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kiribaku-queen · 2 years

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His Hidden Desire [3]

Romance, adventure, drama, angst

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I'm just losing motivation to write :((( But I'd love to know your thoughts and if you want to be added to the tag list!

Summary: Being engaged to a Prince that doesn’t want you was such a classic move, but it was your duty to do so. But that didn’t mean you could be your own personality. You wanted something outside of the palace walls, something that would excite your world, something more. The only solution to that was to… travel with pirates?!

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The moment Eijirou closes the room to your door, you found the closest pillow and screamed into it. And it wasn’t just a small, insignificant scream to relieve some stress. No, you screamed with all your might, octaves going higher than you could ever imagine. It was to the point where your throat was becoming dry and sore. That’s how badly you wanted off this stupid, fucking ship!

Ugh, and the audacity of that captain! Who does he think he is? Just because he runs this ship doesn’t mean he had to be so cruel to you. The way he manhandled you just put a bad taste in your mouth. You could still feel the roughness of his hands that wrapped tightly around your arm. Remembering back to that moment made you feel gross and you tried wiping off the feeling, but it wouldn’t leave you. Shivers ran down your back at the thought of him touching you again.

Here’s the plan: you would do whatever they wanted and when the time was right, you’d make a run for it! Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad. Once you hit land, you’d run away and they would never find you again. Not like they really needed you on the ship anyway. You were confident enough that you could make you way home again… key word: confident enough.

The first thing you need to do was play the part of maid. You tried your best in every chore they gave you. You might not want to be on the ship, but at least you were a hard worker. You mopped the deck, sorted the food, helped cook breakfast, lunch and dinner. And it was by no means an easy task, especially not with how much these men could hold in their stomach. You’d dust and tidy up the deck, learning a little bit here and there from the men around you. The more you interacted with the crew, the more you were thinking, this actually wasn’t that bad.

Except for the captain.

He could be a real dick when he wanted to. You could be done tidying up the deck, everything was spotless. And all of a sudden, mister captain over here, ‘accidentally’ drops the food that was in his hands on the floor. You watched in slow motion as it hit the floor and splattered everywhere.

“Oops,” he said sarcastically. “Clean it up, maid.” As he walked away, all you could do was glare in his direction. You wanted to throw the dirty mop at him and yell for him to do it himself. But you weren’t ready to be fish food just yet. So you bit your lip this time.

This wasn’t the only time where he purposely dug under your skin. You had finished hauling and organizing all the crates on the deck. You used every bit of strength you had in you to move those large, heavy, wooden crates with no help and you were pretty proud of yourself. You had grabbed the Captain so he could reward you or praise you with compliments at the hard work you put in. One look and all that satisfaction was ruined when the Captain made some of his men reorganize what you had just done. The look on your face said it all. And that was all it took for the blonde Captain to become a little more satisfied.

There was another instance where you were tidying up the food storage room, throwing away food that was rotten, placing dry vegetables in a separate area than the dry fruits. It made you content to see everything so neat and organized. You were breaking a sweat, not liking where some of the stuff was, moving it over here, moving it over there. Some crates were heavy, so you really had to put your back into it, grunting with force to get a little bit of movement for the boxes.

What you didn’t realize was that the Captain was watching you struggle this entire time. He rested his hands on the top of the door, figure leaning with relaxation. He let out a smirk, seeing you wrestle with inanimate objects. From his point of view, it looked like those crates had the upper hand.

You gave out a loud huff and took a step back to appreciate your work once again. Everything was done. You can check that off your list now. What else could you do since you were trapped in this hellhole? You turned around to leave but didn’t expect for someone to be right at the doorway. And you most certainly did not expect for that person to be Captain Bakugou.

You were about a couple inches from each other’s noses, but neither one of you wanted to admit defeat. Both of you were sizing each other up in a complete stare down. Ugh, you didn’t want to be any closer to him than you were, but you couldn’t back down yet.

“You’re in my way,” you growled. Bakugou could only smirk at your pissed off attitude. You were like this every time he was in the room and he got a good kick out of riling you up.

“How’s the house kitty holding up?” he taunted you.

“Great. No thanks to you.” you spat, keeping it light and short, still not backing down from where you were. You didn’t know why he was starting conversation. Not like you had much to talk about anyway. Bakugou takes a quick look behind you and at your hard work. You expected him to give you some snarky remark or do what he usually does and mess up your work for fun. Instead, he says nothing.

“Hm,” he hums. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he didn’t nothing more, nothing less. Then he was gone. What was that? Was he finally satisfied with what you’ve done? Were things finally lighting up for you?

On the contrary. He was just starting.

The final straw was when you put your blood, sweat, and tears into making the whole crew dinner. It wasn’t anything much, but it was probably your greatest creation yet. Since there was such little to work with. You were with the cook of the ship, slowly serving each member of the crew a bowl of freshly cooked porridge. It wasn’t anything like how these men would eat: dried fruits and salted meat with barely any nutritional value. It wasn’t the best either. You cooked a hearty meal that would satisfy a pirate for days. It contained rice, their precious meat, potatoes, and a variety of vegetables and beans. The pirates drooled over the smell and look of your food.

Every pirate had been fed by now. They were laughing and downing everything they were offered. Seeing them smile, drinking and enjoying their time made the work worth some enjoyment. For this hearty meal, the crew basically held a small party under the moonlight, ocean sky. The only person that had set to be served was… Captain Bakugou.

Of course he was the last to eat. He wanted to make sure that everyone had their fill before him. He was fine not eating for a couple days, as long as his men were full. When he stepped up to take his first bowl, he took a one whiff. Who would have thought that you were holding your breath, anticipating his reaction. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His expression was stoic as always. But it didn’t look like he was disgusted with the food, so that must be a good sign?

Then, he just did the unimaginable that made your heart stop to your stomach.

He took his bowl to the edge of the ship and slowly, poured all the contents from the bowl into the ocean below. Your heart just sinks. All your effort, your time, your dedication, your kindness you put into creating dinner for the whole crew was being wasted right in front of your eyes in the most mocking, insulting way.

Everyone was watching the captain as he pulled his little stunt with a wide smirk on his face. No one had reacted to him. Everyone stood still, spoons stopped scooping, eyes stared and chatter halted, creating the most chilling ambiance, the most quiet ship on the sea. And yet, when no one reacted or said anything, you felt utterly hurt and embarrassed. To think you were actually starting to warm up to the crew. You tolerated their teasing and their harsh words. In exchange, they helped you around the ship, carrying less weight for you to do. Any hope you had was washed away like your porridge in the never ending, vast, dark sea.

The pirate Captain went to walk away, but before he could disappear into the night to reside back in his den, you had also done the imaginable.

Everything was moving so fast.

You didn’t realize your body was moving on its own accord.

By the time you came to your senses, your vision became clear but it was too late to regret your decision now. The bowl of porridge had fell to the floor creating a huge puddle of mess around the feet of none other than Bakugou Katsuki himself. The Captain stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to you with a fiery rage.

If looks could kill, you would be dead right now. As so would he. You have never felt such hatred as you did in this moment. Were you shocked about your actions? Absolutely. You didn’t think you had such courage in you. But the deed had already been done and you finally felt like you were able to express your true self.

“You kidnapping, sexist, high ranking, rude jerk!” you finally let out all and any frustration you’ve been holding onto. “If you didn’t like it, fine. But did you have to go that far to make a point. You don’t like me. You don’t want me here, I get it! I don’t want to be here either but I’m trying to make the most of it! You could have at least let someone else have their fill! Wasteful… You’ve been wasting all my hard work ever since I stepped foot on his god forsaken ship! You could have at least tried it…” you got so angry, so emotional that you started to tear up. Why did you have to start crying at this moment? Now you just look like some cry baby. Some little girl who was weak, that didn’t need to be taken seriously. You had to suck it up and save these overflowing emotions for another time.

“I was nice enough to make you this whole meal. Couldn’t you treat me with a little more respect,” you tried to converse. But he was not making it easy.

“That was your job, was it not?”

“What?” you gawked.

“When you decided to stay on this ship, I told you what you were to do,” he reminded you, now taking a couple steps towards you.

“Yeah, but-”

“You were to cook, clean, keep this ship tidy,” he continued.

“I have-” you tried to argue.

“You were to be treated like one of my men.” He continues to take a step closer and closer to you. Each intimidating step followed by the heavy thud of his boots.

“Yet I am not a man,” you rebutted.

“In my eyes you are. So you will get the same treatment that my men get.”

“Then they are fools for following such a demeaning leader,” you spat at him, eyes looking up to meet his eyes the nearer he got. He had the audacity to stop just inches from you, barely leaving any space in between you. You knew that this was just an intimidation play that you weren’t falling for again.

He had nothing to say to you. The great, mighty Pirate King. The voyager who ruled the seas. The one whose head is worth millions. The one who had so much to say to you was now speechless in your path. For a few moment, neither of you exchanged words. That was until he changed his tone of voice.

“Go clean up this mess,” he says like he pulled it out of his ass. He was talking about the mess that you technically did create. But it was with reason. You balled up your fists that were on your side.

“I’m not just some cleaning bitch you can boss around,” how many times did you have to reiterate yourself? What was not going through his head? Each conversation you were having with him, you were getting more and more frustrated. What was the point in even opening your mouth anymore? Bakugou’s eyes slanted in anger at your response.

“You made the mess. Clean. It. Up,” he growled, showing his large canines. You got right back in his face, making him back up.

“No.”

In the blink of an eye, you were being pulled forward by the collar aggressively. Bakugou had balled your shirt in his hands, lifting you off the ground. When he said he was going to treat you like one of his men, he meant it. Fear ran through your eyes, tears immediately pouring out and a new fear instilled in you for this man.

Only, Bakugou hadn’t meant to handle you with such aggression. It was just out of instinct. And when he saw the look in your eyes, he had lightened his hold on you.

You took that opportunity to push him away from you as hard as you could, practically falling out of his grip. The moment you gained your balance on both feet, with all the force you could muster, your hand came into contact with his cheek.

“You’re… insufferable!” you cried. You didn’t care about him or this crew. You didn’t care what you looked like and you sure as hell didn’t care about the reaction of anyone. You’ve had enough ridicule for one night. So you turned back to your room, slamming your door in the process. Purposely shaking the ship to let everyone know that you were not happy.

When you had disappeared completely from his sight, it was then that he felt his crew’s stares.

