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[dduane]

The "Whoops, didn't see THAT coming!" Sale

This afternoon's email has brought us unexpected news of a sudden expense that we, well, weren't expecting. :/

As a result, we're doing the only thing we can do on short notice: throwing a sale!

All our ebook bundles at the Ebooks Direct store are now 50% off until the end of the local Spring Bank Holiday Weekend (at 23:59 Irish time on Monday, May 7th).

This includes the Whole Store Package—the entire DRM-free contents of our store—which with the 50% discount is reduced to $35.00 (for 36 ebooks. Plainly we need our heads felt... but needs must, etc.). The discount also includes the All The Wizardry bundle (all our Young Wizards ebooks), the Feline Wizardry bundle, and the 2023 Pride Month Bundle.* And naturally when you buy from us, you're also buying our guarantee of free replacement of your ebooks should you lose them or change platforms.

Interested?

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(Adding the usual sad warning for UK residents: unfortunately we can no longer sell to you directly due to Brexit. Our apologies. We're busy with a short-term workaround: details here.)

*Also: I was looking at this page and thinking "That's weird... why don't we have an 'All The Middle Kingdoms Stuff' bundle? Must do something about that." It'll be added over the course of the weekend, and the same discount will apply.

[starjxsung]

okayyy i guess i will make the first request !!! :3 what do you think jealous sex with skz would be like ? the type of sex where they're so jealous and frustrated by something (or someone), they need to fuck their frustration into you

giggles and runs away

-🦢

Chan: quiet at first about why he’s frustrated or jealous tbh. sorta just makes it obvious that he’s horny (I lowk feel like he would get horny as a result of being frustrated or mad??), fucks his anger out on you and it’s v sloppy, not rushed per se but closer to a quickie even though he can still go a few rounds. Lots of heavy grunting and he’s not trying to be quiet at all. And only after he’s finished and you’re in bed beside him catching your breath, he’ll indulge you in the details of what’s got him so bothered. Become the sort of thing where you’re horny if he comes home in a visibly frustrated mood because you know what it implies ! Very talkative during aftercare though. Like your own personal little Channie gossip sesh

Minho: will rant to you between kisses while he’s ripping your clothes off. Hes definitely indulging you in all the details the second he’s alone with you- you’re the type to be on the same page about everything together, and naturally, you hate the people he hates and vice versa. So when he’s frustrated, he goes to you first about it. Sometimes it can be a very emotional sort of thing, could mean he’s shedding a few tears out of frustration and you’re there to console him about it. But when it’s just straight anger or annoyance, he’s going to rant to you until he physically cannot talk in between kisses anymore. He’ll probably even just start to fuck you while he’s still ranting until his frustration turns into the type of pleasure that replaces his words with nothing but heavy breathing and moaning. Not even sure what he was so annoyed about by the time he’s done w you !

Changbin: doesn’t want to make a big deal about it ! You have to sorta coax it out of him. And honestly, he’s simultaneously best coaxed and relaxed after a good fuck. He’s not one to be too rough or anything just because he’s upset, but he’s just grateful you’re the best stress reliever. Lots of kissing, desperate grabbing at each other and sometimes the sex can even feel lighthearted when he’s aware that you’re doing your best to comfort him. Sort of the realization that no source of frustration or jealousy is worth letting it come between the two of you. So he’ll just give himself to focusing on your pleasure and then talk it out after. He might even deny it after and joke around that he was never frustrated or jealous to begin with, but he’s still thanking you for it and eventually you’ll be on the same page about what’s bothering him.

Hyunjin: sweaty. When he gets consumed by frustration or especially jealousy, he’s particularly sloppy with his thrusts, very sweaty, probably sucks a few hickies wherever he can reach and doesn’t care to make them discreet. He’s all heavy breathing, loud groaning, just kinda wants to fill you up with his load as a stress reliever tbh. Feel like he wouldn’t say anything about it but you’d know he was jealous in the way he fucks. Also evident in the way he speaks very little- of course he’ll pay careful attention to cues to make sure he’s not hurting you or anything, but the talking will be very minimal. He just relies on his body language to indicate what he wants. If he is jealous about something, my guess is you won’t know until he’s had a few days to wait on it before saying anything.

Jisung: needier than usual ! Feel like especially if he got jealous over something, he’d be itching to get you home and fuck you like he never has before, just to prove a point. Maybe uses it as an opportunity to try something you’ve both been wanting to try. The guy at the bar was staring at you a little too long? He’s going to drag you to the car and fuck you right there, knowing you’ve been vocalizing your desire to try it, but he sees it as an opportunity to get your head spinning before you can get him even more frustrated. You can bet he’s going to walk back into the bar with his shirt half-on and a cocky fucking smirk. Has you wrapped around his finger tbh, so jealousy isn’t a huge deal ! Frustration is just opportunism for him.

Felix: particularly keen on pleasuring you. He’s vulnerable with his emotions at first, so you’ll know that he’s got something on his mind, but then he just wants to make you feel good in turn. Has you on the edge of his bed very fast, all desperate to eat you out and channel all his frustration into his tongue and his fingers. Your mood is often aligned with his- which means if he’s stressed, you’re stressed, and vice versa. Solution is to make you cum as many times as you can- and then pretty soon your satisfaction is his, too. Definitely won’t lose an opportunity to fuck you too, probably transitions to fucking you when you’re just nearly tired enough so he can make sure you’re both exhausted and satisfied by the end of it. Just treats you good all around !

Seungmin: actually doesn’t get frustrated or jealous very often. And when he does, he’s largely nonchalant about it. Will offhandedly mention something that pissed him off, and you know it’s a little more than mild annoyance when he gets quiet. It’s you who wants to pleasure him as a result, and it quickly becomes some unspoken thing between you both to just fuck out the frustration. He probably doesn’t even realize how annoyed he is until he’s thrusting into you and his emotions are elevated tenfold. He’s still gentle with you, and very set on making you feel good. But you both have the same idea to pleasure each other as much as possible, so it quickly gets rougher and sloppier. The aftercare is A1 though and you probably take like a 10 hour nap after it tbh

Jeongin: a little embarrassed that he’s even frustrated or jealous in the first place! Feels like he’s not supposed to be for some reason. He has this opinion that as a boyfriend, he shouldn’t drag his emotions into your relationship and potentially let it get between you two. But also king of healthy communication, so he’ll reluctantly bring it up to you and then apologize and swear he’s not frustrated or jealous anymore (even if he is…) and the sex that follows is sweet, but desperate. He’s just desperate to be a little closer to you, like a physical reminder that you’re his and you’re not going anywhere regardless of his moods or whatever made him jealous. He loves taking control and being able to look at you, kiss you, touch you wherever he can and just have a tangible reminder that you’re satisfied with him.

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Mercs x gn reader who’s blind? They’re not a fighter or something but they help around keeping the base in check or something, they have really good hearing.

Can tell the guys apart from their footsteps, even catching Spy off guard when they noticed him sneaking about.

One thing they want to familiarize with the Mercs are their face shapes. They may not see them with their eyes but they picture them to match their voices. GN Reader adores being around these noisy men.

TF2 Mercs with a blind reader (Most notably Spy..)

Warning: Brainless imbeciles

EDIT: I MISREAD THIS ASK IM SORRY THE BLIND READER IS A MERC AAAAAAA

Scout:

-He is wracked at first with the misinformation surrounding blindness. At first, he thinks your world is completely dark. Night-time type of darkness and you have no ways of seeing his shape whatsoever. Which might be half true for some of you, but imagine his awe when you look directly at him after being spoken to. You could hear this idiot nagging from a mile away.

- “Wait, so do you know i’m white?” “I’m blind, Scout. Not stupid.”

- He’s clearly been unsocialized to those with vision impairment. It shows in his borderline stupid behavior. Waves his bat in front of your face and then winces when you angrily grab it and yank it away from him. Thats when he discovers that blind people typically don’t enjoy that. Gee, you learn something new everyday!

- Runs really fast by you on the battlefield and your face follows the exact direction from where he came from to where he was going. He saw this for a split second and needless to say, he envies your heightened hearing. You had a mildly interested expression the entire time. As if trying to discern if that was an enemy scout or not. Hmm, no. It’s definitely your scout. Nobody else uses that pretentious ass expensive cologne from tuefort’s strip mall. You wanted to gag.

- You could hear him easier than any other merc. His footsteps were simply too evident and easy to identify due to the rhythmic fast-pace. Like an annoying fly buzzing past your ear. (In all honesty, you’re not too far off.) Scout gave himself away way too easily and it concerned you a bit.

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Soldier:

- “LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN I’M SPEAKING TO YOU, ROOKIE!” Soldier says confidently. You glare and say “Well I’d do that if I could see where your fucking eyes are.” aaaaand cue soldier’s immediate realization and instant guilt. These men seriously just speak out of their ass impulsively like babies.

- Bumps into you on accident in the hallway a few times and you certainly don’t need vision to know he opens his mouth in protest before immediately closing it and apologizing profusely for not being mindful enough toward your position. In fact this is beginning to happen a lot more than the other mercs for some reason.. The other ones EASILY move out of your way or make space politely. Yes, even Spy and Medic.

- You approach him one day; and you ask him if he might consider he has vision problems as well. Soldier quietly ponders the thought before audibly shrugging. You shake your head and ask him if he has any blurry vision, blind spots and whatnot. He mentions the top half of his eyes are pretty much dark. You blink for a second, then reach out to touch his head. Feeling something hard and metal.. You pull it off his head and he’s like “HOLY MOLY MARY MOTHER OF ROCKET JUMPING CHRIST! YOU FIXED MY BLINDNESS, PRIVATE! YOU MUST BE A DESCENDANT OF THE GOOD LORD JESUS!” Yes, it was his oversized helmet.

