You are mi ninõ. You always have been and always will be... There is no escaping your destiny."

He babbled, his words filled with drink, but he was serious, like he had never spoken before, you could see a mix of dark emotions that burned in his brown orbits, each word, no matter how slurred it was, carried a clear truth that could not be said aloud by several taboos.

His hands reached out, gripping your arms tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving small red marks.

"Don't forget this... You would never lie to your Uncle right? I will protect you... Incluso si es de ti mismo."

He leaned closer, his breathing heavy and laced with the smell of whiskey.

"But I will also punish you if you disobey me."

He let go of you then, frowning as he looked at the marks he had left on your arms.

"Go to bed now."

He mumbled, turning away from you and stumbling towards the door.

"Sleep well, my precious boy."

His voice was filled with alcohol, spite and a twisted desire ── the latter making his gaze linger on you for a moment longer, as he staggered out, ignoring everything and everyone around him, you tried to ignore the burning in your stomach, a mixture of fear and a bittersweet heat near your stomach, you were maybe just very tired... Right? You pushed away the thoughts that consumed your mind, trying to grab the fog of sleep that you tried to achieve, you hoped for a good day... But little did you know what fateful destiny had planned.

You woke up to your parents cleaning the house, it was a hot and irritating Sunday, you woke up sweaty and to the loud sounds of rooms being dragged from one place to another ── you really didn't want to be there, so your father told you to go to your uncle Miguel's house, even though you insisted on saying the opposite, that you could handle the chaos at home and help them, but your parent just repeated the phrase and sent you to keep O'Hara company at his house.

Everything would be better than facing him again.

You wore your most comfortable and cool dress for that sultry summer day ── your breasts bounced and you felt the coolness of the wind blowing beneath your legs, reaching your thighs and panties, an adorable boy, on the way to the wolf's house.

Walking under the sun until you saw Miguel's house in a rural area and away from the common neighborhood, you called his name, soon seeing the man come completely sweaty and shirtless, still wearing the same pants from yesterday, while drying his sweat of his brow, letting you into his comfort.

"Fine."

He grumbled, he turned around, taking you home without saying another word. The tension between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words.

As you entered the house, you noticed a slight disorder. Miguel's usually immaculate house really needed some cleaning. He gestured for you to sit on the couch.

"Your father said you were coming..." He sighed with a hand on his hips as he looked at you steadily. "That's good, now we can continue our conversation from yesterday, okay? I want the truth my boy, give me your cell phone, unlocked... After all, you have nothing to hide from me right... You and Hobbie are just good friends... Right?" His voice carried that threatening and authoritarian tone again, you stuttered but when you saw your uncle's look you swallowed hard and accepted your fate, obviously you had spicy messages on your cell phone, but what could you do? Running unfortunately wasn't an option, neither was screaming, you were trapped in a spider's web, and in the possessive man's judgmental gaze.

"Now. Give it to me. Or else you know what I'm capable of."

He repeated as you handed him the electronic device ─ and it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for... Miguel's eyes narrowed as he flipped through the messages on his phone. His grip tightened around the device, his knuckles turning white. A mixture of anger, jealousy and hurt crossed his face as he read the explicit messages and saw the intimate photos, you were really with that boy... You were doing everything behind his back.

"How dare you show your body to that piece of shit!"

His voice was laced with bitterness and disappointment. He threw the phone onto the table, the screen cracking on impact.

"Do you think you can send nudes to some random boy and get away with it?"

He took a step towards you, his expression darkening.

"Did he make you wet? Did he make you excited?" His words came out like venom, his hand shot out, grabbing your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. Miguel's grip on his chin tightened, his fingers digging into his flesh. His angry eyes fixed on his, his expression filled with a mixture of possessiveness and pain.

"I expected everything... Except that, I'm tired, tired of just being seen as your fucking uncle... I can give you so much more than that boy ever could. I can make you scream, make you beg for more. But you need to understand that you are mine."

His voice was filled with a desperate need, a desire that was both warm and terrifying. He pressed his body against his, his erection evident through his jeans. You tried to protest again, in vain, you just felt O'Hara's thick lips on yours, it was strong, his tongue dominating his as he held you tightly. His hand guided your trembling hand to his hard, throbbing erection, pressing it against the fabric of his pants. He let out a low growl of pleasure, the sound vibrating against your lips.

"You always make me hard on boy... So fucking hard." He continued kissing you fiercely, your free hand moving to grip his waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. He pressed your body against his again, now the bulge of his pants rubbing against your thigh. The intensity of his touch and the raw desire in his eyes made your own body respond, despite the fear and confusion, it was so wrong, but it felt right at the same time.

"Do you think you can show yourself like that to anyone? Do you think there will be no consequences?"

He pushed you back, guiding you towards the couch again ─ his hands exploring your body with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

"Strip for me, baby boy. Show me that body you dared to share with someone else. Show me what only I should see."

His voice was commanding, his eyes burning of lust and anger. He watched as you hesitantly complied, removing your clothes piece by piece, revealing your naked form to him ── your dress was discarded somewhere in the room, your breasts bounced while your nipples became hard from contact with the air, your pussy was already wet, a simple kiss had done that to you.

He looks at you with admiration... All of that was for him, a banquet of the gods, he wasn't going to leave you in punishment, no matter how angelic you were, he was going to reduce you to a dumb and beautiful mess, totally broken for him.

"Look at you... So eager to please, so desperate for my touch. Did just one kiss from does your uncle get you this wet?"

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he took hold of his cell phone, opening the camera app with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Well, since you were so willing to show yourself to that boy, I think it's only fair that I capture this moment. Don't you agree, my precious angelito?"

He positioned himself in front of you, his cock springing free from his pants. The sight of his naked arousal feels a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. He pulled you down to your knees, his grip firm on the back of your head.

"Suck it," he commanded "Let the world see what a slut you've become."

You hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. But the thought of defying him only fueled his anger further. With a mixture of trepidation and submission, you wrapped your lips around his throbbing length, your tongue swirling around his head. He groaned, his grip tightening in his hair as he began recording your submissive act.

"You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Such a good boy, taking it all in."

He continued to record, capturing each salacious moment as you eagerly pleasured him. The taste of his cock and the sound of his moans filled your senses, heightening your own pleasure. Your body responded, the tingling warmth between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment.

"No one else gets to taste you like this. You're my slutty boy, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He spoke as the fat and hot tip of his member hit your throat repeatedly, making you choke and connect your nose with his groin, the lack of air making you momentarily see stars as he let you breathe again.

As Miguel reached his climax, he grunted and released a hot jet of cum into your mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, feeling the pulsing sensation as he emptied himself into your mouth. The taste of his essence filled your senses, mixed with the bitter-sweet humiliation of the situation. Once he had finished, he withdrew his dick from your mouth, his grip firm on your face. He forced you to open your mouth wide, showing your dirty tongue, coated with his cum, to the camera. The sadistic glint in his eyes only intensified as he instructed you to swallow it all.

You obediently complied, gulping down his cum, heavy tears ran down your body, while his thumb pulled your cheek to show him even more of your oral cavity.

"Look at the camera....You look like a damn porn star... A filthy, little porn star."

You barely had time to react, then the man trapped you beneath him again ─ his thighs separated yours, while he looked at your cunt milking the air with so much excitement, making him laugh mockingly and dominantly ─ without prior warning, his thick cock entered your wet pussy, stretching you to your limits and causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to surge through your body. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, granting him unrestricted access to your most intimate parts.

As he thrust into you, Miguel focused the camera on your tear-streaked face, capturing every moment of your vulnerability and submission.

You were a mess of conflicting emotions, a beautiful sight to him as he reveled in his dominance over you, The desire makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong ── soon you find yourself thrusting your hips onto his cock, whimpering pathetically as you moan his name.

"Mmm, you're such a buen chico para mí.. such a good and beautiful pussy... You hid it from me for so long... But you showed it so easily to that bastard... You disappoint your uncle sometimes, boy."

His hand left the camera momentarily, his fingers finding your clit, caressing it in a way that made your moans intensify, he watched your reactions closely, moaning with lips parted, as he looked directly into your teary eyes.

"See, I knew you'd love this, aren't you? Oh, sí... Mierda- Eres tan apretado chico".

Then, with the peaks of moans and pounding of flesh on flesh, his grunts grew louder and more primal as he climaxed. With one final thrust, he released his hot sperm deep inside your pulsating pussy, filling you with his essence. When he pulled out, the camera captured the evidence of your intimate connection, showing the mixture of his cum and your own juices. Your pussy clenched and milked the air, aching for more even after he finished.

"You've taken all of my cum... Un buen chico para tu tio."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction mixed with a tinge of shame as you watched your body respond to his touch.

He smiles at the video on his cell phone, while looking at you with a dangerous glare.

"Now you're going to be a good putito... After all, you don't want this to leak out to our family, do you?"