“What the fuck are you looking at, huh?!” he scolded his men. Awkwardly, the stares of the men turned outward, all while pretending like nothing happened. It’s not as if you two had an all our brawl in front of everyone.

Bakugou’s ears turned red and his pulse was racing. What was this weird sinking feeling that was in his chest? Was he actually feeling bad for you? Embarrassed of his actions? He liked how riled up you got… but not like that. You had never cried in front of anyone before. Not even when you were scared for your life after you realized you couldn’t go back to your home country.

Shit, did he go too far this time?

Frustrated in his new found feelings, he walks right up to your pot of porridge and poured himself a full bowl of food. His crew was wide eyes when he saw how fast and how much their Captain downed, like it was no one’s business. It was no one’s business.

Both of Bakugou’s cheeks were filled to the brim with rice and beans. He wasn’t able to swallow as fast he was putting into his mouth. Porridge was dripping from his pouty lips into his bowl, only to be devoured again. Once he was done with his first portion, he grabbed the bowl out of the person closest to him and down their portion.

“Slow down, could ya? We don’t want (y/n) seeing, would we?” Kirishima teased after seeing how humiliating his Captain was being.

“Shut ‘yer trap and give me more food,” he demanded, still reaching for his men’s bowl as they were actively trying to escape him. Now that he actually took a bite of food, he was impressed. It’s probably the best thing he’s had in weeks.

But it didn’t take long for Bakugou to be hunched over the bow of the ship, trying his best not to hurl the food back up. He groaned in agony, feeling too full to do anything. As he was basically about to fall in to the ocean, he heard a familiar call coming from the distance. Bakugou glanced up and appeared a majestical, red dragon hawk. It’s long dragon-like tail was its most distinct feature, along with its eyebrows that have mustache-like characteristics. What he was most concerned about was the scroll trapped in between its ridiculously long talons.

“Finally,” Bakugou breathed and laid his head back down. But laid out his hand and the hawk flew right above it to hand him the scroll. Before the bird flew away after doing its job, Bakugou pet its head softly and then off it went. Bakugou took a breath, taking a minute for the food to go down before gaining his composure.

“Men! Gather-” he began to say in a loud voice. And all of a sudden he covered his mouth, again forcing himself to keep the down in his stomach.

“-up.” He finished with an exasperated sigh. But it was still enough to get his men’s attention and they all gathered at the front of the ship, all in a line. When Bakugou was in front of them, he scanned each crew member, one by one. But there was one missing.

“Where is she?” Bakugou asked. The crew looked at each other like he was crazy.

“I’m not going to ask again! Where is she?” Bakugou asked louder.

“(y/n) is still in her room, ‘Cap!” Denki spoke up. Yes, Denki… like that wasn’t obvious already.

“And why isn’t she here?” Bakugou was losing his patience. His men gave each other another look.

“’Cap, does she have to be here?” Kirishima asked.

“Why shouldn’t she be? She is one of my men, isn’t she? I need everyone on board for this one,” Bakugou says and lifts the scroll for everyone to see.

“Are you really…” Kirishima begins to ask, confused.

“Do I have to get her myself?” Bakugou asks his men. And before anyone could answer, Bakugou was already moving on his own towards your chambers.

As soon as you had slammed that door, you ran straight to your uncomfortable bed, with your thin sheets and your hard pillow. Damn this place! You smushed your face into the hard pillow, yelling as loudly as you possibly could. When you came up for air, your face was beet red and at this point, nothing could contain your rage. So you beat your pillow, with every punch came another insult.

“Stupid pirates! On this stupid ship! Couldn’t even be nice to me once! I’m so sick of it! I’m sick of him! Sick of his attitude! He’s stuck up! And mean and cruel! Fuck his face! He’s so handsome but for what! Ugh, if only I could sock that pretty boy in the mouth! I’d feel maybe a tiny bit better!” you hit your pillow with one more punch, squishing the poor thing to a pulp. All that beating made you be out of breath but still the fire in you wouldn’t die. Before you could do anything else, there was a knock on your door. Were you going to answer it? Hell no! You didn’t want to answer it nor were you going to. So you ignored it. But the more you ignored it, the more frequent the knocks were and the louder they got. Soon, the person behind the door was banging on your door like their life depended on it. If you didn’t answer the door, you were going to go insane.

Reluctantly, you swung open the door and revealed the last person you wanted to see: Captain Bakugou in the flesh. You guarded your room, keeping one hand on the door and the other on the frame. You didn’t even greet him, just stood at the door silently and angrily. Bakugou didn’t seem to care if you were upset at him or not.

“We have a meeting.” He blatantly told you. Like you cared.

“What’s that got to do with me?” you talked back.

“You are supposed to be there,” he regarded.

“No.” you said very confidently and slammed the door in his face. Only, he caught it with his foot. Bakugou grabbed the side of your room and forced it open. You wouldn’t let go so you were heading straight for the Captain but he stopped it just in time so you wouldn’t slam into his face.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks, his voice somewhat softer now.

“What’s it look like to you, genius?” you bit back. Bakugou didn’t like that reaction. He ripped open the door and forced you back inside your room. He slammed the door behind him and ran you against the wall.

“Don’t get snarky with me,” he ordered with a growl.

“Back the fuck off!” you raised your voice, raising your hand to smack that stupid expression off his face, but Bakugou was quick to stop you. He held onto your wrists and put them above your head as he closed the space between you two. You were about to string out more curse words until he opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out. You couldn’t believe your ears. You didn’t want to believe those were the words that came out. Was that the whole reason he came to see you? No, there’s no way. So you didn’t say anything because there was a good chance that you heard wrong. When you didn’t respond, he said it again.

“I’m sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks. Oh, so this is what this was all about. He didn’t mean those words. He only said those words because he probably wanted something out of you. How could you think he changed?

“Whatever,” you whispered, giving up from trying to get out of his grip. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

“I need your help,” he says. Now that was something that got your attention but you refused to give it to him.

“No.” you say almost immediately.

“You didn’t hear me out.”

“I don’t have to. Not after how you treated me tonight. Why should I do anything for you anymore? Just to get treated like shit again? No thanks,” you almost spat at him, respectfully declining his offer.

“What do you want me to do? Beg?” he puts a thought in your head.

“Now that is something I want to see! Go ahead. Beg,” you ordered, feeling high and mighty. You knew he wasn’t going to do it but you thought you’d try your luck. You didn’t expect the high and mighty Captain Bakugou to be in front of you, on both knees, head looking down, fully subjected to you. This… is not what was supposed to be happening. The great Bakugou would be arguing, forcing you to do whatever he wanted.

“Please. Help me for this mission. I beg you,” he begged, finally looking up at you.

You felt embarrassed all of a sudden. So much that you gave in because you couldn’t bare to see him like this anymore. You hate to give in so quickly but the way he was looking at you was making you feel uncomfortable inside.

“What’s the mission?” you ask, looking away and folding your arms across your chest.

Tagged: @superblyspeedydragon @pluviophilefangirl @chixkadee @kinba-ri

#bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #bnha imagines #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou angst

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hexiewrites · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 43!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 562,348, which is honestly insane

3. What fandoms do you write for? right now mostly stranger things. I've got most of a ted lasso fic written but who knows if that'll get posted?? and prev, harry potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. don't take this sinner (dramione, marriage law ish), 2. same as it ever was (steddie, two timelines, one of my first steddie fics!) 3. carve your name into my chest (steddie, the hockey au of my dreams) 4. come get your man (he got lost in my DMs) (steddie, social media, steve being a horny DM guy) 5. there'll be a riot (cause I know you) (steddie, the matty-healy-rat-man-Eddie-vibed mostly smut fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? ugh. I WISH!!!! I want to be better at this, I really do. I usually start strong but I end up with limited energy/time and I want to filter that into writing more. if you've ever commented: I FUCKING LOVE YOU and think you're SO cool! if you really WANT a reply, the best way to get that is to ask me questions haha. it starts to feel weird just "thank you!"ing everyone, ya know?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I am.... not an angsty ending person tbqh! I think the closest is probably you love the sea, which is a flintwood rarepair selkie fic that I deeply love. it ends happy, insofaras they end up TOGETHER, but if you think more about the implications and how fucking sad it's going to be for oliver... well. I'll leave that to you guys.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? god, I'm well known for having "endings so happy they border on absurd", according to one person online. so, pick your poison I guess! anyways the fic THAT person was referring to was same as it ever was, so, let's go with that!

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have been so lucky lately to not get much hate at all lately, which is a real privilege in the fandom world. remember that I cut my teeth in early days of harry potter, and people were BRUTAL. I definitely HAVE gotten hate - my aforementioned dramione fic has a bit of a weird twist that some people were PISSED about (and once I got an incredibly detailed comment about how badly I fucked up my representation of black Hermione because she... didn't talk that much about hating her hair? which I know is AN experience but not necessarily a universal one) but overall, at least this fandom go around, no hate. thank you, everyone, for that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. lots and lots and lots of it. mostly kinda kinky and pretty much all pretty gay. let's not talk about how many times I've had to tag dacryphilia and what that means. I just like when people fuck about things, yknow?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? nope, never! and I likely never will. too much to keep track of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of, thank god for that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had requests but... I would need a translator willing to work pretty closely with me because I want to make sure certain choices come across well, and I haven't found that yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not officially, though I did write a buckingham companion piece to the amazing cowboy-bar fic @riality-check did!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? OH GOD don't make me choose! ALL TIME is still probably dramione, but steddie is a very close second. in terms of canon ships, I'm such a sucker for buffy/spike (leave me alone), and veronica mars/logan (AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE) and rory/logan (BECAUSE RICH WHITE BOYS NAMED LOGAN ARE A WEAKNESS, APPARENTLY)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? pour one OUT for you can't take the sky from me, which is my firefly inspired harry potter au ft pansy/percy, mostly because I had so many big plans for it that I've completely forgotten AND I just can't write in that fandom at all anymore. sorry everyone, I do love what I put out and I wish there was more of it.

16. What are your writing strengths? prose, smut, tying things together with little bows, and spending way too much time in my characters heads

17. What are your writing weaknesses? dual POVs, getting so lost in one character I don't flesh out the others as much as I mean to, action sequences, and consistent motivation

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've done it before (mostly in clean ice, cold hearts, can't lose) and my typical strategy is to indicate that the characters are speaking a diff language (in french, I use guillements and italics) but not to actually WRITE the french, unless it's very short and the POV character doesn't understand it on purpose like in carve.

