#and cell was hard for me to grasp but the truth is that the more human she became the scarier she got.

[ufolvr]

How I sleep understanding my favorite villain's personality and backstory and why they work so well while also throwing key aspects of it away for the benefit of my own indulgences btw ^_^

#📡 incoming transmission 📡 #once again talking about frieza. mostly. their backstory and direct mirroring of goku's is the strongest in the series #they never had to life a finger for anything ever and thats the point #but.... sometimes a guy has certain needs and urges #i also mess with buu and cell but thats after they died so i can do whatever. like introducing a character for them to bounce off of #is one thing but changing their backstory is another. do you see it? i dont think i need to do that to tell a meaningful story #for frieza however i do not want them 'going soft' for anyone ever. i want them to have been soft from the very beginning #that's a lot stronger to me. what if they cared? what if they cared so much. what then. #any other changes i make to characters i like esp villains is more... well. where can we go from here buddy? #and less What would happen if your backstory was a moved a little bit to the left. it just genuinely depends on what works best ^^ #self insert #selfshipping #f/o #selfship #self ship #also bc its driving me up the wall: #me whenever i tell you that frieza cannot be enjoyed separately from their femininity and poise so frieza with a square jaw means nothing #and cell was hard for me to grasp but the truth is that the more human she became the scarier she got. #like another false sense of familiarity almost #and buu is all over the place because buu is buu and makes little to no logical sense #this has nothing to do with the post. sometimes i just like to sound smart #and as a proof that i do know frieza plenty well i just love to fuck with them and make them care for someone

[xavviquz]

♥︎ a witch’s curse and an emporors wrath. ♥︎ ryomen sukuna x witch!reader hcs

warnings // attempts of brainwashing, attempts of manipulating, mentions of death, blood, kidnapping, possessiveness, throwing up, forcefeeding, hanging, a bit rushed

notes // this was a request i had recently gotten! i’m glad to be writing this for you and i hope you enjoyed this!! also if any of you guys want to request something for me to write, just specify what and if you want it a fanfic or hc! sorry if this one isnt too good 😞 @rosemaydone321

synopsis: nobody could escape his overwhelming power and wrath, but you. as curious as he was, he dug deeper for the truth.

emporor!sukuna that takes nightly walks to get a break once in a while.

emporor!sukuna who stumbles upon a small cabin, erbs, crystals, animal remains, plants completely filling the area. sukuna walked around the house, peeking his head into the window, seeing you hard at work to make your spells.

emporor!sukuna who stares with curiousity on what you’re doing, and what your purpose was being so far into the forest. as you finished your spell, it was immediately broken. sukuna felt a wave of pain, but it felt as if someone flicked his head, or threw a pebble at him.

emporor!sukuna that knocks you out cold as you were on your way picking up a few fruits and mushrooms to eat.

emporor!sukuna who greets you with your own room, and own clothes. he wants you for himself and he knows it. he sees so much potential.. so much use for you.

emporor!sukuna who grips at your hair when you disobey each order. venom practically spat out your mouth as words pour into his ears. agitated and furious was what he was at this moment.

emporor!sukuna that forces you to eat, make spells and what not for him. you always shook your head and refused to do so. you knew who he was, and what he was. you refused to make the same mistake that people had made many moons ago when they got kidnapped and sent here by the same man.

emporor!sukuna that always tampers with your food, forcing you to eat it each time, and you forcing yourself to throw it back up. every now and then, he’d have someone force your mouth shut as your bidy began to digest the food that he made you consume. it always made you drowsy and left your mind fuzzy.

emporor!sukuna who ends up resorting to the only way he knows you would listen. he restricts your food intake, leaves you working constantly as you did his chores, and he hurt you. each day. a sharp dagger ran up and down your thigh, small cuts being made as blood dripped down your leg and across the now dirty blade.

emporor!sukuna who always has to hurt you in order to get what he wanted out of your pretty little lips. sometimes he’d coo and make fun of you for trying to escape from his grasp.

emporor!sukuna who checks on if you’re following his commands, and you were. and it was like this for months on end. sukuna wouldn’t suspect a thing, you thought.

emporor!sukuna who finally trusts that you will stay by his side as his obedient plaything but that was the opposite in this case. sukuna that grits his teeth when he realizes that you had escaped him. i mean, how could you not?? how could you? how did you? is what he thought. as his anger grew more than the sun that was displayed on the sky, he came to one conclusion.

emporor!sukuna who hated that you had wasted your potential. he ordered his whole empire to search for you, and that they found you. hiding in some cave while you made friends with the wolves.

emporor!sukuna who’s disappointed that your talents couldnt be acknowledged.

emporor!sukuna who scentences you to be hung and burned to death. as you were locked up and shoved in a cell, sukuna did visit you often.

emporor!sukuna who reminds you of what could’ve happened so maybe, just maybe you’d go with him. that maybe, you’d take his offer. but you refused like always.

emporor!sukuna who watches you from the side as you were dragged from your cell, a noose around your neck and the crackling of fire filling the worlds senses.

emporor!sukuna who hears your words even through whispers “for you will find me in every life, and everything will be the same. your confused curiosity and my never ending inflicting pain.” he didnt know what you meant by that until years later, he saw you at the same cabin, and the same woods, at the same time.

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[teecupangel]

We have put Desmond in a lot of situations, but seeing the recent ask about Ratonhnhaké:ton becoming a Templar got me thinking: What if after a few years on the run, Desmond gets discovered by Abstergo early? But instead of kidnapping him, they set up a scenario, where Desmond gets offered a job by them and he accepts. Eventually they convert him to the Templar mindset(wanting order isn't a bad thing, right?) and maybe a cell of assassins find out about Desmond working at Abstergo and rush to try and kill him. This, alongside his shitty upbringing, gets Desmond to finally fully throw himself into becoming a Templar(he was reluctant before, Templars are the bad guy, that' what his father slways said... right?). He could even train with Daniel and become an assassin hunter. :D

Everyone knew who Desmond Miles was.

It was hard not to considering he was William Miles’ son.

But no one would ever dare say that to his face.

William Miles was a forbidden topic in the presence of Desmond Miles.

Vidic ordered it himself.

Daniel hated him before he even met him.

He only heard the gist of it from Vidic.

A sixteen year old runaway who didn’t even know just how dangerous the real world was, found by Abstergo because he caught a fever that left him bedridden and sent to the nearest free clinic which was, fortunately for Vidic, under Abstergo control.

And now he was finally meeting Desmond Miles, 6 years later, to be his instructor.

6 years was a long time to indoctrinate someone but Desmond Miles was supposed to be a skittish boy so Vidic made him his pet project.

A son.

He called him.

How laughable.

Daniel knew how that play goes, having been the focus of it before.

But unlike Desmond Miles-

No.

Desmond Vidic.

The name made Daniel want to vomit.

Unlike that idiot, Daniel had no choice.

The trigger they place on him made him kill the last mentor. He was the Brotherhood’s number one target.

And Daniel’s sanity could only be preserved by the Animus under Abstergo.

He had no choice and he didn’t give care.

Dr. Sung always furrowed her brows whenever he said that.

Was it the truth?

Was Daniel lying to himself?

Who knows?

Who cares?

What he does know is that he hates Vidic’s adopted son.

He had the choice.

He’s just stupid enough to fall for the indoctrination.

No.

He was weak.

William Miles and his lovely (his neck throbbed at the reminder of that bitch managing to graze the side of his neck, that sniper rifle only missing its mark thanks to Daniel’s quick reflexes and Eagle Vision) wife had made him weak.

And now he was to become like Daniel.

An Assassin turned Assassin Hunter.

He sees him before he even got to the meeting room they were supposed to meet.

A nice suit that hugged his form, most definitely tailored and expensive.

He could afford it.

Daniel saw in his files that he had a salary larger than a supposed assistant for someone like Vidic should have.

Another way to keep him in their grasp, he supposed.

Money.

Connection.

… Family.

Vidic really went all out.

Why wouldn’t he?

Desmond was the perfect Animus candidate. The scion of the Ibn-La'Ahad and the Auditore. What mysteries they could uncover from the memories of his ancestors.

Vidic was bidding his time though.

He still had other Animus subjects to torture and Desmond was better off hunting what remains of the Brotherhood in the meantime.

“Daniel Cross?”

Daniel’s feet stopped before he knew it.

Their eyes met as Desmond slowly turned to face him.

His lips curved into a polite smile.

The kind of smile the receptionist always gave whenever she had to talk to someone.

But his eyes.

Those were the eyes of someone who had killed before.

For a moment, Daniel thought that Vidic had ordered him to kill someone.

But no.

Vidic was more meticulous than that.

He must have orchestrated the situation in which Desmond would have no choice but to kill someone.

And then he would come in moment’s later, pretending he had rushed to the scene as soon as he heard, perhaps even bring a few men with him in an attempt to make Desmond believe he had tried to save him.

