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JIB9 (JIBCON 2018) ANALYSIS PART 2

Go read part 1 of jib9 analysis if you haven’t read it already.

Continuing from where we left off...

Misha says no, he doesn’t think that Cas feels like part of the family and Jensen smirks and looks down while Jared smiles

Jensen helps Misha along with his answer

Jensen defends Sam and Dean after Misha says they don’t show emotion saying things like “I love you so much”

Jens: “There are a few scenes where you know,”

Jared: “Didn’t you see the one with the whole if we die we will do that together too?”

Jens: “Yeah that was emotional”

This is getting serious people. Remember this is season 13 they are talking about.

Jens keeps going on “you know there was embracing, and then there was a lot-I mean…” This whole time Jensen is looking at Misha

Misha is like “All I’m saying…”

And Jensen cuts Misha off and says, “Did you miss that?”

Look at Jared’s face here though. He’s like are you guys having a lovers’ quarrel? Am I missing something?

Misha tries to talk again but Jensen is adamant, unrelenting to give up on that there was an emotional scene between Dean and Cas. 13x05??? “Were you not there?”

Misha being who he is and not backing down either he says, “NO” rather defiantly.

Jared’s face here though. He stopped talking and is watching these two lovers go at it. (No, not the sexy kind)

Jensen doesn’t look too thrilled about what Misha said. Jared laughs Jensen is basically done at this point. Look at his face.

Misha continues “That was Castiel”

And Jensen just looks appalled, he raises his eyebrows looks down at his hands [0.43 insert Jensen’s face atm] and since Misha is looking at him and he sees that Jensen is unhappy he adds “I’m very method.”

Jensen goes to say something but stops himself, Jared senses the tension, Misha is still looking at Jensen and Jensen hasn’t looked at Misha since he asked him “were you not there?”

IDK what is going on here but it fees like more than just about Dean and Cas and more like it’s about Jensen and Misha. I mean Jared and Misha are having fun with it and Jensen just seems adamant to prove they care A LOT about Cas which is weird considering the fact that the moment Misha was asked that question Jensen agreed with Jared that they are not as pleased that Cas was back (this was a joke) . So what has changed since then? Only a few seconds have passed.

Jensen presses on, “I mean was Cas there? I know he was there physically but was he there emotionally? Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

The way Misha is holding his microphone he looks scared. Jensen can’t take his eyes off Misha.

Misha says, “see this is what I’m talking about” I think he realizes Jensen is getting too emotional and personal on stage and he decides to guide the conversation to the funny side.

Jensen laughs .

Misha says “ I don’t think he [Cas] lets himself feel worthy or wanted” and Jensen keeps looking at a fixed spot on the floor and I don’t know what’s so interesting there. Jared says “smart” in reference to Misha’s statement and Jensen nods.

Jared tries to make fun but Misha is not having it, he [Misha] looks at an imaginary watch and says “That said-uh…that said I think this season he’s felt more part of the team and the family…probably *looks at Jensen* more than ever before” Now I talked about that moment here but I have to reiterate, something is off here tbh. I don’t know what was going on with Jensen but something was definitely off.

I have been thinking about what the causation of Jensen’ s behaviour could be and I have come to a very weird and maybe kind of controversial conclusion, IDK. But here’s what I think. Maybe Misha finally told Jensen that he didn’t feel like he was part of the family because of the way they treated him and talked shit about him at J2 panels? Like how he pretended to gag when he saw Misha on screen during the jib9 j2 panel the previous day. Or the extreme pranks Jared played on him and Jensen just stood aside? The way some j2 fans send hate to him and that it gets to him. Maybe he finally opened up. Because if that is the case then, Jensen blamed himself for making Misha feel like that when he didn’t have any intention to? I hope I’m making sense. Or maybe it could be something else entirely but I feel like since 2017 Jensen had stopped going along with Jared’s attempts to make fun of Misha at their panes. So maybe this was him feeling bad that he ever played a part in that??? Okay my head hurts I have to move on.

Since that moment Jensen doesn’t look okay, even when Mishalecki are bantering with the next fan, Jensen just seems sad? Sad is not the right word but he seems kind of upset

So the fan makes a small mistake in what she’s asking and Misha laughs then Jensen turns to look at him for a brief second, it’s literally for a second and Misha looks at him with his big blue eyes but Jensen looks away rather quickly. I think they can both feel the weight of the previous answer Misha gave simmering beneath the surface but they can’t talk about it atm.

Now Jared says something rather weird to me, “A man who goes to sleep with an itchy butt wakes up with a smelly hand.” (I know it’s a saying or whatever but it’s just a strange thing to say or maybe it’s just me) Jensen is nodding along to that but Misha doesn’t look amused. I think it’s an interesting thing to say when two of your best friends who play with each other’s butts are seated on stage with you. I’m not sorry I said that because it had to be said.

For a literal microsecond, Misha looks at Jensen but Jensen is looking at a fixed spot on the floor as has become norm in the last 2 minutes. Mish suppresses a smile because he knows Jensen still feels bad about earlier.

Jared says that’s why he thinks the brother’s and Cas have to die in order for the show to end and Jensen’s face is just stoic. Dude wtf??

Jensen joins in the banter and makes a joke about a man who stands on a toilet while high on pot he’s not crazy he’s just high? J2 make another joke about a man going backwards to Bangkok or something. Misha manages to laugh at those jokes.

Jared asks Misha if he has anything to add and Jensen looks at Misha smiling look at the way he’s looking at Misha. It’s like he wants to stuff him in his pocket and take him home with him.

Jensen is laughing so hard now because Misha says that the only sayings that come to mind are the only ones he doesn’t want to say.

They try to pronounce the German word and it’s hilarious AF.

So Jared makes a joke of a sound that the fan is helping them pronounce and Jensen is just done. Completely done because he looks away and scratches his beard like he wants to be anywhere but there. JFC What is going on? He was happy again.

OMG husbands whispering at each other while Jared is engaged with a fan. Gossipy Jensen. Also I’m glad whatever tension was there after the Cas question is finally gone and they are back on track again.

They are in there own little world because IDK what Misha whispered to Jensen but Jensen is unicorn laughing. Aww J

“We just said some really bad shit” I like it when Jensen curses. Now I want to know what they said because when Misha whispers it to Jared, he laughs really hard as well. Oh to be a tiny ant crawling around, listening to their whispered secrets. A girl can dream am I right?

7.33 Jared asks the fan what her “that German/Austrian word” was that morning and I am inclined to think whatever the husbands were whispering to each other had something to do with a sex-related orifice because of the way Jensen reacts.

The fan puts Jared in his place. Look at Jensen’s reaction.

He’s like you go girl.

Jensen wants to whisper something to Misha so bad but he stops himself.

Okay so Jensen says he did bicycle touring and he did take part in some of the quests. Is he talking about GISHWES because he never can pronounce that word. LOL.

So Jared interrupts Jensen starts telling his story and Jensen just shuts down just look at his face the entire time Jared is telling it.

Misha and Jared are talking about how it’s so hot on stage and Jensen is just miming to the fans how it’s not hot. I love when he does that. Naughty boy.

Misha moans and he and Jared just rush off to point the fan in their direction while Jensen just stands over the fan on his side of the stage and cools his balls off.

OMG!!!! Misha is doing the mating dance while making fiery eye contact with Jensen and sips from the bottle. Jensen heeds his husband’s call to mate and walks briskly in long manly steps to wards him and he takes the drink off his hand while looking at him like he wants to eat him [it’s called a mating dance for a reason] and inhales the drink whatever it is and it must be really strong because he looks away and says something to Jared. Misha walks away says something to Jared and goes to sit down. Jensen starts twerking his booty. Misha your man wants to mate on stage do something. Anyway Jensen pours the drink that Misha had sipped directly from the bottle in a shot glass and does the rck on sign and sips it. The entire time Mishalecki are just looking at Nesnej and laughing not understanding what is going on.

Jared sniffs the drink and says “poker face” and Jensen says “thanks Lady Gaga” IDK if this was a snide comment or just banter but now we know Jensen listens to Lady Gaga and Katy Perry (re: jib8).

This part is really funny when the fan thanks Misha for sending a recovery message to her friend but Misha says that he had no choice but to do it because the fan just held out the phone to Misha and Misha was like “oooh, heeey”

I think Jared asks Misha what happened and Misha explains because Jared folds over laughing.

Jared starts talking before Jensen can answer the question and again Jensen doesn’t look too amused. This guy keeps stealing his thunder.

Jensen manages a smile when he hears that Misha did a German accent

Misha asks Jensen if he wants some tips on accents and Jensen smiles and says no. Ouch. Sorry Mish, your man doesn’t want your help. He’d rather wing it.

Misha is not backing down and compliments Jensen by listing all the accents that Jensen can do. We love a supportive husband. Hype your man Mish.

Jensen says that he speaks French and he has a little have a tête-à-tête in français. I find it funny how Misha pretends not to know Jensen speaks French yet he just listed all the accents Jensen can do. Sure Jan. And after the French interaction which Misha adds a flair of a French accent when he talk as and , Jensen tries really hard not to smile. Someone’s excited. #accent kink ;)

Jensen says he doesn’t think Michael is going to need an accent and Misha says yes he will in French accent and Jensen is just trying really really hard not to smile.

Look at Jared’s face though he’s like dude are you seriously turned on by Misha’s weird accent right now? It’s not even funny and Jensen can’t stop smiling.

Jensen is done with Misha’s shenanigans so he just cuts him off and Misha is exasperated and Jensen proceeds to ask his question.