19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter baby! my oldest posted fic that I've found online was from 2002, when I was... too young to be interacting with the internet like that, that's for sure.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? carve your name into my chest and it's no contest. I love same as it ever was as well, which I think is a better WRITTEN fic technically speaking, but carve was a huge passion project that I had so much fun with, and the response to it had been one of my favourite things in the world. oh, and special shout out to make this inn our own, which is my second longest fic ever and was just an absolute joy to do. so, those three, I guess!

tagging with no pressure: @riality-check @hereforanepilogue @maxineholtzmann @stevespookington @stevethehairington @withacapitalp and whoever else wants in!

#ask games #author tags #about the author

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ghoooooooooooooooost · 5 months

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? (thoughts on a thing that doesn't matter(?) under the cut good morning)

checked on the kr gaming industry situation on twitter bc i still do that every now n then n everyone's pissed at the youth union rn

(but pmua, which is now called the kgcs, is doing fine thankfully)

idk exactly what happened but this seems to be the gist of it

Magi_co who is one of the guys i hate seems to have left the union in response? (* here's a link to my prev post * abt these 2 guys which bring up the pedophilia thing. fucking rip bozos) (* and the other link * (deleted now, check bottom of post)). it would be awesome if i didn't have to see his tweets at all whenever i try to catch up on these controversies going forward. unfortunately ppl still like him n are now mad at the youth union so maybe not. n some protestors are still positively engaging w that damn pinuett too where tf did they come from. this shits real damn ironic considering that the same ppl continuing to bat for them were very recently (n at the time understandably) criticizing blue archive for hiring a pedo artist n having loli shit in it

[ edit: also to add to that first post i linked + the situation overall, i found out later that it wasn't just Magi_co saying weird shit, it was also dug up that he (allegedly) used to post loli art years ago on this same activist account which uses his real name. n instead of apologizing n saying he changed he piled the person who brought it up (+ who was one of the protesters) for "verifying ideology" which lead to the gross tweets

i can't fathom why he's still acting like this thats part of why you got in trouble dude ]

almost feels like if i side against that weirdo the only other side is ppl who hate All the protestors or spout transphobic bullshit (for some reason...) which is so ugh. "pedophilia should not be allowed even if drawn" + "companies firing women n others for the sake of misogynists is wrong" are both entirely true statements c'mon now

well in positive news studio ppuri n the pmua are going to host a press conference to further debunk the 🤏 thing, so one union supposedly '''''fucking up''''' doesn't mean ppl's continued efforts are now suddenly for nothing

[ edit 2: i ended up deleting the one of the posts that was linked on impulse a while back bc i found out it showed up in the controversy tag but but basically it was these guys saying that somehow the pm incident was a labor rights issue not a feminism one n saying that they aren't feminists ]

#text post #pm-but-not-pm #-tag so i can find this again later more easily if i need to

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mwebber · 1 year

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read through the threads and oh my god, this is all so severely fucked up and i can’t believe today is the first time i’m hearing about it (outside petty anti/pro ship squabbles online). also, what the hell, otw racism and ai?? how does the prev post have less than 1k notes? why isn’t this everywhere?

my knee jerk reaction is to pull all my fics from ao3 immediately.. i don’t know if that’ll help anything. i just don’t want to be complicit in sending any further traffic to the site. i’ll certainly be boycotting it until shit gets addressed, but by the looks of it, they won’t do anything. this is really fucking sad considering ao3 is like the only organized place for fic with filters and everything and ugh. Ugh.

most pressingly for me personally is i don’t know what to do with the rest of nayq. i worked so hard on it, i don’t want to just leave it unfinished?? i had a whole freaking novella to tell. there are still four more chapters left (three?) which is almost an entire month of updates where i’d need to continue using the site. even if i post the rest of the fic tomorrow, that’ll still result in sending people over. if i don’t, that’ll personally drive me insane because my brain literally cannot handle an unfinished project. the only real moral solution would be to delete my account and my fics entirely or remain complicit? but also like, nice dichotomy, idiot, what lies outside of it.

i literally don’t know what to do? how are other writers handling this?? i have dozens of fics all saved from the start of my writing journey in middle school, it’s like a fucking diary of my creative writing development. where else is there to go? i had a meeting with someone who does copyright work for wattpad and they were explaining what they do and monitor so i know i can’t post shit there. fanfiction dot net sucks to use and physically read. tumblr search by tag barely works.

this is all just terribly upsetting and i’m ashamed i wasn’t aware of it earlier or else i wouldn’t have posted anything there (or hell, even written anything that would’ve got me in this dilemma in the first place). maybe i’ll sleep on it and stop word dumping, idk. i really don’t know.

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neattequila · 1 year

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PUTTING MY PUSSY ON HIS SIDE BURNS 🤪

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HARRY’S STYLE EVOLUTION PART 1 (time in 1D) by an actual stylist

Obviously when harry first catapulted into the public eye he was just a little wain figuring himself out. At 16 his style could best be described as British™ Which makes a lot of sense since he was just a child and was dressing very cool to the time and the place he currently was.

I was dragged into the 1D fandom in the early days (like literally x-factor) so I got to see in real time as they clearly tried to figure out a Look for themselves. For awhile it definitely seemed like they were going along a sort of Spice Girls theme and Harry was pigeonholed into being Posh Spice for sure.

Often he’d be seen wearing a blazer over a polo shirt (vivid flashback to the interview where they asked him what a his favorite thing a girl could wear was and he said a polo shirt, even at 13 that haunted me,) jeans, and white converse. In my opinion he’d typically be dressed the “smartest” of the group.

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HE LOOKS SO CUNT

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write-orflight · 3 years

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Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night. Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!”

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going.

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--”

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--”

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.”

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--”

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.”

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.”

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says.

“Fine.” Steve sighs.

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.”

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks.

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.”

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Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous.

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at.

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?”

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently.

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks.

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century.

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world.

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you.

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.”

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?”

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.”

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.”

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.”

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask.

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers.

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you.

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen.

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old.

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way.

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?”

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you.

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting.

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.”

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew.

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song.

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.”

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly.

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage.

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit.

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.”

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.”

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century.

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables.

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight.

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky.

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods.

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.”

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor.

“Everything alright, fella?”

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.”

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point.

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though.

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips.

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them.

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away.

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift.

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.”

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.”

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.”

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.”

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.”

“Change your set or you’re fired.”

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.”

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life.

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week.

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?”

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully.

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says.

“I prefer the rain.”

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.”

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building.

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes.

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.”

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says.

“Good.” You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire.

“How will you get home?” He asks.

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.”

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.”

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say.

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak.

“Okay.” You smile back.

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly.

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.”

“Mae?” Steve asks.

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.”

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?”

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.”

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions.

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind.

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gardenergulfie · 3 years

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Babysitting a Demigod chapter 2

Rating: G

Word Count: 4578

Chapters: 2/4

Relationships: Fluctra & drewtunes, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, drewtunes & Taffietv, drewtunes & Erin | ItsElectra, Erin | ItsElectra/Taffietv, its very minor but we are sticking with canon so its there

Characters: drewtunes, Fluctra, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Taffietv, Erin | ItsElectra,

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Not RPF, Humor, Pov Multiple

Drew made grabby hands with his free hand toward Taffie. Taffie reluctantly allowed Drew to take his hand, placing it palm up. Drew pulled something out of his pocket and placed it in Taffie’s open hand.

It was a fish.

A very real, very wet fish.

Taffie just blinked in confusion at this strange gift. His brain just shut off. The only thing he could say was, “Why?”

“‘Cause you a cat.” Drew stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Cats like fish.”

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Taffie’s feet made a soft thump noise as the teleporter deposited him on the roof of the sanctuary. He made his way inside, letting out a deep breath when he reached the inner room. He’d made this journey many times and yet it never stopped being stressful. It didn’t help that he had just gotten out of a rough meeting with the heads of GMC. He really hated those meetings. So much pressure on him as the founder to make all the right decisions. It was better when Poiya was still here but well he couldn’t dwell on that. He had paperwork to do. Taffie actually didn’t hate paperwork that much. Sure, reading all the legal jargon and doing math in his head wasn’t fun but it was better than meetings. Much quieter work.

Taffie settled down against a wall in the sanctuary, bemoaning the lack of comfy chairs. Erin really should have gotten more comfier furniture for their home, er, temporary home. Wait, he was the one who encouraged them to not leave the sanctuary. Ok, that was his bad, but he’s not going to tell them that. He’ll just bring some comfy chairs with him next time he makes the trip here. Safety wasn’t worth it if you couldn’t have nice seating.

Taffie pulled out the first stack of paper and prepared to lose himself in a mess of words and numbers. Ugh, taxes. He sighed. Welp, the sooner he finishes the sooner he can actually relax in his own home.

Some movement caught his eye. Erin’s kid was toddling around the room. Taffie narrowed his eyes. That means that Erin probably isn’t here, Drew’s always hanging around his mom when she’s at the sanctuary. That's good, it would be hard to focus with her here but also bad because sooner or later that kid’s going to come over here and distract him. Maybe if he stays quiet the child won’t see him? Taffie sits as still as he can and just watches Drew do whatever it is kids do. The little kid wobbled over to a chest, hefted open the lid, and pulled out a box of juice. Taffie squinted at the table on the box. Tomato juice? He knew Erin’s parenting style was a bit odd but what parent would let their kid drink tomato juice? Wait actually there’s a high chance that Yahi had been the one to introduce Drew to tomato juice. That chaotic masked man was addicted to ketchup and tomato juice was just ketchup light. Ok criticism of Erin’s parenting style retracted. No one could stop Yahi from committing chaos, not even a former assassin like Erin.

It didn’t seem like Drew was going to bug him, at least not yet, so Taffie went back to his work, ignoring the sounds of Drew drinking his juice. Ah, great, it seems like Ruepa’s trying to dodge taxes again. Seriously, the man thinks that just because he’s a journalist means that he’s immune from paying his taxes. Well, he’s not. If Taffie had his way then Ruepa wouldn’t be in GMC at all, but kicking him out would just mean bad press for Taffie. Hopefully he and Erin can put their plan into motion soon. He really wanted that nosy fucker gone.