Yes.

That was more like Vidic.

Daniel hated the fact that he wanted Vidic’s acknowledgment even after knowing the man that he was.

And here was the boy who held Vidic’s ‘fatherly affection’.

Would he break if Daniel was to tell him Vidic orchestrated it?

Or would he not believe it and try to kill Daniel?

Daniel won’t tell him though.

Because that would only disappoint Vidic.

So he took a step towards the young man.

“Call me ‘mentor’.” He ordered.

Something appeared in Desmond’s eyes but it was snuffed out before Daniel could see what it was.

Annoyance?

Amusement?

He couldn’t be sure.

Desmond’s (fakefakefakehehatesitfakefakefake) polite smile stayed as he replied.

“Sure. If you’re into that kind of roleplay.”

Daniel’s lips twitched as he remembered.

The annoying thing about Vidic’s adopted son was that…

He was a brat.

(this can totally be the ‘prologue’ to this idea if you want to add time travel to it)

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #daniel cross #he's talked about a lot that i feel okay to include #warren vidic

[waywardxwords]

Part Four

Part 4 of the Highway to Hell series Word Count: 2,374 Ratings/Warnings: Some cursing, I promise it will build more in the next chapter - this had to be a little touch of filler before the story picks up!

Sam and Dean had only been gone for a few hours. Castiel had sent them back to 1978, just like her vision had predicted. She couldn’t help but wonder if her vision had encouraged them to go. Dean had tried to assure her it hadn’t, that they would have gone back to 1978 with or without her dream. But the thought still crossed her mind.

In the meantime, she had to return to life as normal. Castiel had said it was important. So, she sat at her cubicle in the newsroom, just staring at the cursor blinking on the screen. Her teeth gnawed on her thumb nail, a bad habit she had picked up years ago and did aimlessly at this point.

“Hey, stranger,” the voice of her closest colleague broke her gaze. Connor Markham was someone she had worked with for years. After interning together, they landed jobs at the same newspaper. It was bittersweet–she was thankful to see Connor after the last forty-eight hours she had endured, but at the same time, she knew she couldn’t lie to Connor. But she also knew without a shadow of doubt, there was no way she could tell him the truth. 

“Hey,” she breathed, hoping her voice sounded stronger than it felt. 

“Where the heck have you been?” A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, which gave her relief. So far, he wasn’t asking any questions.

“Oh, you know,” she cleared her throat and glanced down at her keyboard. “I, uh, I had some old friends come into town. They surprised me, so I completely blanked on reaching out.”

“Oh, nice!” Connor seemed surprised. She didn’t blame him. She wasn’t really the kind to have many friends in general, let alone out-of-town friends. “Well, I’m glad you’re back.” His smile…something was different. She wasn’t sure if she was just being paranoid or if something was off. Either way, she didn’t have much time to think about it before Connor’s phone began to ring. “We’ll catch up later.” He whispered before rolling back to his cubicle in his computer chair.

Her teeth found the inside of her cheek–another bad habit–as her brain went back to thinking about Dean and Sam, like why no one had called yet. She thought for sure they should be back by now. With a quick glance at her cell phone, she released the flesh she had grasped between her teeth and dialed the number she had added to her contacts before she headed to work that morning.

“Hello?” She heard his comforting drawl. 

“Bobby?” Her voice dropped low so no one around her could hear.

His voice dripped with concern as her name sounded through the receiver. “Everything alright?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she said quickly, she hadn’t meant to startle or worry him. “Sorry, I was just calling to see if you had heard anything from Sam or Dean? Or even Cas?” Her fingers found a loose thread on the hem of her blouse. She pulled at it gently, careful not to cause a tear.

A sigh fell from his lips, relieved she was alright. “Not yet, darlin’. These things take time, you know,” he tried to reassure her. Her silence told him that she wasn’t buying it. “There’s a whole lotta hurry up and wait in this life. I know it’s frustrating and can really keep ya up at night,” she heard what sounded like the pour of coffee in the background. “Trust me, I’ve been dealing with these idjits for a long time.” 

A small smile and chuckle came from her lips as her eyes stayed focused on the small thread from her blouse.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is this…I know it’s hard to be patient, but there’s not much else you can do. And take it with a grain of salt, but I’ve known Sam and Dean a long time. They always find a way back,” he sounded confident…at least, she thought he sounded confident. That would have to be good enough.

“Thanks, Bobby,” she breathed into the receiver. 

“You call me if you need anything, you hear?” 

A smile tugged at her lips once more. “I will, thanks again…and you’ll call if you hear anything?” She questioned nervously, her teeth finding that same spot on her bottom lip once more.

“You bet.”

They said their goodbyes and she turned her focus back to her computer screen. The feeling of uselessness set in–there had to be something she could do to help. The boys had already assured her she was doing more than enough, but she felt about as useful as a gardener watering weeds. She wanted so badly to start researching something, anything. But she knew she couldn’t…not on her work computer. She could just imagine that conversation with Human Resources. There were no good explanations she could come up with to explain away her Google search history for the things she wanted to look up.

Before she could even consider searching something on her cell phone, a strange, tingly sensation came over her–a heavy pressure on her chest. It practically took her breath away as her eyes widened. Everything went black, but then she saw something. It was almost like an out-of-body experience.

She was walking down the same street she would when she left work for the day, headed to the parking garage. This was from today…she had on the same skinny jeans, black blouse and leather jacket. She was distracted with her cell phone, reading and typing things feverishly as she walked. It must have been important, she usually had more awareness of her surroundings when she was alone. 

But then something–or someone, rather–caught her eye. Connor was following behind her. He had left about five feet between them. That was odd, if anything, Connor would usually walk along beside her. There was another man, someone she didn’t recognize, walking just next to Connor. They exchanged a glance.

As if she was watching CCTV security footage, her view shifted and the two men hurried their pace. In one swift movement, they grabbed her. She could hear herself scream as they pulled her into an alley. From another perspective, she was back in her body–her eyes looking into both of theirs. In an instant, they flashed black.

“So, you’re the new prophet, huh?” Connor, or the demon possessing him, scowled. 

And with that, she inhaled a sharp breath and steadied herself with her palms flat on her desk. She sputtered a few breaths as her eyes moved across her desk. That was a first. She dialed the last number once more.

“Hey, it’s me…I-I’m sorry for calling you again,” she moved away from her desk, her eyes carefully on Connor–or whatever he was–as she passed by. 

“You alright?” This time he could tell something was wrong, you knew by the sound of his voice.

“Uh, not really,” you dropped your voice to a whisper. “I uh, I…saw something.” You pressed the ‘Down’ button on the elevator, but after a moment of processing, you decided against it and headed for the stairwell. 

“You had a vision?” He filled in the blanks.

“I think so?” The affliction to your voice let him know you were questioning it. “I didn’t see anything with Sam or Dean…it was me, I saw myself.”

“Balls,” Bobby grumbled. “Okay, listen to me very closely. I need to know everything you saw, alright?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled as her eyes moved around to make sure she hadn’t been followed into the stairwell. “I, uh, I was leaving work and walking to my car. I wasn’t paying attention but I was followed…they were…” she hesitated as she tried to catch her breath, partly from descending so many stairs so quickly, but also as she processed what she saw. “I don’t know, Bobby…maybe it was like a bad dream? Or something? Finding out all of the…information I’ve recently learned has been a little overwhelming. Maybe my brain is trying to figure it out…”

“Slow down, girl,” Bobby breathed as he sounded a bit out of breath. She assumed he was probably rolling around in his wheelchair trying to get to a book or his journal. “The people following you. How many were there?”

“Two,” she answered quickly. 

“Did you notice anything off about ‘em?” The sound of pages flipping in the background sounded in the ear piece.

“They…they had black eyes, Bobby,” her voice dropped even lower as she reached the ground floor. There was a major pause, and silence on the other line. “Bobby?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” he sighed. She could almost envision Bobby rubbing at his eyes in frustration. “Well, shit. Okay, where are you right now?”

“I’m outside my office building in Sioux Falls,” she answered quickly.

“Alright, I want you to get in your car and head straight to my house,” Bobby said firmly. “Do not stop for anything, you hear me? You just drive. You got salt or iron on you?”

“I grabbed some salt packets from my desk,” she said meekly. 

“Balls,” he groaned once more. “Alright, well…just get here, would ya?”

“I’ll do my best,” she breathed and continued on her way towards the parking garage. Unlike her vision, she was very much aware of her surroundings this time. In the midst of the people walking around downtown Sioux Falls, she spotted Connor (or possessed Connor) opening the door to the building. She was able to dip around the corner and quickened her pace in the alley towards her car. “They’re coming, Bobby,” her words slipped out in a terrified whisper. 

“Keep your hand on the salt, girl. You throw it straight at their face if they get close. It will deter them at least for a moment,” he answered, the frustration that there was nothing he could do seeped through his words. “God dammit,” he muttered.