Fan says she would improve on Misha’s German accent and Misha gasps scandalized and even Jensen is not happy about that but he takes this moment to make fun of Misha so the comment doesn’t seem as harsh

Look at Misha’s face

and here is Jensen’s face he can’t believe someone was mean to his baby.

Anyway, in an attempt to make it less painful for his man he tries to make and joke and says, “I didn’t send that out with the insult in mind but I’m really glad that happened.”

The joke makes it worse and Misha doesn’t seem to feel better. Poor Misha.

It’s over.

Time for the closing ceremony

Jensen and Briana singing.

Misha and Adam

I love their friendship, makes me think of the possibilities that could’ve been between Cas and Mick on the show.

OMG Jensen you naught boy, yeah I see you have experience humping and spanking. Go on Rockstar we love to see it.

Even Jason Mann’s sees Jensen humping the air and Misha and Jensen turn to look at Jason. Jensen is smirking at him after what he just did. OMG.

The way Jensen is looking at Rob when Rob tries to sing the remaining verses of carry on my wayward son. Jensen you need apple juice. Jensen is me. He is insane and he is me and I love him. JENSENKIN!!!!

Why are Jensen and Misha gravitating towards each other unconsciously? Do their hearts have magnets that pull towards each other?

Speaking of them why does Jensen seem extremely tall here and Misha looks so tiny.

Am I the only one who doesn’t like the guy who played Ketch? OMG he just rubs me off the wrong way.

OMG is Jared trying to touch Jensen’s hand? Eww He touched Jensen’s arm and Jensen didn’t even look at him. This is embarrassing. Jensen hasn’t looked at him once/ HELP.

Misha and Jensen are standing the same way at the exact same time and they aren’t even looking at each other. OMG!! This is insanity.

Jensen turns to smile at Misha. Aww J

Jensen looks at Misha with a smile on his face when Daniela says they’ll be back the next year the year that gave us straddle gate and boners.

It’s over guys.

So I have come to the conclusion that something was going on between Jensen and Jared at jib 9.

See you on the next one.

Part 1

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orangegreet · 3 years

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On the morning the children were to arrive, Alina was up before sunrise. Genya woke her in a flurry, alerting her that a change would be made to her living arrangements.

“The room beside the nursery, dear. Yes, that is the one.” Genya said behind her, carrying the little stack of papers and drawing pencils Alina had not been able to pick up herself. Alina heaved her carpet bag into the bedroom.

The four poster bed was grand and still covered in a large white sheet to protect from dust and general disuse.

“Yes,” Genya said to herself, setting the drawing supplies on the little desk by the window and opening the pane. It took a hardy push but the window gave way with a creak of metal that made Alina’s teeth ache.

Genya smiled and turned back to her. “I think this should suit you well. Why I did not place you here in the first place—well that is neither here nor there. You will need to be near the children if they wake in the night.”

Genya inspected the fireplace, bending with a handkerchief to check the flue.

“I will send Marie in after breakfast to get the bed turned down for you and finish the dusting. Perhaps you could help her take the rug out for a beating?” Alina nodded as Genya swept past her to the door.

“We can expect the children by the afternoon, I should think. Come down for breakfast when you are done getting settled.”

Alina stood in the middle of the room. It was modest in size compared to the bedrooms she knew existed in the east wing and yet it was more grand than any previous dwelling she had called home.

Her fingers trailed over the carvings on the four poster bed. A gleaming ray of sun was illuminating the room and Alina walked to the window and breathed in the damp morning air.

The nighttime clung to the grounds where the sun could not yet reach for the cover of the trees. Something passed in her periphery and Alina turned to look beside her.

A trick of light perhaps. The room and the grounds were quite empty of any stirring creatures at this early hour.

*******

Alina stood at the end of the line of servants to receive the children as the carriage pulled down the long drive.

She aimed to keep her gaze forward but found it was impossible to keep from observing Lord Kirigan as he stood in wait.

Though his posture and expression echoed his rigid authority as head of the estate, she could not help noticing the twitching of his hands. Clenching and unclenching. The occasional tug to his dress sleeves to ensure everything was in place.

To be privy to such little signals of unease in his otherwise unshakeable demeanor was very nearly endearing to her.

His fingers picked anxiously at the skin of his thumb and then with a whip-like turn, Lord Kirigan directed his forbidding gaze on her. Accusation colored his features and she quickly looked back up the drive.

The carriage came to a halt and Alexei stepped forward to open the door and help the passengers down.

Alina watched with rapt attention as the little dark haired children stepped down onto the gravel. Both six years old and both as dark-haired as the Lord himself.

“Father!” The boy said, running and wrapping his little arms snug around the waist of Lord Kirigan.

“George,” His father said placidly, patting the boy on the back of the head.

Alina cringed at the blatant lack of reciprocated joy on his part. Then her eyes landed on the girl.

Trepidation was building inside of her gut as she knew already the little six-year-old beauty was a force of nature. Marie had thoroughly explained the personality traits of each child the week before as they hung the washing together.

“Lillian,” Lord Kirigan held out his arm, inviting the child to receive, Alina could only assume, a pat of her very own.

Lillian merely crossed her arms where she stood, “Hello, father.”

A large blond fellow followed behind her from the carriage and he removed his hat, one hand landing on the shoulder of Lillian.

“Hello again, Lord Kirigan.” The man called.

The Lord raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Helvar. Good of you to accompany the children back to Blyth Fell. It is appreciated.”

Lillian looked fondly up at the man and then with a quick hug to waist, she ran toward Genya.

The Housekeeper spared no more than a nervous glance at her employer before sinking to her knees and taking the girl into a hug.

“I did miss you, Genya.” The girl said, emphasizing the subject and throwing a glare toward her father.

“I missed you too, darling girl. Come along now, Nadia baked your favorite orange tea cakes. You can tell us everything we’ve missed during your adventures in London.”

And then the Housekeeper and Lillian were gone without a backward glance or any last minute directives to Alina. Without an introduction, even.

The servants dispersed and Alina found it horribly comical that she wasn’t sure what to do.

Genya had cleared away one child for company and now it was simply Alina watching over George while he collected rocks from the ground for throwing and climbed around the carriage bench.

Not knowing what else to do, Alina moved closer toward the boy in some symbolic act of giving privacy to the two men still facing off in the drive way.

Symbolic because they were still quite easy to overhear.

“And is my sister-in-law well, Matthias?” She heard Lord Kirigan ask.

“She is, sir. She sends her regards.”

Lord Kirigan dipped his head but did not respond. The two men watched George patting the horse.

Alina still stood off to the side, unsure if she should have followed Lillian or if they would notice her monitoring of George now and take their conversation behind closed doors.

Both men looked quite stiff. With some hesitancy, Matthias spoke, “Miss Zenik also asked me to say that she would like to see the children more. Sir. If you are amenable.”

He played with the hat in his hands and did not look at the Lord. “Around the holidays even, in London—Miss Zenik would be happy to host them.”

Alina was surprised to see anger darkening the countenance of her Lord once more.

“You may tell her that she is most welcome to visit them here at Blyth Fell anytime she wishes.”

The blond man lowered his head and sighed. “Very well, sir. I will pass along the…invitation.”

Matthias turned to leave but stopped and pulled a letter from his coat. “I almost forgot, sir. From your brother-in-law.”

Kirigan briefly glanced at the note and then nodded to Matthias, storing it in his coat.

Mr. Helvar placed his hat back on his head, tipped it in Lord Kirigan’s direction, and turned to leave.

“Goodbye George,” He called. George came down from the carriage and hugged him goodbye. Alina stepped forward to stand with him and the Lord as the carriage pulled away. Alina turned back to Lord Kirigan, hoping someone would stick around to introduce her properly to the child.

However, Lord Kirigan was already disappearing into the house.

*******

Alina spent the afternoon with George, playing games together, walking the grounds and tentatively learning how to interact.

Fortunately, young boys were relatively easy to contend with for the most part.

George had brought a pocket game into the nursery, a beautiful little wooden top which they spun on the floor while Alina asked him questions.

His likes and dislikes, his studies with the previous governess and how he spent his time in London with his aunt and uncle. His mother’s sister and brother, she learned.

He was a sweet boy, a little shy but well distracted thanks to his preoccupation with the toy on the floor.

They whiled away the hours until supper and then went downstairs to meet Genya and Lillian in the dining room.

Lillian cast an appraising look over her new governess and Alina knew better than to try to win her over in that short moment. She stayed silent but held the girl’s eye contact as if to say, ‘you are welcome to look and make your judgements, I will not stop you’.

Lord Kirigan arrived to sit with the children for dinner and Lillian finally looked away, focusing her ire toward her father instead. Alina and Genya were dismissed to the kitchens.

*******

Over dinner, Alina sat quietly absorbing the conversations at the table. Genya and Nadia carried on a lively discussion observing the ways Lillian had grown in the short couple of months away as the others asked them questions about her stay.

Most unusually, Ivan did not join them at the table. Instead he sat himself at the large kitchen hearth, pouring over several pages of a letter.

His face was mostly inscrutable in the firelight save occasional flashes of emotion which would cross his features as he read.

She watched his face scrunch in concentration, his thumb nail firmly between his teeth—it was odd to see him so focused that his scowl was not in place.

Then the next moment he was smiling. It was a small and fragile thing but it changed everything about him.

As if sensing he had publicly embarrassed himself, Ivan cast a furtive glance at the table and turned his body completely toward the fire, hiding his face from view.

Alina stared back down at her half-eaten meal.

“How did you find the young master of the house, Miss Starkova?”

It was Misha speaking next to her—she was startled to hear his voice. It was deep but still soft in the way he spoke. She could not remember hearing him string so many words together in front her before now.