Taffie let himself get lost in his work, mindlessly crunching numbers and internally grumbling about the other residents of GMC. He’d never say any of that out loud— that would ruin his image— but it was safe to just think it. Sue him, he had a really bad day. Meetings ran long and Fluctra accused him again of “Conspiring with Erin'' which yes, he was doing that but still she didn’t need to yell at him. Taffie’s ears flattened at the memory but perked up again when he heard a squelching noise coming towards him.

Ah, it seems like Drew was walking towards him again but now soaking wet. Lovely.

Drew walked right up to Taffie and plopped down next to him. Taffie tried to ignore him but ignoring babies is kind of impossible, they just won’t let you. The 2 year old gave Taffie’s tail a weak tug. Taffie pulled it out of his damp fingers and looked down at him.

“What?” Taffie tried to keep his tone level but his annoyance from all of the day’s bullshit seeped into his words. The toddler didn’t flinch at his harsher tone but instead reached into his pocket. Oh no, this kid had a gift for him. On one hand, gifts are always fun and it was a bit heartwarming that Drew had gotten him one. On the other hand, he really doubted that a 2 year old was the best at picking out a gift.

It was a fish.

A very real, very wet fish.

Taffie just blinked in confusion at this strange gift. His brain just shut off. The only thing he could say was, “Why?”

“‘Cause you a cat.” Drew stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Cats like fish.”

“I’m… not a cat.” Taffie’s brain was slowly rebooting. “Why did you think I was a cat?”

Drew pointed up at Taffie’s pink ears. “Cat ears.”

“Drew, I’m a wolf. These are wolf ears.” Taffie told the child. Drew tilted his head in confusion. Taffie would have facepalmed if he wasn’t holding important documents in one hand and a real fish in the other. Why did so many people think he was a cat? He is very clearly a wolf.

Just when Taffie was about to take the time out of his day to explain to Drew the difference between a catperson and a wolfperson he felt a twitch in his hand. He looked down just in time to see the fish twitch.

Taffie shrieked and dropped the fish, scrambling away. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad! He furiously wiped his hand off on his pants, walking backwards away from the still twitching fish. Drew just stared at him before picking up the fish and putting it back in his pocket.

“Drew, where did you get a live fish from?” Taffie gasped out, his heart finally beginning to calm. He didn’t know why a live fish was so much worse than a dead one, it just was ok? Don’t question him. In lieu of an answer Drew just pointed out the window. Right, the indoor lake had fish in it.

Wait.

“You climbed the ladder with a live fish in your pocket?” Taffie asked incredulously. The pond was a whole floor lower! There’s only a ladder leading up or down! There’s not even safety rails! Taffie was really being reminded of how not toddler friendly the sanctuary was. If it wasn’t for the fact that this kid was functionally immortal Taffie was sure that he would have been permadead within the first week of living here.

Drew shook his head rapidly, dark hair falling into his face and exposing tiny horns that Taffie knew would grow to be just like Erin’s. The kid took a step forward and then just went up. How in the world? The fucking toddler can fly now? Or well, float, Taffie guesses. He doesn’t seem to have very good control, with how he smacked his head into the ceiling.

“Ok, the child of a literal god and a half-demon via immaculate conception has weird powers. I really should have seen this coming.” Taffie muttered to himself as Drew slowly floated back down to the floor. “Well, now that we know how you got the fish, we should really put it back. It was a very thoughtful gift, but seeing as I’m not a cat and that fish is very much still alive, we should release it back to its home. That sound good, Drew?” Taffie spoke with his politest business voice that he only really pulled out when he had to be nice to someone he really couldn’t anger. He didn’t think Drew would get angry, but if Taffie was mean, he might tell Erin and that would be bad. He did not want Erin being mad at him. She was scary. It was kinda hot but still, not fun. He’d lost his train of thought. What was he talking about? Right, putting the fish back.

Drew thought on Taffie’s words before nodding and beginning to walk over to the opening that led down to the pond. Before Taffie could say any words of warning, the demigod child jumped. Oh god, did Erin’s kid just die right in front of him? Taffie rushed over to the ledge just in time to hear a muffled splash and see Drew doggy-paddling over to the edge of the pond. Right, water. Thank goodness Erin had gotten this kid some swimming lessons. Taffie inhaled sharply, thankful that he didn’t just witness a child’s demise. Wait, isn't Drew immortal? Taffie felt a little bit dumb for forgetting that, but he was still kinda rattled from the fish incident.

Taffie made his way down to the grassy bottom floor of the sanctuary, taking the ladder because he is not risking that jump. He met up with Drew, who was grabbing fistfuls of sand and throwing them into the pond. Just 2 year old things, Taffie assumed.

“So, Drew, where’s the fish? Did you let it free already?” Taffie asked, stepping a bit closer to the edge of the pond. Drew pulled the still struggling fish out of his pocket and showed it to Taffie.

“Good, now just drop the fish-“ Before Taffie can finish talking, Drew yeeted the fish across the lake. Drew’s tiny toddler muscles mean that the fish doesn’t go very far and in fact lands directly in the middle of the pond before swimming away.

“Yes, I guess that’s one way to do that.” Taffie muttered. “Now that we’ve freed the fish, can we go back inside? There’s some papers I really need to finish working on.”

Drew just looked up at Taffie, already elbow deep in the lake. “No.” He stated simply.

“No? Listen, Drew, I have really important work to get done and I can’t just leave you here alone, even if you’re normally out here alone, so can we please just go back-'' Taffie was once again interrupted by Drew but instead of the kid yeeting a fish across a lake, he has instead decided to splash a wave of water into Taffie’s face. Taffie sputtered, ears pinned back and hair utterly drenched. Ok, maybe the cat comparison was accurate after all, because he really, really hated this. Taffie wiped the water droplets off his glasses in order to see the gleeful look on Drew’s face. Without thinking, Taffie sent a wave of his own straight at Drew’s face.

“Take that!” He yelled, the glee of committing an act of vengeance running through him. Before he could feel even the slightest amount of guilt at committing an act of violence against a toddler, said toddler committed another act of violence by splashing Taffie yet again. Ok, kid, it’s on.

It was war now. Taffie ducked away from Drew’s second splash, leaping up and running to shelter. He grabbed one of Drew’s stay toys as he ran, a bucket for sand, and used it to scoop water for amo. Drew grabbed his own weapon, a toy pistol that shoots water, and began floating into the air. From then on the two went all out, making sure to get each other as soaked as possible. They battled for quite a while, trading blows and making up new plans. Taffie was beginning to think that this battle would never end, but then Drew dropped out of the sky and into Taffie’s arms. The lil dude was worn out from the playtime and also from using a lot of godly magic. Taffie was also tired, and he leaned against one of the pastel trees, dropping Drew down next to him.

“Ha, I win.” Taffie says weakly. “I won a splash war against a toddler. Wow, I sound really pathetic saying that out loud.”

Drew gave him a look that very clearly said, “You are.”

“Well that was actually kind of fun. Who knew that-“ A loud crack interrupted his sentence, and Taffie whipped his head over to the source of the noise. Drew didn’t seem alarmed but Taffie was frightened. Was it one of his many enemies, come to finally assassinate him?

His eyes flashed as he scanned the room only to see the last seconds of invisibility drain away from the person, leaving Erin standing there, wings tucked behind her and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Taffie’s shoulders relaxed, relieved that it wasn’t an enemy of his, before stiffening up again. He was by the pond having a splash fight with Drew, both of them soaked to the bone with water. Oh no, his reputation was doomed. Erin had their hand over their face and was visibly holding back laughter at his disheveled appearance.

“Having fun boys?” They asked in a teasing tone. Taffie just glared at her even when Drew stood up, shook himself to get the water out, and ran over to her, babbling like toddlers do. She cooed and hoisted him up into her arms. “Wasn’t expecting to see both of you playing around in the water when I came back, but I am not complaining.”

“This never leaves this room. Don’t say anything.” Taffie tried to be intimidating but it was ruined by the water seeping out of his hair. Erin just chuckled.

‘Who would I even tell? Don’t worry, Taffie, your secret is safe with me.” They said with a wink. Taffie willed himself not to be flustered as he sulked past them.

“I need to finish my work. Have a good night you two.” Taffie said as he turned back to them both. He tried to reign his tone back to its calm and charismatic norm but it really wasn’t working today. Erin’s expression was still mirthful, even as Drew was starting to chew on her hair.

“You could always just stay. It's getting late and I picked up some fast-food while I was out.” He knew that by picked up she meant stole. “There’s more than enough for all of us. You can always do your work later.” Erin suggested. Taffie opened his mouth to retort but honestly, he’s tired. It had already been a hectic and stressful day and he really didn’t want to do more paperwork. A hot meal with someone he actually likes talking to sounds so much better than working till he can barely stay awake, popping a frozen meal into the oven and passing out before he can even finish eating it.

“…Fine. I’ll stay for dinner. Thank you for the kind offer.” He finally said. Erin’s face lit up with a smile before she squashed it with a neutral expression. For a former assassin Erin really wasn’t the best at not letting her feelings show all over her face.

“That's great. I’ll go start dishing it out. Mind watching Drew for a moment more?” They asked. Taffie scoffed.

“Oh, absolutely not. Please, don’t leave me alone with that hellion.” He said, forgetting to not be rude. Erin outright laughed her signature cackle at that statement.

“And here I was thinking you two were getting along.” She teased. “That's fine. Drew can stay with me. You’ll have to help carry plates though. I won’t have enough hands.” Erin waved her one free hand not holding a 2 year old to make a point. Taffie nodded.

“I can do that.” He said, just happy to not have to babysit any longer. Enough was enough. Taffie relaxed as the two of them started working on dinner, exchanging familiar banter. He remembered why he liked Erin so much, she was fun and brought energy to the room that Taffie couldn’t bring himself. Without the standard tension that surrounded the two of them ever since the disbanding of the Castrators, it was actually nice being around her. Taffie felt his nerves draining away for the first time that day. He needed to visit the Sanctuary more often, even if the risk was high and a small child was there, ready to accost him at any moment. There wasn’t a more relaxing place.

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play pretend (sakusa x f!reader)

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Chapter 5

A few weeks later after the deal, rumors about you and Sakusa dating were spreading like a wildfire. You told Akio and Asami about the deal you made with Sakusa and Komori. Asami almost cried when she found out, Akio however, is still not fine with it, but he didn’t do anything against it.