- You rub the bridge of your nose for a moment, utterly fucking tired and it’s not even ten yet.

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Demoman:

- SAME HAT! Sort of. Demoman is missing an eye, and his blind spot is annoying. You’ve both sort of unintentionally bonded over your poor eyes and after memorizing where his blind spot was, you make sure to walk up behind him in that exact area to startle him. Which usually results in both of you howling in laughter.

- You nervously ask demoman to be your eyes on the battlefield one day while anxiety is quite intense. Demoman shakes his head in irritation. “Ye do know I have horrible depth perception, everybody and der mother is movin at mach 10!?” and you respond “Great! We’re fucked.” You were indeed not fucked. Both of you managed to tough it out by ears alone. You make a great team and demoman is blessed to have you. You protect each other expertly.

- If you happen to have a white cane by any chance, prepare to do childish pretend sword battles with him during dinner time. Don’t worry, he’s using a broom. God knows that eyelander would actually try to kill you and everyone else in the room. Miss pauling is very displeased by your guys’ table manners.

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Engineer:

- You inspire him a bit. He was always a bit secretly doubtful of his own abilities after losing his hand in battle. It gave him a nagging insecurity that he’d fuck up in some way, or was no longer qualified due to his disability. You completely destroyed that insecure side of him. The way you effortlessly kill and complete your missions has made him feel better.

- You’re in his workshop one night, and you’ve memorized pretty much the entire layout of the room as this point. Minus maybe a few annoying bolts on the ground here and there that you dance over. You approach him and put your hands on his shoulder. Which he responds to by rubbing your left hand. “So uh, are you making some weird contraption that’ll fix my eyesight or something?” You ask as a joke.

- Engineer sounds offended by such a thing. “You don’t feel broken, do you? I’m not doing that.” He says sternly. “You’re not broken, Y/N. If you want I can make somethin’ partner but there’s nothing wrong with you and I don’t want you to feel that way. You’re no toy to be fixed so that everyone else is somehow comfortable! If ‘em boys are bothering you why I oughta—“

- You sigh in slight exasperation from the random dad rant but in the inside you’re thankful for his words. You hug him tightly in gratitude to shut him up and then feel a cold metal touch your arm. You look down, unable to discern the shape of the object. But it’s undoubtedly robotic-feeling. “Whats that?” You ask. Engineer pauses. Realizing he had taken his glove off. He realizes now’s a good time to remind you he’s on your side. He strokes you with his metal hand to soothe you. “Let’s just say we aren’t too different in some respects, sugar.” And his words is what makes you realize what it is.

- You drag the metal hand to your cheek and feel the cool claws against your skin. The thumb of the machinery rubs your chin.

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Heavy:

- He figures out you’re blind right away and he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. He finds everybody equally annoying, like I said beforehand. You’ll notice as aforementioned he moves out of your way in the hallway however and aids you around the building whenever you ask him. He seems to care.

- He asks you how big he is from your perspective. You can answer that pretty confidently. The truth of the matter is that he’s the most recognizable due to his large body, rumbling voice, and massive footsteps. He nods and slightly smiles with reassurance. Good. Even those with eyesight problems know he’s dangerous. excellent. Just the way he likes it.

- Heavy fully trusts in your abilities and makes no attempts to help you in battle unless you ask. He’s seen you bash heads in one too many times without much thought and it’s safe to say they made a great call hiring you. Clearly you don’t let being blind affect your work whatsoever. In a weird sort of way, he feels oddly proud of you but won’t ever voice it outloud.

- You save him from a Spy and this causes a distant, disheveled look in his eyes as you run off and he stops whirling his gun. It isn’t often his kindness is rewarded like this. (Also now he’s wondering if he should ask Medic to give him supersonic hearing.)

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Pyro:

- Pyro doesn’t realize you’re blind at all at first. It’s just not something they think much about when accessing new friends. His mind isn’t on scoping out their inherent “flaws” but rather scoping out how well you treat the others around you. Which is an odd thing for Pyro considering they’re quite content on vandalizing shit, disregarding people’s worldly positions and their feelings on it, and overall being an unforgiving nutcase who’d 100% bite off all the heads of their animal crackers and put them back in the box.

- Once they figure out you’re actually not here to cause damage, they seem to warm up fast. Pun intended. I think the moment they realize something’s wrong is when they silently point out a sniper around the corner with their pointer finger and you don’t even flinch. In their stead, Soldier audibly reminds you. This causes pyro to re-think how you might perceive some stuff.

- They begin to psychoanalyze you more out of habit. You seem to disregard a lot of certain visual stimuli in favor of sound. Without even asking you they figure out after a while that you’re blind and quickly adjust their behavior to better accommodate you. Instead of pointing at danger for example, they grab your hand and make you point at it… Which works, I mean. But he could just speak, y’know? It’s not like you can’t hear them better than anyone else over that gas mask.

- Pyro figures out how to convey signals to you without having to do the hard task of speaking. Two taps on your shoulder meant spy, one tap meant sentry around corner, and so on. Not only did this hide his intentions from the enemy team but helped you team up with them quickly.

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Sniper:

- Ugh.. Sniper is much like Scout in the sense that he has no clue how to respond to a blind person. He quickly assumes you’re inept at first and begins prioritizing your position on the battlefield more than anyone else. Shooting down key targets that get too close to you; or get in a quarrel with you. It’s flattering really but you can hold your own in a fight just fine. This is affecting your performance.

- You admittedly lose your mind and yell at him. But to be honest he had it coming with his stupid assumptions. Sniper doesn’t even complain nor move a muscle as you shout at him and storm off. He immediately feels regretful and tips his hat forward. Once again he’s lost another potential friend to his own behavior. “I was only trying to keep you alive.” He mutters to himself as he turns away. Unbeknownst to him, you heard it.

- Convinced, you sigh and walk back to him and run down the fact that you’re independent, and that you appreciated it but it’s important you complete things by yourself. Then you bitterly apologize for yelling at him. You could have swore you heard a soft “Sorry too…”

- This unexpected softness from a hard rough and tough guy like Sniper is what makes you reconsider him. He’s willing to fess up and apologize for having a bias. He just sucks at it. You forgive him hesitantly and you learn to not regret that later. Because he soon learns that you’re simply equal to all the other mercs and treats you as such.

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Medic:

- Come on now, really? He already has his hands on your medical history the moment you walk through the door. He doesn’t skip a beat whenever idly scanning for things he should keep note of. Medic never even asks you if you’re blind. He simply acts as though he’s always known. Opening doors for you, directing you if you truly need it. Aggressively shoving the other mercs out of the way to make way for you so he doesn’t need to tend to BOTH your wounds.

- At first you suspected him to go crazy over time and check your eyesight curiously like a wet specimen in a jar. But his indifference is.. Slightly unnerving. You decide to enter his office and hesitantly remind him that you’re blind. Because you genuinely don’t know at this rate.

- “So..?” He asks. Rather rudely at that. You want to exhale loudly in anger so badly. Why was everyone in this fuckin’ place so mean?? Medic takes his glasses off and readjusts the position of his desk papers. “Should I act upon this more and enforce more adjustments?”

- “No—“ You say slowly. “I didn’t know you even knew. Normally you’d go crazy with curiosity whenever someone is even mildly different than you in an attempt to understand them.” You tell him. This causes him to sort of put his fist to his lips and snort. Holding back a laugh. “What? You think I haven’t met a blind person before? You’re forgetting i’m a doctor. Plus that just means we’re safer with you around. I’d rather not be backstabbed a thousand times each round anymore.”

- Agh.. That explains it. That yellow folder on the table with the blurry photo of your image also explains it.

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Spy:

- FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- His poor pride is in pieces on the ground whenever you’re nearby. The other mercs can visibly see his fists clench into a ball and swear they see his eye twitch. Scout especially wonders if you’re going to be the one who finally blows his lid. Why? JUST WHY? Why can you hear him when nobody else can? He’s like a magician the way he disappears into the shadows. So why does it not affect you?

- He’s superior in every way and he knows it. So why is it whenever he’s lightly walking along the hallway to have a smoke break that you turn around and greet him? Truly, nobody else walks as gently and lightly as he does. His footwork to your ears is like a tiptoeing predator in the bushes the way he walks so slowly to achieve stealth. He freezes in place and grits his teeth everytime you do this… Then suppresses his own unholy wrath and stumbles away.

- .. You’re making him needlessly paranoid. He can’t work under these conditions. If you can sense him, then surely eventually the other team will? Congratulations on singlehandedly causing this old man work related silent panic attacks. His hair is falling out more than usual and he’s staring at himself in the mirror, with a dead gone expression. Staring into the void. He’s dissociating now.

- Tries to outsmart your own heightened senses in any way he can. The closest he’s gotten is maybe sneaking into your room while you were asleep to check your drawer and you woke up due to the sound of the drawer opening. After rolling around to face him, his cat-like eyes in the darkness disappeared as fast as they came in. WHOOOOSHHHhh went his cloak. You could even hear him tapping his watch in the process. Really, you didn’t understand how he was such a huge threat to the other team.

[ragnarlothcat]

I know I’m a chronic overthinker but I’ve been in the same fandom for three years or so now and I was reflecting that writing seemed so much easier when I first started out. Just looking at my output since 2021 shows a clear trend: I’ve been writing much less and it’s been taking me way longer.