“George is very sweet, isn’t he?” She said. Misha nodded and smiled to himself.

“Once he became a little more comfortable with me, he began to talk and would not stop, telling me everything he had learned in London about…well everything,” she laughed.

Alina leaned forward and put her fork down, getting excited as she continued, “He told me about something called a ‘submarine’ which is a water vessel that does not use sails or wind to move but rather navigates itself deep in the ocean.”

Misha smiled at her and shook his head and Alina realized she was becoming as boisterous as George had been.

She laughed at herself, “It was endearing really because when he began to talk about something he really liked, he quite forgot to be shy with me at all and it was wonderful to witness.”

Alina herself grew shy, unexpectedly realizing how lonely she was that a few short hours spent in the company of a talkative six-year-old had filled her cup more than anything else had done in her time at Blyth Fell.

“Lillian on the other hand…well…” Alina trailed away, picking up her fork again to absently push her food around the plate.

“Do not worry too much about Lily, Miss Starkova.” Misha gave her a brotherly pat on the shoulder and shifted his stiff leg which was outstretched on the chair beside him as usual.

He emitted a faint groan and then continued, “She has seen many women come and go from this house. All of whom were supposed to nurture her in some way. All of whom left with little more than ‘farewell’ to the child. It may take her some time but she will come around. Eventually she will see you are different.”

Alina huffed a mirthless little laugh and blushed at his observation, “I hope you are right. Though I do not blame her being skittish if so many have failed her before. I-I can understand preserving yourself to avoid a future hurt.”

Misha furrowed his brow as he looked at her. “You will not fail her, I can tell.” He gave her another gentle pat to the hand and began to get to stand, clutching his cane in his left hand.

The chair beneath his bum leg shifted and he almost fell to the floor if not for Alexei who was suddenly at his feet, catching Misha around the waist. The two young men chuckled together.

“What did you go and do that for, Mish?” The footman jested. Misha smiled broadly and allowed Alexei to pull him up by his arm and string it around his neck for support.

“To test your reflexes, obviously.” Alexei flushed and Alina smiled down at her plate, acutely aware of the private moment the two men were sharing.

“Come on then, Morozov, someone had better ensure you make it to your room without breaking your neck.”

*******

The morning after the children returned, Lord Kirigan left on a business trip. At least that is what Genya told her breakfast.

“His children just got home, could it not have waited?”

Genya did not respond, her face stubbornly neutral as she prepared a plate to take to Mr. Kostyk. “He informed the children last night over dinner. I am making you aware as they might be a little emotional today.”

She was correct in one sense. George did seem to struggle on their first day. Unable to pay attention in the lesson for asking questions about his father’s travel plans.

“Did he not tell you when he would return?” He asked.

“I did not know he would be gone until Miss Safin told me over breakfast. I’m afraid I’ve no more answers than either of you.”

“Do you know if he will be back for our birthday at the end of the month?” Hysteria was edging the boy’s tone.

Alina shook her head and tried not to match his sadness, “I’m sorry, George I do not.” She looked down at her notes. “The best thing we can do is carry on as normal as possible. Fill our days with activities so we can leave our worries to the side.”

George took a shaky breath and picked up his pencil.

Lillian said nothing.

She scowled at her papers and interrupted the lesson often. Sometimes to tell Alina that they had already learned what she was teaching. Others to correct her French pronunciation.

Or then to otherwise point out that arithmetic would be useless for her to learn as she was a girl who grow into a woman who would marry very rich and so would not need to worry about that skill in the future.

Alina regarded this as a test. That was the only reason she did not refute the issue. Choosing instead to save the lesson for a later date when she could make her point more effectively.

For however hardened Lillian appeared to be on this first day together, Alina could sense the hurt beneath her anger the same way she could sense when a rose bush was about to lose it’s blooms for the season. Instinct. Babulya would say.

Alina uttered her little healing words over both of the children that night as she put them to bed in the nursery.

Lillian had refused the proffered comfort and tucked herself in.

Despite her cold affirmation that she did not need a lullaby, Alina sang to them in the language of her babulya. The gentle song of healing from Alatyr drifting across the room.

She watched as the moonlight from the window glinted off the tears on Lillian’s little cheeks and her own chest ached at the familiar feeling.

*******

For weeks Alina carried on with lessons. Lillian fought her more and more as each day passed but Alina refused to succumb to her own emotions about it.

The worse Lillian became in her tantrums and behavior, the more impassive and gentle Alina responded, reserving her own debilitating breakdowns for when the children were well asleep and she was alone in her room with only the moonlight as witness.

It was these nights alone and crying, these nights when she had missed dinner in the servant’s dining room in order to continue caring for the children, that her loneliness threatened to overtake her.

A sort of hopelessness hung in the air around her like fog on the moor and Alina kept her head above water by singing her little songs and rereading the journals of her babulya like they were letters of comfort written to her directly.

Lord Kirigan remained stubbornly absent. Conspicuously quiet. No letters were written to the children. No word sent about his return date.

Alina fumed inside.

Around the third week of lessons, Lily’s tantrums ebbed away and the girl adopted a new tactic of simply pretending Alina did not exist.

She did not respond to direct addresses from the governess and though she read the assignments and completed her work to perfection, Lillian looked right through Alina when she spoke as if she were nothing but vapor in the air.

In an added degree of lobbed cruelty, Lillian became overly sweet to her brother to demonstrate she was entirely capable of kindness but that Alina would not be receiving any.

This was the mind game which took the most mental exercise to overcome.

Inexplicably, Alina felt that this behavior was completely reminiscent of the currently absent Lord of Blyth Fell and it made her head spin. She did not know with certainty but it simply tasted like his brand of cruelty.

She thought of Lord Kirigan often. More often than she wished to admit.

His dark hair and black eyes appeared to her each night and Alina found herself desperately grasping for anything else to hold onto that would divert her sleepless thoughts.

It was impossible to explain or even rationalize to herself outside of the obvious fact that he was completely intriguing to her.

A foul, dark man who had made a terrible, if not merciful, first impression by putting down her pony in the bog and then taunted her with her orphaned existence and then threatened the removal of her very innocent and lovely garden.

She should never think of him again. He was not worthy of it. Not for the way he had treated her and certainly not worthy given the way he neglected his children.

Why then would he not leave her thoughts alone?

Alina kicked at the covers and huffed her frustration into the darkness.

Trouble sleeping, dear?

She stilled in her bed.

The chill of the room blanketed her skin and left gooseflesh down her arms, her legs, her neck. Even the hairs in her ears turned upright, poised to catch any errant sound in the room.

She did not scream.

Of course, panic hit her differently than it did most women. It ripped the sound straight from her throat and left only her gaping mouth. A dark, silent scream frozen over her tongue.

Alina looked around the room.

Nothing was there.

The fire under the mantle had long turned to smoldering embers. Wind gusted down the chimney blew over them, fanning their faint glow into a bright orange for moments at a time.

A trick of the imagination. She decided, her breathing quick and short.

The softly feminine voice had been generated from her mind in her desire for comfort.

Born out of remembrance of a time when Alina had felt loved and cared for herself. She must have ached for it so much that she simply conjured a facsimile of the real thing.

The hour was very late after all. Nights of restless sleep were taking a toll.

She was strong, however. Alina sang her song and recited her comforts and forced her eyes to close and did not let her mind dwell on any disembodied voice or any absent Lord until finally, she fell asleep.

*******

Lord Kirigan returned late in the night on the eve of the twin’s seventh birthday.

Alina had conspired with the other servants to plan a modest picnic celebration in the newly restored garden, complete with food and sweets on the following day.

When the black carriage trundled down the drive well after the children were put to bed, Alina donned her robe and grabbed her candle.

It pained her pride to put herself in a position of asking Lord Kirigan for anything and yet Alina marched to his study and knocked on the door to insist he make an appearance at the event.

Truthfully, Alina was quite vexed before she knocked, having spent the day consoling an increasingly emotional little boy with empty assurances that even if his father missed his birthday, it did not mean he was not loved.

Lillian had required nothing of her and most unusually sat in silence in her chair, rolling her pencil between her fingers, seemingly without the energy even to continue her mind games on Alina.

The empty, quiet persona she had adopted was worse somehow. She knocked again. Harder.

Lord Kirigan appeared, bleary eyed in the doorway. “Ali—Miss Starkova?”

Alina glared at him. The single flame of her candle light illuminating both of their faces and casting strange shadows.

“We are having a birthday celebration for George and Lillian tomorrow,” she began.

He opened his mouth to interrupt but she flashed her eyes and in his surprise, he clamped his jaw shut again.

“You are expected to be there promptly at the start of the meal and stay for the duration. Should you happen to bring a gift for each child, that would be wonderful but will be considered optional given the short notice.”

“Miss Starkova—” he warned, his surprise dissolving into fury and straining his voice.

Alina did not let him get a foothold.

What right did this man have to be furious? This man who disappeared without a word for weeks and could not spare more than a few moments to simply write to his children while away.

“Gifts,” she stressed, “are optional but make no mistake, my Lord, your attendance is compulsory. Are we clear?”

Her chest was heaving with pent up rage.

Weeks of suppressing her anxieties, her sadness and her pain so she could put forward a good face for the children was all about to implode inside of her.

The seams of her very existence were becoming ripped and unraveled by this careless man who slipped in and out of being around her like a shadow.

He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her into his study, slamming the door shut and pressing her against the hard wood.

His chest pressed flush with hers and Alina could scarcely breathe for the pressure or the thickness of the air or maybe because of the sudden lightheaded feeling which came over her body.

The candle had dropped to the ground and only the light from the lantern on the desk behind him gave her any relief.