You had no choice, and maybe you didn't even want to... Miguel had broken you, as he always wanted, you were his now, only his.

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[talesof-old]

friends? | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x reader

warning(s): nothing really, slight mentions of infidelity, breakups due to inappropriately close friendships, slightly rushed and not edited/proofread

word count: 1k

a/n: i’m so sorry this took me so long i lost track of time

masterlist

bsf!james potter + realizations

“You spend all day with him, what else am I supposed to believe!”

Your boyfriend’s—or rather, your ex-boyfriend’s—words were still on your mind, even a week later. A year down the drain, for what? You sighed and closed your Charms textbook. Studying would have to wait for another day.

Your books and parchment were shoved into your bag and then you were exiting the library, ready to put on one of your sad records and wallow in your dorm.

As you made your way to Gryffindor tower, you hear your name being called. You turned. James, followed by his three friends, all looking rather bemused. Your heart beats faster. What was once second nature, a smile and greeting, now proved far more difficult than you could’ve imagined.

James fell into step next to you, fingers intertwining with yours in a motion that appeared as easy as breathing. Your smile faltered before you caught yourself. Holding hands was normal between friends, wasn’t it? Affection came naturally when you cared for people. James squeezed your hand before all but dragging you through the Fat Lady’s portrait.

Unceremoniously, he dropped his bags at the foot of the unoccupied couch and flopped down, bringing you down with him. You fell against the plush cushions, belt digging into your waist.

“You alright? Y’seem a bit…off.” You nod your head. It was no use rehashing the events that had led up to this point. Instead, your gaze turned to where your hands were joined.

You wondered when the lines of friendship blurred between you and James. Before, you’d taken your friends’ teasing in stride, assuming they were just taking the piss at the two of you. Sure, James was attractive and unnecessarily attentive, but that was just James.

He knew all of your mutual friends schedules, knew what they liked or didn’t, always cared for each of you. The thought that he treated you in a different way hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Sirius cackled to your left and you glanced over, watching as his cheeks went red and he shook his head at Remus. You raised a brow. Had you really gotten so caught up in everything that you hadn’t noticed? Heat rushed to your face as you thought back to your boyfriend’s breaking point.

Abba blared in the Common Room, plastic cups littering every available surface filled with some far too strong mixed concoction. Lily had abandoned you to dance with Mary, leaving you nodding along to the music. Your boyfriend would likely be arriving any moment. A Hufflepuff, talented and charismatic, who’d somehow managed to sweep you off your feet in the middle of Divination class.

“There you are.” An arm wrapped around your shoulder. You flinched, your drink sloshing as you turned to gaze at the boy. James’ smile was crooked as he leaned closer to you, pupils dilated. You grinned back, nudging his ribs to curl into his side. He rubbed your shoulder.

“I couldn’t find you earlier, thought maybe you’d abandoned me for some book upstairs.” You rolled your eyes. Someone yelled from across the room, the sound followed by several drunken hollers. You turned to face him. James’ face was barely two inches from yours, eyes unblinking behind his glasses. You raised a brow.

James just grinned, squeezing your shoulders. Your cup was discarded almost immediately as he started guiding you towards the table. Two punches were gleaming in the light, though you could’ve sworn one was far pinker than you remember it being.

“What did you lot do?”

He gasped in mock offense. “Us? You think so lowly of your friends that you assume we’ve messed with the punch?”

Your blank look had him caving.

“Alright, maybe Pads added something.” You huffed a laugh.

“Just be care-“ Another student bumped into you, sending you falling into James’ chest. A ruckus started from where a group of Gryffindors began wrestling. You shook your head.

James turned you around. “You alright?” Perhaps if you’d been paying attention, you would’ve noticed just how close he was, and noted the way he held you.

But you didn’t. However someone else, watching the whole thing, did. He’d made a point to stay back and see if his suspicions held any truth. James Potter was in love with you, even if you couldn’t admit it.

You let James drag you over to your friends, plopping you down on the couch before settling down next to you. With your affectionate disposition, it was only natural to nestle into his side. Sirius wiggled his eyebrows at you; your friend’s teasing would only be taken as a lighthearted jab.

For the moment, you just savored the warmth of James beside you. In the presence of your friends you felt safe and understood. Perhaps that’s why you never questioned it. James pressed a quick kiss to your temple as he leaned forward to grab his drink.

That was enough for your boyfriend. Playing second to James was not a game he wanted in on. And for you to be so oblivious to it all? The sharp sting of betrayal was ample enough reason to show that it was time to bring things to an end.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts. There was no point in dwelling on the awful conversation you’d had with your ex. The realizations you’d had since that night were enough to occupy your time. James wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Briefly tensing before melting into his embrace, you leaned your head against his arm. Despite the hurt you felt from your boyfriend seemingly suddenly breaking up with you, the freedom you now had to question yourself was exhilarating. Perhaps you’d figure out what all this meant, with time. Maybe you could find it in yourself to pay more attention to the actions of a particular friend.

James squeezed your hand. You turned, looking up at him with questioning eyes. “We’re going to the kitchens to grab a few things, you coming with?”

You shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”

+++

[lxvvie]

Ooooo I got a couple of ideas 👀👀

After looking at some of the comic panels they’re in together, they lowkey act like exs

So maybe…

Either Ghost or Mace (because he’s part of the shadow company) gets loaned out to either team for a mission, and discovers the other is still around

(I’m playing fast and loose with the canons because we don’t know 2019 Ghost’s backstory) Ghace had broken up right before Ghost got sent out on the Roba mission. Mace hasn’t seen Ghost since Roba, and genuinely thought he died, although he never stopped looking. Ghost, because he’s been declared legally dead, didn’t really have any record of him coming back.

Fast forward to when they see each other again. First the avoidance, the drama, why didn’t you tell me you’re alive, i thought you were dead, why would you even want to see me again, and all that

This is a longer mission, so they eventually resolve it, but you know what they don’t resolve? the sexual tension. Going at each other HARD during sparring, pinning each other to the floor in suggestive manners, homoerotiscm in the showers,

Now as for reader, I have two ideas. One is civilian reader who’s ghost’s girl. He comes home feeling guilty about these feelings, confesses it to her, and shows her a picture of who he’s talking about. Reader is just like “he down for a threeway”

Or, reader is a medic for 141 who either gets loaned out along with ghost, or she help’s mace when he comes. And she is also ghost’s girl.

And reader is used to working with difficult personalities, so she quickly builds trust with Mace and he realizes that God damn she’s nice too

Either way, it’s gonna end up in a sandwich and someone’s not gonna be able to walk.

Maybe It’ll be ghost getting tag-teamed to hell and back by letting Mace bounce him on his dick while reader rides him to tears

Maybe Mace takes a trip to Paris to see the eiffel tower, with Simon drilling him into the bed and reader sat on his face

Or perhaps dear reader is getting her back blown out while by two unnecessarily big men. Cockdrunk and barely coherent enough to beg them to PLEASE never stop

I’m sorry this is so long, I like to yap 😭

I just want you to know that I fucks Ghace x Reader and I fucks with all of this 💯 . Every. Damn. Scenario.

And if you thought Ghost was fucking nasty, Mace is downright disgusting. Makes you wonder what they were like when it was just them but now? Holy fucking shit. They have your ass crying in the shower because the dick was so good. Too damn good. Demon. Fucking. Dick.

They ask you what you want to eat like they didn't just fuck the shit out of you and you go off on them and start crying again because you miss the dick even though you can still barely stand after the first round lmao.

[nottoofondofgaypeople]

make an unnecessarily long post about vylad :3

Ohhhh boy a Vylad rewrite post, huh?

Vylad is honestly the character I have struggled the most with when conceptualizing when coming up with ideas for this rewrite. In my brain the main timeline MCD Vylad is aro/ace, so I never think about him in the kinds of situations characters are going to end up in.

I think for the sake of this rewrite Vylad is definitely demi both romantic, sexual, and gender. What demi gender? Good question!

Vylad needs an emotional connection with someone in order to feel attraction to them, but forming an emotional bond with Vylad is pretty difficult. In the entirety of this rewrite I think three people end up getting this, and those people are Agnes, Laurance, and Zenix but in a bad way. And two of those people end up dating his brother, and the other one goes a little insane. So Vylad is just not doing great in the dating pool.

Luckily Vylad is a lot more open to talking to people in this rewrite. Once the 15 year gap has passed, they've spent so long without anyone to really talk to that Vylad is a lot more open to communication. Agnes especially gets on his case for this, forcing Vylad to interact with people more because she will not have her baby brother that's older than her and not even her brother be so stand offish.

All my musician head canons I talked about in this post and it's follow up on my main are all canon to this story. Vylad doesn't do conversations the best, but he is able to become total besties with Aaron and Travis around the fire and kind of third wheels as Aaron and Travis are having their homosexual tension, but they don't mind that much. Vylad has always loved just observing people as they exist and do their stupid human shit, watching two dumb dorks fall in love while looking longingly at one another's hands on an instrument is Vylad's soap opera.