I figured that I’d gotten a little burned out and that three years is a long time to focus solely on the same two guys making out and that there’s a limit to the number of situations I can put them in before I start to get bored. But I don’t think that’s quite my problem because even now, a million years later, I have ideas for dozens of fics and AUs that would be interesting to explore or funny to write.

No, it’s that I’ve let the larger fandom overwhelm me and it’s left me constantly second-guessing my writing. And I don’t mean that I’ve gotten nasty comments or asks, because I haven’t! All the other fans have been consistently wonderful and fun people with really valuable insights. And it’s not that I’ve been obsessing over stats or comments or worrying about going against popular headcanons. I mean, I’m just as excited as anyone else to see an AO3 email in my inbox but I’m also perfectly happy posting niche fics for an audience of me and my three weirdest friends.

It’s more that after so long engaging with other fans and other fics and the general meta, I’ve ended up writing too self-consciously. I’ve read so many interpretations of canon events, analyses of characterization and comparisons between fiction and real-world politics over the years, and I’ve enjoyed them because I genuinely care about these stories and these characters! I like seeing what everyone else thinks and then considering their points of view, no matter how bewildering they might seem at first.

But now it feels like I’m writing almost defensively, like I have to justify every choice I’m making based on this enormous and contradictory body of information. Three years ago I’d have written a scene in a few thousand words and moved on to the next plot point with my momentum intact. Now I’m constantly wringing my hands over things like physical details (I guess he’s not exactly a redhead) or broader social implications (is this trope misogynistic?) or finicky logistics (these locations are too far apart for this scene to make sense) or controversial character nuance (does writing this guy as a kind, doting husband make me an abuse apologist???) and the result is that I’m paralyzed with indecision and a ridiculous need to support everything I write with a lot of context that isn’t especially fun to write or, I suspect, especially fun to read.

I’m aware that this problem is entirely in my own head and that no one has asked me for any of this. And it’s not that all those questions aren’t interesting and important things to contemplate. But I miss the days of sitting down at my laptop and going “wouldn’t it be funny if these dorks played a video game together?” and then writing exactly that.

I don’t know. Were my fics better three years ago? I kind of doubt it. I’ve looked back at some of them and if nothing else I now have a better grasp of what tense I’m supposed to be using. But I definitely had more fun writing those older stories, which maybe feels more important.

[coochiequeens]

Is anyone really surprised?

Gender-neutral lavatories are more dirty than men's and women's toilets, a new study has claimed.

The study examined the levels of bacteria in various types of hospital toilets.  

Lavatories for women were found to carry far fewer microbes than those for men. For instance when staff toilets were compared, door handles for men were found to be around eight times as dirty as those for women.

Gender-neutral lavatories are more dirty than men's and women's toilets, a new study has claimed.

The study examined the levels of bacteria in various types of hospital toilets.  

Lavatories for women were found to carry far fewer microbes than those for men. For instance when staff toilets were compared, door handles for men were found to be around eight times as dirty as those for women.

Professor Stephanie Dancer, a consultant microbiologist and researcher at NHS Lanarkshire said: 'The move to convert traditional male and female facilities to unisex facilities in some hospitals raises concern that people might be exposed to higher risks of contamination.

'Single sex and disabled toilets should be retained; with additional facilities labelled unisex and available for anyone. But based on this study's findings, I don't believe we should be abandoning single sex toilets in favour of unisex toilets, since these toilets had the highest microbial burden overall. 

'Our results appear to confirm what is generally thought in society: women clean because their perception of dirt and disgust entices action whereas men either don't notice a dirty environment or don't care. It follows that women are more likely to leave a bathroom 'clean', while men assume someone will clean up after them.' 

The study involved swabbing 10 different surfaces in six types of toilets across three general hospitals in Lanarkshire, Scotland.

It has not yet been published in full, but it was presented at the ESCMID Global CongressESCMID Global Congress in Barcelona, Spain, which was held from April 27 to 30.

Heather Binning, of the feminist group Women's Rights Network, told The Telegraph the research confirmed 'what we have always known'.

She said: 'Men do not have the same hygiene standards as women and mixed-sex toilets are far dirtier than those which are used only by women and girls.' 

The research team found floors and high surfaces yielded higher levels of aerobic bacteria and fungi than hand-touch sites. They stated this was likely due to the fact that hand-touch sites are cleaned more thoroughly than other surfaces

Pathogens such as E.coli, Stenotrophomonas maltophilia and Klebsiella pneumoniae were as likely to be found on air vents, ceilings and the top of doors as on floors. 

Professor Dancer said: 'In contrast with hand-touch sites, floors are a major repository of dirt. Anything in the air eventually ends up on the floor, along with whatever is brought in on people's footwear or shed from skin and clothes when they use the toilet.'

'We think that the only logical explanation for this is that toilet flushing aerosolises whatever is in the toilet bowl, whereupon tiny water particles carrying these organisms fly up to the ceiling and contaminate high sites.' 

'Airborne microorganisms and contaminated surfaces carry a potential risk for infection. Hospital toilets should have lids, which should be closed before you flush, and patient toilets should be cleaned more frequently than other toilets.' 

However the researchers state that none of the toilets sampled in the study had a window, and they would be interested to see how the results would change with an abundant supply of fresh air.

Professor Dancer also advises for people to wash their hands and close the toilet lid before flushing at home. 

[nikito0x]

Alastor has a cat AU

Forget all the romantic relationship AUs trying to make Alastor softer and more empathetic. Give him a cat that's just as messed up as he is to achieve similar results.

The cat is still cursed. It ate its owner when they died and no one checked up on the person who owned it for a bit too long. That's how it ended up in Hell. In it's afterlife the cat appears in Canibal Town. Coincidentally, the cat's new form in Hell has made its fur the same color as Alastor's hair.

Alastor kills someone on his way to meet up with Rosie and leaves the body behind as he doesn't want to make her wait on him. The cat takes advantage of that and eats it. From then on the cat decides that Alastor is its new keeper as he fed it like its previous owner had.

The cat keeps following him until it ends up at Rosie's Emporium. There it sneaks in and accidentally interrupts Alastor and Rosie's conversation. Rosie has just made a small comment on Alastor's AroAce status as a joke (which of course he doesn't get) and then the cat approaches and rubs against Alastor's chair. Rosie finds their similarities funny and says something like: "Oh, and it seems you have a little ally there, hello little one!"

And from then on the cat has followed Alastor ever since. Alastor never manages to get rid of it and Rosie decides to name it, since he wouldn't. She calls it Ally, much to Alastor's chagrin and protests.

Turns out the cat has some powers which it uses to hunt its chosen prey and Alastor finds it amusing enough to stop trying to chase it off.

Alastor actually gets attached to the cat, so when Ally is threatened, whomever did that dies or learns to regret it really fast.

For some reason Ally sees Husk more as a pigeon than another cat and tries to hunt him whenever it can. Husk thinks Ally is scarier than Alastor himself. Angel finds that funny since Ally actually likes him well enough.

Ally loves Charlie. And for some reason it loves Lucifer too. Which gets on Alastor's nerves to a ridiculous degree. But because he couldn't make Ally hate him, Alastor and Lucifer begrudgingly start to get along if only for Charlie and Ally's sake.

Vox tries to make fun of Alastor and his new companion but ends up with an arm less for it. And it wasn't Alastor that took it.

Alastor leaves Ally with Angel for a day (since he knows for a fact that Angel is capable of taking care of an animal) to do some overlord business, and Angel takes Ally to work with him when he's called in unexpectedly.

Valentino tries abusing Angel but Ally just casually rips off his wings and eats them. Angel escapes before he has to deal with the fallout.

Why is the cat so powerful? Idk maybe due to its proximity to Alastor.

Anyway, Angel may not be able to leave the contract with Valentino but now Ally always follows him to work. Valentino is now just as terrified as Husk is. Nothing with visible wings seems to be safe from Alastor's cursed cat.

Alastor gets annoyed with how his cat seems to never be around anymore and goes to see what makes it go with Angel so often. Angel ends up explaining the situation and Alastor begrudgingly decides that killing Valentino and getting his cat back would be the lesser evil, and so he does and Angel gets his soul back as a direct result of that.

Alastor wears Ally as a scarf if only to have Ally bite anyone who dares seek physical contact with him without his express permission.

Nifty still ends up killing Adam, but Ally is the one who gets a taste first. Ally brings Adam's body to Alastor like a present and Alastor finds out that angel blood might just be able to heal angel caused wounds.

(Lucifer might also help at Charlie's behest and also Ally's crazed but "adorable" (to him) eyes.)

[ssidebloggg]

Why is Jax so upset at the end of Episode 2?

He’s disappointed for the lack of violence, sure, but in the end he looks truly down. I wonder if he feels disconnected from the group? He was the only one not present at Kaufmo’s funeral and he doesn’t seem to really value anyone else in the cast - he moreso just uses them for his own entertainment and ends. While this is at least partially his own fault for being such an asshole man-baby, it can’t help with the feeling of isolation and rejection, feeling like he’s the only one worth his salt on the team, and that he has nobody to relate to or connect with, even in a situation where it’s natural to grow closer as a result of shared traumatic experience and living quarters. Essentially - he might feel like he’s the only one truly alone while everyone else seems to become dearer to each other, even if that feeling is because he views himself as superior.