It illuminated his outline and he was nothing more than a dark mass before her, breathing hot damp breaths against the exposed skin of her neck and chest.

A large calloused hand covered her cheek and Alina darted her eyes to where she knew his lips were, the sounds of his breaths guiding her more than her vision in the low light.

The pull toward him was unnatural. Beyond anything she had felt before.

It terrified her. He terrified her.

He rattled her soul till it shook and quaked in the shell of her body.

She thought this and yet she did not fight his touch, her hands betraying her as they fisted into the lapels of his coat, urging him closer.

His hands fell to the door on either side of her head, caging her in as he closed the distance and paused just shy of her lips.

Their breaths swirled together. The full thrall of their pull over the other person perfectly evident to her in that moment.

Unstoppable. Inescapable. Was he doing this to her? Or was it she doing this to him?

Alina heard a tiny whimper. It had come from her throat.

The sound caused the tiniest blink of his eyes. He came to himself. He stopped.

The mood shift was as palpable to her as if she had watched him undress and redress.

Lord Kirigan dropped his hands from the door.

He looked fearful of her. Then suspicious.

Alina opened her mouth to say something but he was already opening the door behind her, his hand gripping her waist as he shoved her back into the hall and slammed the study door shut without another word.

The sound of the lock echoed down the dark corridor and the thud of his hands hitting the wood on the other side made her jump.

With dread she realized the humiliating urge to cry was upon her and she pressed her fingers to her mouth to stifle the sob that was wrenched from her lungs.

Her tears cooled on her cheeks as she ran back to her room in the dark, her candlestick left abandoned on the floor of her Lord’s study, powerless and unfit for rescue.

#darklina fic #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #alina x aleksander #darklina #darklina fanfic #grishaverse #smut #the grisha trilogy #darklina server #haunted #eventual smut #eventual hea #mutual pining #angst #the darkling #shadow & bone #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone

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queercomixusf · 3 years

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The left image is from Hellblazer #173 (2002) in the Ashes & Dust in the City of Angels arc and the right image is from Supernatural season 6 episode 20 “The Man Who Would Be King” (2011).

The reason I not only included a panel from a John Constantine comic but also a shot from a Supernatural episode is because of the coincidental parallel created by the juxtaposed images. The Hellblazer arc follows the story of Constantine’s complicated relationship with a man, S.W., a powerful politician who is in love with him. This was the first arc dedicated to focusing on Constantine’s relationship with a man. The first time Constantine was depicted as bisexual was in an offhand comment in an earlier issue in 1992. S.W. and Constantine have a complex history as lovers and enemies on-and-off. Their relationship changed due to their differing approaches to handling supernatural elements in their universe. This depiction was considered controversial in the 90s not only because it was two men but also because of the overtly sexual element of their relationship, which should not be surprising since Hellblazer comics are marked for mature audiences and sex has been discussed before.

The left panel shows Constantine and S.W. reconciling after another rift in their relationship, Constantine addressing their lingering mutual attraction despite their conflicts. The shot from Supernatural is coincidentally similar to the construction of the panel on the left. Castiel and Constantine are both standing on the left and approaching the men in front of them in front of a multi-paned window, emphasizing their silhouettes. In this scene, Castiel and Dean have a tense conversation about an on-going argument. The mise-en-scène of the scene created by the emphasis of shadows matches the tension-filled atmosphere of panel.

What makes this comparison quite ironic is the fact that Castiel was based on Constantine himself. Supernatural originally intended to include John Constantine in season 4 to be the Winchesters’ guide to the occult, but DC refused to allow the use of this intellectual property so Castiel was created. Castiel’s signature outfit is directly based on Constantine’s trench coat over white collared shirt and tie. The director of this episode, Ben Edlund, has made it known that he has a “manic obsession” with superheroes as demonstrated by his creation and executive production of the series The Tick. His directorial choices when constructing shots featuring Castiel often seem to imitate that of a comic book panel, emphasizing his significant presence though his appearance presents as a human vessel.

A notable similarity between Castiel and Constantine besides their connections with the occult and ensembles is their queerness. In the 15th season of Supernatural, Castiel revealed that the one thing he wants is something he can’t have, in reference to Dean; he says, “I love you,” in a “homosexual declaration of love” (as stated by Misha Collins who portrays Castiel”), which catalyzes his death as this declaration is the moment of “true happiness” that allows the Empty to take him as part of their deal. The unfortunate coming-out scene for Castiel was a core emotional event, contrasting Constantine’s offhand comment about his bisexuality. Both Castiel and Constantine were created as side characters with Castiel originally meant to be killed off. It was never clearly stated that Castiel’s homosexuality was a planned element of his character from the start, but Constantine’s influence on the creation of his character, everything from his outfit to role, appears to have heavy in hindsight implications.

The similarities could be completely coincidental, but the history that connects them is not.

–Mac (P.M.)

#castiel #constantine #spn #deancas

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punny-alien · 3 years

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WIP: Ulalume

ulalume: story about abuse and recognizing that you can’t fix everyone.

Mikhail wandered up the stairs, marveling at how much taller they seemed than what he could see from the ground. The occasional glass panes of the stairwell let him glance over at the crowd of people below. He texted another quick, “I love you, Morana” and stepped through the wooden doors at the end of the short hallway, stuffing his phone in his pocket.

He gasped softly as he stopped on the balcony, looking over the pretty gardens behind the hotel. The bright light coming from whatever was left of the moon shone across the little ponds in the grass, occasionally reflecting rainbows of colors off of the crystal balls that floated in the water. The ducks were long asleep, but he could still hear the pleasant rhythm of the crickets. Mikhail sat down in one of the seats and stared, mesmerized.

“Mind if I sit next to you?” A soft voice startled him out of his thoughts a few minutes later. Luca watched him carefully from his spot against the door.

“It’s fine,” he finally mumbled. It was awkward seeing him again after so long. He avoided his gaze as he sat down.

“Morana’s not here, right?” Luca asked. Mikhail shook his head. “So don’t act like she is.”

He gave him a hesitant look. “What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t like your drawings. I know that’s why you didn’t answer me after our meeting.” Luca leaned into his hand. “She doesn’t like me either, does she?”

Mikhail slowly relaxed, feeling guilty as he slowly took in Luca’s words. “It.. it’s not you.”

“So why did she make you stop?”

“It’s more…” Mikhail sighed. “If I don’t pay enough attention to her, she could get lonely and hurt herself. It’s better if I don’t have any distractions.”

“I’m a distraction?” he asked, amused.

“No! I mean, not a bad one. You’re…” Pretty. The word seemed to pop into his mind of its own will, but his face burned in embarrassment. It had to be the stress getting to him. There was absolutely no way he was going to fall for someone else when he already had Morana, who, despite her moments, loved him dearly, or at least she said she did. Besides that, Luca was definitely not his type. He was too quiet, too serious, too perceptive, and it was way too easy to get lost in his eyes when they talked-

“Misha?” Luca nudged him gently. “I was just messing with you. Sorry if I-“

“Don’t apologize. It was definitely my fault for letting my guard down in front of her,” Mikhail sighed. “I’m sorry if I screwed anything up for you after that whole situation.”

“I don’t care about that. I was worried about you, Mikhail. I’ve got a bad feeling about Morana, and I don’t like the way she acts like your whole world has to revolve around her.”

He scowled. “She doesn’t act like that. She’s just been through some tough spots on her life, and support is really important for her. She’s working on being less dependent.”

Luca stayed silent, but Mikhail could see the way he clenched his jaw. “Why do you keep talking to me?” Mikhail asked after a while.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m not exactly good company. We don’t have much in common, either. And you’ve made it clear that you hate Morana.”

“Who told you that? You’re plenty good company. Do you want me to stop?”

Despite everything screaming at him to say “YES”, Mikhail couldn't help but listen to his soft voice and study the way Luca leaned into his palm, getting lost in the tired eyes that stared up at him with a strange kind of affection he wasn’t used to. Everything about Luca made him feel so comfortable, and that was strange and wrong. Morana wouldn’t like him being so close to someone else, especially an attractive someone who couldn’t stand her. If she saw him now, she would get terribly upset, maybe even hurt herself again. This is a mistake, he thought guiltily. She’s going to find out he hates her, and she’s going to think I hate her, and- what if she kills herself? What if she-

“You do that way too much,” Luca said softly.

“Do what?”

“Overthink. Even when she’s not here, you do things for her peace of mind. You must love her a lot, huh?”

Don’t say that. Mikhail caught a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes, and his mind raced. I love her, but...

Luca watched him warily. “If being around me stresses you out for whatever reason she gave you, I can leave. You don’t have to pretend it’s okay if it’s not.“

Mikhail grabbed his hand without thinking and held it tightly. “No, it’s more than okay. I just... I like you a lot more than what she’s comfortable with.”

Luca‘s eyes widened. “Then the feeling’s mutual,” he said softly, leaning ever so slightly closer, and Mikhail felt his heart skip a beat as he did the same. One of their hands squeezed the other as their noses bumped against each other, and Mikhail closed his eyes.

“I bet he’s up here,” a voice called from the hallway inside. They quickly sat back as the balcony doors opened and an older woman appeared with a small boy in tow. “Luca! He misses you.”

Luca held out his arms. “Come here, Vinny. You got tired of boring old Caleb?”

“Yeah,” the boy said. “He’s just eating, and zia won’t let me play with the other kids.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause she’s mean, and...” his voice trailing off shyly as he noticed Mikhail.

“Misha, this is Vincent. You’ve met him, yeah?” Luca adjusted the boy’s collar as he buried his face into his father’s shoulder.