If popcorn existed in Ru'aun, Vylad would be addicted to it. I don't know why but this is a headcanon I will fight to the death about now, MCD Vylad would absolutely adore popcorn.

Just thought about MCD Vylad in a dress. Not something too showy, a dress that fully covers their body and is like a dark green maybe, definitely a custom order from Cadenza but one that she is happy to fill. Wait do Vylad and Cadenza even talk in the entirety of mcd?? Well they do in this rewrite because Vylad is way too shy to ask someone else to do it for them. But Cadenza is completely chill about the whole ordeal, asks the standard amount of questions, and when she's getting measurements she checks in with Vylad constantly to make sure he isn't uncomfortable.

And when Cadenza finishes it she just drops it off at Vylad's house. Vylad has a dress now :)

I don't want to ask too much but please if there are any artists that have somehow read this far I need this 🙏🏻

I think Vylad and Cadenza would have a great friendship. She's just so fucking chill despite being wound up as a lord. Vylad may not get it in the sense of being a lord, but he grew up with Garroth as an older brother and literally helped guide Agnes on the path to being a lord, so he understands it's trials and tribulations very well. I want to write a scene of these two getting high and just talking about literally whatever, maybe they make fun of Laurance, or Vylad opens up about what it feels like to be a Shadow Knight because Cadenza has a Shadow Knight as a guard and one as a brother, she fuckin gets it.

I-Is this a new rarepair? I mean, if I take it down that route we do have to acknowledge that Vylad is lowkey rebounding from Laurance to Laurance's sister which... I mean, given Vylad's track record with romance, that completely tracks. Gods even when I let him feel romantic and sexual things they're so bad at it!

Uhh, anyways, I think Vylad's favorite color is a pale green. The color of his mothers eyes because Vylad is such a mama's boy oh my Irene I will never shut up about this! I always headcanon that his scarf was made by his mom, and that's part of why Vylad is so attached to it.

Just had the thought of Vylad and Agnes singing a duet together :)

Vylad is still really shy about their singing voice and panics at the thought of singing in front of others, but they feel calm enough around Agnes that he doesn't mind if it's just the two of them. Don't know what they'd sing. Maybe Wolves of the Revolution as a trio with Garroth. Oh that's eating my brain alive right now.

I think as a teenager Vylad was really unsupervised, so they spent a lot of time just figuring out how to sneak around their estate. He made new secret passages just because he wanted to fuck with Garroth and Zane. I think Vylad was a total prankster, but both of his brothers got sick of it pretty quickly, and their reactions weren't funny anymore.

Give Vylad more chaotic energy when the alliance island is built and operational. Nothing malicious, but sometimes Vylad will just climb in through your window, grab an apple off the counter, give you a wave and then dip out. I want Vylad to disappear for like two and a half months, come back with no explanation and then hand Agnes some ancient artifact that he "just found while exploring." Vylad is the king of not elaborating. He loves hearing people's guesses, but never confirms or denies how accurate they are.

Garroth's guesses are always the closest to being accurate, but he still doesn't entirely understand the person his brother has become. I think Vylad being older than Garroth would be really weird for both of them. Like in Garroth's brain Vylad is younger little small baby brother, but Vylad is a smart ass who always has to correct him and remind Garroth that they're technically older than he is. This is thanks to both Nether time dilation, and Irene Dimension time dilation! The divine really just like fucking with time.

I think I want an entire episode of just Vylad and Hyria talking over tea. I always imagined Hyria being akin to a mother to Vylad as both of them sort of leaned on one another and used each other to cope with the losses in their lives. And Vylad still makes visits every now and then to the enchanted forest to visit Hyria and have a chat with her. I think it'd be neat.

Even funnier if Lucinda shows up to ask Hyria about a witchcraft thing and she just stares at Vylad like "When did you become friends with my mom?" "Before I met you."

One time while Vylad and Travis were practicing a song alone Vylad set down his ocarina, looked Travis in the eye and said "I've explored the entirety of Gal'ruk. No one will ever believe you." The only person who does is Laurance, but he still makes fun of Travis.

Vylad is just a chaotic confusing freak!! I love him!!!

[enam3l]

It's Rockstar!Eddies Birthday and his s.o. has organised an suprise party. What is his reaction and who will attend? 🖤 ( PS: Love your work)

i love this one, it might be my fave request! so naturally i got far too into it and it's no where near a blurb!!

the wish (rockstar eddie x reader) ficlet / fluff / the whole gang / cute joyce

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The problem with dating a rockstar was there was always a party to attend. Eddie was inundated with invites every week: post-gig parties, promotional parties, venue launches and old school house parties. After a couple of months of fame, all those parties just feel the same. This made planning what to do for Eddie's first birthday with you so difficult. There was no denying, your man loved a party but at heart, Eddie was intimate; he felt most comfortable and content with the people he loved the most. 

For nearly all of his life, birthdays were often just another day for an Eddie Munson. His mom gone before he could really remember the occasion and his dad too wasted to remember the actual date. But with Wayne, Eddie's birthday was the only date he ever remembered. Frequently, Wayne often forgot when his own birthday was but his nephews was etched into his brain. Holidays weren't an option at his workplace and money was always tight. Therefore, every year before Eddie could wake up, the older man would go to the bakery the moment it opened and get one cupcake. When Eddie would wake up, he'd be met with a grinning Wayne (a rare sight) a glass of chocolate milk and the prized cupcake with a flickering candle. Despite being told not to, Wayne would scrimp and save throughout the year, any change found down the sofa or in a pocket was added to Eddie's birthday fund. Between each birthday he would gather an amalgamation of trinkets for his nephew, curiosities found in junk shops, cool t-shirts from charity shops and always whatever latest record he'd seen Eddie eye up through the store window. 

Once the candle was out, Eddie would head to school and Wayne to bed for his night shift later. Ignoring his uncles protests, he'd save the cupcake for later; the pair halving it in the evening before Wayne went to work. 

School was spent head down, quieter than usual in a desperate attempt for the student body to never know his birthday and draw more attention to himself. Once he had Hellfire and later the gang, this was still understood by them. The word 'birthday' wasn't uttered until the bell rang and they'd meet at the picnic table and pass some birthday joints around. Hellfire would club together to get gifts that would aid their campaigns, Eddie always insisted if they must get him a gift then it has to be something useful they can all enjoy. So they'd get a new manual, some figurines or cool dice. Then, nicely stoned they'd to Gareth's, curb their munchies with pizza and watch a film. 

The gang entering Eddie's life was the first time people truly made a fuss of his birthday. Heartfelt gifts were bought for him and he could never believe it. Even now he struggles to believe he has people who know and care about him so much that they would spend money on him and on things he'd treasure forever and never buy himself. Then, a real party was thrown at Steve's sprawling house. A tradition held up even once Corroded Coffin moved to New York and made it. Birthdays were always spent in Hawkins. Although whenever Eddie returned back to the city, an unnecessarily extravagant party was thrown by the label. Eddie would watch the bustling room full of people he barely knew who were merely enticed by a the promise of a good time - but it was never his own idea of a good time. 

Without fail, every years wish as he blew out the candle whether it be on Wayne's cupcake, a homemade masterpiece by the gang or a gaudy 4ft cakey monstrosity ordered by his management, the wish was always the same. Eddie wished to have someone by his side. Last birthday, the wish was finally heard. Eddie met you at the beginning of 89 and now November had come back around and he was about to spend his birthday with someone he was in love with, for the first time ever.  

After knowing about Eddie's past birthdays, you decided exactly what he deserved. As per tradition, he travelled back down to Hawkins although this time with you by his side. Sneakily, you'd suggested spending the night before sleeping over at Wayne's so they could have his birthday morning together. When you attempted to slip out the house, you were cornered by your boyfriend, squinted eyes scanning your face in suspicion. 

'Where do you think you're going?'

You put on your best poker face. 

'Letting you have some father son time! Catch up with your old man whilst I do some errands,' you smiled innocently. 

Eddie put on his sulkiest pout.

'But I wanna spend my day with my girl, for the first time everrrr,' he whined. 

'And you will! I'm all yours just give me a couple of hours!'

You put on your sweetest face that he couldn't say no to, pecked him and swept out the door. You slipped away to Eddie's own house in Hawkins. It was beautiful and just very Eddie. Back in New York you now had an apartment together but the status of  where you stood concerning his house was unknown. He'd told you how it had always been his dream house and one day it finally went on sale and he bought it. Eddie was adamant one day this is where he would have a family - when he said this you hoped it was with you. But for now, the house was the venue for this evening. No ragers or anything, you'd decided to have something special because that's what he deserved. A big meal sat down with the people he loved and who loved him the most. 