She heard something happening on the other side of the phone. “Bobby? Bobby, are you okay?” 

“They’re back,” he breathed, relief coming through. She could hear chatter on the other side–something was wrong with Castiel. But it sounded like the boys were in one piece. “Hey, we don’t got time for that,” Bobby chirped back at them. She heard Dean say her name. “She’s bein’ followed. Two demons.”

She heard her name louder this time. Dean was holding the phone. “Talk to me,” he breathed, his voice gruff. She felt bad for a moment–he had just been through his own personal hell, but now he was in a position where he had to help her. 

At that point, she was running to her car. She was too scared to look behind her but she assumed Connor would be getting close at this point.

“There’s two of them, Dean. I-I have like, seven packets of salt which I can’t imagine will get me very far,” she was breathless as she pulled open the driver’s door of her sedan, silently thanking God for keyless entry. 

“Okay, listen to me,” Dean’s voice was so firm it startled her. She fumbled with the lock, slammed her foot on the brake and pushed the ‘Start’ button. “You in the car?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she hit the gas. Connor had just run into the parking garage–he stood in the middle of the road. “Dean…they’re here, he’s standing in the exit.”

“You run him over,” Dean said matter-of-factly, his voice gruff and deep. “You have to run him over.”

She didn’t realize she was crying until she felt a tear drop from her chin onto the denim material covering her thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal. 

The tires squealed against the concrete of the parking garage. She watched as Connor’s body rolled up the hood, onto the windshield and then rolled off the back. Instinctively, she hit the brakes and looked behind her at his mangled body.

It wasn’t until Dean said her name again that she was brought back to reality. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” she breathed, but that turned to a gasp when she saw Connor’s body start to move again. He was on his hands and knees, pushing himself to a standing position. “He’s still alive, Dean…”

“It’s the demon,” his voice was so rigid. A cry fell off of her lips, and it softened him. “I know how hard this is, sweetheart. It’s confusing and I get that, I do. But you have to keep going. Do not stop.”

His instructions were clear and she knew deep down he was right. She sucked up her feelings and turned back in her seat to keep driving. Standing by the car now was the second man, the man from her vision. She hit the gas and refused to look back.

“Okay, Dean. I’m on my way,” she said shakily. 

“Good girl,” the pride he felt made its way over the line. She couldn’t put her finger on it yet, but there was something about the way he said ‘good girl’ that elicited a shudder deep within her. “Do you want me to stay on the phone with you? I can, if you’d like.”

“Yeah, maybe…just in case,” her voice came out in a whisper. 

“Okay, then,” she heard him get settled. It sounded like people were talking in the background but it got quiet. She figured he must have moved to another room. 

“God, I’m an ass,” she sighed. “Are you okay? Sam and Cas, too? What happened? I’m assuming you stopped Anna, since you’re back…” she hadn’t realized they could have just vanished, had things not worked out as they planned. 

“We’re…okay,” he said simply. “Cas is running low on his angel juice, but we’ll be alright. And yeah, we stopped her.” 

She could tell there was more to the story, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it at that moment.

“I’m glad you’re all okay…” she nibbled on her bottom lip again as she watched the light start to change in front of her. “Shit, red light.”

“Run it,” Dean’s voice was firm again. Her eyes danced in the rearview mirror.

“Dean, I think it’s fine–”

Your name fell from his lips. “Please, run it.”

And so, she did. 

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 29

Stopping in his tracks the Admiral watched her irritated. (Y/N) stood against his powerful look and waited for things to calm down. Luckily the man before her sat down again, while lightening his cigar.

"A princess you say? Why didn't you tell us sooner? ", he asked interested, while observing her shaken form.

"and why were you traveling with one of Big mom's ships?", he added seriously.

Looking into the man's eyes, she found it terribly hard to lie. Her name was easy. In a way it was the truth. She still was a princess, but not in that way she was going to tell him. She didn't want to deny it, but there was no other way.

"I was brought to whole cake Island for a political marriage with one of Charlotte Linlin's sons.", she explained with tears in her eyes and let the Admiral's eyes widen for a moment.

"I..i took the chance of escape and left with this ship to leave this nightmare…", (Y/N) went on and felt her heart break.

"God Katakuri I love you…", she thought, while lying bitterly.

Akainu watched her shaken form calmly and thought about her words.

"I see.. So you wanted to hide your identity to avoid getting back to your island and facing this nightmare again. You must have been through a lot.. ", he spoke more to himself but for everyone to hear. Coby was stunned of the Admirals caring words. He himself felt his body shake in anger about this girl's story. (Y/N) nodded uneasy and brushed some tears away.

"You know that just meters under your feet, there is one of her sons imprisoned.", his voice let her gasp of shock and look down onto the floor. Katakuri was this close? And still it seemed so far away and out of her reach. Crying terribly she fell onto her knees and couldn't control her feelings anymore. Coby quickly came to her side and hugged her dearly, while giving the Admiral an angered look.

"Admiral, you think she's saying the truth?", one cadet asked uneasy, while watching the scene sadly.

"Look at her. Her feelings are totally honest. She is terrifyed. Just imagine escaping from an arranged marriage. Traveling far away, out of their territory, leave everything behind and then the moment you think to be out of their grasp, you are again in one building with one of these bastards. ", he spoke coldly and felt pity for this woman. He had to admit she fitted the title of a princess perfectly. She was spotless beautiful with a voice of an angel. Her speaking was well educated with a spark of a sweet rebellious mind. He couldn't tell exactly what made him feel this way, but she sure hit a soft spot under his strong appearance.

"You don't have to be afraid. As I told you, he is imprisoned and won't be able to get out. Ever.", he explained and got up from his seat to walk to her side. Coby watched his superior worried and pressed her body closer to his. (Y/N) took a deep breath to calm down. Thank god her outburst of emotions wasn't making her suspicious. He took the lie in an instant. Nevertheless she was still clueless of what to do now. How would it help her to get to her husband.

Looking up to Coby, who's look was worried directed to her, she slowly reached up to his face and brushed with one hand across his cheek with a thankful smile. Blushing madly he gave her space to let her get up. Her gaze met the serious one of the Admiral ,who was so close that she was completely covered by his shadow. His dangerous aura let her shiver, which let him sigh deeply.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I am the one who get rid of these bastards. Follow me.", he spoke shortly and left the room without to wait. Looking to Coby for a moment he wasn't sure either of what was going to happen. Quickly (Y/N) followed him, with Coby close by. Reaching the cellar it got dark around them. Coby had a bad feeling of his superior's intention and it got worse after they entered the cells. (Y/N) 's eyes widened of the sight before her. The walls were marked with blood, the air was unbearable heavy. The smell was disgusting and it was hot that sweat rolled down her forehead. Most of the cells were empty, others were filled with people who looked more dead than alive. It was terrifying how cruel someone could be. How merceless, they let these people die slowly in there. Her hands were shaking and she realized where he was going. Stopping before  metal bars Akainu roughly pushed the doors open and entered emotionless. Shaken she stepped into the cell, which was ingulfed in darkness. No one was able to see a thing.

"Light.", he ordered sharply and quickly Coby light up the candles on the wall. With every light his silhouette was more noticeable. Gasping she shut her mouth with one hand and sobbed terribly.

He seemed unconscious. Hanging from the wall like a piece of meat. His whole body was marked with bruises and wounds.

"See I told you. You don't have to be afraid anymore. We marines are capable to arrest the cruelest monsters of the sea. We destroy everyone who dares to stand against the government and help people like you to have a better life.", he spoke proudly of his work and gave her frightened look a smirk.

Katakuri moved of the noise and tried to look up. He felt so exhausted of the past torture lesson that his vision was blurry. 

" This bastard will soon pay for his crimes. ", he added and a growl erupted from Katakuri.

" (Y/N) "

Hearing her name let Katakuri's body stiffen. Was he dreaming? Did he really call his wife's name?

Slowly the Admiral placed a knife into her hands. Confused she looked up to his amused expression.

"You had a rough past. Caused by the big mom pirates. Want to take revenge? Feel free to let your anger out.", he spoke with a smile and couldn't wait to see her outburst of rage against this pirate, but he was only met with silence. Coby was about say something, but suddenly (Y/N) pointed the knife towards Akainu's chest.

" I gave a shit about such a revenge! I am not a monster and won't hurt someone defenseless.", she spoke angered and let the knife fall to the ground. Stunned everyone looked at the beautiful girl with open mouths, while Akainu laughed out loud.

Katakuri's heart was about to explode, after hearing her angered voice, but couldn't move an inch. Still confused and in pain he struggled to stay awake. He couldn't tell if this was really happening or he just was imagine things. Lifting his head he was able to see a glimpse of her beautiful hair and it let his heart race uncontrollably.