“I might have.” Mikhail pulled out the receipt from earlier and neatly tore a strip off. Vincent watched him curiously as he folded the strip into a small paper star. “Look, Vinny.”

“... can I hold it?” he finally asked. His face broke into a smile as Mikhail nodded and placed it into his hand.

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kitkatwinchester · 4 years

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Aesthetic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @jelly-pies and @letscatchyoulater! I know you guys tagged me a while ago, but it took me a bit to come up with my own aesthetics lol. It was super fun though!!

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

I’m tagging @baloobird, @jen27ny, @crowleyellestair, @howdoistopthetrain, @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover, @ironfamjam, @jolinarjackson, @irondad-not-ironsad, @joyful-soul-collector, @justme--emily, and @annieshurley.

#tag game #aesthetics #enjoy! <3

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years

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Simply Complicated

Summary: (Y/N) never imagine that she would be in an open relationship with three best friends. Each of them giving her exactly what she could not get from just one man. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Reader, Misha x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut/18+ Only Word Count: 5335 A/N #1: I am blaming @curly-haired-disaster and @dean-winchesters-bacon for this. They have been filling my notifications with Jensen, Jared and Misha porn and from that came this piece. A/N #2: I’m anticipating this post to get flagged but *fingers crossed* it doesn’t. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy! Special Note: This is a work of FICTION and should be enjoyed as such. I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Ackles/Padalecki/Collins families as I truly adore and admire them all.

Being in a relationship takes a lot of hard work, time and communication. Being in three relationships was mind boggling, stressful but most of all it was exciting. (Y/N) first met her boyfriends out at a Hollywood party. She was there in support of a friend and ended up meeting the actors from her favorite show. After a night of too many drinks, dancing and chatting she had given them her phone number in hopes that one of them would call her. And, they did.

Three years later, the three of them were happily in an open relationship with her. They never kept a schedule or an arrangement of when each of them saw her. Sometimes, two of them would come to her house in Los Angeles having the time to see her from their filming schedule. Other times, one of them would take her away on vacation for some needed alone time. Each of her relationships with them individually was completely different and she had never felt more whole in her life.

With their summer hiatus coming up, (Y/N) prepared to travel a lot between the three of them. However, there were two weeks that she enjoyed more than any during their hiatus and that is when they were in Rome. All three of them were in the same spot and she could freely go from one room to another. Most of the time, she would wait for them to come to her being whatever they needed her to be.

However, recently a few things had come to light in the public that had (Y/N) on edge. A reporter getting wind of the stars of Supernatural all sharing the same girlfriend was starting to make the rumor mill and (Y/N) was afraid of her perfect life tumbling down around her. A week before she was to fly to Austin to see Jensen and Jared, she called Jensen who was her sounding board. He always made sense out of her most chaotic thoughts.

“Hey honey, how’s LA?” he greeted her with a wide smile when he answered her Facetime. His smiled faded slightly seeing her worried expression, “What’s wrong, pretty girl?”

She bit her lip, “I don’t think I should go to Rome with you guys. I think it will be safer for us all if I stay here and we keep some distance between us.”

(Y/N) watched as he settled onto his couch in his living. She longed to be with him on the couch, snuggled against his chest as they watch a movie. He brought his hand over his hair resting it behind his neck showing off his tone arms.

“Do you really think that would be best? I mean I know there has been some rumors and what not, but our publicists have been squashing them. Not to mention, none of us have been able to see you for a couple of months with our filming schedule and you traveling for work.” His olive eyes were filled with sadness as he mentioned the long stretch of not being able to see one another.

She sighed heavily, “Jay, I don’t know what to do. Sure, we can stop the press from leaking anything, but the fans are going wild about it. I don’t want to cause any troubles during your convention in Rome.”

Jensen nodded, “I didn’t think about that. You may be right then, but I don’t want to go another two weeks without seeing you.” She chuckled when his bottom lip pushed out into a pout.

“I don’t either, but I really think this is for the best.” She could not hide the sadness in her voice. After her conversation with Jensen she spoke with Misha and then Jared, who was the most upset about her not coming.

After a length conversation, him begging her to come with them, (Y/N) made a compromise with him. She would fly to Austin staying at his house until he had to leave with Jensen for Rome. A day later she found herself on a plane making the all too familiar trip to Texas.

Jared

Walking into the kitchen from the garage was like walking into home. She could hear the TV on in the living room and she dropped her bags quickly making her way to him. He was sitting on the couch flipping through a book.

“Hey lover boy.” She said as he looked over his shoulder to her.

Jared tossed the book on the coffee table and jumped over the couch to get to her faster. Wrapping his long arms around her, he picked her up into a hug. Being engulfed in one of Jared’s hugs was like being wrapped in her favorite fuzzy blanket. Her arms immediately went around his neck holding him closely to her.

“I missed you so much Jare.” She whispered as he began to kiss every inch of skin he could find.

“I missed you too. I missed you so damn much, (Y/N/N).” he said scooping down and wrapping her legs around his lean waist.

The moment his lips crashed against hers there was a primal need to have him. (Y/N)’s hands went up into his hair pulling at it as he growled into mouth. “Jared… need you now.” She panted against his lips as he made his way towards the stairs to the bedroom.

Dropping her feet to the floor they both ran up the stairs laughing and giggling tossing articles of clothes in every direction. Once in the bedroom, (Y/N) unclasped her bra tossing it on his dresser and slid her panties down her legs kicking them towards him. She could see his harden length pressing against his Saxx underwear begging to be released. (Y/N) found her favorite spot against the wall near the window of his bedroom.

“Right here… please.” She begged as her fingers brushed against her aching mound.

Watching Jared slowly pull his boxers down was driving her wild and he knew it. Grasping his length and stroking it as he walked towards her was making her knees weak. “Are you sure you’re ready? It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you that I think I may need to loosen you up a bit.”

He knelt in front of her bringing one of her legs over his shoulder and running one long finger over her slit. (Y/N) let out a moan as he teased her bucking her hips towards him. “Fuck Jared!” she cried out when his tongue made a pass over her.

That was all he needed to hear to begin his assault on her sex. His tongue flicking over her clit repeated as his gently sucked on her. Her hands fisted into his long chestnut hair as she shamelessly grinded against his face incoherently crying out for him. Jared pushed one finger in her entrance and the two slowly pumping into her.

“God… Jared, so close…” she moaned as his fingers pumped faster into her. Just when she reached the edge he curled them hitting all the right spots pushing her over into a pleasure fill downward spiral. Before she had time to even come off her high he was quickly making his way up her body.

He turned her around moving her in front of the window that was facing the lake behind his home. People were boating and skiing enjoying the mild summer day. “Jared, what if… someone…”

“Then let them see how gorgeous you are coming on my cock.” He said cradling one of her legs over his arm and slowly pushing the tip of his cock in her entrance.

(Y/N) bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out. Once he was full inside her he rotated his hips slowly against her pushing even further in. Her body was buzzing needing for him to move, but she knew what he was waiting for.

“Come on baby, let me hear it. Tell me what you want.” He whispered against her shoulder nipping at it.

“Fuck me Jared! Hard and fast, please!” she called out and with that he pulled out snapping back into her.

The best part about Jared was he was primal. The need to fuck her could be felt throughout his body as he slammed into her. His grunts getting louder as he chased his own release from her. Her hands were spread against the warm window panes as she pushed herself against him meeting me thrust for thrust. His arms caging her body to him and the sound of their skin meeting echoing throughout the room.

“Almost there, baby… fuck! Come with me (Y/N).” he grunted as she felt her walls tightening around him.

She saw bursts of bright lights as she came hard calling out his name. He pumped into her a few more times riding out his own orgasm before leaning down kissing her shoulder blades and pulling out of her. Turning around wobbly she gripped his shoulders, “Damn lover boy, that was amazing.”

Jared’s goofy smile spread across his lips as he picked her up carrying her to the bathroom. They showered together cleaning up and then laid in bed to take a mid-afternoon nap together. That was pretty much how the next few days went before he left for Rome. She flew back to LA in order to do some work for her upcoming book trying to keep her mind off the fact that she was not with her boys in Rome.

Misha

(Y/N) was up late working on her book waiting for a phone call from Misha letting her know the flight information to come see him in Washington after he got back from Rome. During the two weeks, she received pictures, texts, and calls from all of them. A few Facetime conversations had turned into a heavy phone sex moment making her miss her boys even more.

She looked up from her laptop when she heard a knock on her door. Glancing at the clock it read one in the morning. Looking through the peep hole her lips curled into a smile quickly opening the door. There stood Misha in jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. His dark chocolate hair was messy, and his bright blue eyes were getting darker as they traveled her body.

Where Jared gave her the all out, wild passionate love making. Misha gave her control and order. “Hello beautiful.” His voice was low and raspy as he stepped into her apartment.

(Y/N) could tell by his demeanor that she was going to be getting noise complaints from her neighbors again. “Hello handsome, this is a surprise. I thought I was going to be coming to you.”

She watched as he put his travel bag down by her couch and kicked off his shoes along with his socks. He took off his jacket revealing his broad chest and shoulders being hugged by the band t-shirt he was wearing. (Y/N) felt her arousal aching deep within her.

“I figured why make you fly up to me when I could just as easily come to you. Plus, we have some business at Random Acts to do tomorrow that I forgot to tell you about.” The corner of his lip went up into a smirk as the boyish charm shined through him.

She chuckled walking up in front of him wrapping her arms around his neck, “Don’t worry Rachel emailed me all the information. I’m prepared for it.”

His hands slid over her hips gripping them, “Always the good student.” He sucked in his bottom lip before speaking again, “I’ve missed you terribly. Phone calls and video chats are not enough.”