For November, the weather was good. Nice, dry and not too chilly. So as you'd been with Eddie, the gang had been setting up in accordance to your meticulous instructions. A long table was set outside on the patio in the large garden, prepared with blankets and a bonfire blazing to keep everyone warm throughout the evening. The table set with candle sticks and various decorations; a banquet fit for a dungeon master. For weeks you'd pestered everyone in Eddie's life to discover his favourite meals and snacks and tonight, that's exactly what he was getting. Just an intimate night with his favourite food and favourite people, the only interloper was a chef you'd hired who had been amused at the bizarre and varying menu.

The house was littered with balloons and banners. The living area set up with a makeshift bar and space cleared for a little dance floor, stereo system set up with Eddie's favourite songs and patio doors wide open out onto the table and crackling fire. It was perfect, just right for the perfect man. The final touches were adding the name cards to the table: the birthday boy, yourself, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Max, Lucas, El, Will, Mike, Joyce, Hopper and Wayne. Eddie would do something with the Corroded Coffin boys when he went back to New York. 

Admiring everyone's hard work, you practically squealed and called your helpers over. Steve, Robin, Dustin and Joyce had been working overtime on the whole thing whilst you'd distracted Eddie. 

'Thank you so much guys, it's absolutely perfect. Better than I imagined. I hope he loves it,' your hands clasped together under your chin, giddy with excitement and nerves. 

'Of course!' Robin beamed. Dustin nodded in agreement, 'It's so sick, he won't believe it.' After a quick see you later, they both went off to do some last minute jobs. Leaving you with Steve and Joyce. Joyce took your hand sweetly. 

'It's really beautiful, Y/N... all of this. What you've done for him, I hope you know,' she squeezes your hand and gives you a loving smile. After he'd narrowly escaped the Upside Down, Eddie finally met the Byers. A kinship quickly forming between himself and the boys who he saw himself both in. As for Joyce, she took one look at him and tucked him under her wing - she knew when a boy needed a mother. 

Steve nodded to Joyce's words and once she'd left he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

'She's right you know and she doesn't just mean this party. You've changed him, for the better. Healed something in him that none of us ever could. You're... you're the best thing that's ever happened to Eddie.' 

You look up at Steve, the pair of you are teary eyed. You're barely able to choke out,

'Thank you. He deserves it. He's my everything.'

Eddie sat in the passenger seat, arms folded and eyes again squinting in suspicion as you pulled up outside his house. 

'What are we doing here? Thought we were just going to Steve's for a drink' 

You sigh tugging him by his shirt sleeve. He looked gorgeous when he wore a button up, well barely buttoned up - he let it expose a good portion of chest. 

'So suspicious Edward!' you sighed, 'we are, he just wanted us to pick some CDs up first.'

He just shrugged and followed you through the front door, completely unassuming. You were glad he was behind you and couldn't see the smirk you were failing to mask; proud of how well you'd lied. The house was completely dark and finally you led him into the living area. The candles and bonfire flickered outside, illuminating the group gathered at the table. Eddie squinted then gasped, hand instinctively grabbing you. Everyone finally noticed you and jumped up,

'SURPRISE!'

Eddie's mouth formed an adorable little O. His big brown eyes wider than ever, sparkling with the candle light. Looking between everyone then at you, then back at them, stuck in a loop until you tugged him outside. Eddie absorbed everything before him. Every single person he adored and considered his family sat there, chatting away and grinning and they were all there for him. The table set up like a medieval banquet he would've conjured up for a D&D campaign. And he noticed it littered with everyone of his favourite snacks. He pulled you back for a moment of privacy, arms holding you tight against his chest. 

'D-did you do all of this, sweetheart? For me?' His voice and face was incredulous. You leant up to brush away some curls, cupping his blushed cheeks. 

'Of course! Well, everyone helped. Wanted to give you a special day! I knew you wouldn't want a party so...'

Eddie crushed his lips to yours in a desperate but sweet kiss, one that said I can't believe someone loves me like this. 

'It was always going to be special... I finally got to spend my birthday with someone like you,' he whispered after breaking the kiss. 

You chuckled although weren't quite sure exactly what he meant but you knew it was meaningful. 'Well, Eds you just deserved to see how much everyone loves you. Feel as special as you make everyone, make me feel.' 

'I love you, so much Y/n,' Eddie's eyes had grown tearful. 

'I love you too,' you replied, blinking away your own tears. 

Throughout the night, Eddie's smile got wider and wider. His hand rested on the table, never letting go of yours except to eat. And each course he gasped, questioning how on earth you found out about this specific meal he liked. It felt perfect, spending a night like this, just being able to talk to everyone he adored. Now with his busy lifestyle, it was something he struggled to do. Once the main course had finished, Eddie frowned as Wayne disappeared and you quickly followed. He hoped his uncle was alright, Wayne was quiet and kept to himself so this must've been quite surreal. Although, after the whole ordeal, he and Hopper had struck up a strong friendship. Bonding over being solitary men with excellent moustaches who somehow found themselves being parents. Just as Eddie was raising from his seat in order to find you both, you and Wayne appeared in the patio doors. 

Smiles lit up on both your faces by a multitude of tiny flickering birthday candles. The whole group erupted into song. 

'Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you, 

Happy birthday dear Eddie,

Happy birthday to you!'

For the several time tonight, Eddie found his jaw dropped. As the two people he loved must in the world approached, he took in just exactly what they were holding. You and Wayne had a whole tray of those special little cupcakes he'd make sure to buy Eddie every birthday morning. Wayne could see the moment of realisation on his nephew's face and they shared a look. His firm aged hand gripping Eddie's shoulder as he blew out his candles. 

Before you could process, a frosty finger was smeared against your lips and you couldn't scold Eddie when he looked at you like that. 

'What did you wish for?' You giggled, transferring the icing back over in a frosty kiss. 

'Secret,' Eddie smirked, ringed finger tapping his nose, 'but for the first time in my life, I had to think of a new one!' 

'Oh yeah?' 

'Yeah,' he smiled thoughtfully, 'after all those years of asking, finally got what I wanted... you.' 

'Oh,' was all you could manage to say. 

You're sure you could hear your heart burst now realising what Eddie had meant earlier. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and he pulled you onto his lap. The pair of you giggling like idiots as you fed each other cupcakes. 

This, is what Eddie wished for this time. To spend the rest of his birthdays now with you and hopefully over time, the table would grow longer with more family additions. 

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[indigo-creates-chaos]

And with that, the final fable smp season comes to an end. Goodnight. /ref

So. The finale. The last ever stream. It's been a long journey, multiple years in the making, and I've finally seen it.

Cutting this bc it's unnecessarily long-

The ending in general:

Shit. I'm watching Raes POV first, at regular speed for once. I haven't even gotten through the Raecap without tearing up, thisll be fun-

Ohhhh the battle music! They're almost at the portal lol thisll be fun- okay you know I thought getting through the portal would be more difficult tbh lol

Athena no! No!!

Okay good...

Fable, sir, do you really think they'd give you their power after everything you've done?

Dude this cutscene is so cool! Also hey Violet, thanks for helping ^^

Guys I love these monologues so much they're so fun and great and I love them ^^ also the acting of everyone during them is so good-

Yooo icarus good job! Me me when they finally see reason bc of what Fable said about Violet-

Yippee, our brothers, they're better now!

Hmmmm I wonder where the powers possibly could've gone!

Guys they're all happy and safe! I'm so glad that this went well.

Dude I love Addie so much-

This whole thing was such a good mix of funny and tense-

Well now I'm sobbing again. This is the end... it's been such a long time coming and I still wasn't ready. But you know, it's fitting that the finale is the stream that makes me cry. Time to watch all the different endings and cry about those too-

Raes endidng:

Oh no, our brothers, they're broken again (but on good terms this time)

Wolfs ending:

Guys he gets to be a dad and he has his mom back, Veah is so cute, they're all so happy! I'm so happy to see him be happy and safe and surrounded by the ones he loves. Also, Rae being the Vessel of Wonders makes so much sense, it's such a fitting title. And all the art is stunning! That whole sequence was just chefs kiss.

Awww those talks between him and Ven and between him and Violet were so sweet! I love them so much-

Jamies/Bruins ending:

Him being the God of Rebirth also fits well. And I'm glad that they managed to figure out the portal situation! I'm glad that he gets to be with his loved ones and grow old with them. Also, Malitae in the overworld! Yippee! They must've been soo excited. Also, all the art is gorgeous ^^ Guys I love them so much.

Caspians ending:

Guys he's happy! They're all happy! And he got to propose and marry his boyfriends and rebuild the records, I love that for him!! Also, he got to see momboo again ^^ and he learned to make paper which is so cool ^^

Dude those creature designs??? They're awesome! I love them ^^

Also, I didn't actually expect Momboo to be back so that was a nice surprise ^^ and the bit of Easton acquiring more and more degrees will never stop being funny to me. Also, good for Arisanna and Momboo ^^ I'm glad that they're all happy.