"Like I thought. You sure are a noble princess. That's the difference between a pirate. You have honorable standards, not like this trash. But believe me out there in this wide world you have to change your look on things, because it will cost your life..You have to learn to protect yourself." he spoke and walked out of the cell amused.

Looking back to Katakuri, she locked eyes with his widened ones. He couldn't believe it that she was standing before him. She couldn't believe it that after such a hard time she finally reached his cell. But she knew that she wasn't able to help him now. She wanted to run to his side so badly, but she couldn't yet. It pained so hard to be meters away and wasn't able to move closer. Katakuri could see her struggle and stayed by his cold expression. He didn't know what was going on, but he already knew that she was playing with her life. Slowly walking out of the cell it shattered her heart in pieces. How cruel could someone be? This man was a monster. Following him back to his office she stood still with a serious look. She really had enough of him, but more and more she realized how difficult their situation was.

"You have a strong will and I find it quite impressive that a young woman like you was able to get through this all alone.", he spoke with a short smile, which let the others gasp of surprise. (Y/N) wasn't sure what to say.

" Thank you for your kind words.", she spoke strained and shivered again of his sudden laugh.

" God your fine tone always got me. I am starting to feel like a royal myself. So (Y/N) are you interested to start a new life as a marine? ", he asked with a smirk and everyone got eyes like saucers.

"a… a. Marine? This sweetheart? Admiral Akainu are you sure?", one cadet spoke next to him shocked while his laugh got even louder.

"Yeah exactly I mean this lovely woman in front of me. What do you say?", he asked again and (Y/N) thought about it. Slowly a plan was created in her mind. A crazy one, a dangerous one, but it was a real chance. Or better her only chance.

"Thank you and I am sorry for my outburst before. I am still very confused and scared.. But I appreciate your kindness to let me stay… I will gladly accept your offer to start a new life, in condition to not let anyone know. I want to life in peace.. ", she spoke with a heartwarming smile, because finally there was a spark of hope for her husband. Stunned of her beauty he quickly turned around and got back to his desk to sit down.

"Captain Coby. Bring her to the sleeping barracks and give her a room. I will take care of the formalities", he spoke in his usual cold way.

Nodding quickly he took (Y/N) 's hand and dragged her out of the room.

"Admiral Akainu. Should we call this kingdom and inform them of her whereabout?", one cadet asked beside him and only got a chuckle back.

"No. They sure want to get her back. I want to give her a chance.", he spoke while preparing some papers for her entry. Gasping of shock the marines around him watched him like he became insane. Never was their Admiral missing a chance to find some hidden troubles.

"So we won't do any investigation?"

"And who will have a look on her and work with her?", they asked, some were hopeful to get this job with hearts in their eyes.

"Stop that nonsense!", he growled and everyone got pale like ghosts.

"Even if she is hiding something, she had the guts to stand against me. That's really impressive and showed me her will to fight. Her kingdom would only disturb, if we call them now. ", he smirked amused about her angered expression.

"I will take her under my wing. I give her the chance to get her noble revenge against the big mom pirates. "

xxx

With quick steps (Y/N) followed Coby along the corridors and still had to calm her shaken hands. Relieved of finally being away she sighed in relief, while Coby was a nervous mess.

"God… What were you thinking? Speaking against the Admiral in such a way. You are lucky that he let you go…", he spoke frustrated, but also had to chuckle. (Y/N) felt kind of a deja-vu of his words and she had to hold back her tears. Shaking her head quickly she tried her best to hide her sadness.

Stopping in his tracks Coby looked at her sweet appearance and it reminded him of someone who was also playing with fire all the time.

"Is something wrong? Do you need a break? ", (Y/N) asked and gave him an innocent look. After facing the nightmare in person she still was able to be that kindly.

"You just remind me of someone.", he spoke happily of thinking about the straw hat captain.

Nodding she waited patiently for him to go on, while Coby started walking again.

"He is a pirate. A hothead if you ask me, but with a pure heart. He helped me to achieve my dream in becoming a marine. Sounds unbelievable right?", he started and got a small laugh from her.

"No why? Just because he is a pirate? He is still a human being. He sounds very nice.", she spoke while Luffy popped up in her mind. He would sure help her out, if he knew what trouble they were in. Hopefully he was okay out there.

"Yeah he is. And he had a big smile on his face like you. This straw hat…", he spoke and (Y/N) gasped surprised.

"You mean Luffy! I once met him.. Yeah once only for a short time..He is really nice.", she spoke and quickly stopped herself.

"God I was about to speak about pudding's tea party….how stupid.", she scolded herself mentally, while Coby was beyond happy to hear that she had met him too. Luckily he didn't ask further.

Reaching the marine barracks Coby stopped at a small door and gave her a key.

" This will be your room (Y/N). Don't lose the key and always make sure to avoid making a mess. Rest for awhile. I will get you for your duties.",he spoke, while she entered her new home. She didn't really care.

"I am glad that you are able to stay here. I will see if I could stay here too for awhile to help you out.", he smiled brightly.

"Thank you Coby for everything…", she spoke and finally she was able to be alone. The silence felt overwhelming and in an instant she fell onto her knees. Gasping she hid her mouth to silence her sobbing. Tears rolled down her face and she had to control her breathing. This image. This horrifying image of her husband. He was slowly dying. Fighting for every breath. Grabbing Puddings bag she looked inside for her ring. The black metal felt heavy in her palm.

"These bastards… You are the scum… You are the monster.", she whispered exhausted and balled her fist in anger.

"I will get you out of here. I will….", she spoke while getting up again. Her goal was clear now.

"I will stay here undercover and escape with you Katakuri."

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

[manorpunk]

(part 2)

The Bible, the Vedas, the Daodejing - the universal truth towards which all these works grasp is neither god nor heaven, but rather, the state-structure. Humanity makes states the same way that ants make hills and bees make hives: unthinkingly, instinctively, irrepressibly. Family, culture, community - all of these are the different cells of the state-structure replicating themselves in our every experience. Let go of sentiment, become subsumed in the world around you, and you too will see the veins of the state-structure.

- Excerpt from Authoritarianism is Good when I Do It, by Maria von Zuckerberg-Lorraine

“Thank you! Xiexie! Multajn Dankojn! Thank you to all my voters and subscribers for your support, mwah!”

Sunny blew a kiss to the unfathomable audience watching her morning updates and affirmations from the other side of a screen.

“This is so exciting, and I couldn’t have done it without you. To celebrate, there’s a 25% off sale for the entire - that’s right, the entire merch store, and we’ve added three new body pillow designs to commemorate the occasion! If you’ve ever wanted to snuggle up close with your new president, now’s your chance. Okay, I have to go now, lots of presidential business to attend to, but don’t get up to trouble while I’m gone, mmkay? Love you! Byeeee!”

The live feed ended. Three thousand miles away, in a Bay Area penthouse apartment, Maria von Zuckerberg-Lorraine regarded what she had just seen. She turned to her bot-ler, a squat old model that she had nicknamed ‘Torgo.’

“Your gin, madam,” Torgo said through a speaker that crackled with age, carrying a bottle of gin and a chilled glass on the flat top of its frame.

“Thank you, Torgo.” Maria poured herself a drink and took a sip. “Can you believe it? Her first act as president is shilling her body pillows to lonely teenagers. I ought to hate it, but it’s so… American.” Maria tossed her hair back and took another sip.

Maria was tall, a hair over six feet, and broad in the shoulders and hips. She was a celebrated member of the Worshipful Order of Posters (more commonly referred to as the Poster’s Union), and the author of numerous lengthy treatises, including Good Things are Bad Actually, I am the Only Smart Person on This Bitch of an Earth, and of course her evergreen bestseller Authoritarianism is Good when I Do It. She was a controversial figure within the posting scene - her detractors claimed that her works are overly self-serving and her popularity is largely due to her evil milf aesthetics, while her supporters referred to her as ‘mommy.’

“Hello, Maria!” Sunny said.

“Hello, Sunny,” Maria replied. She started to take another sip of gin, then froze. There was Sunny, looming on her display screen where she had not been looming just a moment before.

“Fuck! How did you - I didn’t even hear you call,” Maria said, fumbling with her glass as she tried not to spill anything.

“So, funny story, I got access to the presidential broadcast system this morning. Gabe - he’s my tech guy - Gabe took a look at it. Turns out, the code hasn’t been updated in a while, so he was able to find an exploit that lets me force-start a call with anyone in the American League! Isn’t that cool?” Sunny grinned, clasping her hands and tilting back and forth with excitement. Colorful little hearts floated around her.

“So what you’re saying is that you hacked me.”

“No, no, no, I just accessed your connection without your knowledge or consent.”

“Literally that’s… never mind. Not like privacy law means anything nowadays,” Maria hid her frown behind another sip.

“Are you drinking?” Sunny asked.