She nodded in agreement tilting her head slightly locking her (Y/C/E) eyes with his, “You’re here now. How do you want me?” she asked bringing a gorgeous smile to his face.

“Naked. Now.” His voice was firm but loving as he let go of her.

(Y/N) shivered watching him stared at her stripping in front of him. She sucked in a breath as he began to palm himself through his jeans unbuttoning them. Once she was completely bare for him he walked around her running his finger across her skin.

“Perfection.” He murmured before standing in front of her again. “Knees.” He commanded pulling his shirt over his head tossing it on top of her own clothes.

She slowly sunk to her knees the hard-wooden floor digging into them. She looked up at him suddenly thankful that she was on her knees. Seeing his firm tone body always made her weak in the knees. His fingers drew down his zipper and she could clearly see the bulge demanding to be release.

“Pull.” He said resting his hands on his hips. She hooked her fingers on the waistband of his jeans and boxers pulling them gently down his massive legs.

His cock spring out making her mouth water with anticipation. He stepped out of his pants and she tossed them with the other clothes. She looked up at him waiting for his next command as his hand leisurely stroked his length.

“You truly look stunning on your knees waiting patiently. You know it is taking everything within me to take this slow. I want nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, but I know you need this from me.” He tone was steady, but she could hear the need in it.

She licked her lips nodding, “You always know what I need handsome, but more importantly what do you need right now?”

His eyes widen for a split second before speaking, “Suck.” He said gripping the base of his cock holding it steady for her.

The long sigh escaping Misha’s lips gave her goosebumps as her lips slid over his length. Slowly she ran her mouth along his shaft tasting every bit of him before picking up her pace. She ran her hands over his muscular legs resting them on his perfect ass pushing him even further into her mouth.

“Damn beautiful, your mouth feels so good.” He groaned as his hands went into her hair guiding her mouth over him just the way he wanted her too.

(Y/N) could feel he was close and hallowed her cheeks but he pulled out of her mouth with a pop, “Nuh-uh, I am coming deep inside of you. Up.” He said as she unsteadily lifted herself from the floor.

This was her favorite moment when it came to being with Misha. He was in complete control of everything. Being wound tighter and tighter until finally he snaps losing control. That split second when he finally allows himself to lose himself is one that she commits to memory.

His blue eyes were blown with desire as she scooped her up heading towards the couch. His lips were kissing, sucking and nipping at any part of her skin he could. His lips wrapped around her nipple as his tongue lapped over it. Letting out a moan burning in her chest his repeated the process alternating breasts until she was writhing beneath him.

“Misha please… “ she begged feeling him chuckle against her neck.

He lifted himself off her sitting at the opposite end of the couch and patted his legs, “Sit beautiful.”

She crawling over to him straddling his hips as he angled himself at her entrance. She slowly sank down gripping his shoulders and biting her lip from the immense feeling of feeling complete. Misha’s hands were on her hips and slowly began rocking them along his cock.

Lifting herself she began to move along his length at an agonizing pace. It had been so long since she last seen Misha and she wanted this to last. Watching him come undone beneath her was worth all the days and hours apart from him. His head pushed back against the couch with his lips parted as his breathing became labored. She waiting for him to take control again getting out of her what he wanted, and she did not have to wait long.

His hand went up her back to the back of her neck pulling her forward as he began to pound into her. Her hands clench the cushion behind his head as she panted next to his ear. He pushed her back up to straddling him as she grinded against him.

“I want to watch you beautiful. Riding my cock and bouncing on it. I need to see you lose control.” His dark blue eyes were begging her, and she let herself go.

Shamelessly, she began to bouncing on his cock bringing her closer and closer to a release. She could feel he was close as well and brought her fingers down over her clit. “God Misha… I’m coming… fuck!” she cried out as he pulled her down to him again feverishly thrusting into her until he called out her name in his own release.

They stayed there for what seemed liked forever until her cell phone buzzed. Misha reached over causing her to groan as he slipped out of her. His laughter echoed off the walls reading the text on her phone.

“My god keep it down! Not all of us have a sex god that comes to visits us.” She started laughing with him reading her downstairs neighbor’s message.

“I’m a sex god apparently.” He said flipping her over onto the couch.

She giggled, “Definitely a sex god.”

Jensen

A few weeks after Misha’s surprise visit, (Y/N) was anxiously waiting to get on her flight to Austin. It was going on three months since she last saw Jensen and that was too long. Between conventions and her own schedule it had been impossible for either of them to get away. Luckily there was two weeks in their schedules that were free from any commitments. Now, the only thing keeping her from Jensen was a three-hour flight.

Once she landed in Austin and grabbed her bags she started to make her way to their normal meeting spot. As she turned the corner there he was sitting at their usual table in Starbucks. He had on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and Converse along with a plain backwards ball cap and sunglasses.

“Is this spot taken?” she asked as he looked up at her a beaming smile spreading across his lips.

He nodded, “It is now pretty girl.”

She smiled sitting across from him taking a sip of the coffee he had waiting for her, “Jesus, how many extra shots are in here?”

“Enough to keep you up all night.” He said nonchalantly as she choked on the coffee she was swallowing.

His low chuckle was music to her ears, “Big plans tonight?”

Jensen stood up holding out his hand for her, “Oh yes. Come on let’s get going before people start recognizing me.”

He grabbed her rolling suitcase as she swung her bookbag over her shoulders. Hooking her arm with his they walked out to his truck. She sat close to him leaning into his side as he drove back to his house. (Y/N) could not help but to stare up at him as he drove. His eyes focused on the road ahead of him, his humming to the song on the radio and his fingers drumming along to the beat.

“Pretty girl, if you don’t stop staring at me I’m going to have to pull over and have my way with you.” He chuckled as she started laughing.

She sat up as he pulled into his long driveway, “Good thing we’re officially on your property and you can have your way with me anywhere you please.”

“Don’t tempt me. I have big plans for us tonight.” He said hooking his sunglasses on his shirt revealing his bright olive eyes.

It did not matter how long they had been together, she was still in awe of how beautiful he was. If you did not know Jensen was an actor or famous, you would think that he was just a handsome regular guy. To millions around the world he was a weekly source of inspiration and for (Y/N) he was everything that completed her.

She loved each of the guys in their own way, but if she had to make a choice of just one she would hands down pick Jensen. He was everything she ever dreamed of for a man in her life. Luckily, she did not have to choose because they loved her equally as much as she love them.

Following Jensen inside his home she was startled to see Jared and Misha sitting in the living room. “What are you guys doing here?” she said hugging and kissing each of them.

Their arms naturally took a spot around her waist or shoulders sandwiching her between them. “We have big plans tonight. Starting with dinner prepared by us while you go upstairs, clean up and relax from your flight here.” Misha said as Jared grabbed her bags taking them upstairs to Jensen’s bedroom.

She looked back at Jensen who nodded, and she ran over to him kissing him, “Thanks pretty boy.” He smiled down at her and swatted her butt for her to follow Jared.

Jared was sitting on the bed when she walked in, “Let me guess, you’re not allow in the kitchen?” she asked as he laughed quietly.

“That’s part of it. I just want to make sure you’re all settled in as well.” There was something in his voice that she could not pinpoint rather he was tired or sad.

She sat across his lap wrapping her arms around his neck, “Everything okay, Jare?” she asked worried about how sad he seemed.

“Everything is good, I promise.” He leaned in kissing her lips and smiled at her, but it did not reach his hazel eyes.

After Jared went back downstairs, (Y/N) took a hot shower in Jensen’s amazing master bathroom and decided to dress up a little since it was the first time in a long time the four of them had dinner together. She looked through the clothes she had left at Jensen house from previous trips to find a little black dress that would be comfortable and casual. She put on some natural looking make-up and blow dried her hair leaving it down.

When she came down she saw the guys had changed into nicer clothes as well. Misha had slacks and a button down, Jared had put on a blazer over his t-shirt and dark jeans while Jensen was wearing black jeans with (Y/N)’s favorite plaid. The three of them greet her at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hello boys.” She said in her best Crowley impression trying to break the obvious tension in the room.

Misha reach out for her hand and twirled her around making the skirt of her dress lift into the air. Jared took her other hand smiling softly leading her to the dining room table that was all set out with food, wine and candles. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table then took his seat next to Misha who was on her left and Jensen took the seat to her right.

“Guys, this looks amazing. What’s the special occasion though?” she asked as they began passing the food around and Jensen was pouring the wine.

“We wanted to celebrate you. We are all thankful to have you in our lives the way we do. None of us could imagine life without you.” Misha said making her eyes well up with tears.

Jared held up his glass, “To (Y/N).”

“To (Y/N).” Jensen and Misha said together.

Dinner and the conversation with it was comfortable. They laughed at stories from filming and how (Y/N) had made her editor cry with a chapter from her book. Jared brought out (Y/N)’s favorite dessert that they all ate in a comfortable silence. Finishing off the second bottle of wine the four of them went into his living room to relax.

Jared and Misha sat on either side of her on the couch as Jensen sat down on the table directly in front of her. “(Y/N), there is something we wanted to discuss with you.” He began as she chuckled.

“I figured as much since we don’t normally do this.” She waved her hand around at the table.

The three men laughed, and a nervous tension fell over them, “We all love you. You know that.” Misha said.

She nodded as a sickening feeling filled her stomach. She felt Jared lace his longer fingers with hers, “We don’t want anything to change between us. We love our relationship the way it is.”

“Guys, you’re scaring me. Get to the point.” She said her stomach churning looking from each of them.