As for you, the past few weeks felt like hell. You couldn’t even eat, read or do anything without feeling overwhelmed of the stares that the students were giving you. A few girls tried to befriend you, but you know what they want, and that is to get close to your fake boyfriend. You feel like your every move was being watched…it’s excruciating. You wonder if this is the reason why Sakusa’s ex-girlfriend broke up with him.

Komori is trying his best to make sure you won’t back out of your deal. He’s treating you to lunch, he’s always trying to offer you help, he’s always trying to lift your spirits up—in other words, it feels like he’s the one you’re fake dating instead of Sakusa.

Komori tried to give the two of you some alone time during the past few days, but it always ends up with you and Sakusa staring awkwardly at each other or the two of you ignoring one another. You couldn’t count how many times Komori facepalmed seeing the two of you.

“Look, this fake relationship won’t work if the two of you won’t cooperate.” Komori tells the two of you as he crosses his arms, “Can you…I don’t know, do what a close-knit couple would do?” You avoid eye contact with him while Sakusa just stares at his cousin. Komori heaved a sigh. Why do I feel like I’m talking with children?

“I know that the two of you don’t want this, that’s why you have to make this look real! It’s already been 3 weeks since this started and it seems like it doesn’t have any effect on Aika-chan.” Komori says. “You’re going to be stuck with each other longer than you expect.” Yeah, he has a point.

You kept on trying to initiate something between you and Sakusa, but your shy ass is keeping you from making any move. You really don’t have any romantic experience because of your volleyball career, so you have no choice but to use those sappy romance movies that you have watched as reference. But you can’t imagine you and Sakusa being like that. Ugh.

Sakusa on the other hand, just doesn’t give a damn. Or so you thought.

You sing to yourself as you make your way to the water dispenser, hands full of empty water bottles. You didn’t notice a group of girls chatting at the end of the hallway, smiles were wiped off their faces when they notice you. Their eyes follow your figure as you walk right past them, like a predator watching their prey.

You place the first water bottle that you refilled to the side, but a foot knocks it off the ground, spilling the water everywhere.

“What the—” You didn’t have the chance to finish your words when someone pulled your hair, making you yelp out in pain.

“Look at this two-timing bitch!” A girl grabs your chin a little too harshly, forcing you to look at her. Her long-manicured nails pierce your skin, distracting you from the throbbing pain in your scalp. You breathe heavily, your vision disfigured, feeling like you’re about to pass out in a few seconds. No, I got to get out of here.

“Who do you think you are, huh? You think you’re pretty?” The girl pulling your hair laughs as the other girl slaps your face. “You’re just a stupid girl who doesn’t know her place!” You tried to undo the other girl’s grip from your hair but she just pulls it even more. You feel your chest tighten uncomfortably.

You tried to elbow her but their two other friends hold each of your arm, preventing you from fighting back. You receive another slap from the girl in front of you. Stop, you wanted to say, but your throat feels dry and you can’t help it but focus more on your breathing.

“Listen to me, whore. Stop being delusional and wake up!” She brings her face a little too close to yours. “Remember that you and Sakusa-kun are—”

“That we are what?”

The girl turns around, her face pales as she looks at the source of the voice. Sakusa stood there without his face mask, his usual glare on his face while in his right hand is his empty water bottle. “S-Sakusa-kun!” The girls that were holding you immediately takes their hand off you as Sakusa walks towards you. He takes your hand in his and gently pulls you behind him. The warmth from his hands feels like spreading throughout your frame, easing the tension in your body. Your breathing returns to its normal pace, helping you regain your composure.

“What? I dare you to continue what you’re about to say.” Sakusa urges the girl, his voice dripping with venom. The girls, including you, tremble in fear. You feel anxiety build up in your chest once again, but Sakusa squeezes your hand slightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles when he senses your distress.

You squeeze his hand back.

The girl in front of you looks like she’s about to cry, seeing the two of you hold hands. She glares at you before looking at Sakusa, her features softening, as if to tell him that she didn’t do anything wrong.

“Why are you even defending that girl?” She points at you. “That bitch is fooling around with Komori-kun while dating you!”

Sakusa’s frown deepens. “Fooling around? And what’s your basis for saying that?”

“W-well,” Oh, she’s about to make a fool out of herself. “She’s always hanging out with K-Komori-kun and…” She stops, realizing that her reasoning sounds stupid.

You feel his grip on your hand tighten a bit. “Komori is my cousin and I trust him to look after my girlfriend when I’m not around.” Sakusa tells her. “If your brain can not understand what I had said, then I suggest you stop minding other people’s business and start educating yourself.”

Sakusa tugs on your hand as you walk away from the girls, their heads lowered in shame.

“I don’t want to see the four of you ever again.”

Sakusa finally lets go of your hand once you turned to a corner. His warmth lingered in your hands and you feel kind of disappointed that the physical contact didn’t last longer. He looks at you for a moment, his obsidian eyes landing on your swollen cheek.

“We need to get some ice packs.” He tells you.

He turns around, and starts to lead the way to the infirmary. You follow him, lagging behind as you debate with yourself if you should say something or not.

Finally finding the courage, you open your mouth to speak.

“S-Sakusa-san…” You trailed off. Sakusa stops in his tracks and looks at you over his shoulder, waiting for you to continue.

“Thanks for saving me.” You managed to say without stuttering. You want to pat yourself on the back for that.

“Hmm.” Sakusa responds with a hum and continues to walk towards the infirmary. You feel a surge of happiness course through you, despite his dry reply. You bite your lower lip to suppress your smile as you catch up to him. Somehow, you don’t feel scared of him anymore.

That’s a big step forward.

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Demie stared at the phone in his hand for a minute, utterly bewildered. The mentions of the Goatman had made him angry, but he hadn't expected Angel to just hang up on him, for a couple of reasons.

First, if Angel had actually suspected him of being the Goatman, he would've thought Angel would ask more questions. He'd never actually talked to any of the cryptozoologists that came poking around the woods, but from what he could tell about them, they didn't give up easily.

Second, even though he'd only known Angel for a few days, he could tell that Angel was talkative, and very interested in what Demie had to say. It didn't seem like him to just suddenly hang up.

Which left Demie wondering if he'd said something wrong. He knew he didn't have the best of social graces - he could blame it on the isolation he'd grown up in, but Marius didn't have any problem with being social, so that couldn't be it - but he thought he'd been doing well with talking to Angel. He was angry, and a little nervous about being exposed as non-human, but not so much that he wanted to stop talking to Angel. But maybe he had sounded too angry? He couldn't tell - the only person he talked to on a regular basis was Elaine, and she was a complete asshole, so maybe she'd rubbed off on him.

That was about as far as he got in that thought when Elaine started shouting for him.

"DEMIE!" She called from her room on the other side of the trailer.

"WHAT?" He shouted back.

"DEMIE!"

"FUCKING WHAT!?"

"COME HERE, JACKASS."

He frowned. There she went, being an asshole. She could just tell him what she wanted, but no, she had to make him come to her. He got up off his couch, grumbling, and ambled out of his room and across the living room.

"HURRY UP!" She yelled as she spotted him through her open door. She was sitting at her desk, in front of her computer. It and the TV in the living room were the most modern pieces of technology in the trailer, and even they were a few years out of date.

"What?" He asked, stopping at the threshold of her room. He never went in there. There wasn't a rule against it or anything, he just didn't like going in there. She had a ton of anime posters all over the wall, and they gave him the heebie-jeebies. Something about the big glossy eyes were just so creepy and alien.

"Come over here, there's something you need to watch."

"What is it?"

"Just get your ass over here!"

Demie grumbled again, but walked over to the desk. As he did, Elaine got up from her chair and patted it. Demie took a seat.

"Ugh, gross, it's all warm," he said.

"Oh, I'm the gross one? You don't fucking wear pants."

"It's not like I don't wash my ass or something," he shot back.

"Shut up and watch this fucking video," she said, leaning over and moving the mouse, clicking play on the Youtube video she had pulled up.

"WHAT'S UP, CLAYKIDS," an athletic white guy in his early 20s with perfectly coiffed hair shouted. "WE'RE IN WEST VIRGINIA, ON PART FIVE OF OUR QUEST FOR CRYPTIIIIIIIIDS!"

"This guy is way too fucking loud," Demie mumbled. Elaine shushed him.

The camera zoomed out of the guy's face to show him standing in some woods. "AND TODAY, WE'RE ON THE HUNT FOR THE GOATMAN!"

A chill crawled up Demie's spine, and his blood went cold. He watched in horrified silence as the man continued to shout about the history of the Goatman and how it was said to shapeshift and terrorize campers.

The camera cut and Demie gripped the arms of the chair. The man - joined by a crew of five other, almost identical white guys - now stood in the middle of a crumbling asphalt road. To either side of them were short brick buildings, only about eight in total. Demie recognized it instantly as Billy Brook, West Virginia - the town about twenty minutes from the trailer.

The video spent a few minutes on the crew ambushing various townspeople, sticking microphones in their faces and asking them about the Goatman.

"Oh yeah, that Goatman, he killed my dog," an old man said.

"Everyone knows you stay out of the woods," said a middle-aged woman.

"Yeah, I heard about the Goatman," a man in his twenties told the camera, "my buddy Mike at the video store has seen him."

"WHOO!" One of the crew hooted, pulling the camera around to get an extreme close-up of himself. "Eye witness, baby!"

Demie shivered. Please don't go to the video store, please don't go to the video store, he thought.

Immediately, the video smash cut to a small, whitewashed building with a hand-painted sign that read: 'Video Store - VHS - DVD - XXX.'

"This video store has been in operation since 1985,' a sleepy-sounding voiceover said. "No movie theaters in town, most people don't have internet, so we stay in business pretty easily."

The video cut to the inside of the store, the camera slowly sweeping over the shelves.

"This place is LIT, fam," one of the crew said. "Yoooo, check it out, this place has porn!" The camera fixed on a shelf in the back of the building, though the covers of the videos had been pixelated out.

"So tell us about the Goatman," the first white guy said, the video cutting to a strung-out young man in flannel with a name tag that read 'Mike' standing behind a counter.

"Oh yeah, the Goatman, he comes in here like once a month," Mike said.

"Does he buy any videos?"

"Oh yeah."

"What kind of videos does the Goatman buy?"

"Uh, y'know, splatter gore horror stuff. Sometimes he gets some musicals. Oh, and a lot of porn."

"What kind of porn does the Goatman buy?" The guy asked, laughing.