His lack of ability to connect could also be because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it, of course. He clearly has issues with his ego; this could be because he thinks so highly of himself that the real him can’t compare, causing him to defend his status as “better than the rest” in order to protect himself from recognizing the difference between his perceived status and the reality of who he is. This could also be because he’s self aware that he’s an asshole and doesn’t know how to change or cope more healthily, so he just pushes everyone away and continues hurting them instead of improving. In the first case, he seems to struggle with some real narcissistic traits and clearly needs help - he also needs help in the second case, but it seems like his behaviors there stem less from blatantly narcissistic beliefs and more from his response to the trauma of the circus. Both cases could exist within the same character as well, even if only at different times.

Either way, he clearly needs a lot of support, a better outlet for his feelings, and some sort of reality check that actually gets through to him. He’s very young still, only being in his early 20s, so I think it’s a real possibility that his more cruel behaviors stem from lack of experience and knowledge about other people/social relations rather than from pure malice. We also don’t know how long he’s been trapped in the circus - if he already had some of these ego problems before he entered, it can’t have helped his mentality. I hope he realizes he needs to change and improve himself to improve his life and that he gets the support he needs throughout the show! I can’t wait to see more of him and his character development.

Anyways, I loved episode 2 and I want to see Zooble’s figurine collection

[fruitbasketball]

I mean I like to think I know ball, I watch a lot, but I'm just in the minority here that Paige playing the 3 isn't this huge crisis that will ruin everything? I'm seeing a lot of ppl on twt freaking out and I think it will be ok. She didn't make a mistake not declaring. UConn is not some awful team without PG P. Chen is a good addition. Paige will be stronger this year with a full year of conditioning under her belt. Azzi (god willing) healthy, Ash, KK, and Ice feeling more confident with experience going to a Final Four. It's not like she's never gonna touch the ball, I understand the frustration, people want freshman NPOY Paige back but she can still be a NPOY anywhere on the floor, imho. She's that good, and her being more aggressive will make her even better. I just think Chen helps take the pressure off and she will have a tremendous amount of pressure on her this year.

this!!!

i think the desire for paige to win npoy again has resulted in a lot of people going immediately to how she did it before; as a pg with the ball in her hands

that’s not a valid approach.

i want y’all to consider this: she put up better scoring numbers this year than she did her freshman year as a point guard. she improved herself in almost every category except assists. she scored more points, she got more boards, got way more blocks, less turnovers, was largely more efficient from the field. she played more defense so she fouled more, she wasn’t running the floor so she assisted less, but she is a better player than she was when she won npoy.

so then the question might be - why doesn’t that work now? why isn’t she racking up all these awards, why isn’t she npoy?? because the game is FUCKING CHANGING

women’s college basketball is not the same game it was when paige won npoy

so in theory, sticking her back at the 1 and telling her to do everything she did before mightttt work, but in reality? shit doesn’t cut it

it’s a different game now, and paige’s game has evolved too

obviously i miss seeing her there but i don’t think paige being at pg again is gonna magically solve everyone’s problems

[modcroissant]

Rebaking:

'Rebaking cookies is something most witches wouldn't think of doing, simply leaving the cookies be how they are before devouring them. Some witches would say this would be useless, but the godly creators of the past would say otherwise.'

'The once promised heroes of Earthbread had fell into corruption, while the witches had planned to seal them away, they remembered about the 'rebake' process. It wasn't exactly easy to lure the beasts, but the results were something the witches didn't want to pass up on.'

What happens to cookies who are rebaked:

'The cookie will have a huge loss of memories, the memories of their previous life shattered to pieces that is beyond repair. At first, the cookie is confused and scared, and with no memories of what happened it only makes them become more scared. It won't be long before the cookie starts to adjust to their new identity, although it can be difficult to gain their trust after they're rebaked, some treats like jellies can help and with patience they will start to be more comfortable.'

'Sometimes the cookie will have some appearances of their previous identity remaining on them, it is mostly their dough that remains the same. Despite the remaining similarities, the mind of the cookie is almost one of that of a child who is curious about the world around them. It is like a purification once you think about it.'

The Beasts:

Shadow Milk Cookie

'After he was rebaked, Shadow Milk is one curious cookie, possibly more curious then scared. While he didn't trust the witch at first, he started to warm up after a while. He is a bookworm, seeing that he took a lot of interest in books, he wasn't called the Hero of Knowledge for nothing. He had most of his appearances remaining, the hair, dough and eyes for example. While he might seem like the cookie most wouldn't trust, the witch that kept him had said otherwise. He was described to be obedient and doesn't mind affection as long as he's not busy. Quite shy as well the witch would say, often not getting into conversations and would rather hide away from others.'

Mystic Flour Cookie

{ No reports from the witch yet }

Eternal Sugar Cookie

{ No reports from the witch yet }

Burning Spice Cookie

{ No reports from the witch yet }

Silent Salt Cookie

{ No reports from the witch yet }

━━━━━━━━━━ ✧ .° ⁎⋆. °• ━━━━━━━━━━━

I hope you like this, this is the few times I write so please don't mind if some words doesn't make sense because even I myself don't make sense-

Anyway, here's a little art I decided to make.

"Why do I feel like I was someone else before...? That can't be right..."

[demondamage]

@medwhumpmay Day 2: Running out of Time

Just words today! No art sorry! Also Ivior is a lot less known buut if you hang with me on discord you may recognize the name

Characters: Ko, Ivior, Aziphem (mentioned) Alejo(mentioned

Word count: 1292

CW: Kinda more Lab than Medical whump, threats, mass murder mention

There was a knock at the door.

Nothing good ever came from a knock. Alejo and Haziel knew to let themselves in, and other than them, Ko would typically take visitors elsewhere. People in the lab meant people near Aziphem, people that could hurt his little demon and set back the progress he had made.

He had never cared this deeply for a subject. For as much as a little shit as Aziphem could be, Ko found himself fond of the creature. Protective even. Which was why he had no intent to answer the knocks if they would go away on their own. 

They, of course, did not.

Maybe Haziel had forgotten his keys, Alejo needed him for something, or maybe there were just some papers he needed to sign. Ko knew he wouldn’t be this lucky, but he could hope.

“Doctor Sakamoto. Er, you go by doctor now, right? If I remember the rumors you were more of a healer than a scientist in life, but if that’s what you’re pretending to be I’ll respect it.”

“And if I believed every rumor about you, you’re really lucky you became an angel before the concept of a war crime was legally enforceable.” Ko quipped back, hardly missing a beat. He just- knew who would be there when the knocks refused to leave. “What do you want, Ivior?”

Curly red hair wound its way neatly around the other angel’s freckled face, matching the bright red lips and permanently flushed cheeks as Ivior smiled his almost fanged grin. “Is it too much to ask to see how your research of subject 011 is going? We’re peers, colleagues, two intrepid minds braving a new path through study and science-”

“The last time we talked you were cursing me out and demanding my project get shut down.” Ko interrupted, folding his arms and blocking the doorway. “You have made it very clear you have no care for my search for a cure than to do everything in your power to make it more difficult. As such, no.”

“Oh come on, you know your little passion project’s getting shut down soon enough. You got what, a year? Might as well show me now, while 011’s still yours.”

“The council will review my work in 9 months and 14 days, I am aware. At which time it will be up for an extension if my results prove a reasonable possibility that a cure for the demonic condition exists.”

“Like the last extension they gave you?”

Ko cringed slightly, nose crinkling at Ivior’s hardly subtle reminder that his last review had resulted in a cut in his time, not an extension. “I have high hopes. The current medication combined with the holy water treatments have produced physical and behavioral results. He is less of a threat now to both us and himself. My process works.”

“Your process is both labor and time intensive, hardly the results the council wants.” Ivior leaned forwards, meeting Ko scowl with a smirk. “Besides, we both know your treatment isn’t what made him submit.”

“Cut the shit, why are you here?” 

“Mm there goes that ‘doctor’ attitude, I knew I’d get through to you.” Ivior extended his hand, glass vials clinking between his fingers. “I want samples. You’re right, there is a physical change and I think it may be useful to my research.” 

“No.”

“I’ll get them through the council, you really want to make this difficult? That’s a lot of unneeded paperwork.”

“Good.” Ko snorted. “I hope you curse my name with every form you fill out.”

“Come on.” Ivior sighed, the coy demeanor faltering. “I can be in and out in 5 minutes if you restrain him for me. Doctor Sakamoto… Ko… you know that my research is what is going to end this conflict, return balance to this world. You’re a footnote at best, a fringe idea that maybe helps in the long run. We both want the same thing, no more demons. Help me save the world.”

“I want to cure those suffering of a condition outside of their control, to make their symptoms manageable and help them have a life similar to ours. To create allies where there once were enemies.” A quiet pause, broken only by the ticking of the wall mounted clock. “You want an efficient massacre.”

For once, the notoriously wise mouthed Ivior said nothing. Deciding he did not care to hear any response the other angel could make, Ko continued.

“Assuming those are all for blood, you can fill out forms 417 A-C for each sample. For other tissues you can check my index, I have all necessary forms listed there. If you want to do this in my lab you can fill out form 37-A, or if you want me to bring him to your lab you can fill out 37 B-D as well as the necessary transport forms. File with the council and I will find time for you within 3-5 days based on my schedule. If this is an urgent request you can-”

“Aziphem, that’s 011’s name right.” Ivior interrupted, finally finding his voice.

“That would be correct as far as I am aware.”

“You know what’s going to happen to Aziphem when your project gets shut down?”