Maria set her glass back on top of Torgo and laid back in her chair, as if pushed over a heavy existential weight. “The Global Logistics Network has automated away half the jobs in existence and gamified the other half. Aivrcade’s VR worlds are more popular than every other video game and most hard drugs combined. The whole world is turning into one big Skinner box. Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Because it’s like nine thirty in the morning. Listen, I was thinking about offering you a job, but you’re being kind of a bummer right now and it’s making me reconsider.”

Maria sat up. “A job? What job?”

“Oh, you know, Secretary of Education.”

Maria blinked. “As in, your Secretary of Education? As in, you’re offering me an executive cabinet position?”

Sunny nodded. “Why so surprised? You’re smart, you’re popular, and you’re an established name in the Poster’s Union. Sounds like a good candidate to me. That is, until I saw you being surly and drinking alone.”

“Wait. I…”

“Yes?” Sunny leaned forward and rested her chin on her hands.

"So you... hmm." Maria crossed her arms. She knew what Sunny wanted her to say, but her soul could tell that she was getting ready to sell it, and it wasn’t going to leave without a fight.

“Alright," she finally said, "how, may I ask, could I be less of a bummer?”

“Funny you should ask, you just have to answer some questions I have prepared for such an occasion. Question one: did you vote for me?”

Maria drummed her fingers. “I voted for the ghost of John Brown, as I have done for every presidential election. But you were my second.”

“Good enough, I appreciate the honesty. Question two: praise me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Praise me. Min laŭdu. Shake it for the camera so I know how bad you really want it.”

Maria’s fingers clenched around her biceps. “That’s not a question.”

“You’re right, it’s an order. Now get praising,” Sunny said, her smile still warm and bright.

“Alright, alright, fine. You’re… the least likely candidate to start world war three. Marcus believed his own bullshit, but you strike me as a plain and simple grifter.”

Sunny put a finger to her chin and glanced up in an exaggerated pondering gesture. “Hmm. That doesn’t really feel like a compliment. You’ll have to do better.”

“You’re… dedicated, and charismatic.”

“More. Keep going.”

“And… bespoke. You wear the zeitgeist like a glove.”

“And I’m cute.”

“And you’re cute,” Maria sighed.

“That wasn't very convincing. Say it again.”

Maria bit back a scowl. “You are cute.”

“Yay! That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“It was very hard and I feel dirty. Any more questions?"

“Nah, I'm satisfied now.”

“Then as long as I’ve got your attention, I have some new policy suggestions,” Maria brushed off the dirty feelings as snatched up her tabule, opened a document, and began reading aloud. “One: no more World War 2 movies.”

“That can wait until - sorry, what?”

“It’s been over a century!" Maria threw her hands up in exasperation, “It's time to move on, we drained that well dry, we should make movies about something else already. Two: if you’re talking about America you can’t cite de Tocqueville anymore. Same principal applies here, it’s overdone, please just read anyone else.”

“Ahem. You can just send me the list. I’ll be going soon, I have plenty of other people I need to call today,” Sunny said.

“Oh? Who’s the next person you’re going to ambush with a high-ranking job?”

“Oh, you know…” Sunny flashed a defensive smile, “JMR, to be my Secretary of Defense.”

Maria’s face went icy. “JMR? As in Jacob Martin Rider? That tiresome creep will be in charge of our defense? That manor-lord? That dracula?” Maria spat.

Sunny rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Maria. You can’t call him a dracula just because he’s gay and ostentatious.”

“The man wears jodhpurs, Sunny. He’s like a white Yukio Mishima.”

Sunny sighed. “I know he’s… like that, but I’m not exactly spoiled for choice here. Stopping Imperial Quebec was probably the only good thing America’s done this century, and when people think about the Quebec Wars, they think about JMR. I can’t afford to pass up that kind of reputation. And for the record, he’s half-Norteño.”

Maria scoffed. “Norteños are white now, it was in this year’s patch notes.”

#manorpunk #unreality #sunny roosevelt #maria von zuckerberg lorraine

[unecoccinellenoire]

7 + 10 + 19

"Adrien-" her hand hovers uselessly in the air, fear choking her at the idea that any attempt to grasp his hand away might instead cause that cataclysm waiting to be unleashed to do the very thing she'd be attempting to stop.

It hitting her would be an acceptable outcome. It making contact with Adrien and destroying him cell by cell the way it did his father is the absolute opposite of that.

"Do you think I even can die?" his voice is so stuffed with self-loathing his words hit her like hard blow to her solar plexus, "I'm not human after all. Maybe that was the plan," he laughs, "immortal icons right?"

"Don't."

"Or would it free me?" He muses, that cataclysm far too close to his chest, "it breaks the link between amok and senitmonster right?"

"We don't-"

"Know?" he raises his eyebrows in a theatrical gesture, but the eyes below them are so vulnerable, brimming with hurt, "there I was I thinking that you knew everything Nathalie."

"I don't. We didn't. That's always were it's gone wrong. Please Adrien- don't do this. I- we, you should have been told. I was wrong to keep it from you but,"

"No!" He screams, his hand smahing down on the sink and causing it to crumple to pieces, "you don't get to say that now. Don't pretend because it's what you think I want to hear. Just like how you said I was like a son to you-"

"You are,"

He snorts. "Maybe I am- if we're talking about how my ," he makes quoatation marks with his fingers, "parents felt I can see you viewing me like them. As a doll for your happily ever after family. That's how Marinette sees me too. That why you're so scared of me being ruined."

"That's not why," she shakes her head, but she doesn't know what to do, how to comfort him. Gabriel had had these moods too but she''d never been able to be enough for him. Just like she can't be for Adrien.

Adrien sighs, he sounds tired, "Go away Nathalie. I don't want to hear any more lies."

"Adrien," she extends her hand and he doesn't flinch away, giving her confidence to rest it on his shoulder, "I'm sorry. That's not a lie. And- you're right. I owe you the truth. So," She swallows, "what do you want to know?"

#nathalie sancoeur #adrien agreste #prompt fic #my fic

[siremasterlawrence]

Ghostly Hypnosis

Poor Chris Pratt not as he deserves I plan to bring him down by simply receiving a phone call from a random phone number.

He descends down the staircase to his own home kitchen with a smile thinking of how so lucky he is.

This smug guy is super crazy putting his cell phone down on to the table in his white tank top.

He picks it up at the sound of it vibrating so loud he is snap back in to reality he hands it to his other hand.

He stares at the number pressing the start button as the call begins he places it on his ear.

He says hello following by a strange static like buzzing sound blaring in to his ears out of nowhere.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“HELLO”

“What the fuck?”

“Bbbbbbuuuuuzzzzzz”

“Can you hear me Pratt?”

“Yyyyeeesss”

“You have been a very bad boi”

“I have been a bad boi”

“You need to be punished “

“Please punish me”

“There is a car at the end of your driveway”

“After you hang up, grab your jacket, and walk to me waiting at the car.”

“Master is waiting for me. Yay!”

“Oh master!”

“Hurry up! Get over here now!”

“As you wish”

“Hand me over the our pockets contents”

“Get in the car”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I love you Chris! Put on your seat belt”

“We have a long ride, so turn on the radio and let’s go.”

“Of course Master”

“Do you understand what a ass you are?”

“I have done some shitty things.”

“Once we park bitch, you will exit the car.”

“Follow me in to the house.”

“Strip off your clothes “

“Get on four legs”

“I am taking over your life”

“Worthless white pig”

The end

Hypnosis Kiss

In my new body as Chris Pratt I walk on the red carpet for his movie Mario waving my hands and posing.

Henry Cavill follows offering his white hand to shake for mine, I reach other firmly with

a strong grasp.

He smiles I take a gaps in to his surprise with little effort pull him in to hug him and then turn his face.

Leaning in I lay my lips on his kissing him so hard as he gives in to me and we make out like crazy.

He can’t stop himself the minute our lips are touching his body slips in to mine as we kiss more and more.

The crowd is in awe and disgust taking pics and live streaming it unfortunately for Henry it all came to a head.

We stop leaving his head in tizzy bit of cold hard facts of what has just happen and lot of confusion.

He leaps in to kiss me again this time I face him towards the carpet as we walk inside to the event.

“My girlfriend? She will”

“She what?”

“Uh what?”

“What girlfriend?”

“We are together man”

“Did you forget?”

“I own you, you submit to me, and you obey me.”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“I love you”

“Will you let me come to my hotel room?”

“Of course, I love you “

“What about our women?”

“Who? What the fuck?”

“You don’t know that truth”

“Do you mean it?”

“I do! I am your man”

“That kiss was a whopper”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“It was perfect”

“We both look good”

“Pose with me in the mirror”

“Say cheese”

“Cheese”

-Flash”

“The camera is cool”

“Brand new edition”

“HOT!”

The end

#chris pratt #henry cavill #Hypnosis #Ghostly #Kiss

[literally-remylebeau]

However Scary

CW: Nothing

I had to keep this under 500 words because that was the challenge for the writing club so the ending is a little weird.