"GOAT PORN!" Someone shouted off screen.

"Nah, man, he gets like… big titty blonde chicks."

"What does the Goatman look like?" The main guy asked.

"He's like… seven feet tall, man. He's got like really long hair and a beard, and these big ass curly horns."

"That doesn't sound like any Goatman I've heard of," a different person said from off camera.

"Nah man, he's real. He like, lives out in the woods and shit."

Demie sank into the chair, lifting up his hands and covering his face, though keeping his fingers open to watch the video. "Shit," he murmured.

"I told you going to the video store was a bad idea," Elaine said, words dripping with vitriol.

"Mike is always high out of his fucking mind," Demie said, words muffled by his hands. "I didn't think he'd even remember that I was ever there."

"Keep watching, it gets worse," she said. He moaned in horror. How could it possibly get worse?

The video cut again, this time showing the crew out in the woods. The sun was beginning to set.

"Check it out, no trespassing," one of the crew said, pointing to a piece of sheet metal nailed to a tree. The words had been hand-painted on. Demie sank lower into his chair. He'd made that sign himself.

"Trespassing in the Goatman's woods, yeah boyyyy," another member of the crew said.

"So, where's the Goatman?" Another asked. The main guy tried to shush them, but they kept talking as they stumbled through the woods, jumping and then laughing at every snap of a branch or rustle of leaves.

And then, out of nowhere, a crack of gunfire interrupted their buffoonery. The entire crew became silent. A few moments passed, and another shot could be heard.

"OH SHIT!" The main guy shouted, and the camera work became a dizzying blur as the crew began to run.

They came out of the woods onto a dirt road, where they began to laugh.

"Jesus, we almost got murdered by fuckin' hillbillies!" One of them shouted. The other hummed a few bars of 'Dueling Banjos'.

"Alright, well, that was a bust, but we'll keep looking," the main guy said, grabbing the camera and pointing it in his face. "Be sure to like, comment, smash that subscribe button, and buy our merch, Claykids!"

The video ended and Demie sat there in silence, eyes glued to the computer screen. "We're so fucked," he mumbled.

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Of Thoughts And Phobias

Part 4: Under Wraps

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"Robin!" Sean cheered when he came through the door.

"Hey hey!" He dropped his bag on the floor and brought Sean into a hug.

"Haha, welcome to the mess. How was the trip, man?"

"Ugh, don't get me started. Seems like anything that could've gone wrong did at the same time. It's like something didn't want me to come here or something."

He tiredly walked over to the couch, Sean making sure to stay in between him and the shattered counter.

"Just don't wake me up and we'll be fine," he said, flopping face-first on the couch.

"Y'good man?"

A muffled confirmation came from the cushions closely followed by snoring.

"Been a long day for both of us, I guess."

Sean grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and carefully draped it over him.

"Goodnight, dude," he sighed, switching off the lights.

He swapped into some pajamas and fell onto his bed. It was impossible trying to get comfortable. His mind was just so active and awake that even blinking was a traitorous act. His brain was shouting at him all the possibilities of what was happening to him. He couldn't hide for long. He knew that. There was no way that this would end well. He groaned.

Sleep didn't come for a while.

Waking up felt even harder than falling asleep. He struggled to keep his eyes opened as he felt around for his phone.

He fell ungracefully out of bed and landed with an "oomf".

As he got up, he saw a quick flash of bright red from under his bed. He didn't want to think about it.

He was interrupted by a loud snore coming from the other room. He forgot he wasn't alone. Sean poked his head out into the living room to find a bundled- up figure on the couch, snoring loudly. Only his feet and hair were visible. He chuckled and went back to his room to get ready.

Getting dressed was a chore when running on a few hours of sleep, but Sean pushed past it. He fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and went to check on Robin again.

"So I was thinking we could start by recording-" He walked into the living room to be greeted by a Robin who was still out cold.

"Uh. Hello?" He tried.

"Earth to Pixlpit? Roooooobiin, come 'ooon man. We have thiiiings to do," nothing.

"Geez," he backed off into the kitchen, where he remembered his shopping list. He had forgotten all about it and yep, the only thing he could find food wise was the junk in the fridge and an old box of spaghetti noodles.

"Whoops," he said. That won't do.

He snatched a sheet of printer paper and a sharpie and scribbled down a note for Robin when he woke up. After grabbing his phone and placing the note lovingly on Robin's face, Sean left once more.

It only took him about an hour to get groceries and come back. Robin was up by the time he came back, sitting at the table.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty! How was the couch?"

Robin chuckled.

"It was fine, but I woke up with this hanging out of my mouth," he held up the note.

"Had to put it somewhere you could see it," he shrugged slyly, slacking the grocery bags off his arms. He turned on the coffee maker and started to put the food away.

"So, I was thinking we could start with the Reading Your Comments and then go into the challenge vids," Sean explained, pulling out eggs and milk to put in the fridge.

"And tomorrow we can get some playthroughs done before we get started on editing," Robin added from behind his mug.

"Exactly. Sorry about the lack of food, want me to whip something up before we get started?"

"That sounds awesome," he laughed.

Everything was alright.

He smashed a few eggs unexpectedly and startled Robin by cracking the counter a bit when he accidentally gripped it too hard, but it was nothing he couldn't brush off.

It's fine.

Spending time with Robin almost made Sean forget about everything. It all just seemed to fade back into reality after he fell through crazy town. Recording felt... normal. And he needed that. He needed something ordinary.

That left the two of them walking down town to a cafe that Sean had recommended. They had gotten quite a lot of work done and decided to take a lunch break.

"No way," he continued, "there is no way the remake was better than the original."

“I’m telling you man! The plot line was more realistic and they fixed multiple plot holes in it!” Sean followed alongside him. The door dinged behind them.

“There was nothing wrong with the plot, you just couldn’t wrap your small head around it!”

Sean gasped dramatically.

“Insulted. By my best friend! For shame, Robin, for shame.”

They both laughed and sat down at a booth.

It was a nice place, quiet and homey, and it always smelled like coffee and chips. Relaxed chatter from other customers filled the room. Music played overhead and the TV in the corner murmured away about sports, and it all blended together into a pleasant white noise.

“Wait ‘till you try the bread, man. They make it from scratch!”

“Is that why we walked five blocks to get here?” Robin laughed again.

“Yes,” he deadpanned.

They continued talking until their food came.

"Thank you, miss. Oh, more chips, please?" Sean asked as the waitress walked away.

He dove into the fresh batch of chips.

It took him a moment to realize that Robin had stopped talking. He looked up and saw him staring back with a concerned look.

"What's wrong?" He tried.

"Dude are you alright? That's the sixth plate of chips you've ordered."

Oh. He didn't realize. He vaguely recalled something similar happening the other day at the pizza restaurant. Did it have something to do with his new.. predicament? Probably, seeing as he was still hungry.

"Um, told ya?" Robin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Best chips in town!" He laughed nervously.

"Right. Maybe next time you'll actually let me try some," he was smiling but the worry was still visible in his eyes.

"You'll just have to beat me to it!"

Stupid.

They continued to eat in silence until the waitress brought them a check.

"Let me," said Robin, "you've al--"

Sean knew Robin was talking but he couldn't hear him. His eyes were attached to the screen nearest to them. It was a news reporter, discussing reports on stuff that happened throughout the day. But the video that was playing in the corner...

Oh no.

"It really is an odd sight," the reporter stated, "This anonymous clip shows what appears to be a bolt of green lightning flashing in the sky. The same lighting was also spotted a second time not long after, a few miles away. That's not the weirdest part, though. If you pay attention, it almost sounds like someone screaming.-"

The TV was turned down as to not interrupt the patrons but Sean heard it clear as day.

They found him.

"Some call it a joke, just a gag someone sent us to get on the news. Others say that the footage shown is real, unmodified and definitely something to be wary of. What are your thoughts, Jim?"

It switched to another anchorman, appearing next to the videos.

The clips shown showed a bright flash in the sky, appearing above an airplane. It disappeared shortly after that.

Oh no no no.

"Well I don't know about you, but I think they look very convincing-"

No, no no no no no no no no-

"Sean!"

He snapped back. Robin was looking at him, concern all over his face. He swallowed down the knot in his throat.

"You good, man? You zoned out pretty hard there. What're you even looking at?" He started turning around. Sean quickly grabbed his arm, forcing him back.

"No," he whispered.

Robin shook his arm out of his grip. "Why? what's wrong, my hair messed up or something?"

"Don't," he tried again. "Please." Why did everything have to be so loud? Tears pulled at his eyes.

"Can we go home?"

Robin nodded knowingly. "Yeah man, let's get you home."

Sean was silent on the walk back. Robin didn't think to mention it.

Sean fell down face first onto the couch.

"Oomph."

Robin pushed his legs off so he could sit down instead. He tapped Sean on the shoulder.

"Hey, are you feeling better?"

A muffled noise came from the cushions, then Sean pushed himself up so he was sitting too.

"Yeah. I.. sorry," he sighed.

"No no," Robin interrupted. "It's normal dude, it looked like it was just an anxiety attack. Those aren't a joke."

Sean nodded slightly. "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He tried.

"No, Robin," he grumbled "I'm fine. 'S just anxiety, I'm fine."

He got up from the couch and started towards his room.

"Sorry. I think I'll just take a nap or something. You alright with that?"

Robin sighed.

"You know where to find me man."

"Thanks Robin."

"Any time."

Sean closed the door behind him and fell down against it. Small bursts of light shakily pulsated all down his arms. He decided to focus on that instead.

He wasn't even sure why he was panicking. Sure they *caught* him on camera but they didn't *know* that it was him. He watched the neon colors trickle down his arms like water. What would he do if they did find out? What would he do if Robin did? He didn't want to think about it. But what if?

Losing it won't do anything, Sean, he told himself. You need to calm down.

He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs completely before exhaling.

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

Come on, Jackieboy, you got this.

He stayed there for a while, contemplating whether he should get up to go to bed. The thought was interrupted by the bright red peeking out from under his bed.

He could hear Robin outside furiously working on his laptop. Knowing him, he wouldn't move for hours.

He supposed sleep could wait.

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Annotation notes for Wicked Saints

Attached under the cut are my word-for-word annotation notes pulled straight from my copy of Wicked Saints. Check out my previous post and goodreads review before reading the annotation notes.