“He will be either reassigned or terminated, I am aware. I have had other subjects.” The words felt– fake. Of course Ko knew Aziphem would be executed or taken from him- but the concept failed to realize in his mind. He would be successful. Aziphem would be cured. And - well he planned on continuing his rehabilitation. There was no outcome he could conceive that involved him losing his little demon. 

The concern must have bled into his expression because Ivior’s dark leer returned. 

“That’s right, and if 011 goes back for reassignment, you know who’s getting first pick for him right? He’d be useful for my tests, sure, something is different about him. But- I could just add him to another mass test. He could become just another corpse, pointless. Worth nothing more than the simple joy that I would get from turning your prized pet into just another body on the ground. All your work, just a data point on a graph for my resea-”

The resulting smack echoed off the hall, silencing Ivior as he rubbed his cheek in shock. The loud voices had drawn nosy eyes, peering through peepholes and cracking open office doors to see the bitter rivalry unfolding in the hallways but the slap silenced their hushed whispers.

“You fucking–”

“Hit you. Yes.” Ko shoved Ivior back, the redhead stumbling into the office hallway. “And if you say one more fucking word I will do it again.”

“I’d fucking kill you in a fight.”

“And our master would kill you for even trying.” Ko stepped back into the doorway, closing it except for a crack. “Show up at my door without an appointment again and you’ll be dealing with Alejo, not me.”

“Fuck you!”

The lock clicked before Ivior could pound his fist against the steel, but even the 3 inch door couldn’t muffle his words. 

“You’re running out of fucking time Ko, your cure will fail, and I can’t wait to see how hard you fall for it.”

There was one last kick to the door, Ivior always needed to be dramatic, and Ko finally breathed as he heard the footsteps retreat down the hall. That problem was solved.

But Ivior was right, he was running out of time. And if he couldn’t save Aziphem…

No. He wouldn’t allow that. Ko had planned to give the demon the night off but he couldn’t be so gentle anymore. Time was short, and there was work to be done.

[windvexer]

Hey Chicken, I have a question regarding your last post:

Do you think it's possible to achieve similar results by calling back the servitors I already have around and placing them in a "cocoon" instead? I figured that metamorphosis/evolution might be a better analogy than birth in this case, since they're already out and about. The rest of the process would stay the same.

Or could I just gestate then anyway and celebrate it as a rebirth?

I can see it on a symbolic level, but I've never tried it myself. I couldn't hazard a guess as to how it's worked with servitors made in other people's systems. You should try it and see how it goes!

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 7

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

Terrian was standing in a chair changing a light bulb when you reached the first upstairs bedroom. He was wearing jeans and a plaid button-up shirt that clung to his body. His feet were bare, and it was the first time you had ever seen him without his hair pulled back. With his glasses off, lying folded on the bed, and his hair falling across his shoulders, he almost looked like something from the cover of a romance novel. You were surprised that he could be so handsome.

When he noticed you, he jumped down from the chair and grinned, instantly shattering the previous image as he was missing a few front teeth, a result of the attack on the clinic, and suddenly looked very ridiculous. He pulled on his glasses and reached for a package on the bedside table. He reached it to you with a wide smile.

You opened it and reached your hand in, pulling out the pieces one at a time and laying them across the bed. Among them was a short black skirt with white ruffles underneath and a small black top with white lace trim. There were black stockings, white gloves, and a black choker-style necklace.

"Go ahead, try it on!" Terrian said brightly.

You gave him a dirty look. "It's disgusting."

"It's adorable! Didn't you see how cute Anna looked?"

"You're such a pervert,” you said, rolling your eyes at him. 

"Oh, come on. Give an old man something pretty to look at while he bides his time."

You frowned. "You're twenty-nine."

Terrian laughed and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. You locked it, then changed into the costume. It really wasn't as bad as you and Anna made it seem. In fact it actually was cute. But complaining endlessly about the uniforms he picked out was just another way to joke around. Another way to keep your minds from thinking about the world around you.

You walked outside, where Terrian and Anna were waiting in the hall. Terrian practically squealed with delight when you emerged, hugging you tightly.

"So what do we have to do?" you asked, shoving Terrian away.

He handed you and Anna each a sheet of paper. "That's your list of chores. Do them together or split up, it's up to you. Just finish it by the end of the day!"

You groaned as you looked over the list. It was huge and full of lengthy tasks. The two of you decided to do the work together, and as you scrubbed down the bathroom walls, you told Anna about Vartan.

Anna dropped the rag she was holding. "So he's staying at your house? Sleeping on your couch?!"

"Yeah."

"And you're okay with that?"

You stopped working. "I don't have much choice, do I? You said it yourself, we owe him big time. He came to me for help. I couldn't just make him leave."

"That's true. But be careful, he's still dangerous."

"He, uh, promised not to do anything to me,” you said. 

Anna's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," you replied, "and he explained why half-breeds are such hormonal monsters. Turns out they're not allowed to mate with each other, and they were raised to believe that all humans want is sex."

"Wow. That does explain a lot."

You picked up Anna's rag and reached it to her, then picked your own up and returned to scrubbing the wall. "Anyway, I guess he'll be staying with me for a while."

Anna was still watching you. "Are you falling in love with him?"

You faced her. "Of course not! He's a half-breed!"

"But he's different. Haven't you noticed? He acts almost human."

"Yeah, maybe," you answered, focusing on the wall again. You had noticed, but you were trying not to think too much about it. He could turn on you at any moment, and you’d only be hurt if you’d started to think of him as human. 

The day carried on and the two of you worked hard, cleaning and scrubbing and dusting. In the afternoon Terrian called you to the kitchen where he gave you and Anna lunch. You explained the situation with Vartan, and all he had told you, to Terrian.

"You don't seem very surprised," you said when Terrian had little reaction to your story.

He laughed nervously. "Oh, it's very surprising. I just didn't know what to say."

You and Anna looked at each other suspiciously, but then shrugged and returned to your work. You made your way through the upstairs bedrooms, and at the end of the hall came to a set of stairs leading to the third story of Terrian's house. Anna looked over the sheet of paper. "The third floor isn't on the list. I don't think we have to clean it."

"Maybe he just forgot to write it down," you said.

"Or maybe he doesn't want us up there."

You looked at Anna. "Why not? You think he has secrets?"

Both you and Anna stared at each other for a moment before grinning. "Okay, we have to go up there now!" Anna said, starting up the stairs. You glanced back down the hall to make sure Terrian wasn't around, then followed Anna.

The third floor was dark and dusty, and all the doors were shut. They looked as if they'd been closed off for years. You felt a tiny bit guilty for exploring an area he hadn't told you to enter, but then again, he hadn't specifically told you not to go up there either. Suddenly Anna nudged you.

"Look, there's light coming from under that door."

The very last door on the right side of the hall was closed, but indeed there was light visible beneath it. The two of you crept up to the door quietly and pressed your ears against it. You listened for a moment, hearing nothing.

Before another second passed, a feminine voice from the other side of the door said, "Terrian?"

You jumped back, looking at Anna in shock. She wore a similar expression. You nodded to her, and Anna slowly twisted the doorknob. She then flung the door open and both of you peered inside. You gasped, your hands over your mouth.

In a bed in the center of the room laid an incredibly beautiful half-breed. Her hair was auburn, hanging long in soft waves that dangled from the sides of the bed. One eye was aqua blue and the other was so dark brown it seemed black. She was dressed in a pink frilly night gown, something Terrian had obviously chosen. But the horrifying part was that from the knees down, she had no legs. There was an iv hooked up to her right wrist, and she looked frighteningly weak.

Her eyes grew large when she saw you and Anna. She reached a hand toward you, and the two of you shrieked as you dashed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you. As you ran back to the second floor, you faintly heard a small voice calling for you to wait.

You and Anna stood on the second floor, panting. "Who was that?!" you asked, still unable to get over the shock.

"It was a half-breed, but she looked so weak! Do you think Terrian is holding her prisoner here?"

You shook your head. "No, he's not like that! He always makes excuses for half-breeds. He wouldn't hurt a flea!"

Anna had flopped down into a sitting position on the stairs leading to the first floor. "We think that, but what if we're wrong? What if she's the half-breed who killed his father or something? What if he captured her and he's performing experiments on her to learn about half-breeds and ultimately take revenge?"

Your hands were on the sides of your head, clutching your hair. "And what if, now that we've seen her, he'll kill us to make sure we never tell?!"

Terrian stepped into view at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at them. "What are you girls talking about?"

Anna jumped up and eyed him nervously. "Nothing," she said, "we're not talking about anything."

"Oh? But I thought I heard-"

You took a deep breath. "Anna, we should tell him. She'll tell him anyway if we don't."

Terrian's eyes widened. "She?"

"We saw her," Anna said, looking down.

"Her?" Terrian asked, sweat beads forming on his brow.

"The half-breed," you answered. "The one you keep on the third floor."

Terrian paled and gripped the railing on the stairs. "Oh... God... you really saw her?"

"I'm sorry!" Anna said. "We shouldn't have gone to the third floor without asking you! We promise we won't tell anyone!"

"Yeah, we'll never breathe a word of it to another soul!" you cried.

Terrian suddenly seemed to regain his composure, and he began walking up the stairs, his eyes downcast. "Well, it's too late now. You've seen her."

You and Anna looked at each other in horror, then watched as he approached. You flinched when he reached you, but he simply walked on by, toward the stairs leading to the third floor. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. "Come on up, we'll explain everything."

"We?" you asked.

"Nariah and I.”