Athenas ending:

Guys they actually got crowned, I cant, that's so cool! And there's so many new gods now ^^ me when she finally met their mom, can finally be happy with his new family and doesn't have to worry about things going wrong. Also, that coronation fit is so pretty! I love them so much-

Ocies ending:

I'm so glad that she got to reunite with dead partners. I'm also glad that she gets to live with her family and talk to Momboo and build and just do stuff she enjoys. Guys I love them all so much, Calypso is adorable and Oscar is too.

Ulysses ending:

Yeah that fits. Him ending up as a story teller and growing out with a giant family by his side is the best outcome he could've possibly gotten. I'm glad that he got to be happy and be around so many people that love him so much. I'm glad that he got to travel the world, find other telchins and that he got to reunite with his partner in the end.

Vens ending:

How did they get into the worldport? Sorry lol I don't have a lot of thoughts about this one, mainly just confusion.

Arisannas ending:

She gets to not worry about losing the allays, this is a win ^^ also me me when she's a teacher and the one working on the records and when her and momboo exist-

And finally... Icarus whole POV:

Fable going "were just gonna get their powers, nobody needs to die (:" will never not be funny to me bc nobody believes him. Also, you really think they'd forgive you after everything you've done Fable?

Sorry you said "the people are assaulting the portal" and still expect us to take you seriously? Fable please lol

Okay rewatching the monologues section in Purgatory just highlights the incredible acting from everyone again. Its so cool to see so much emotion portrayed through the medium of minecraft roleplay.

Hmmm watching that whole group hug thing from icarus POV is so interesting bc they clearly aren't doing well but everyone else is just glad that they did it and they're all safe-

Everyone else: happy, bantering, thinking about the future

Icarus: lights go brrr, in pain, realising that they're running out of time

Oh no, our brothers, they're broken-

Noooo not icarus actually jumping??? Great I'm crying again lol I didn't expect to do that anymore today bc I've cried about this so much already-

Guys I love Midas they were just trying to protect Icarus

I didn't expect that ending. I mean I knew that they'd become quixis bc spoilers but I didn't know nearly enough about the quixis lore to predict that. I didn't expect to see the other versions without the bleeding eye. I didn't expect every world to get changed/fixed. Guys I'm sobbing...

So that's it huh? That's the end of Fable smp. It's over, just like that... I'm gonna miss it. I'll miss Raes obsession with coffee, Icarus birds, Fenris businesses, the whack changing random things, Malitae being Malitae... just everyones shenanigans. I didn't expect to cry about this as much as I have... I think I've seen every ending now but I'm not sure. I spent most of today just watching all the endings in regular speed, I'm not okay lol, my thoughts definitely aren't cohesive rn. I'm glad they're all happy though! I'm just sobbing bc it's over and they're happy and I'm happy that they're happy but I'm also sad bc this is the end.

I'll make another post tomorrow once my thoughts are more coherent. For now, thank you for reading this unnecessarily long and rambly post. I hope you're all doing well after this and a good [timezone] for all of you!

[seth-shitposts]

Kallus headcanon stuff, autism kinda ig

Kallus is really good at pattern recognition, as well as recognizing the potential of his opponents. He *usually* has a pretty good estimate as to the skills he's against. Having spent years studying others closely, learning how to quickly assess his opponents' weaknesses, as well as their strengths. Rarely is it that he underestimates his opponents. The few times he had, he got his ass handed to him and quickly learned to adjust his perception, make his perception better.

When loyal to the empire and its success, he expressed his collected information to colleagues continously. More often than not, he came across to others as "condescending". They thought he was acting as if he were "better than them". Other officers hated that he was usually always right. Other officers thought of him as simply being too cautious when they succeeded against specific rebels or defectors. No one really bothered to look too deep into Kallus’s insights either way.

When he defected, he was initially hesitant with this. He did make sure to dump as much information on the empire and officers into the rebellion's intelligence records as possible (and some fellow intelligence officers who were gathering the information from him were very impressed with just how thorough Kallus was in his reports).

However, the rebellion having the information on record and the rebels utilitizing that information in the most effective way possible were two different things. So he quickly ran into the dilemma of whether to come across as unsavory or "difficult" to his new comrades by explaining the information he has to ensure the best outcome for the mission or keep his mouth shut, allow the mission to go however its going to go, and remain in his allies's good graces.

This caused him distress, but he usually still chose to give the information he had whether than with hold it, because he usually deemed that withholding such information could very possibly lead to some unnecessarily dangerous outcomes.

And sometimes he still got called a condescending dick. However, he often found that he was more commonly getting gratitude from his mission partners for his help. And he doesn't really... know what to do with that.

[meowcatsposts]

Breaking Focus [Ahmed]

Overview

He wants friends

He just wants them, bc he’s kinda lonely

But he ends up making the atmosphere awkward sometimes

So he’s not usually successful

But this time, he wants to be successful

With you

So he’s like, yolo Imma do it-

(Q’s basically wingman)

“Come on,” Q droned. “You’ll be fine, trust me! (Y/N) doesn’t bite.” 

He hovered beside Ahmed, small wings fluttering impatiently beside his head. Ahmed, on the other hand, looked deathly unsure. His green eyes nervously flitted to the back of your head, then to Q, then back to you. He could put on a stunning show for millions of screaming fans, yet he couldn’t muster the courage to talk to you. Why was this so unnecessarily hard?

“If it makes you feel any better,” Q offered, observing his colleague’s tight expression. "I'll go with you." Then, to sprinkle some humor, he added playfully, “As your totally awesome friend, I need to support you.”

After letting out a strained chuckle, Ahmed shook his head. 

“I should be ok," he sighed. "This shouldn’t be so hard…”

To Ahmed's surprise, the two of you got along quite well. So well, in fact, that he found it difficult to ignore your presence. He'd perk up when passing you in the halls, or cafeteria, or lounge room–anywhere, really. What started off as small, soft greetings evolved into comfortable, blossoming interactions that, quite frankly, Ahmed actually looked forward to. He found that, with you, there wasn't a need to fill silence with extra words–something he always felt obligated to do with others. 

Recently, he found that he couldn't help but to genuinely smile whenever he'd talk with you.

"So you were interested," Q teased. "I'm such a good friend."

Ahmed simply smiled it off, but his ears were tinged a cute red. 

"Who wouldn't be, though?" he replied, matter-of-factly. "(Y/N)'s a nice person."

Q huffed at his colleague's obscure answer. Little did he know, though, that Ahmed found you absolutely spellbinding. So spellbinding, perhaps, that you'd easily snap his focus into two.

"This isn't working as intended...just one minor flaw..."

Ahmed, hunched over his notes, sighed softly. With deft gloved hands he pinched a small vial between his fingers and inspected it, comparing the concoction with his rather large stack of records. After gently slipping the tube into its rack, he proceeded to scribble more notes on yet another sheet of paper. He was a hair's breadth away from success, and nothing was going to prevent him from seeing this experiment through.

In another part of the Union was Q, currently conspiring to break that laserlike focus of Ahmed's. 

As he fluttered restlessly he mumbled, "Drums didn't work...shouting his name didn't either...his fans, a little..." 

Exasperated, Q plopped down on a nearby couch and slapped his hands on his face, groaning loudly. Something had to break that damned focus.

Just then, as if the gods answered his cry, Q spotted you from the cracks of his fingers. Perfect! His eyes shone like LED party lights, and without a moment to waste he zoomed to you, unable to wipe that sneaky grin off his face. 

"Q?" you blurted, practically speechless. He just popped out of nowhere! After escaping from your stupor and assessing Q's eager expression, you knew that something was brewing inside that mischievous head of his. 

So you asked, rather doubtfully, "Do you need something?"

"I do, actually!" Q replied cheerfully, still wearing that fox-like grin. Though, after seeing your raised eyebrows and partial frown he added reassuringly, "It's nothing bad, I promise! I wanted your help with something..."

Step 1: Ask Ahmed to visit his lab.

"Can I visit you in the lab sometime?" you asked Ahmed, per Q's meticulously crafted instructions. "It's ok if you don't want me to, though," you added quickly. "I feel like it's rude..."

"Oh, sure! I don’t mind." Ahmed replied instantaneously, partially because he found your consideration quite endearing, and mostly because he enjoyed your company–loved it, even. With you there, he thought, his work might just progress faster. 

Though, he was quite curious. Why had you asked him that, of all things?

Step 2: After Ahmed agrees, go to his lab.

“Why are you following me?” you asked Q, who was fluttering beside your head with an impish grin. It seemed like he really couldn’t wipe that smile off his face, for reasons unknown.

Currently, you were making your way to the medical wing, wondering why Q’s steps were so simple (too simple, in fact), and also wondering what Ahmed would be doing in his lab. Was it an experiment? Observations? Note-taking? All of the above?