I only decided to start annotating this book 115 pages in, because I realized that there were so many problems I was complaining about to my friend Sophie over text that I thought “Hey, I’d better write this shit down so I have receipts/can easily reference my thoughts.” I’d never really done annotations before, so I pulled out a new pack of sticky notes and color tabs that someone gave to me for free when I was in college and got to work. I ran out of sticky notes (started a new pad) and yellow tabs (borrowed last few from a weird tab/highlighter I found at the bottom of my college study stuff bin). I also got so frustrated I had to put the book down several times, because I’d paid eighteen dollars to pre-order this fucking garbage.

Pg 115 Pink tab – Character note --Bitch do you want to kill him or not? This is like bad Reylo fic— (Nadya being ~~inexplicably~~ held back from killing Mal, because she really wants to kill Mal, but just CANT for SOME REASON)

pg 123 Yellow tab – writing/literacy/grammar note --no note written— “He braced himself for the inevitable summons from his father. It arrived immediately by way of servant wearing a plain brown mask that left only his eyes visible. One of his father’s personal servants.”

Pg 137 Yellow tab – writing/literacy/grammar note --WTF is “it commanded attention”?! This whole throne bit is needlessly over-explanatory and could be fixed by adhering to golden rule “show, don’t tell”—

pg 139 Yellow tab --you don’t have to repeat the same thing twice!— “…Serefin paused, swallowing down the anxiety threatening to choke him. He was suddenly unspeakably nervous.”

Pg 140 Yellow tab --you just said they didn’t know who it was and now, not even a page later, you’re literally describing Mal and saying you DO know who it was?! WHO TF EDITED THIS SHIT— (Izak telling Serefin that they don’t know the vulture who escaped, then the vulture lurking behind him describing the backstory of the vulture who escaped)

pg 145 pink tab --what, is she Canadian now?— “You’ve realized your father isn’t so good a father to you, eh?” she [Pelayega] asked.

Pg 146 Yellow tab --For all that Duncan over-explains things in this story I still don’t fucking understand the High/Low prince thing??? Not once has she gone into it. And what the fuck is a slavhka?— (in reference to the first mention of there being “low princes”)

pg 148 Blue tab – Plot note --Why is the church still standing they LITERALLY TORE IT DOWN! THIS PART OF IT COLLAPSED!!!— (in reference to parijahan lying on top of pillows in the church Mal and Nadya just destroyed to get rid of the Vultures)

pg 153 Yellow tab --Are we really still saying “invalid” in the year of our unbridled insanity 2019?— “…Your mother, Estera, is an invalid…” (Mal making up a fake background for Nadya)

pg 153 Blue tab --SINCE WHEN DOES HE HAVE TATTOOS ON HIS HANDS— (in reference to the very first mention of Mal having tattoos on his hands, 153 pages into the story)

pg 155 Pink tab --Anna is so flat a character she could be removed from the whole book and not one thing would change— (in reference to Anna deciding to leave the group to re-join Kalyazi forces. I hold by this statement because Anna had no fucking role in the end of the book, and was therefore a useless character throughout)

pg 157 Pink tab --I’m sorry are we ETHNIC CLEANSING?! IS THIS WHAT WE ARE ENDORSING?! WTF?— “…then we can cleanse Kalyazin of the heretics entirely”

pg 163 Blue tab --this is the first we are hearing about any hierarchy in the vultures, which we should have read many chapters ago, not just when convenient for the author/plot— (in reference to first mention of Crimson Vulture)

pg 164 Yellow tab/Blue tab (overlapping domains) --Inches? FRACTIONS? IN THIS ECONOMY?!— (what is math in medieval Poland)

pg 167 Yellow tab --Still have not defined nobility and what makes a family “noble” or slavhka or whatever “low prince/royalty” or some shit— (In reference to yet another mention of low princes/royalty and somehow differentiating them from slavhka)

pg 168 Blue tab --I am more interested in gay Romeo/Juliet in a blood mage society than I am the entire plot of Wicked Saints— --Also this interaction feels cringey and thrown in for…no real reason?— “You’ve missed so much! Did you know that Nikodem Stachowicz was caught in the palace archives with the youngest Osadik boy?” (Zaneta)

pg 170 Yellow tab --FIRE YOUR COPY EDITOR— He shrugged, burying his tattooed hands in his pockets. “It binds over time, magic does. Especially blood magic. It’s so accessible. You don’t have to have a true affinity for it…” (Mostly I got furious over the fact that we’re only just getting Mal’s tattoo hands, which was obviously written in as an afterthought for his character partway through the writing process and not retconned into the story. I also just hate the sentence “it binds over time, magic does.”)

Pg 170 Yellow tab --Page 170: “walked on” Page 177: on horseback. WHAT IS THE TRUTH?— “Malachiasz stopped to wait for Nadya while the others walked on ahead” (this note coincides with a future note)

pg 173 Orange tab – blatant parallels to and lifts from Dragon Age franchise --you get a special shame-color for copying Dragon Age (also WHAT IS YOUR MAGIC STRUCTURE HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE) (it’s just bad writing)— “He was referring to witches—apostate magic users outside the gods’ approval—but there had been no witches in Kalyazin for decades. Their route of magic was considered just as heretical as blood magic…”

pg 176 yellow tab --Emily A Duncan focuses [more] on the little actions of Malacheezit than she does for any other character and it hurts the story— (specific reference to line “He fidgeted, fingers picking at a hang nail” interjected in dialogue. This action-dialogue tag does no service to the story at all.)

Pg 177 Pink tab --What the fuck? Is this about Holy War or is this a romance fantasy? (note the order: not “fantasy romance”)— “In a flash, his hand was underneath her chin, thumb brushing against her jaw…If Nadya hadn’t been sitting down she suspected her knees would have given out on her.”

Pg 177 Yellow tab --SINCE WHEN DO THEY HAVE FUCKING HORSES?! FIRE ALL YOUR EDITORS FIRE THE PUBLISHER— “Nadya let her horse wander instead of tying it up, sending a short prayer up to Vaclav to keep an eye on the animal so it didn’t stray too far.” (These horses were never mentioned before (note connects to a prev. note) and were never mentioned again after this. I literally cannot fathom how or why this book made it to final printing in this state.)

Pg 183 Pink tab --All this romance shit seems so forced for both Nadya and mal. I see no actual attraction on either party?— (I’m not recording the second note as it is a crude remark against the author, a remark of which I still stand by, but would be damaging to both her and myself. However, the emotion of the second note follows the concept of “anyone who knew what they were talking about wouldn’t write this kind of bullshit.”)

Pg 185 Yellow tab --“Per se”? I’m sorry is there LATIN in this world? (it’s bad writing)— “He wasn’t putting it off per se, he…”

pg 186 yellow tab --“It was fitting THAT assassins…” ugh— “It was fitting assassins chose to strike that same evening” (Doesn’t the author have a masters degree? And works in a library? How is her writing this chopped and sloppy, omitting crucial subject/action markers?)

Pg 198 Blue tab --Jesus, are prostitutes of war a NORMAL THING? WE SHOULD BE SAVING THESE POOR WOMEN— “The girl is…” He faltered, convincingly. “Well, you understand.” He winked at the soldier. (the soldier doesn’t even remark on Nadya’s sex slave status) (Also I realize that “prostitutes of war” is not the correct vernacular, however I’m committed to giving you my direct and exact notes. I know that they are slaves of war, sex slaves specifically, and do not receive true compensation or reparation for their suffering.)

Pg 201 Pink tab --HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT NOBLES? YOU LIVED YOUR WHOLE LIFE IN A MONASTERY!— “Nobles are nobles,” she [Nadya] said waving a hand. “Regardless of where they come from. The pettiness of court transcends all cultural boundaries.”

Pg 202 Blue tab --WHAT THE FUCK? EXPLAIN YOUR MAGIC/MYTHS— (referencing the blasé and brief mention of Wolf Changers, which we never hear about again)

pg 203 blue tab --WHAT NECKLACE? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?— --Oh, that necklace, that was mentioned in the first chapter, forgotten, reintroduced the following chapter, then COMPLETELY forgotten again! Bad writing. Bad props.— “Her prayer beads were safely in her pocket, so she clutched at the necklace Kostya had given her.”

Pg 205 Blue tab --Is her accent suddenly better?— (reference to previous statements of Nadya having a terrible travanian accent, hence the sex slave thing to the border guard so she doesn’t have to talk, but now she’s talking and there was no reference to her improving her accent at all or even working on it.)

pg 207 yellow tab --I can see Emily has a kink for masks + chin grabbing— “He [Serefin] reached out and took her chin in his hand, lifting her face up to his” (Mal has also done this to Nadya countless times and she orgasms almost every time.)

Pg 209 Orange tab --The veil, yet another stolen Dragon Age concept!— “…closed her eyes, letting herself feel the invisible wall separating gods from men. She felt it the moment they had stepped into Tranavia, the weight of the veil pressing down against her, choking off her only access to the divine.” (This is also the very first reference to any such veil being in place. It took 209 pages for this to be mentioned, in a book chock full of a girl talking to gods in her head. Also, they’ve been in Tranavia for awhile. Why wasn’t this mentioned when they first stepped foot inside? (because it’s bad writing))

Pg 209 Pink tab --Nadya’s powers seem almost limitless at this point— “Holy speech whispered through her head and she moved to disassemble the spells woven through the walls. She couldn’t take them apart completely— someone would notice, precautions in place—she was just making them fuzzy, bleeding them out. She dulled them so any information imparted back to the mages who set them would appear mundane.” (If Nadya’s powers (at this point in the book) are tied to the gods, there is no mention of which god provides these powers. If this is meant to foreshadow that Nadya has her own powers, it’s a lazy job. It’s simply overpowered and oversimplified. )

Pg 210 [no tab just a sticky] --oh FINALLY we hear how they met!— “I’ve known him [Rashid] my whole life. And we crashed into Malachiasz about six months ago after getting into trouble with some off-duty Kalyazi soldiers.”

Pg 214 [no tab just a sticky] --also can we acknowledge the whole “brown girl serves a white girl” thing because WOW— (in reference to Parijahan playing handmaiden to Nadya at the palace)

pg 215 Pink tab --“Couldn’t worry about the prince”? wasn’t HE the one she wanted to kill in revenge for Kostya? (IS THAT ALL FORGOTTEN NOW?)

pg 216 Pink tab --First Zaneta is Indian [coded] and now she’s black [coded]? WHAT?— “…a tall girl with luminous skin like onyx threaded with gold…her spiral curls fanned out around her head like a halo.”