You glanced at Anna again before the two of you slowly, cautiously followed him back up the stairs. You ended up back in the room you had found the half-breed in, and she looked up brightly when you entered the room. "Oh, Terrian, so you know they found me," she said.

He nodded, smiling to her. "It's alright. They won't tell anyone about us."

He looked back to you. "This is Nariah," he said, gesturing toward the half-breed. "And Nariah, these are my nurses. Well, maids now."

Nariah smiled. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Terrian has told me so much about you two."

You were stunned. Anna was speechless. 

You struggled to find words, finally asking, “Terrian, what is she doing here?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took Nariah's hand. The casualness of it all made you feel dizzy. "I found her in an alley two years ago," he began. "A group of half-breeds had torn off her legs and left her there to die. My first instinct was to walk away and pretend I hadn't seen her. One less half-breed to worry about, right? Back then, I was still bitter. But something told me to help her. I secretly brought her to my home and bandaged her wounds. She was unconscious for three days, but when she awoke, she explained her situation."

Nariah took over from there. "I got into an argument with several of my kind, and they called me a traitor. They intended for me to die in the alley, and I feared that if they ever found me alive, they'd immediately kill me. That's why, when Terrian offered to let me stay here with him, I accepted."

"Nariah isn't like other half-breeds," Terrian told you, "Well, she was at first, but over the past two years she's become so much more human than Pagoda. I hardly think of her as a half-breed anymore. To me, she's just a lady who needs caring for."

Nariah smiled up at him, and to you they resembled a couple who had been married for years. 

Anna's hands were shaking. "That's why you always defend their behavior," she said accusingly. "That's why you feel more comfortable around them. You've been living with one all this time."

"Anna," Terrian started, but Nariah placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Terrian has told me much about you, Anna. He told me you're a strong, courageous girl who has survived many horrors. I don't know the details, but I know you were hurt by my kind. I'm sorry for what you've been through. But Terrian has been hurt by those like me as well. At first, he didn't trust me. I didn't trust him. He only tended to me when it was necessary to keep me alive. But the more we talked, the more we came to understand each other. He has taught me much about humans, and I understand now how wrong I was in the past. Please forgive me. Please forgive Terrian for keeping such a secret."

Anna stared at her, her frown melting slowly away. "No, I'm sorry. It's none of my business anyway."

She turned and left the room. You glanced back at Terrian and Nariah, who looked worried. "I'll talk to her," you told them, heading for the door, "And it was nice to meet you, Nariah."

You made your way through the hallway and down the stairs to the second floor. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall was Anna, her face buried in her knees and her body shaking with sobs.

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[delawaredetroit]

Hello. First I want to say I love your blog. It includes both thoughtful and funny bits and is a joy to read.

Secondly I would like to hear your thoughts on Izuku's ruthless streak.

First time we see of this is when he is against fodder in USJ. Not all of them seem to be equipped to breathe underwater yet he doesn't hesitate to advocate and use a method that can result in some of their heads remaining underwater and thus resulting in them suffocating.

2nd time is when he first meets Shigaraki and he grabs Asui's face. He only cares about Asui not being harmed and never once tries to control the output of OFA. He only assumes he controlled the output when his arm doesn't break but that most likely is due to First Nomu not due to any form of control.

Third time is against Muscular. When he is about to strike Kota Izuku uses %100 without a second thought even though knowing most people would die from it. It can be argued that he knew how durable Muscular is but it is unlikely.

There might be other examples that might not be coming to my mind as I am giving examples from the things that first came to my mind.

His utter willingness to murder in name of saving someone else is something very interesting in the earlier arcs and something I don't see much discussion of.

I would like to hear your thoughts regarding this. And whatever it might mean.

You raise an interesting point.

And I would say that Izuku's ruthlessness comes from the same place as the villains' cruelty: a lack of faith in the hero system.

I've spoken about it a bit here. While Izuku says that he always had help, in reality his actions reflect the lack of support he had as a child.

The children in their society are supposed to believe that a hero will always come and save the day. So needing to use deadly force would be unthinkable as a civilian/student because of course there will be a hero to come save you.

The characters that act outside of this framework (the ones that receive any significant focus anyway) are largely people who needed help and didn't receive it. And it's mostly villains, but the same logic applies to Izuku. There is not a single indication in any flashback that anyone tried to help Izuku until he met All Might.

Izuku's actions during the sludge villain incident were brave and heroic. They also signaled a lack of faith. His body moved on its own because subconsciously he determined that no one was going to help. In the fights you mentioned, Izuku doesn't believe anyone will come save him or his friends. So when he is backed into a corner, Izuku doesn't think anything of resorting to the use of deadly force.

Many of the villains, particularly those like Shigaraki and All for One, made their destructive life choices because they believed that salvation didn't truly exist at all.

Izuku has more cognitive dissonance on this issue compared to the villains in that he genuinely thinks he believes in heroism in the same way as his peers. But in truth, Izuku's heroism comes from the same place as Shigaraki's villainy: a lack of faith.

[doctorofmagic]

BLOOD HUNT PREDICTIONS (and spoilers!)

Okay, I see everyone is struggling to keep it cool because of what just happened today in Blood Hunt #1. But honestly I'm very excited to put the pieces together (also very HYPED!!!). So here are my thoughts (and my friend Red's, thank you, my darling) on what we gathered so far through clues, covers and solicitations.

Obviously, spoilers.

Well, first thing I'd like to establish is that people will probably feel lost if they haven't read the last Blade volume. Thankfully, yours truly did! Which means I can provide some context:

Just recently, Blade released an ancient evil called the Adana by accident. To make it up for this mistake (which would lead to the end of the world, basically), he had to embrace his full vampiric powers by drinking Dracula's blood (they're in a kinda complicated relationship right now, not friends nor enemies but necessary allies). That also meant that he was corrupted by its evil.

Plus, as I said it many times, Blade has a deep respect for Stephen because of the Montesi Formula, which resulted in the extinction of all vampires. Yes, Stephen did it once, and I'll get back to it because I think it's REALLY important.

Since we established that Blade might be corrupted, let's move on to the next topic.

Is Stephen dead?

My best guess is "not really".

In Blood Hunt, we see that T'Challa sacrificed himself to protect Cap America Sam and the rest of the Avengers who survived the first strike. But is T'Challa gone? Luckily, I follow Farid Karami on twitter and he posted a few inks he did for Black Panther: Blood Hunt. And guess what? That's right, we'll about to have vampire!T'Challa!

Besides, we all know that the next Doctor Strange issue will feature Wong and vampire!Stephen. What we didn't know was how Stephen would fit in the plot, but thanks to the variant cover I posted last week, we do now: he'll be guiding his allies via his astral form.

Now, how can the Sorcerer Supreme deal with the vampiric threat? It was shown that Stephen and Clea are looking for the Montesi Formula again.

For those who don't know, the Montesi Formula is a spell from the Darkhold that can wipe every single vampire off the face of the Earth. Stephen already used this spell once when he fought Dracula (and Blade was there, hence the respect he holds for Stephen). Unfortunately for them, Wanda has just recently absorbed the Darkhold within her body as a way to gain autonomy from Chthon (as seen in Darkhold: Alpha and Omega). Besides, Wanda was captured by the Bloodcoven, which means she can't do much right now. In addition, as hinted by Blade himself, she won't use the Montesi Formula, mostly because the character can't be involved in another kind of genocide (thanks, Bendis). And that leads us to the next topic.

Who could do it? The very one character who would overcome morals on behalf of his people, the same one who already appeared in the first issue: Doctor Doom. And if we think about it, he has two advantages already: 1) he's second in line to be the Sorcerer Supreme, and 2) as already established, he'd do anything to protect his planet and, most importantly, Latverians.

It's also important to reiterate that an astral form is not as powerful as the body+soul. With Stephen's strength limited, it's not that crazy to imagine that he could pass the mantle to Victor for a limited period while they find the spell. "Why not Clea?" I don't know. It's already established that managing the power of two sorcerers supreme is extremely hard and draining. Could be another reason as well. I'm just trying to find a coherent train of thought through this variant cover here:

Still, we're left with a very important dilemma. We have nice vampire allies in current comics: Brielle (Blade's daughter) and Soldier and Reese from the Midnight Mission (Moon Knight), the three of them being characters to be featured in the tie-ins. Well, not to mention Stephen and T'Challa, and maybe some more to be turned in the next issues. This is why I don't think the Montesi Formula will happen. Jed won't kill THE Black Panther, let's be real. So what's next?

We're expecting a plot twist at some point, and Blade will have an important role here. He's set to have another solo title this year, probably following the consequences of his actions. But there's a high chance someone else is involved. Let's check this panel once more:

Atlantean rituals.... Where did we hear about it before? That's right, Sorcerer Supreme #11!

During the old age, Varnae become ruler of the vampires and was brought back by Marie Laveau in modern age, fighting Doctors Strange and Voodoo. His last appearance traces back to Blade when he and his friends confronted him. Frank Drake sacrificed himself in an explosion to kill Varnae, and that's the last time we hear about him.

But see how the pieces come together? Blade, Stephen and Varnae. It makes sense that things would center around these three. And this is why I'm very excited. It's not a surprise that I love Blade and Stephen's relationship, and all these elements would make a wonderful drama, one that I'm really looking forward to!

Overall, I'm not worried about status quo or anything like that. I know things will work out in time, and seeing so many of my favorite characters involved in an event written by McKay only makes it better!