Erik Lehnsherr - Magneto

499 words

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This room was made to hold me, to trap me, but it's more than that now. This place I have been confined to for so long, though there is nothing, has become my everything. Vacant of color and so very empty as it is.

Or

Erik is affected mentally from being alone for so long more than what the movie tells us.

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That obnoxious buzzing sound was the first thing I heard as I opened my eyes. I’m surprised the lights had yet to go out. They didn’t buzz when I was first thrown into here. At least, I don’t remember ever being annoyed by it before.

I can’t say I know what year it is anymore or even what time of day it may be. The statement alone has become less frightening over time. Still, I can’t see any reason why the blinding white lights have lasted this long. In all the time that I have been here, not once did they bother to turn them off.  Not only would it have helped to keep track of time but sleeping wouldn’t be such a chore. 

As I sat up my back let out a few loud cracks. I don’t see why they bothered giving me a cheap gym mat to sleep on. Somehow, sleeping on the bare plastic floor is being on my joints. I place my hands on my lower back as I stretch with a few more audible pops. I leaned onto one of the five walls of my cell. 

I don’t remember when I started referring to it as that. My cell. There was truth behind the words. The cell was specifically designed to house me. There was no metal within my reach. I knew that for a fact. Even when standing as far into one of the corners as I could and straining myself to exhaustion just trying to find something to grasp hold of. There was nothing.

The whole thing was made out of plastic. Everything except for the glass panels that made the ceiling which only showed the room above mine. 

This room was made to hold me, to trap me, but it’s more than that now. This place I have been confined to for so long, though there is nothing, has become my everything. Vacant of color and so very empty as it is. These white walls have been the only thing I’ve known for so long. I barely remembered what life had been like before as this godforsaken room had become my entire world. I am alone. I looked up at the glass above me trying to distract myself. I wouldn’t have known there was anything up there if it wasn’t for the guards who came to give me food through a small chute built into one of the walls. The only time I can confirm there are people out there.

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. Rearranging myself into the lotus pose, trying so hard to keep my thoughts at bay. 

Every waking moment was spent the same way. It starts with thinking too much about the situation I’m in. I try to keep my mind off of it but It never lasts long before my thoughts start to drift to him. About what I had actually done to end up here. 

And then ‘Mind the glass.’

#erik lehnsherr #magneto #erik lehnsherr fanfic #angst #xmen days of future past #x men

[knifvd]

@daemonry asked : “ they’re coming for you. right? that’s why you’re pushing me away like an idiot? because you don’t want me getting hurt? “ -kat ^_________^

                               𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙩 1. 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜!

(    HE'S  HURT   .   feels  it  in  his  voice  :  bitter  boy  he  is  ,  biting  and  tearing  at  you  ,   a  beg  ,  a  plea  for  you  to  finally  CONFESS  ,  to  be  honest  ,  to   tell  him  the  TRUTH  .  the  tears  coating  his  THROAT  ,  his  words  ,   they  sting  in  the  OPEN  wounds  you've  spent  years  of  your  life  trying  to  sew  up  ,  trying  to  ignore  that  they  were  THERE  .   they  rub and  STING  and  demand  retribution  ,  demand  answers  you've  dodged  for  as  LONG  as  you've  known  him  .  hate  it  .  you  do  .  you're  not  sure  what  :  the  feeling  of  your  own  heart  constricting  at  hearing  his  VOICE  crack  ,   your  superiors  for  making  you  this  way  ---

---  or  maybe  it's  yourself  .  letting  yourself  get  ever  so  consumed  by  an   unreality  you  could  never  have  :  playing  house  ,  playing  friends  ,  playing  HAPPINESS  like  you  could  ever  have  that  anywhere  in  your  grasp  ,   like  you're  not  continously  scrubbing  BLOOD  out  of  your  clothes  ,  the  stench  of  iron  out  of  your  hands  and  HAIR  .  you've  spent  your  entire  relationship  with  him  building  foundations  of  a  friendship  that's  made  of  glass  bricks  of  LIES  ,  so  easily  shattered  ,  so  easily  peered  through  to  see  the  distortion  and  refraction  of  LIGHT  that  shows  amalgamate  of  who  you  are  .  so  you  hate  it  .  you  hate  yourself  .   )

❛    YOU'RE  A  FOOL  ,    ❜    katarina  seethes  out  ,  anger  biting  her  tone   :  anger  set  ablaze  if  only  by  the  other's  own  PRESUMPTIONS  ,  by  hatred  of  the  person  she's  pretended  to  be  ,  and  hatred  of  the  person  she  knows  she  IS   .  oh  ,  how  she  wishes  ,  and  prays  to  a  god  that  doesn't  exist  to  save  her  ,  to  save  her  ,  to  let  her  be  BETTER  ,  but  she  is  nothing  more  than  a  broken  woman  from  a  broken  place  that  no  longer  exists  ,  only  her  own  scarring  to  validate  that  it  did  .  shoves  MORE  and  more  clothes  into  the  DUFFLE  bag  ,  as  tears  bite  at  her  eyes  once  more  ,  the  familiar  stinging  sensation  the  agent  is  used  to  SWALLOWING  back  ,  but  instead  clenches  her  TEETH  ,  all  but  punching  the  rest  of  the  clothes  into  her  duffle  .     ❛    you  don't  know  a  damn  thing  about  me  .    ❜    another  solidified  punch  of  clothes  into  duffle  ,  swiping  things  off  nighstand  into  her  bag   .    ❛    you  think  ---  you  think  you  can  HELP  me  ?    ❜   

(   "   he's  a  distraction  ,  katarina  ,   "    the  familiar  coldness  of  her  superior's  voice  sends  a  shiver  down  her  SPINE  ,  even  through  tinny  reciever  of  CELL  PHONE  ,   the  disappointment  drips  down  from  his  voice  and  smothers  her  out  ,  leaving  her  FROZEN  in  place  .   "   remove  yourself  from  that  location  ,  before  we  remove  both  of  you  .  "   it's  so  departed  ,  so  DETACHED  ,  it's  hard  to  believe  that  she  did   ---  she  CAN  sound  like  him  .  be  like  him  .  

"  don't  do  this  to  me  ,  "   her  voice  is  so  small  ,  so  quiet  ,  back  turned  from  the  OTHER  ,  who  seems  preoccupied  with  the  BOOK  in  his  hand  ,  gentle  jazz  music  of  the  bookstore  doing  nothing  to  drown  out  her  own  voice  from  herself  .   "  please  ,  don't  do  this  to  me  ,  "   katarina's  voice  cracks  ,   "  we  just  got  good  again   .  we  ---  he's  all  i  have  left  ,  please  don't  make  me  do  this  .  "  ALL  she  has  left  at  a  normal  life  .  at  being  happy   .  being  NORMAL  .  don't  you  remember  ?  DON'T  YOU  REMEMBER  ?   he  taught  you  how  to  be  a  person  again  .  he  taught  you  how  to  be  human  again  .  how  can  you  betray  him  just  like  that  ?

agent  blood  scoffs  over  the  line  .  "   please  .  he  doesn't  know  the  first  thing  about  you  .  do  you  think  he  really  wants  to  be  friends  with  someone  like  you  ?   don't  be  ridiculous  .  your  FINISHED  your  task  .  your  mark  is  dead  .  i'm  calling  you  BACK  .  "

"  he's  the  only  family  i  have  .  please  don't  do  this  to  me  ,  agent  ,  please  ,  "  katarina  begs  into  the  reciever  .  

"   remove  yourself  before  we  remove  you  both  .  "   )

❛    don't delude yourself . i  couldn't  care  less  about  what  happens  to  you  ,   ❜     katarina  says  ,  but  anger  betrays  her  ,  TENSING  body  that  refuses  to  relax  betrays  her  ,  BEGS  for  reprieve,  but  she's  unrelentless  ,   and  continues  to  spit  LIES  from  her  mouth  like  it  were  no  different  than  talking  bitterly  about  forgetting  her  coat  in  the  cold  .      ❛    you're a nuisance .   ❜     ZIPS   up  her  duffle  bag  ,  refusing  to  acknowledge  how  her  HANDS  tremble  as  she  does  so  ,  but  prays  that  the  darkness  of  the  middle  of  the  night  provides  a  cover  .  slings  it  OVER  shoulder  ,  and  shoves  past  the  OTHER  ,   almost  pointedly  ,       ❛    and  if  you  follow  me  ,  i'll  kill  you  myself  .    ❜   

(   "   who  was  that  ,   on  the  phone  ?   "   looks  up  from  the  book  at  her  ,  and  it's  like  clockwork  does  she  sew  back  a  faux  sense  of  security  into  her  body  at  hearing  her  friend's  voice  .  suspicion  lingers  in  his  eyes  ,  on  his  COUNTENANCE  ,  but  she  pushes  it  away  with  a  bright  SMILE  that  sparkles  .  