Jensen placed his hands on her knees instantly calming her nerves, “The three of us talked about the recent rumors going around and decided that one of us should make being in a relationship with you official. No matter what, nothing would change between us as far as time spent with you, but…”

Jensen paused pulling a small box from behind his back opening it showing a simple diamond ring nestled inside, “After asking Jared and Misha’s permission I would like ask you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you marry me?”

Her mind was reeling looking down at the ring before her and then up to the man who had won her heart from the moment they met. Instantly, guilt filled her heart looking from Misha and then to Jared. “I… I…” she stammered as the other two chuckled.

“This is the part you say yes, beautiful.” Misha said rubbing her back gently, “I promise you nothing will change. I will still randomly show up here to take you away for a weekend.”

She looked over to Jared who was a little less sure, “The same goes for me though I would be lying if I didn’t say that I would love to marry you myself. The three of us know that Jensen had always held your heart and I’ve threaten him if he would ever to break it. Plus, you can come spend the night any time you want with me. Say yes (Y/N/N).”

She looked back to Jensen whose hand was shaking holding the box and she smile widely at him, “Yes. YES!” she yelled out as he slipped the ring on her finger and pulled her to him kissing her.

They all sat around enjoying the last of their wine and chatting about a few upcoming events. Jared and Misha decided it was time for them to leave since Misha was staying with him before flying back home to Washington in the morning. Misha had whispered a promise of coming to see her before she moved out of her apartment with a gentle squeeze of her butt. She kissed the two men goodbye and then rested against Jensen watching them drive down the long drive.

“Was it a good night?” he asked pressing his lips just below her ear.

She nodded, “Yes it was, but it could get better.” She turned in his arms wrapping hers around his neck, “Take me to bed pretty boy.”

He scooped her up bridal style carrying her up the stairs to their room. Setting her feet down when they reach the bed. She began unbuttoning his shirt slipping her hands over his shoulders pushing it down his strong arms. His olive eyes stared down at her as she ran her fingers down his bare chest and stomach to his belt buckle. Undoing it and his pants she dragged them down his lean legs as he stepped out of them pulling of his socks as well.

She bit her lip taking a moment to truly admire him. She went to kneel in front of him, but he caught her before she could. “As much as I would that I want to be inside you more.” His deep voice washed over her making her shiver.

He unzipped her dress and his eyes lit up revealing that all she had on underneath was lacy pair of panties. His lips left a scorching trail of kisses down her body as he brought her panties down her legs. Kissing his way back up her body he stopped, gently sucking on her nipple while he cupped the other breast with his large hand.

(Y/N) let out a soft moan gripping his short sandy brown hair. He gave equal attention to her other nipple switching as her knees were becoming weak. “Jensen…” she sighed letting her hand run down his body in search of his length gently stroking it.

He groaned against her skin kissing his way up to her lips pushing himself into her hand more. Suddenly, Jensen picked her up tossing her gently on the bed making her giggle. She stopped when he began to crawl up her body stopping just above her aching mound.

“I have to have at least one taste.” He murmured spreading her legs and running his wide tongue over her slick lips.

“Jesus!” she cried out as he chuckled against her.

“Pretty girl, you always taste so sweet. I could spend hours down here, but I need you so badly.” He said crawling the rest of the way up her body. He slipped his hand between them aligning himself with her and then slowly pushing within her.

(Y/N) let out the most satisfying sigh feeling him fill her perfectly. Every time they were together it always felt like this. Her heart, her soul, her body felt whole and complete with him. Everything falling into place perfectly. She looked up into his dark green eyes as he held still enjoy the connection between them.

Then his body began to move against hers slow and with purpose. Her hands could feel every muscle in his back and arms strain with the need to control himself. It was never about the need of a release but the act of showing how much he loved her with his body. She could feel the pressure building deep within her as he grinded his hips against a little faster.

“Shit… you feel so good, pretty girl. Been too long… way too long.” He whispered against her ear.

(Y/N)’s brain could not form words as his body covering hers, the way they moved together chasing the same release was completely overwhelming her. His arms slipped behind her back cradling her as his head buried in the crook of her neck. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist meeting him thrust for thrust. Her fingers digging into his back and in his hair feeling the dam within her about to break.

“Fuck… I’m coming… fuck! I love you. I love you. I love you.” He chanted as she felt his body shaking from his release that pushed her own body over the edge.

She cried out his name repeatedly as he pumped into her slowly a few more times. He was panting against her shoulder trying to keep most of his weight on his arms. She grabbed her face pulling him down to her smashing her lips to his.

He started laughing softly staring down at her, “What was that for?” he asked.

She smiled widely, “For given me everything I want and more. For taking a complicated situation and making it as simple as could be. For asking me to be Mrs. Jensen Ackles and not asking me to change my feelings for Jared or Misha.” She paused kissing him again, “For just being you because I love you so much.”

Jensen flashed his charming smile down at her, “I love you too, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) fell into the best night’s sleep she had for a while cradled in the arms of the man she loved and dreaming of the other two men who had a piece of her heart as well. She could not be more thankful for the simply complicated life she was living and she would not have it any other way.

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mishabiesgolas · 11 months

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Entre Rueda y Bahamontes

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Galería Kernel (Cáceres)

2020

ENTRE RUEDA Y BAHAMONTES

En febrero de 2014 Carlos Maciá y Misha Bies Golas recorrieron durante tres días las calles de Madrid. Buscaban algo, una excusa para armar juntos un proyecto, y lo buscaban por algunos de los lugares que otras veces habían recorrido juntos. Durante aquellos paseos, cada objeto recogido se convertía de pronto en un lastre que obligaba a ser cargado a pie hasta el primer piso izquierda del número 3 de la calle Guillermo Rolland, donde sigue estando el Salón, esa estancia que Ángela Cuadra y Daisuke Kato regentan como espacio de proyectos.

La experiencia dio como resultado una exposición titulada “En el coche de San Fernando”, una instalación de rotunda sobriedad que poco o nada tenía que ver con lo que habitualmente resta de ese tipo de derivas. Sin ambiciones documentales, la escultura central, “Homenaje a Gerardo Rueda”, se convirtió también en un póster realizado para la ocasión en una antigua imprenta vallecana centrada históricamente en la reproducción de gran parte de los carteles de boxeo que todavía pueden verse encolados en las calles de Madrid. Qué mejor lugar que aquella imprenta para ocuparse del homenaje a Rueda, situada en el vecindario en que una calle lleva el nombre del pintor.

Años después, Carlos Maciá y Misha Bies Golas han decidido trabajar de nuevo juntos, y lo han hecho mediante una colaboración de ida y vuelta, que se ha ido cocinando en sus respectivos estudios. Cada uno ha intervenido algunos de los carteles impresos y los ha enviado al otro, para que este trabaje sobre ellos. El resultado es un conjunto de piezas que mezclan la manera de operar de ambos, a veces hasta límites tan confusos que lo que nos esperamos de uno corresponde en realidad al otro y viceversa.

“Entre Rueda y Bahamontes” es un ejercicio a medio camino entre lo solemne y lo patético que puede resultar el arte. La cuestión es dar pareja importancia, por ejemplo, al modo en que el pintor o el campeón de ciclismo se enfrentan a su trabajo, en su dedicación o en su soledad. Así, los plátanos de Bahamontes coronan esa escultura o sugieren los panes con que Picasso sustituía sus manos en la foto que Robert Doisneau tomó en 1952. Al igual que la pintura, la fruta aporta un deleite visual y metafórico que convierte lo aparentemente indefenso en un elemento pecaminoso a ojos de una sociedad católica como la nuestra, y a eso ha jugado el arte siempre, a sacarnos los colores y a hacernos sentir testigos de algo prohibido.

Ángel Calvo Ulloa

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justchiarajay · 5 years

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Annoyance through the window

So, Misha.

I am annoyed with Misha.

I started to type out why, but it’s irrelevant. And really, you don’t care. But I am. Annoyed.

But here’s the thing. The annoyance is there, and I recognize that it exists. But I am also curiously removed from it at the same time.

I was having breakfast this morning with the lovely roomie and a friend of ours, and I was going on, quite animatedly, about Gluggaveður. As someone who studied linguistics at two different colleges, I’m a little bit of a word nerd. I especially love words that don’t directly translate into English. I love cultures that have words for things that we never thought of before!

But, getting slowly to the point, I realized that through the meditation exercises I’ve done this month, I was able to successfully remove myself from an emotion that is unproductive. I was able to acknowledge it, examine it with a curious mind, and then place it on the windowsill and close the pane. And it sits there, existing, but not existing.

It’s Schrödinger's emotion.

#mindfulness #meditation #gluggaveður

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spn-season-16-chronicles · 3 years

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SPNews

19th February 2021

Fandom discovers existance of canadian minor league baseball team Cartwright Twins (mentioned in Scoobynatural as the 2nd craziest thing that happened to Dean), goes wild with the idea of Dean getting sexually involved with whole baseball team. Thing is memed to no end, considered to be a another confirmation of canonically bi Dean, who is not repressed. Hispanic translation resurfaces again, using hermanos (brothers) term.

Twitter still on a war path with Samantha Ferris, this time after her doubling down on her antidepressants statements

Firs postfinale online convention announced by Creation Entertainment. Exactly 3 months after the finale. Con will take place between 5th and 7th March and will star Jensen, Jared, Misha, Kim, Briana and Mark S. It will include, Q&A pane, one-on-one short zoom calls, meet and greet and autographs. There is no free entry for any of those shows (you can pay what you can for q&as or hitchhike). Description (seen below) of Misha's Q&A gets many eyebrows raised, or even some people angry.

Fandom theoretising about con's contents, not positive at all. Tries to remain cautious after experiencing invalidation too too many times.