And that's it! Feel free to add your thoughts on this post! And see you all next week with Doctor Strange #15! 👀

[presleyhearted]

Kismet, Kismet ✨🤍 | Part 2

pairing : 1970s!e x Asian!OC summary : Angel Song grew up in a strict, Korean household. Molding her into the perfect 'good girl.' Through a strange case of serendipity, she finds herself face to face with Elvis Presley, the one person who just might threaten to shatter the glass of her good girl act. chapter warnings: age gap, illness, panic.

wc: 3841

genre: 70s!e x college!student!reader. fluff, angst, smut.

taglist: @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a @obsessedwithurlove

author's note : Here we are with Part 2! Thank you for the attention on part 1. I hope you like the name change, trust me there is a reason for it. I've always made a playlist for this fic! It is in the link below, but I will be adding songs as I go along. Happy reading! <3 - Rose playlist -

“It’s fine now.” Angel breathed out, signaling to the raven-haired star that it was clear for him to turn around. The split second that Elvis was turned around provided Angel with a small inkling of time to well, breathe. To somehow force her brain to process that this is the reality, even if she does not know how or why. 

Elvis, on the other hand, was ever the gentleman. But the very thought of a beautiful woman changing clothes right behind him - well, he was a man, after all. This was merely a passing thought though, as the realization that he owed her an explanation for this strange happenstance, made him truly forget what words were. She was a stranger to him, and well, judging from the wide-eyed gaze from her a few seconds ago - He was the complete opposite to her. Whether she is a fan of his, or merely one of the members of the population who know him from the enormity of his fame - there was a crossroad.

If he were to tell her the truth about why America’s favorite rock ‘n’ roll star is hiding in a cleaning supply closet - that would fracture the carefully curated image that he knew the people see him as, most certainly including her. Words spread like wildfire, and the nation is always hungry for new information about the world of the people under the spotlight. Hell, even the rumors that are not even remotely true - people inhale and whisper from ear to ear as if it were a section in an academic textbook. For a situation like this, that is true and is real, it would be on the front page news by the morning of the next day. 

It’s better this way. Elvis tried to tell himself. By upholding the immaculate persona that the public has carved out for him, he would not only be saving himself but also saving her idea of him. He does not want to leave her with a memory of Elvis Presley revealing that the man underneath the glimmering spotlight, has never felt more engulfed by the waves of darkness than he does now.

So, that is it. He decides to conceal an ugly truth in exchange for keeping the beautiful idea of him that she most certainly has. And just in time, she tells him that it is fine to now turn around. 

So, he does. And goddamn it, Elvis thinks to himself. The choices and thoughts that occupied his mind suddenly went to a standstill. It was as if the time that he took to think about what his explanation would be, made him briefly forget to truly have a look at her. Albeit, he did not have time to earlier due to letting her change, now - Elvis found himself finding the space of the supply closet shrink at a rapid rate. He was sat down, and she was stood up - Elvis could not help but find his gaze traveling from her long, slightly tanned legs, to the dress, and to her face that seemed to turn a charming shade of crimson under his gaze. 

A pair of hazel eyes looked into his azure eyes. The very same pair of hazel eyes that when she blinked - perfectly captured the appearance of double eyelashes that accompanied her eyes.  Elvis’ gaze traveled further - a small button nose, and a full, inviting burgundy-colored lips. Her skin radiated a glow - she was pale, but slightly tanned, a sure result of the Vegas heat. Like the mix of milk and honey. He noticed her black, wavy hair reaching almost her waist - Angel was certainly not tall, but also not short. She was like an oil painting personified, like an art piece that somehow felt the need to step out of the confines of the frame that she was in and step her hand out to him. A beauty that he never believed existed, never encountered before, and felt that he was the admirer intruding. He was so entranced by Angel, that he hardly realized that she had sat herself down on the floor. 

Angel cleared her throat, “It was . . .  um odd for me to be standing up.” She explained. Her voice was soft, but firm. There was a timidness to her tone, that she noticed very quickly, and tried to desperately fix it because well - I can’t make a fool of myself in front of Elvis Presley. She told herself, but how does one steady herself when he is looking at her with such blunt intensity? It was an intensity that rippled through every part of her being, as he did not fixate on one part of her, he was studying her - every detail of her. She wished she could take a glimpse into his mind and know what he was thinking. She prided herself in being able to read people easily, ever the analytical mind of hers - as her friend Felicity would say. 

But not this time. Angel tried to shake herself out of it and thought to herself ‘It won’t matter. He’ll say what he needs to say, and we’ll part ways.’

Angel then thought to herself that it most probably be the easier and smarter choice to apologize to him, apologise for barging in and invading personal space, and then be on her way out. This would make more sense since he does not owe her an explanation. Yes, she was initially shocked to find him in such a random place, but it did not mean he had to explain anything to her. Then Angel also realizes that Elvis has not said anything since turning around, he must be thinking the same thing. Angel thought. 

So, with that, she shakes her hand at him and starts to stand back up, “I’m so sorry, Mr Presley. You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’ll go.” Her words rushed out of her mouth, words that filled a sudden dread in Elvis. 

“No, honey, it’s alright.”  He said softly, making Angel pause her actions. She was frozen in confusion. She was in a rush a few moments before getting changed because she was afraid to miss her favorite star walking out onto the stage for the first time in front of her eyes. But that was before she discovered that he was sitting down in a supply closet and before she also became aware that the time on the ticking clock in the small confined space - showed it had been well past the time Elvis was supposed to be on stage. 

“But, I don’t want to intrud-”

Elvis cuts off her sentence, “You wouldn’t be, darlin.” 

Angel finds herself biting her bottom lip, in a mental battle of her thoughts. An action that does not go unnoticed by Elvis. Angel felt her cheeks blush again at the sound of the name he called her, she was aware it was probably a habit of people from the South, but it made her blush nevertheless. 

“I shouldn’t have barged in like that,” She finds herself saying, still standing. 

Elvis shrugged, “It’s my fault.” 

Angel profusely shook her head, “No, it’s not. I-”

There she is again, biting her bottom lip - a habit that Elvis found became keenly aware of. 

“If you keep doin’ that honey, you’ll cause a bleed,” Elvis said, a smirk now on his lips. Yes, Angel did make eye contact with him, but not for long. The eye contact was overwhelming, so she found herself catching her eyes on everywhere else, but him. Which has been proven unsuccessful now, since that comment of his - with that teasing smirk on his lips, was a powerful weapon in making her hold the gaze of his blue eyes again. 

She stopped biting her bottom lip, and found herself mumbling under her breath, “What am I doing.” 

“Sit with me. Please.” Elvis said, his tone soft. 

“But-”

“Are you in a hurry, darlin?”

A question, loaded with the hopes of a specific response. Elvis was aware that they were likely searching endlessly for him, hands probably in their hair in distress, but he could not leave. Not yet. Jerry knows. Knows where he is, even if Elvis did pull out a lie about the reason why he needed to ‘step out’ for a while and not be where he needs to be. 

Words were caught in Angel’s throat, “Yes. No. Yes,” Upon seeing the amused grin on Elvis’ face, she sighed and attempted to clarify herself, “I mean, I was - I’m here to see your show.” 

There it was. The very reason why she could not know the truth behind why he was here, and not out there now. She is a fan, and for his fans - telling the truth would be shattering something in them. He could never do that to them. 

Elvis hummed, “I know what you’re thinkin’, I’ll tell you.” 

Angel somehow found herself sitting back down. Slowly. Of course, it would’ve been smarter if she just left. But there is a curious part of her, the part that wanted to know why Elvis Presley was in a supply closet when he was supposed to be on stage by now. Even more so, why his infamous entourage was not in sight. 

Having her at the same eye level as him, Elvis swore he felt his breath caught in his throat and a distant knock of the heart within his body. 

“You must be thinkin’ why’s that fool hiding in a supply closet?” Elvis said, chuckling a little. But also realizing that he said the word ‘hiding’ implies a surface of the truth. The truth that he told himself he would never reveal to her. But he just did, even if it was a tiny particle of the truth, and he did it subconsciously. With no control at all, as if his mind wanted her to learn it. Somehow. 

And he very well knew that Angel caught wind of the word. 

She did not know what to say, so Elvis continued. 

Elvis ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply, “I lost one of my rings. I was gonna ask the cleaning staff who was in here, thought she was ‘cus the door was open. But nah, no one was in here. Only me,” He then let out a laugh, a laugh that somehow sounded difficult to let out. 

Only me and my foolish self. Elvis thought to himself. 

Angel found the sound of that laugh to be quite forceful, a habit that was similar to what she did when conversing with her relatives when asked about certain subjects at family gatherings. She knew that kind of laugh too well, heck, she was the expert in it. Knew it well enough to know that the explanation Elvis just gave her, held no truth in it at all. Except for the last part. That she was sure of. 

“Did you find it?” She asked instead, despite somehow having a feeling that he was throwing out an elaborate story of this ring. 

Elvis shook his head in an attempt to keep that crooked grin on his lips, somehow looking strained - Angel thought to herself. 

“No, I haven’t. I-”

It was Angel’s turn to interrupt this time. 

“My name is Angel.” She found herself blurting this, not out of randomness, but because she somehow could feel he was sharing something personal with her when she hadn’t even told him her name yet. It was unbalanced. She knew him, well the image of him, and then now sharing this information with her - she had to tell him her name. She owed him that. 

Elvis paused. He couldn’t help but. Of course, it is. There could not be any other name for her out there in the universe, it is the only name that belongs to her. It belongs to her. 