“What?” Q retorted, in an oddly excited way. His sharp voice broke your train of thought. “Can’t I see Ahmed, too?”

“Sure, sure.” Playfully you rolled your eyes, ignoring the fact that your train of thought was full of Ahmed in a lab coat. “You can see your boyfriend again.”

After a couple back-and-forths with an overly eager Q, your thoughts strayed back to Ahmed. You wondered what he’d look like, in lab attire. Would he be wearing safety goggles? Gloves? Would his wavy, purple hair be tied into a short ponytail? You suppressed a giggle, imagining how he’d look with his hair up; he’d probably look just as stunning, you bet.

Finally, a door stared you in the face–a closed one.

"It's closed," you half whispered, half shouted, gesturing to the looming entrance. "He's probably doing something important!"

Q completely ignored your panicked remark and rapped several times (a little too loudly), but to no avail. 

"See?" you said, "I don't want to–"

"Ahmed!" Q shouted, shamelessly opening the door. He completely blew off your warning, again. "(Y/N)'s here!"

After glaring daggers at Q, you timidly stepped into the room and immediately spotted the med ops chief dressed in his white lab coat, skillfully tinkering with equipment you couldn't put a name to. Clear goggles covered his emerald green eyes, and his wavy purple locks framed his face normally (no ponytails, sadly). He scribbled furiously on a sheet of paper and paid no mind to his two visitors, eyes boring through his work. He really is focused, you thought in awe, watching his deft fingers work with caution and precision all at the same time.

"Say something!" Q commanded. "He didn't hear me."

"But–"

"Just do it!"

Step 3: Say his name.

Sighing, you sucked in a readying breath and mumbled softly, "Uh...Ahmed? Q and I came to visit."

With that, Ahmed's head whipped up and his hands ceased writing, the intense focus in his eyes perpetually gone. Was he the same person?

"Oh, hi..." Ahmed replied, smiling sheepishly. He carefully adjusted his coat, smoothening some invisible wrinkles with his palms. "So you came."

You nodded and added with a hint of playful sarcasm, "Partially coerced by Q, though."

Ahmed chuckled. Typical of Q, he thought. You probably wouldn’t come here by yourself, after all. 

"I was just testing out a few concoctions," he further explained to you, gesturing to the test tubes in their respective racks. Each glinted with a substance–not all were liquids, you saw. "None of them are working as intended, though..."

Ahmed’s gaze then flitted to Q, whose jaw was practically touching the floor. He did feel a twinge of guilt, though, because he was too absorbed by you. Still, he wondered why his colleague looked so astonished.

"What the–" Q blurted. His eyes blew wide, glinting and gleaming like a cat soaked in water. "I didn't think this would work."

Ahmed, who was utterly confused, asked, "What?" 

He then turned to you, whose lips were curving into a smile, only to be more confused.

"What are you smiling for?" Ahmed asked again. This time, trouble painted his beautiful eyes.

"(Y/N) broke your focus! I finally found someone who could do it!" Q replied lightning quick. "So you are interested, huh?"

Now it was your turn to ask, with a blushing face, “What?”

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[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Domestic Battles

Chapter 7: his First Chance

Mr. Gold knew every inch of Storybrooke. Not because he wanted to but out of necessity. He was, first and foremost, a savvy businessman and given that the entire town belonged to him, he'd taken it upon himself to know everything about it.

But the drive Belle was leading him down now, the gravel road and well-trimmed hedges…this hadn't been here before.

He was almost positive about it.

Mr. Gold knew every inch of Storybrooke on paper, but that didn't mean he'd been out to inspect every inch personally. This plot of land was his own, but as far as his records from before Zelena's Curse suggested, it was merely a patch of undeveloped land. As far as he knew, it had no renter, and he'd never sought to build something on it. So, the mansion that suddenly loomed before him, shimmering with a kind of ancient Light Magic, didn't just worry him; it confused him.

"There!" Belle shouted unnecessarily as he pulled the car closer. "Right around the bend! I ah…I found it on a morning hike."

He pulled to a stop as both Mr. Gold and Rumpelstiltskin examined it. There was something familiar about that shimmer of Light Magic. But it wasn't strong enough for him to quite put his finger on.

"It must have come over at the last curse…no one's claimed it, so I thought there'd be no harm if we borrowed it for our honeymoon…" Belle suggested with a sly look that had him smirking.

No one had claimed it. Yet it held magic and was well-manicured? Ordinarily, he'd be looking to a villain to have owned a place like this, but the fact that it was Light Magic he felt coming from inside… was a different story altogether. A different curiosity altogether, one he was having a most difficult time turning down, especially when Belle said, "Come on, let's go!" and got out of the car.

It wouldn't hurt to look around.

As Belle took the lead in front of him and he watched her walk away, he realized it wouldn't hurt to do a little bit more than look around the house as well. They were on their "honeymoon". A little bit of misbehaving should be required. But…he'd also promised himself that at the first chance he got, he was going to switch the dagger back. Given the circumstances, that would certainly fall under the category of misbehavior, though not the kind he wanted to think about when he was with his wife and the sun went down.

Still that taste of Light Magic…

"Are you sure no one lives here?" he asked as he gathered their bags. Mr. Gold had no new information, but he knew what he would have Dove investigate the second he turned his phone back on. Belle said herself it was new in the curse, and it wouldn't have just put itself here for no reason…

Either Zelena had willed it here specifically, or Regina had not willed someone here in her curse. Which was it?

"Sure," she answered quickly. "Let me take you inside and show you around. You'll love it!"

Oh, he was bound to love anywhere she was. And the fact that it was Light Magic made him feel safe enough to let her in. But the sudden appearance of it still made him feel nervous.

But ignorant of his pessimism, Belle took her bag from him, the bag he was suddenly aware contained the dagger, and walked right over to a side door and opened it up wide, as if she'd known it would be unlocked. If she'd found it days ago, as she'd claimed, perhaps that was how she'd known, though breaking and entering, as well as morning hikes, were a bit out of character for her. Not to mention, days ago, Zelena had been in power, and she'd told him herself that she hadn't left the shop during that time. There was more to the story than she was letting on. Perhaps that was the reason for her confidence. He made a mental note to retrieve that story from her later as she ushered them both inside.

He glanced inside the wood-paneled room she brought him into. Fairly clean. Too clean. Too clean to be abandoned and yet also too clean to have anyone in residence. It was like that hotel he'd stayed at with Emma in New York. Nicer, of course, but clean as it had been, it had lacked warmth; everything had been staged. This had that same feeling to it. Only with Light Magic…

"You know, I wonder who lived here?" Belle blurt out, walking into the space and-

She set her bag down. The bag that contained the dagger, she'd set it down and walked away from it!

"Come on. Take a look around! It is spectacular. You can see the ocean from nearly every room!"

His heart drummed violently against his ribs, and the voices in his head were reeling. On instinct, he raised his hand and froze Belle in place, right by the window she'd gone to gaze out, with only a snap of his fingers.

And then he was there…just him and the dagger in her bag as well as the real one in his coat pocket. He went to her bag, found the scarf she'd draped around the fake one, pulled it free to set off to the side, and then pulled the real one from his pocket.

And paused with it in his hands.

The first chance he got…he'd promised Bae. He'd promised himself he'd do it at the first chance. There was absolutely no denying that this was that chance!

The Dark Ones inside him screamed, roaring at him not to do this, not to trust anyone or submit as he'd so recently been forced to submit!

But the gravestone with his son's name filled his mind's eye.

Courage. He'd asked for courage to do the right thing. He wanted to do the right thing. He wanted to be the man she deserved, the grandfather Henry deserved, the father he should have been with Bae…and that started here. It was a risk, given how very recently he'd broken trust and murdered Zelena, but he'd wiggled his way out of difficult situations before. If he found himself in the middle of one, he could do it again.

"If we're gonna do this…we're gonna do it properly," he muttered, more for his own sake than anything, as he covered his own, the real one, with her scarf and replaced it, then hid the false one away in his jacket to be disposed of later.

And before he could even allow himself to overthink it, he snapped his fingers, unfreezing the scene before him and preventing himself from undoing what he'd done, despite the groanings in his head.

At the very least, his chest felt a little lighter.

"You haven't even seen the best part yet!" Belle suddenly squealed, turning back to him and none the wiser as to what he'd done. Good. Hopefully, it would be a long time before she realized…

"Come on…" She grabbed at his shoulders before moving around him and wringing his hands. He took a step in her direction, only to find-

He felt his resolve stumble as silence rang out like a warning bell in his head. Or maybe it was just the blood rushing to his head. Was he breathing? He wasn't sure anymore; he couldn't be, not as he stared at something on the table, something radiating the Light Magic he felt around him now, the answer to the puzzle of familiarity!