Cast and crew are fundraising for Texas. You too random reader, if you can, donate. Not necessarily to help people in Texas. Remember also about your own neighbourhood.

Jensen posts very short clip to boost awareness over Texas issues. Fandom looses it over his looks (in a positive approving way this time) . As always. Original post here

What will happen tomorrow?

And now weather

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laranmina · 6 years

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I send a message yesterday to the admin of the Jus in Bello convention fanpage asking about the changes in the jib panels. I was as nice as possible, which is no easy for me...

me: hello. I don't really know if you are the right person to ask this, so feel free to send me on my waya couple of friends and me were talking about going to the next jib if there was oneDaniela said so at closure so... Our question is if the changes in the panels this year are gonna be permanents. I mean, the main attractive of Jib are the Mishalecki and cockles panels but if one of thoose dissapear like this year I am not that sure about saving for a year for something I'm not going to get in the end.We are spaniards, by the way. I understood the pre jib rant from daniela about the shippers wars (kind of, cons live of that after all) but as an outsider don't really care about getting more of the same as in, let's say, SpnUKsorry for the long askthanks for your answer, or not.

Sue: As Daniela herself has said, panels can change at a moment’s notice and at the choice of the actors so although the schedule may may say Jensen & Misha - who knows what could happen I think this panel however is not the only thing that differentiates JIB There is so much more, spontaneity that surprises do happen being one of them

me: Maybe. And maybe it's not the only attractive but the jaredxmisha and jensenxmisha is the main one for me as we don' t get those anywhere else. If I am paying a month salary in an angel pass and not get those two panels I'd probably feel like the school bully took my lunch.No offense, because Rome is almost enough for me to go Jib, but I am hoping for some kind of schedule before fighting for a ticket at the openningI'd largely prefer a full hour of J2M in schedule that a crash panel surprise like this year

Sue: You will not get the schedule before booking day as it is never released until a couple of weeks before the con starts

Me: I've been listenning about the Mishalecki and Cockles panels the whole year. That is what I want to know. Is it going to be like always or we'll have just j2m?

Sue: This year has been the exception that Jared has been involved in the panel. There is no guarantee that it won’t happen again next but no guarantee it will.

Me: The Jared only panel was a J2, too, anyway

Sue: That was because Jared was ill and needed the support. I don’t want to sound rude but if you truly have an issue with how panels change then maybe JIB is not for you. This happens

Me:I know. I'm part of the staff for the annual tolkien convention this year in spain. Changes happen, we try not to but sometimes is inevitable. I'm just trying to figure if those changes are gonna permanent, as I said.Because is hard for me to think jared was having a bad day in saturday and in sunday he wanted to do one more panelI love jared, i can't stop smiling with him but it doesn't make sense. Anyway, always can reselling the ticket at the facebook page, I guess

Sue: Unfortunately you are asking a question I cannot answer. I do not know what will happen at JIB10. The section is up to you.Decision I meant to say

Me: Yep, I guess so. I will have to bet on it.Thanks, anyway. I'm sure to could use a week of sleepAgh. You could use, I mean. Dammit

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Aaand that is. Almost confirm my idea de change was a J2 thing to show Misha support in the face of the bronlies...the no-dildo with the ballons in the lunch room makes me think i was not a last hour idea. Anyway, here you have it.

#jibcon #mishalecki #cockles #panels #oh my future jib #welcome to the dark side #j2

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keptin-indy · 6 years

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7th Sea: The New World 22

Last time, the crew fought their way down the ATC’s administrative tower, fought Rourke’s body double, beat up chief slaver Rudd as a proxy for Mariandl’s crisis of faith, and met up with Annie Goldenflower, who told them she’d been trying to feed insider information to the Ruhuri so they could out-compete the ATC. Rourke and the chief of security were almost certainly in the Snowflake fort, so Brandt and Ansgar came up with a cockamamie scheme to launch them all onto the roof with a slingshot winch.

Previous installments

Brandt and Ansgar adapted the principles of the grappling hook gun for the much larger Nidhogg’s Coil and launched the terrified party over the inner walls of the fort onto the roof. Misha landed directly on a guard and both party and lookouts took a moment to figure out what had just happened before the inevitable skirmish began. Mariandl immediately broke away from the fight to enter the fort, looking for the most attractive places to put a secret lab in her extensive experience. After a brief misadventure with a surprised guard in the privy, she noticed that the fort’s well had an unusually thick rope tied to a very large, sturdy “bucket”. She lowered herself down and found a tunnel just above the waterline. She pulled herself back up and ran to tell her friends, who disengaged from their running fight with the guards and dove down into the well.

The tunnel was low enough that the tallest members of the group had to duck to get through it, but they weren’t any happier when it opened up into an unwholesome chamber with blood sigils on the wall and an obsidian altar with the sacrificed body of something not quite human but not quite spirit. Strange artifacts and Prophets’ crosses lay about the room, lit by the glowing purple crystals that were common to Syrneth structures. Amidst all this were a powerfully built woman who could only be Security Chief Laerke Ulrichsdottir and six men who all appeared to be George Rourke. Ulrichsdottir began chanting in an unfamiliar language and some of the occult items in the room began to glow painfully bright. She touched some of the Vaticine icons, which shrieked as she picked up her axes and threw herself at Misha, who caught the blow with his armoured gauntlet and returned the favour with his sword, only for the icon closest to him to explode into shards. The Rourkes lso began to chant as one and Ansgar found that he was unable to approach one of them any closer. He reasoned that the other Rourke were illusions and the one he couldn’t come near was the real one and shouted this new information at his friends. Rourke realized his mistake and quickly prevented misha from approaching in the same way, but wasn’t fast enough to prevent Brandt from landing a blow on him. Mariandl recognized the strange magics as a twisted version of holy rites from the far off Crescent Empire and made some educated guesses about what else it could do based on that. Her guesses paid off when she smashed one of the glowing objects with her leaded Book of the Prophets, removing one of Ulrichdottir’s layers of protection. Rourke magically pushed Brandt away but not before Brandt lunged at him on the way back, injuring him yet again. Ansgar took the distraction to remove several other suspicious-looking items from Rourke’s reach so he couldn’t use their magics and Etienne popped into view behind Rourke, stabbed him, and disappeared just as suddenly. Mariandl continued breaking Ulrichdottir’s artifacts but couldn’t stop her from using one that healed her of the damage Misha had already dealt. Rourke shot at Brandt with a pistol, unaware that Brandt’s Glamour mantle allowed him to catch bullets from midair, which he did, tauntingly. Mariandl gave last rites to the body on the altar, which she suspected was powering the whole ritual. It dissolved into smoke under her holy water and the magic in the room began to weaken, the unearthly light fading in pulses like a heartbeat. Rourke reached for his other pistol only to find that Brandt had lifted it from his belt earlier. Enraged, he uttered some incantation that used the fading magic to turn himself into a luminous being of burning flame, unable to be hurt with normal weapons. Mariandl screamed at him for stealing the divine light of Theus and threw her Book at him. The paper caught fire but the lead cover’s alchemical properties caused him to flicker back and forth between the flames and his real body but he could still throw a gout of flame at Brandt. Misha and Ansgar continued to face down Ulrichsdottir, but when Ansgar would have landed a decisive blow on her, she used one of her remaining artifacts to redirect the force into Misha. She followed up for the kill but Ansgar threw himself in between them and cracked his steel lantern over her head, dousing her in the burning oil, which took unnaturally quickly, consuming her body as they watched in horror. Out of other weapons, Mariandl began to throw the rest of the artifacts at Rourke, which worked better than expected as their magic enabled them to hit his flame form. Seeing an opportunity, Etienne picked up one of the artifacts - a jeweled dagger - and slit the villain’s throat with his own cursed weapon.

Misha and Brandt were badly injured and Mariandl began tending to their wounds at once. Ansgar examined the obsidian altar and declared it looked Nahuacan to his untrained eye, but also like it had been shoddily re-chiselled into a new configuration. He took out his own Prophets’ cross - metal like his lantern, of course - and smashed it into the brittle stone, which split apart in a golden light. As he carefully unwrapped the extra glass panes from his pack to repair his lantern, Brandt asked him how burned his face was and Ansgar tried to assure him it was nothing Mariandl couldn’t fix. Once she’d done all she could for the moment, Mariandl rubbed out the blood sigils on the wall and drove a stake through Ulrichdottir’s curiously unburned skeleton, just in case. The group gathered up any surviving artifacts and destroyed those that looked particularly malicious. Etienne kept the jeweled dagger after Mariandl assured him it wasn’t evil in and of itself but that he should soak it in holy water anyway.

The group hauled themselves back up the well in the bucket (or via grappling hook) with Ansgar holding Ulrichdottir’s axes above his head so that the fifteen guards surrounding the well could tell exactly how the fight had gone. A Highland accent cut through the tension, saying that he recognized the invaders and that the guards wouldn’t stand a chance against them so they may as well back down. Captain Angus MacIntyre - formerly of the Falcon’s Gale sloop that Lady Gwen and company had captured for the Ruhuri freedom fights months ago - elbowed his way through the guards and said he’d been authorized by Postmaster Mesquite to take charge of the situation. He promptly surrendered to the heavily injured Brandt and took them to a more private area to figure out exactly what had just happened beneath the fort. According to Angus, none of the lower echelons even knew there was a room down the well, let alone that it was being used for black magic. Mariandl helpfully suggested burning everything down there. Ansgar told Angus about the proposed Vesten takeover of Atabean trade and Angus said he’d go along with whatever Mesquite wanted. Meanwhile, Misha stole some wine barrels from the officers stores and shared them with the guards outside, which went a long way toward making amends for the violence.

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