“I thought it was only fair I told you my name. It’s not simple to be sharing this information with me, a stranger, Mr Presley.”

Heck, Angel could not even comprehend why he chose to share this with her, or why he wanted her to stay and sit with him for a while. 

Elvis nodded, “Angel.” He said as if testing the way her name rolled off his tongue. Something was blissfully enchanting but illicit about the way he said her name, which sent a trickle of warmth through her body and locked her breath for just a second. 

“It suits you very much,” Elvis said honestly because it truly did. 

“Thank you, Mr Presley.”

Elvis shook his head, “Just ‘Elvis.’ Mr Presley is my father.” A wide smile overtook his face, an actual smile that Angel knew was genuine. She just did. 

Angel nodded sheepishly and somehow found herself smiling, a contagious effect from him. 

A sight that Elvis couldn’t help but think that he was possibly in a deep slumber, a daydream of some kind that involved this mesmerizing being with the face of heaven sent and the name to suit it. And now that smile of hers, a smile that dares to rival the morning sun. Not that Elvis saw much of the daytime, but if he did, he was pretty certain that the young woman in front of him could easily overshadow it. 

Elvis paused then from drinking in her existence when he saw the frown on her face and her hazel eyes of hers pooling with a sense of sadness. 

Damn it. She must be thinking ‘bout the show. I’ve disappointed her, she’s here tonight to see me perform. Not this. Elvis thought. 

“I’ll be out on stage soon, don’t worry ‘bout it, Angel.” Elvis says, as if sensing that was what Angel was thinking. 

But Elvis was wrong. He’s not even remotely close to guessing what she must be thinking. 

Angel does not know why she has not noticed. Surely, it must be the shock of the strange situation that must’ve made her not realize. Not realize that Elvis Presley was profusely sweating and that made his raven hair stick to his pale skin. Angel was no medical expert, but it was the kind of pale that called for rest and a good break. It wouldn’t even make sense why he was sweating when he had not stepped foot on stage yet. Even more so, the way his chest would rise and fall at an abnormal rate. 

Perhaps also the reason why he has been sitting down the entire time. 

Elvis Presley looked tired. 

She pulled out a handkerchief from her bag, an action that caused an eyebrow to quirk from Elvis. 

The realization of how. . . vulnerable he looked. It pinched her heart in a way that made her ask the next question, forgetting momentarily that they had only merely met each other a few moments ago. 

“Can I. . . ?” She gestured at his face, and somehow Elvis understood. 

Somehow in that split second of her sad, hazel eyes meeting his blue eyes - Elvis knew that Angel saw behind it all. Behind the facade. That the veil of protection he put over the truth and the crafted lie - has now dropped, revealing him. Revealing that he is everything but fine. Elvis Presley crafted his public persona in such a masterful way, to the degree that people would not even notice the energy and shine he once had, was slowly fading away. 

But Angel did. 

And so, with her question, Elvis nodded. Angel put herself closer to him and pulled her knees underneath her as she sat down, so she would be sat on her heels. Elvis closed his eyes, as Angel neared him with the handkerchief in her hand as she slowly, but surely was wiping the sweat from his face. The closer proximity to her made Elvis naturally inhale her scent, she smelled of vanilla and a hint of what smelled like rose oil. A combination that was sweet, but playful. A tease to his senses. Elvis dared to open his eyes again, meeting her hazel eyes. Angel felt herself tense at the intense gaze of his eyes, as she tried to concentrate on the task at hand. The feeling of the cloth wiping the sweat on his face away was not much of an effect compared to the gentleness with which Angel did this. The genuine concentration, and worry in her knotted forehead made his heart sore and trip simultaneously. 

She instinctively put the back of her hand on his forehead, as if realizing that she may be overstepping she withdrew her hand back like a flash of lightning. But Elvis was quick to reach for her, his hand enclosed around his wrist. 

“It’s okay, honey.” 

He let go and she reluctantly, but with Elvis’ nod, touched his forehead with the back of her hand once again. 

“Mr. Pre- Elvis, you are burning up.” She said, her tone not even hiding the worry swimming in it. 

Angel finds herself looking around and grabbing her bag, “I don’t, I thought I had a bottle of water or something. I don’t know. Sorry.” She said, oblivious to the smile on Elvis’ face as she rummaged through her bag. 

Despite feeling the fatigue build up in him again, he found himself smiling at her. 

“Say it again.” He said, despite breathing deeply. 

Angel was puzzled, “Huh?”

“My name, say it again.” He wanted to desperately hear her say it again, a sound that was beautiful and was the opposite of the horrifying state that he felt his body being engulfed in. 

A saving grace.

“Elvis, “ She sighed, “I know I’m in no position to tell you what to do, but you are not well. You need to rest.” She said honestly, gone was the timidness beforehand, and in its place was a woman running in a spiral of worry. 

Worry for him, and it was a sight that Elvis had not seen in a long time. 

Elvis shook his head, “I’m fine. I need to perform. ” He said, almost mumbling his words. 

“You are not well for it. People will understand.” Angel found herself saying. 

“Will you understand?” He asked. 

“Of course. Any of your fans will.” She said with an encouraging nod. 

Angel waited years to see him perform live, and if that first performance happened to be when he was feeling like this, she couldn’t watch him. Can’t let it happen. Heck, she’ll wait years even - she’ll wait till he is better enough to perform. 

“Not the Colonel.” He responds, a sad smile on his lips. 

Angel assumed this must be his manager, remembering his face and the name of newspaper pages. What kind of person, let alone manager - would let him perform like this? 

“It’s too hot here, you need to be someplace else,” Angel said, knowing that the supply closet was not the appropriate place for him to rest properly, “Does anyone know that you are here? How do I get ahold of them?” 

She was in full-on panic mode now and leaped up onto her feet. Elvis sprung his arm forward and grabbed hold of her hand, “Angel, don’t leave. Please.” The tone of his voice was void of the confidence and teasing from moments prior, in place was the pleading voice that was filled with fear. True fear. A fear that she would leave him like this. 

She shook her head quickly, “No, no. I-I just was thinking how to get you help.”

Angel is smart enough to know that she could not just waltz out of here, and find a helpful passerby because it is not just anyone she is getting help for. Elvis Presley. Somehow, she just knew that he wouldn’t want his vulnerable state to be known to any other person than the ones who work for him and know him. 

She was just a fan. But somehow through a happenstance of naturality or not, she saw right through him - saw right through the armor that he lets dazzle everyone else. And even if he realized that she stepped over that veil - he let her. Let Angel walk right through it. 

As if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Like now, as if it is the most natural thing in the world to have her hand in his. An action that was so quick, but she swore sent a flicker of something through her bloodstream. 

And just in time, there was a knock on the door - a look exchanged between both of them. But a breath of relief escaped them simultaneously as it was the familiar face of Jerry Schilling who walked through and shut the door behind him. Angel knew that he worked for Elvis, and saw him in that one article of Elvis’ entourage being labeled ‘The Memphis Mafia.’ 

So, she was glad that a stroke of luck hit, as her prayers were answered. Because otherwise she really did not know what to do. 

Jerry Schilling’s eyes found Elvis’ and scanned the state that his friend/boss was in, before shifting his gaze to the woman who was standing up and whose hand Elvis gripped tightly. As if signaling to help him, Jerry nodded and advanced towards Elvis, at the same time Angel dropped her hand from Elvis. 

“Come on, E. Let’s go.” Jerry said, but Elvis’ gaze was on the black-haired beauty who was currently getting her bag off the floor. His eyelids were half-closed. 

She turned with the handkerchief in her hand and planned to hand this to him, to let him keep it. But found him tugging her hand again, closer to him. 

“Stay.” He said. 

“I-”

Angel turned to look at Jerry Schilling as if silently asking for his opinion on this. 

“I’ll go if she goes with me,” Elvis said, almost mumbling his words. 

Jerry Schilling then nods to her. 

Angel sighed, not quite sure how and why this is happening all of a sudden. The probability of their meeting, and now with Elvis’  reluctancy to go with someone who could help him. Someone who he knows far more than her, her who was a mere stranger not that long ago. She tried to make sense of and understand why Elvis would want her to be there when he would have more than enough people around him soon. People who knew him personally, and who will help him. 

She could not wrap her head around it at all. 

But with the ticking of the clock on the wall, and Elvis seeming to not have any plans to get up from his spot yet, she realized that he was waiting for her to say something. 

“Okay.” Angel said. 

Kismet. Kismet.  Perform. Mask. facade.  My name. Your name. Angel.  Pale. The truth. Elvis.  Elvis. Angel.  If she goes.  Kismet. Kismet. 

[youssefguedira]

luca marinelli character FIGHT submissions open now!!

submit your favourites for an entirely hypothetical cage match tournament. you can submit who you think will win, or just your favourite (even if you think they're getting eliminated immediately). form will stay open for roughly a week or until i have a good number of submissions, whichever comes first. interpret the conditions of the fight however you choose and have fun with it

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the following characters will be automatically entered (by me), though feel free to still submit relevant information for them (i'll use the data for the bracket): gabriele (waves 2012), milton (una questione privata), diabolik (diabolik) and nicky (the old guard)

for reasons that will be revealed later, primo nizzuto will NOT be included in the bracket (initially), but i WILL still take submissions for him. however consider also submitting other characters in addition (the more obscure the better. the point of submissions is to avoid me keeping it biased to only the movies/show i have seen, and also because it's funny)

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as this will be temporarily replacing my pinned post but i have to stick to my brand, watch waves 2012 on vimeo today and talk to me about it