"  nothing  .  just  have  to  meet  up  with  an  old  friend  later  .  "  

"  can  i  come  ?  y'know  ,  just  in  case  .  "

"   oh  please  .  you're  acting  like  i'm  gonna  go  out  and  get  killed  .  "

"  hey  ,  you  never  know  !  "  )

#daemonry #katarina ‚ ic. #self hatred / #blood / #murder / #bunny shut the fuck up challenge: failed miserably #long post /

[tiredandjaded]

cardinal truths

“What did she look like?” 

Eustace must have been feeling sentimental that day—while reshelving old books, she had brought up Catherine of her own accord. I had already finished my meager chronicle of yesterday’s events, and had mostly just been taking in the cozy atmosphere of the library, but I didn’t want to spoil the tentative peace Eustace and I had enjoyed for the past few days. And, well—I wanted to know more about Catherine, too. Even if some of the things the sisters said about her were hard to believe. 

She had been partway through recounting an old argument between the two of them, a look of wry fondness on her face—something about how literally a certain passage should be taken—when I had interrupted her. 

“Catherine?” Eustace asked, though there was no one else I could have meant. “Right, I guess you couldn’t know.” The remark stung, as they always did, but I had no room to protest here; even if my conversations with Catherine weren’t a secret, I never would have seen her face. I masked over the twinge of pain and waited for her to continue, wary of breaking the prickly sacrist out of her unusually forthcoming mood.

“Well… she was beautiful, I suppose,” Eustace began. “A regular Helen of Troy, if you believed the stories she told from before she joined us.” 

I frowned. 

“I know that,” I said, unsatisfied. “I meant—” 

“How?” Eustace cut me off rudely. I opened my mouth to protest, but she wasn’t done. “You couldn’t possibly have seen her face, even if she ever went to your cell.” 

“Well, I…” I trailed off, feeling rather foolish. She was right: I had no clue what Catherine looked like. She could have been as unsightly as I was, or worse; but even as I thought that, I rejected it out of hand. Of course Catherine was beautiful, she was… she was Catherine. The way she carried herself—except, I couldn’t have known that, either. All I had, all I’d ever had, was her voice.

And yet, I knew it, as surely as I could point to north without seeing the sky: Catherine was—had been—beautiful. 

“Katherine told me,” I finished lamely. “The, um, second.” 

Eustace fixed me with an inscrutable look, her eyes piercing me through her glasses. I felt my face heat up, unsure what she was reading from my response. I was right, wasn’t I? How frustrating it was being outside my cell—I had been fully literate as long as I could remember, even priding myself on my vocabulary, only to learn that there was an entire language of expression I had no knowledge of. Margaret and Katherine were the most versed in it, managing to fit entire conversations in a lingering glance, but as usual, everyone but me seemed to have a working grasp. Something told me that saying anything more would just be digging my own grave, though I hadn’t the slightest clue what Eustace was seeing in my fumbled excuse. After an agonizing few seconds, Eustace pushed up her glasses, apparently satisfied. 

“...Anyhow,” she said, continuing as if to ignore the interruption entirely.

“Hold on,” I protested. “What was that?” I was certain the answer would only leave me feeling more foolish, but in that moment, not knowing whatever judgment Eustace had just passed on me seemed unbearable. Did she suspect I’d spoken with Catherine? Or worse, that I’d left my cell before? 

“Nothing, Hedwig. Just thinking.” Her flat look told me I would get no further, and that I’d be pushing my luck to try. “Now, do you want me to tell you what she looked like or not?” 

I wanted to argue, to demand an explanation for that strange look. Instead, I shelved my indignation for later. Once she had decided not to talk about something, there was no getting Eustace to open up. 

And besides… I really did want to know. If I would never see her face, I could at least hear Catherine described by someone who cared about her, in her own way. 

“Let’s see… she was a fair bit taller than you, I’d say…” 

#misericorde #misericorde vn #my writing #just a short little thing... i am setting aside my voice perfectionism and shooting from the hip here #instead of going back and rereading the whole first chapter to write a 700 word fic #i'll go back and reread the whole first chapter for other reasons. #eustace be like #“i know what you are”

[andthebeanstalk]

Lonely. I hate being lonely. It is one of the saddest feelings in the world and there is so much shame attached to it. But I live in America in 2022, and lonely is the status quo for many of us.

I don't know anyone in this city except my partner, and we spent the entire last year since we moved here just barely surviving, which combined with a pandemic has put a damper on seeking out new friends.

(I am lucky in love because she is kind and good and adores me, and I adore her. Even when at her sickest, she was using the very last of her strength to be kind to me.)

But she and I both know people are supposed to interact with more than one other human on a regular basis.

I talk often with friends and family on the phone and it is probably the reason I am still relatively sane and I treasure those relationships. But fuck, I haven't heard a friend's voice in-person in months. I have a back porch and no buddies to sit on it with! I am hard-of-hearing and I want to hear someone in the fucking room with me and not over shitty cell phone connection!!! I wanna share a joint! Come on!!!!

I wish my girl and I hadn't been... well not forced but pushed, I guess - Pushed out of our home and our city. We ran out of money because we got too sick. And we had to move to a place where we had to go through the very worst of my girl's illness all alone because this is where we can afford to not stress about money.

And I am so angry at so many people and so many systems because it didn't have to BE this way. For so many reasons, it didn't have to be like this. Besides the obvious society-wide issues, my family and her family each had more than enough money to ensure we wouldn't have to move, but that wasn't an option and her illness wasn't viewed as the kind of thing that might be affected by a cross-country move away from all of our friends.

And now, since a huge turning point about a month ago, my girl is no longer a-knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door and it is AMAZING how fast she is improving in such a short time.

But I have enough hard-earned XP in trauma management to recognize that odd, creeping bittersweet feeling of finally being out of a horrifying situation (my wife slowly dying over the course of years) - of being out and realizing just how bad it was. Just how close you came. And there is this strange relief, joy. You are no longer being actively traumatized, yay! But also you now get to deal with the trauma! (Or you don't and you either get sicker, become Batman, or both. And hardly anyone becomes Batman.)

So I survived. Again. I'm good at that. I'm way harder to kill than I ever thought I was. Even if the world is more painful and deadly than I could have ever imagined. (It doesn't have to be this way.)

I'm smart and strong and sharp and skilled and soft all at once and between you me and anyone who will hear, I did amazing this year. I kept hope alive the entire time, and I kept the both of us alive too, and I even got better at art while doing it. I didn't relapse into self-harm, I studied my passion even as my disability got worse, and I saved someone's fucking life by being the one person they could trust to be there because we had been physically separated from our support group, and it was fucking grueling. We have been alone for more than a full year. And it wasn't just someone's life I saved. It was my someone.

And so I am proud of myself. (Even that is a sign of growth. 5 years ago, I could've cured cancer and still felt I was falling behind.)

I did amazing and so did my girl, but because my partner's illness was mental and not physical, half the people in my life can never understand what has happened to us here. I am aggressively proud of myself because I have to be. A lot of other people in my life don't seem to be able to see what we have accomplished here.

Terribly lonely feeling, that one. The idea that some people you love will never be able to grasp the most basic truths of your existence. Won't be able to see the thing you are most proud of in this world.

Even my sisters. Which is unthinkable to me. I don't know how long I will have to work to get them to understand that they weren't here when I needed them, and I'm furious.

And fury is just spicy grief. Or - if you wanted to not sound like Jason Mendoza from the Good Place - grief is the true name of fury. But I like Jason. And so I got like, mad tobasco-sauce type grief that makes me want to scream and breathe fire and cry and throw glass and bite things all at once.

It's just. I'm proud of how hard we worked. But we shouldn't have had to do it. The resources and people were there to make that difference, and I couldn't access them. And I was still luckier than 90% of other disabled Americans, and that was a direct result of mine and my partner's privilege.

Anyway, I still don't know anyone in this stupid fucking city and I am crippled and cranky and extremely sexy and it is 3am. I know I'm not going to be lonely forever. I will make sure of it. But right now... Right now, I am lonely.

#original #mental illness #self-harm referenced vaguely #diary #marijuana mention #hey if u have read this far i hope u can see how hard u have worked to survive this long #especially if u have a mental illness #i am proud of you even if that is all i can give you. even if it is a stranger who said it once on a tumblr tag. #everyone deserves to hear someone is proud of them. I'm proud of you. #i can't offer much more than that but if you want you can keep it in your pocket like a small pebble #there are few problems a small pebble can solve #but it is yours and you know you have it even if you forget completely where it was you got it from #I won't mind one bit. if you ever lose it you can call it back to you simple as wanting it back. metaphysical pebbles are like that ya know #it's yours even if you don't read the full post. small kindnesses are not meant to be conditional

[awalkoflife-arc]

+ harrison morgan's senior prom, mystic falls edition.