A gold cylinder. Small ornate bumps raised over it. And over the top of it, a blue surface with silver five-pointed stars. There were ridges raised over that surface, making it look as though it was a pond someone had just tossed a stone into.

In this world, it looked like nothing more than a cheap plastic toy. But in their world…in their world, that cylinder had once been the Holy Grail. A relic he'd never gotten his hands on.

Something that would have solved every problem he had and more.

"Is everything okay?" Belle asked in a worried tone from somewhere behind him, breaking his concentration.

"Yeah…"

Yes. Yes, everything was okay. Potentially better than okay if the voices in his head already plotting were to be believed. But for now…for now, she didn't need to know that. For now, he had no proof that the cylinder was what he thought it was, even if it looked identical, smelled identical, and had the same kind of magic leaking out of it. The tone on this one was muted, more so than before. To see if it was what he thought it was would take experiments and testing and…

His dagger.

But his bride was with him now. Completely unaware of what she may have stumbled into, a solution to a problem they both might want fixed was before them. And with her eyes on him as they were there was no way to freeze the scene as he had before, not without also stealing her memories and there was certainly no need for that.

No need...

There was no need to worry her about what she might have found. No need to perform those experiments right this moment. No reason he should get his hopes up.

Now was the time for something else. Anything else that might take his mind off that...

"It's just whoever this place belonged to…has interesting taste," he explained, managing to put one foot in front of the other and leave the relic behind.

For now, at least.

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

4, 13, 42!

Omg omg my first actual ask hello hi!! <3333

4. What's a headcanon you need to work out?

There are actually a lot of headcanons where I feel I need to figure things out! One of the biggest ones that I have trouble with is figuring out where countries come from and how. I previously liked to imagine that they had parents or ancestors for the stories and narratives that you can tell with that, but then you have to think about family lines and lineages and ~all of these things~ and it just ends up taking up so much headspace that it makes worldbuilding unnecessarily complicated.

Figuring out hws Finland's origins is especially difficult since prehistoric Finnish history is relatively unknown and vague: there were little to no written records of Finland before Christianization, populations were scarce and divided into diverse Tribes, and Finnish soil is very acidic which means that artifacts and fossils dissolve uber fast and it doesn't leave much for the archaeological record womp womp 😔

In the end I just decide to opt for "they popped out and grew very slowly and people took notice that they're special", but I won't lie, I still like the idea of nations having parents or biological families because I feel it would make things more interesting and dynamic. But on the other hand, I feel like it would make things more constrained and strict, y'know? Like you can't just act any way towards family and putting characters into a familiar dynamic just sort of sets it into one specific relationship for the rest of their lives. Also I feel having bio families makes all of the inter-nation relationships much more complicated; I can imagine that after a while all the nations would be related to one another lol.

Honestly, I would in the end much prefer a more mentorship or found family dynamics style for nations as opposed to strict families, since then relationships can be flexible and change over the years, but are still in the end rooted in those foundational moments.

Alternatively, I like to think that they were born from regular people, and that their parents and the village/community realized that they're special, either through their slow growth, or maybe a shamanic prophecy or local legends or something, I think that'd be really cool!!

13. What song gets you daydreaming about Hetalia?

That's a good question!! Honestly don't know what to really say here bc our most holy Finland takes up 95% of my headspace so if there's a song that I like, I can absolutely make it about him. I often listen to movie, show, and video game soundtracks, pop and rock, and have recently had a lot of Antti Tuisku, Erika Vikman, and Bess stuck in my head and Spotify sooooo... Finnish pop anyone? 👀👀

42. Any Hetalia merch (og or fan-made) rave-worthy?

I'm sorry anon but I don't have any Hetalia merch or have anything that is "rave-worthy" 🙈 In general I don't really buy fandom merch unless I absolutely love it. Most Hetalia merch feels too "plasticy" to me and most of what I have from Hetalia is from my friends and fanart <3333 The closest thing to actual merch that I have is a t-shirt with Varric from Dragon Age, it's my workout shirt 💪😎✨

I've only been to one rave in my life: got some glowsticks w friends, danced to loud EDM, and the people around us got really weird and touchy-feely so we left early :'D (yes we went to the rave sober... it was at a con)

[doppel-drop-distance]

The Dubiously Needed, Unnecessarily Extensive Magia Record Stat Sheet Guide (Masterpost)

Many of you know that I adore OCs. I have made plenty myself and adore seeing those from others. Yes, even the self-inserts. All of them are good. Yes. If it makes you happy, it is good!

One of my favorite activities with Madoka OCs in particular is to envision them as characters in Magia Record. There’s an immersive quality to it that I simply can’t get enough of.

However…you can’t deny that getting the information for these “stat sheets” is difficult. Even the English patches of Magia Record keep the gameplay untranslated, so it’s easy to get mixed up on mechanics, status effects...names. Like, do you guys remember when Darkness was called “Blind”? Man I miss NA…

Because of this, I wanted to create a guide! This guide is for those who want to make stat sheets for their Madoka OCs as if they were Magia Record characters. This is not going to give any hard rules - no “you MUST do this”. I’m simply going to tell you what I know, and what patterns I see in the gameplay. What advice you take and what you interpret is completely up to you! After all, the fun part of making OCs is putting your own spin on things. 

I will be writing this as if you know how to play Magia Record already. I won’t be explaining every single term. If you need further guidance, I would highly recommend the Magia Record English Wiki. I referenced their definitions and percentages for most of this guide. It’s a helpful resource for understanding the game mechanics. 

To keep this from breaking the word limit, I’m going to split this guide into a multi-post series. Each post will explain one factor of this stat sheet, with examples and such. This will be the masterpost. All future posts will be linked below!

(Note: I’m going to be using “magical girl” as an umbrella term in this guide, since it’s the same term used in the anime and game. However, nothing here is specifically gender-exclusive. I couldn’t find a gender-neutral term I was happy with, so if you have any suggestions, let me know and I’ll make an edit in post.

Also, please do not hesitate to correct me if anything in this guide is incorrect. I cannot read Japanese and am mostly using the English Wiki and prior game knowledge as my resource...so I would honestly not be surprised if I got something wrong. I'll try to keep this guide updated with any corrections.)

With that said, enjoy and happy creating! :)

Rarity

Attribute

Type

Growth Type

Discs

Stats

Connect

Magia/Doppel

EX Skill

Spirit Enhancement

Personal Memoria (TBA)

Enhancement Materials (TBA)

Quotes (TBA)

Alts (TBA)

Final Template (TBA)

[intersex-questions]

this is going to be a very long-winded ask but I've been questioning something for a long amount of time:

i had my voice drop significantly around the time most guys in school did too, around 12-14. i found old recordings of me talking and singing and its a completely different voice, more high pitched. as far as i can remember, i didnt have clitomegaly but it was larger and genuienly like a small penis. i also had a lot of body hair but no facial hair afaik, and super oily skin and acne that wasnt caused by what i ate . i had super heavy painful periods though that sometimes left me unable to function at all and brought me into the ER once and got me declared anemic, just to elaborate on how bad it was.

i spoke in past tense because i'm transitioning and have been getting testosterone every 3 months for 2 years now. i did notice i responded really fast to the first dose already, i almost immediately grew facial hair before my second dose and had my voice drop even more, outside of the usual clinical curve of change. while i know it depends on the person, it was very fast. i also cant shake that it might be PCOS since i wouldnt know if there is a spectrum to hyperandrogenism that would leave you still having heavy periods while also experiencing those changes. i haven't had my period ever since starting testosterone so i wouldnt know what would still be visible down there if i'd have a gynecologist take a look at it.

i know youre not a professional, but do you know off the top if there are any intersex conditions that.. well.. would describe what i could probably look into that couldve been there already pre-transition or at least could list off some intersex conditions that dont involve having internal testes or "hidden male sex characteristics" since i have had ultrasounds in my lower abdominal area a few times and i wouldve probably been told about it.

Thank you so much for sending this in. First off, I completely understand your struggle with questioning being intersex after starting testosterone. I didn't start to question my past experiences with my sex and sex characteristics until after I had started testosterone. This made figuring out if I was intersex even more difficult. Especially because, even if I was intersex, my outward intersex symptoms became "normal" for any FTM/trans+ person on testosterone.

What you describes already sounds like hyperandrogenism. Hyperandrogenism is, in and of itself, an inherently intersex experience. You do not need a specific diagnosis that has hyperandrogenism as a "symptom" nor do you need to have diagnosed hyperandrogenism in order to say you have it. Even if you are now on testosterone HRT, which makes hyperandrogenism seem more typical/"normal" for your body, that doesn't negate that it would be something your body still inherently has.

Also, I'm unsure if you mean, "I'm getting my testosterone prescription filled up every three months and am taking it for a different period of time" or, "I'm taking an injection or other form of testosterone every three months, and only every three months". If it's the latter/the second one, it very very much only further makes it seem as if you have hyperandrogenism or a variation in how your body processes testosterone. Your responses on testosterone are not typical for perisex individuals. Also, if you are on it that often because of a doctor recommendation and not a personal choice, that makes hyperandrogenism and even stronger likelihood because T is often taken less often or in lower doses for those who have hyperandrogenism but are trans+.