Pg 217 Orange tab --The game? Court intrigue? Masks? This all reeks of Orlais and direct theft from Dragon Age— (in reference to basically the whole castle competition, masks, etc)

pg 217 Yellow tab --And now we’re switching perspectives mid-chapter? Just start a new chapter!— (in reference to the very first mid-chapter perspective switch, which will occur more from here on out)

pg 232 yellow tab --I am so sick of these italicized words without any translation or description— (in reference to szitelka which I still DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS)

pg 233 pink tab --what the fuck is Nadya’s perspective? Does she want to kill all Tranavians or not? Emily make up your fucking mind— (in reference to Nadya getting pissed at Mal for killing the other blood mage girl in Nadya’s duel, so that Nadya wouldn’t die and the duel would end)

pg 234 pink tab --literally when has Nadya worried about his safety, esp. when she’s the one always threatening to kill him?— “She hadn’t forgotten, not even while she found herself worrying about his safety and wanting him by her side.”

Pg 235 Pink tab --oh FINALLY we get a description of his tattoos! 235 PAGES IN!!!! BULLSHIT YOU HACK WRITER!— “She found her eyes drawn to the tattoos on his long, elegant fingers. They were simple, straight lines: two on either side of each finger and one down the back that started at the bed of each fingernail and ended at his wrist in a single black bar.” (I literally vomited in my mouth when I read this)

Pg 238 Pink tab --Oh so Mal can’t murder to save you but you can murder Tranavians and its fucking justified? Nadya is such a bad Nazi char.— “It’s not an apology for murdering that girl, she noted. But it was a start. It was something from this boy who obviously had no morals and no regard for anything that didn’t serve his own interests.” (Nadya is the worst hypocrite and I want to punch her in the face)

Pg 239 Yellow tab --Hanged? Since when? Has hanging? Been a threat? Ever? In this world?— “…or else this whole mess of a plan will go up in smoke and we’ll all be hanged for it.”

Pg 240 Pink tab (this is another omitted note because it is a crude comment in part against the author, but the other half does say that Nadya is such a virgin and that I am second-hand embarrassed because this book and the “romance” scenes are so bad)

pg 242 blue tab --If Nadya used blood magic, why don’t the gods cut off her powers for her heresy? It would only make sense— (this is just a general comment on the chapter and how, after the duel and Nadya used blood magic, her gods were still talking to her. This is also before we find out that Nadya has her own powers)

pg 247 yellow tab --the way this is lazily written we’re supposed to assume it’s Ostiya at the door. Could be written much better (all of this could be written much better)— “Serefin hastily wrapped his still-bleeding hand with cloth while Kacper got the door. Ostiya blinked her single eye at the sight of both of them.”

Pg 248 Blue tab --“delicate gov[ernmen]t? we don’t even know how the gov’t is even structured!— “This was too far. It would crumble Travania’s already delicate government.”

Pg 259 Blue tab --Oh good, a love triangle. Good to know Nadya’s type is “blood mage tortured/charming boy” that grabs chin + kisses hands— “…and wasn’t sure what to do with this charmingly awkward boy. That he was one of the most powerful blood mages in Tranavia...She wavered too much already; she couldn’t allow herself to feel any more.”

Pg 260 Pink tab --Literally all that Parijahan does is be soft + comforting? That is literally all she does to Mal + Nadya + Rashid?— “Nadya usually didn’t see this side of Parijahan. It relieved her to see there was a warm softness to Parijahan’s flinty gaze.”

Pg 270 Blue tab --What do you mean? When did you mention that the gods had withdrawn their power from Nadya?— “She had no magic. She had nothing. She had no hope without her gods.”

Pg 275 Blue tab --But they would abandon her for using blood magic you dumbass— “The gods wouldn’t have abandoned her. Not for a few doubts, not for kissing a heretic—not even that.”

Pg 278 Blue tab --Okay this is actually a really cool scene— (when Nadya is first using blood with the pendant to see her way out of the room the rogue Vultures locked her in)

pg 280 blue tab --Calls her “little bird” is this Mal?— (referencing this unnamed god that Nadya is talking to via Kostya’s necklace)

pg 287 yellow tab --sloppy transition makes it seem as though a new person is talking— (Basically for the next two pages Emily incorrectly punctuates her paragraph breaks while Pelayega is talking.)

Pg 294 Orange tab --Velyos=Solas=Mal? Oh my god is this whole plot a regurgitation of DA:Inquisition/Trespasser?— “Have you heard of him? I suppose not. The veil went up, Velyos broke away. Your gods were probably relieved, but here he is once more...”

pg 298 blue tab --fucking called it (“acted like he was dead”? Literally said before that he was “sent to the country”)— (in reference to Serefin seeing Mal and discovering that his cousin is the Black Vulture. Previously, a not so subtle mention of a nameless male cousin of Serefin’s was “sent to the country” when he was young. I immediately pegged it as being Mal. But now it is written that Serefin was led to believe that his cousin died? The inconsistencies are rife.)

pg 308 pink tab --Does Nadya literally have no self control or sense of morality (for her own morals)? What the fuck is this?— “Then her traitorous, heretical hands betrayed her as she reached up and wove them into his hair, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him. Because she was angry with him, furious with his lies, but not even her anger was enough to cool the burning she felt when he was near; the heat that spread through her nerves when he touched her.”

Pg 308 Pink tab --ooh power shift, she’s doing the chin-grabbing now!— “She took his chin in her hand, directing his gaze down to hers.”

Pg 309 Blue tab --except for the vultures that kidnapped her? What about them?!— “Go to the cathedral when you’re finished here,” he said. “None of the Vultures will give you any trouble.”

Pg 313 Pink tab --Didn’t want the fate of nations? She LITERALLY came here to topple the monarchy and uproot Tranavia and start a mass ethinic cleansing— “She was only one girl; she didn’t want the fate of nations resting on her decisions.”

Pg 314 Pink tab --YOU CAN’T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS YOU DUMB BITCH— [the dumb bitch being Nadya] “The war took something important to me,” she said, fingering Kostya’s necklace unconsciously. She couldn’t think about how it had been Serefin who had led that attack. (Nadya literally forgets and completely forgives Serefin for what she believes is Kostya’s murder (we know that Kostya wasn’t killed by Serefin but his BABY BRO WAS). Like, wasn’t Kostya super important to her? And she tried to kill Serefin in revenge but Mal stopped her? And in literally less than a week she totally forgets about it?)

Pg 318 Pink tab --Honestly, Mal deserves better than Nadya. He’s clearly doing his best and she’s just being racist and unwavering.— He opened his mouth, at a loss for words. Finally, he asked, “Will it always be like this?” Would it? She couldn’t say. Would she ever be comfortable with what he was? Or would it always be this constant hot and cold, friends one second and enemies the next? “I don’t know.” (Nadya is so abusive in this whole relationship I feel bad for Mal)

pg 321 yellow tab --He literally said he only told her the truth?! Mal has literally not told one lie?— “He was a liar and she wanted his truths”

pg 322 yellow tab --The whole order of this scene description + the characters is clunky and wrong— (no further comment really, that pretty much explains it)

pg 326 pink tab --Did she literally forget about Kostya? Did Nadya literally just forgive Serefin b/c she thinks he’s cute and tortured? LITERALLY? WHY?— “Serefin. He’s good,” She nuzzled his chest. “I like him. He should live.”

Pg 327 Blue tab --Can Serefin suddenly write his own spells now?! I thought only Mal could do that— “As he sat down at his desk with spells sprawled out in front of him, blood still drying on the pages, he couldn’t shake the feeling…”

pg 335 pink tab --That’s right, bitch! You’re damn nigh abusive to him and for some reason he keeps coming back! I don’t know why since you have the personality of a Nazi but for some reason Mal just really wants to fuck you!— “How could she be the only good thing to happen to him? She had almost slit his throat, had hung him off a railing. She didn’t even trust him, not really.”

Pg 351 Blue tab --since when have we seen a fucking calendar system?— “…turned the tide of a battle in 625 when…” (this is a “Vasiliev’s Book of Saints” entry for chapter 33. There is one more reference to a year in an earlier codex entry (tsk another Dragon Age ripoff) for something like 15XX. We don’t know what year it is, nor do we know when/why they started counting. Maybe it’s not critical for the story but it IS critical if you’re bringing it up.)

pg 357 orange tab --Literally Solas’s plot in Trespasser— “She bit back a cry of pain and shoved her magic harder up at the veil. If this was when she died, then fine. Fine. She would tear this veil down first and bring the gods back to Tranavia with her dying breath.”

Pg 360 Blue tab --How did she get here? Already? These scenes are so lazy, show me Nadya scrambling up the dais to Mal’s waiting neck— “He idly spun a chalice on the armrest and Serefin watched as the cleric stood and darted for a dagger that reseted a few steps away. It was time to test just what he could do with this power. (now it’s Nadya’s POV) Malachiasz’s eyes closed. He tilted his head back, baring his throat to Nadya’s blade.”

Pg 363 Yellow tab --Did we just miss Serefin fighting his father for Nadya’s sexy threatening? Was that really a real choice the author made?— (Nadya looks over at Serefin) “Serefin was on his knees, hunched over in pain, blood oozing from his head, one hand white-knuckled on the ground holding him up. Dead moths littered the floor around him. The stars around his head began to flicker out.”

Pg 368 Yellow tab --you CANNOT call it an “Adam’s apple” when there is no “Adam” or Christianity in this fantasy world! Lazy writing indeed!— “His head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing, as he swallowed hard.”

Pg 376 Yellow tab --this line is so cliché and fucking bad why the fuck is it even in here?— “The king is dead, long live the king,” she said, handing it [the crown] to him [Serefin].

Pg 376 Yellow tab --And why didn’t you write that the other vultures disappeared? There is so much missing here— “Where are all the Vultures?” Ostiya asked “Most probably fled with their king,” Serefin said.

Pg 378 Yellow tab --Is what enough? Power? Crown? What the fuck? This is so sloppy— “Will this be enough?” she asked him [Serefin]. “To stop the war?” … [Serefin:] “It will”

pg 380 yellow tab --No clear description of where Mal is. Is this physical or ethereal? What the fuck is happening?— (Mal’s whole epilogue)

#review #wicked saints spoilers #spoilers

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