Also, I would like to say, it isn't entirely uncommon for intersex people who have something like internal testes to just...not be told about it. Even if the doctor(s) know. This is something often kept hidden from intersex people and many doctors will proceed to "treat" the patient (almost always unnecessarily) for their internal testes without explaining why they are doing that. I'm not saying that this is your experience, and many doctors would tell a patient, but it's important to just keep in mind that, unfortunately, doctors can suck.

Moving on from what you've described that seem like strong signs of hyperandrogenism, the fact that your genitalia are at all ambiguous also means that the intersex label is open for you to use. No one needs a specific diagnosis or anything like that to be welcome to use the label. The clitoris and penis are often more similar than people think. One way to imagine it is that the clitoris and penis are on a sliding scale, like in a character creation model, where you maybe slide the hair from long to short, or the body type from smaller to larger. The clitoris often does look much more like a penis when clitoromegaly is present. Having an ambiguous erectile structure is inherently intersex. Your genitalia might not be able to be classified as a clitoris or a penis, or you might not be comfortable as classifying it as exclusively either of those, or either of those at all. Having ambiguous genitalia is also a sign of hyperandrogenism in general, and/or it can be something that someone is just born into. In some cases for people, their clitoromegaly isn't developed until they grow older and their hyperandrogenism becomes present, as hyperandrogenism can be very late in presentation.

If you want specific diagnosed things that might be what you have, the most likely candidates to me are PCOS, like you said, or NCAH. However, it's important to note that bodies are medically messy. They can't always easily fall into categories. Despite the "C" standing for cystic in PCOS, people can have PCOS without cysts. You could have something like NCAH and endometriosis. Or you could have no specifically diagnosed intersex variation, but also experience certain things that cause painful periods. The most likely causes for your period pains are probably PCOS or endometriosis. Dysmenorrhea is also just a general term for abnormally or life-impacting painful periods.

Also, it's common for hyperandrogenism to stop or lessen periods. Same with testosterone HRT. But neither of those inherently stop them from happening. Some people on testosterone HRT can be on it for years at a high dose and still get periods.

So, basically, it sounds definite to me that you have hyperandrogenism and clitormegaly/ambiguous genitalia. You also have had abnormal/painful experiences with your periods, which is often comorbid with intersex variations.

You can definitely be intersex without any "hidden" things inside your body. You can also be intersex without a specific diagnosis. You know your body best, and in a case like yours, it is up to your self-determination if you label as or consider yourself intersex. You have a place in this community and in this experience no matter what. I wish you love on your intersex journey 💛💜💛!

(I hope I managed to hit all the points you brought up for the most part--sometimes I accidentally gloss over things while reading. You can always send in another ask if I missed something!)

[statementlou]

I feel the same as you when you say right now we can’t be sure if they are together or not. And if they are happy and not together anymore, than that’s ok, I really just want them to be happy (although I always end up thinking they are still together because they do something that reminds me of their relationship - like Louis singing 7 on his last show - but maybe he was just playing along with his crowd because he knows so many of us are larries but I also think they wouldn’t mess with this part of their lives because in spite of everything you can’t deny they were together at some point and that they were very protective of their relationship). But do you ever feel bad for feeling like this? Doubting if they are or aren’t together? It may be dumb but I like to believe they are going to be happily every after and that they made it against all odds. So I do feel sad when I think about the possibility of them not being an item anymore (again I don’t doubt they were together for years I just find myself questioning their status now)

It's very sad to think that such a beautiful fairy tale love could have simply ended, could have ended up being just as fragile and flawed as our own, so often disappointing, relationships. But even if it didn't end- the fantasy romance we made up from the public face of their relationship was never quite the real story and I think we all know that. Even the public documentation of it all includes plenty of evidence of fighting and hurting each other and both of them revealing ways in which they can be difficult to deal with it and all of the usual things that are part of any real relationship. So if they are still (or again) together, if they might have managed to find a way to love each other and stay together and commit for the long term DESPITE all of that, for me that inspiration that there are people willing to put in the hard work, who understand that staying together is worth TRYING really hard and struggling to be open and present for one another, is more beautiful than any hallmark movie ao3 fic fantasy love story version! And I think there is a lot to suggest that might be the case. But if not. Yeah. It's sad. Sometimes the world is just... sad and shitty and it's not what we look for when we turn to fandom and celebs and all of that, we want an escape from exactly that and so it feels especially bad to think that about them like you weren't supposed to be just like us- you were supposed to be better, to offer a vision of something different, to get the perfect happy ending! But they are both such smart, emotionally capable people- if it ended, maybe it was because that was the right thing to do for both of them, and more to the point, they are both so very happy seeming right now that if that's where they are post breakup, well. That's got to be worth something right? Is that not a happy ending? It's not an ending at all either way obviously, they're very young, but if they're happy isn't that the point? So you asked if I feel sad about it, if I look at old gifs and think about it yes I guess I do- but most of the time all I see is their happy beaming on top of the world faces on my dash living their best lives and I don't have time to feel sad! My heart is just so filled with pride and gladness for them! I will say also that like- we don't know if they're together, we can't know and we aren't likely to anytime soon so like... go ahead and choose to believe they are together. Without evidence either way you've got to pick one, why choose sadness?

anyway I almost didn't answer this because I couldn't do it without getting derailed (and being a wet blanket unnecessarily) about Louis playing 7 just now but I did want to answer the other part so I put that under the cut lol

Not that it really matters, we all have our own ideas of what means what, but for the record while I think Louis putting 7 on his set list in the first place was BONKERS and absolutely cannot be brushed off as coincidence or not being signaling, I don't actually think him playing it in NY just now says that much about anything to do with Harry or whatever. I mean I'm sure he enjoyed that it would also achieve that extra spike of freaking out from us, but like, I think the most relevant factor is that it's a song from LTWT that he could bring back that fits in with his current set in terms of SOUND (and being Cool) in a way that bringing back Defenseless or Only The Brave or whatever wouldn't have, they would have slowed down the tempo of the set (especially placed at the end there); he already had all the Walls songs that fit in with his current sound on the set list. I mean IDK but I personally suspect the messaging of it wasn't the primary reason for that choice

[knighteclipsed]

"Sir Valter?" Lilina pokes her head in, clad in her everyday wear instead of the sacrilegious wear the place had given her. She hopes God could forgive her for her deeds. "I..." She begins, clasping her hands, uncertainty written on her face. She couldn't blame him for pointing fingers at her, it was almost certainly a possibility, but she needed to set the record straight.

"If it means anything, my hands are clean. I deeply regret the outcome it yielded, how... how angry it made you and others. People doubted me, a feeling I will never forget and don't want to experience again." She shakes her head before looking up at him. A small smile now.

"I... I hope we could be friends, despite it all. You're passionate if nothing else, chasing down what you believe, seeking the truth. Perhaps there is much I could learn from you."

His ear harkens to the title, a simple adjustment from his stint as ‘Monsieur Brunette.’ (Truly, he had never fully assimilated into the role—it was easier being himself, not having to release all he was, even if just temporarily.) He also quickly recognizes the voice speaking to him, one of the last Brunette conversed with during the trial passed:

Reverend Green. (Or rather: Lilina.)

He lets her speak—biting down the will to interrupt, make clear his distaste for the girl. When she says that she is innocent, his eyes can only narrow.

What, then, was the point of being so antagonistic?

He can only forgive it through the lens of what it truly was—a game, lest that be forgotten. At the end of the weekend, all was undone—no murder, no trial, no execution. There was no consequence for the proceedings of the two days’ happenings, and as such, there would be no consequence by his judgement for those present—save of the characters they each had possessed.

“ Is this your method of apologizing? ” For being so unnecessarily difficult to work with? (The words lack in their sting, merely being intolerant for its own sake.) He wants it to bite more—deeper than that, but the will doesn’t mutter, damped down by the remarks surrounding.

‘…seeking the truth.’ (No, actually. That wasn’t right.)

“ I’m… ”

His actions during the trial were with the determination to win—nothing more and nothing less—and though he collaborated with the rest of the innocent, it was only to iron out the details of the work he had already done. (That was the source of his insistence—his ‘good’ character on display.) Had the circumstances been different, he would’ve submitted to his true self—the one who lies and cheats and manipulates to his favor. Brunette was tame in comparison to Valter.

(Eyes fall closed, voice hardly above a mumble.) “ …not so good as you think. ”

There is nothing good to be learned from my example.

“ But if you wish to subject yourself to my command, know that it is not without consequence. ” (Truth be told, he needed time to think it over.) With a scoff, returning to his own business, he finishes:

“ …Just cooperate next time. ”