❝ har ---- you want to tell me the real reason you're still sitting here? ❞ iris asked, glancing at the 6'5 statue by her side. harrison was exhausted, slumped down in the chair beside his best friend, having barely conversed with anyone the entire night. the full moon had a lot to answer for, at least that's what he wanted to tell her, but how could he? after being locked up by his brother, he'd managed to escape. for the first time since his initial transformation, he was let loose in mystic falls. all day, he'd scoured through the local papers, flicked through the news channels, awaited the dreaded terror that would accompany learning that he'd been responsible for some tragedy, but luckily, there were no reports. he didn't want to worry caroline about it, but that's all he'd thought about. what if he'd tried to find her? what if he had a run-in with her and tyler? what if the worse thing that could happen, happened? what if, what if, what if.... the possibilities were enough to drive harrison insane, not to mention the fact that his entire history with the blonde was composed of that very question. what if?

all day, he'd been too anxious to check in. she was literally next door and he couldn't even make the thirty second journey to her front porch. given that today was his senior prom, they'd also skipped their newly formed tradition of spending the day together. harrison was, for all intents and purposes, iris' beard. but he'd woken up in the middle of nowhere, with scratches across his chest and down his sides. some other creature had obviously attacked him during the night, not that he had any recollection of it. none of that mattered though because he'd made a promise to his friend. so he found his way home, showered, shaved and turned up for the only girl who knew his second biggest secret. ❝ she's not com---- ❞ before he can even finish the sentence, the brunette cuts him off. the look she gives him is a mixture of frustration and impatience, one that settles deep into the furrow of her brow. ❝ no shit, she's not coming. you didn't ask her. you asked me because my parents would disown me if they knew the truth. but you've done your bit so i'm telling you to go. now. make your prom night memorable with the girl who should be sitting here with you. bring her to coop's after-party? i can meet you both there. ❞ he's hard pressed to fight her on it because if there's one person who can read him like an open book, it's iris endler. she's like the female version of him minus the part where she wolfs out every full moon.

harrison decides not to argue and without another word, he stands to leave. cooper was crowned prom king an hour ago and iris is already making eyes at the yearbook editor on the other side of the room. all is well. aside from the communication he's been having with molly, his non-girlfriend, who has been blowing up his phone all night. molly, who insisted that he was so lame for even wanting to go to his senior prom. she didn't seem to grasp the fact that he was only attending for iris. harrison doesn't have the energy to respond, so he switches off his cell and makes the familiar route home. there's no way to know for sure if caroline will be there when he arrives or if she'll even want to speak with him after his radio silence. still, she's the only person he wants to share this night with ---- it's one more milestone, one more memory and there's no one else he could ever envision spending it with, no matter how cheesy it is. he's not into romcoms, he's also not known to make grand gestures of affection, but for caroline forbes? all bets are off.

hannah isn't home when he makes a trip inside to grab his portable speaker. by the looks of it, liz isn't either, her patrol car absent from the driveway. there is however, a bedroom light on directly across from his, the familiar golden glow illuminating the walls he knew so well. there's a flicker of movement behind the curtain and before she catches him, he disappears outside and into her back lawn. in true romcom fashion, or because maybe, for once in her life, she deserves to feel like the star of a john hughes directed movie, harrison throws a handful of stones up against her window. he turns his cell back on and connects it to the speaker, playing a rendition of a song caroline had let him hear a month or two prior. some country singer who had been a guest performer for taylor swift on her 1989 world tour. the lyrics are a little too appropriate ---- try as i may, i can never explain, what i hear when you don't say a thing. it was the first time in a long time that they'd gone the entire day without speaking post full moon. but the smile that appears when she peers out to greet him says it all and maybe, just maybe she feels the same, looking at him almost as though he'd returned from the war. it'd only been a few hours, but it felt like a lifetime. ❝ it's still our day. ❞ harrison reminds her, ❝ so, will you come out here and dance with me? ❞

#( harrison morgan tvd verse: tag pending. ) #( harrison morgan: drabble. ) #lia idk what this is but it's been living in my brain for the past month so here you have it. #seesgood #???? #( queue. )

[ideal-girl]

This isn't meant to be offensive, but it might be.

This isn't meant to be a "rant", but it might be. 

Don't read. 

I believe that most people on the internet are "slightly stupid" and are definitely not well-educated or well-informed, and so they get taken advantage of by people who are not all that bright themselves, but who are more eloquent and exploitative with whatever brain cells they do have. 

USA has the ability to eradicate entire nations, despite not being to locate them on a map. Why would you encourage the USA to be apathetic towards other nations when it has that type of power?

They want the USA to be rampaging beast because it benefits their country right now, but what happens when their country no longer serve the USA's interests? Won't they become disposable again? We are an apathetic, ignorant, and violent nation, and so not very trustworthy or "righteous" in the end. 

Why is it always "nuanced" or "subconscious", when everything is clear and simple? Why can't you speak your truth, without trying to fool people? What are you trying to hide? That's the kind of "communication" or "discourse" that annoys me. I especially resent the people who accused me of a having subconscious belief, just because they couldn't accept that I wasn't what they wanted me to be, which is evil. I notice that a lot of people are trying to implicate others for having "Freudian Slips", which in actuality everything they perceive about the other is a self-projection. 

I will give an example. 

There was a blogger who said that we refuse to vilify Rapist Hamas because we are trying to spare the Palestine, and actually support the genocide (which they classified as "self-defense") ON A SUBCONSCIOUS LEVEL, despite the extreme destruction not being even being effective or reasonable means of vindicating those women.

It's difficult to vilify an organization or anyone without tangible or reasonable evidence of what they did wrong. Most people did believe that the Hamas was an Anti-Semitic, Terrorist Organization that was raping and killing women and babies, but those accusations were either disproven or were never proven at all. I have encountered a lot of people who claim on this very site (Tumblr) to have photos and videos depicting Hamas committing mass rapes, but not one of them as have ever presented that evidence or identified their source. 

That's because they are lying. 

This doesn't mean that Hamas never raped anyone. It means that there is no evidence of those specific crimes and it means that when people lie about having evidence when they do not, they lose credibility to people...who were not going to support the genocide anyways! We are smart enough to understand that you cannot punish, let alone kill someone, for a crime they did not commit! That's why you have to resort to gaslighting people into believing that they are on your side by turning their own "subconscious" against them, as if you have the capacity to know them better than they know themselves. 

The reason why you believe that everyone is insincere, virtue-signaling, and bigoted is because you are insincere, virtue-signaling, and bigoted. You are lying, and that's why everything is so "nuanced", "complicated", and "difficult" for you. You're lying, and it's hard to keep lying when there is so much evidence and so much logic that discredits the false reality you are broadcasting to other people who you believe are less intelligent than you. 

I started off this "rant" stating how I believe that a lot of netizens are "slightly stupid", because a lot of information is presented to them as if they are stupid, and it works because they are. USA is being encouraged to not educate itself about other countries or foreign affairs because we're too stupid to get it (but we're smart enough to engage in warfare). We can't grasp that genocide is virtuous because it's too nuanced for us. We also don't know how to behave as activists, which is to be permissive and neutral, because we're just...stupid.

We have to follow behind deceitful, hypocritical, bigoted, and self-projecting people because something within us is not "good enough". And then I have to observe and/or endure you idiots harassing and abusing people in the name of justice when they are the one who needs vindication, not you or the people who influenced you to be evil on their behalf.

This is another conversation for another day, but I also dislike the tactic of gaslighting people into believing they are evil for not supporting genocide. If they aren't trying to convince people they are stupid and confused, they are trying to convince them they are horrible people for...having moral standards and boundaries. 

This is harsh truth you need to accept TODAY: You are not "entitled" to better treatment than what you give someone else. You don't get to call a child an animal and then get offended when someone calls else you an animal for raping and dehumanizing them. You don't get to masturbate to dead children and then get offended when someone wishes death on you. You don't get to commit crimes against humanity, and then self-victimize when people choose to hate and punish you for what you did. You aren't the victim; people have to vindicate them because of you!

You are not entitled to someone else's life ("forgiveness") ! They do not have to help and heal you! They do not have to exist on your terms! They don't!

(What happened to sincere apologies and self-accountability?)

Don't expect someone else to rebuild the bridge you burned. Don't assume that forgiveness means clemency for you or that’s even truly done for your sake. That's something a lot of abusive people have to realize, whether they are genocidal or not. Those who do not understand that people do not have to exist on their terms are not ready to be trusted or forgiven anyways. 

[36monthplan]

Day Zero

Tomorrow begins day one of my case study of the 36 month plan.

Over the last seven years of my life I employed inconsistent, disorganized effort towards my self improvement… and let the record shows that the results have been profoundly successful! Even with my waxing and waning level of dedication I have clearly come so very far. I’ve proven to myself that with effort change can come over the passage of time, even if one fails more than they succeed, as long as they continue to right their course time and time again. 

It was largely a battle fought upstream with many exhausted stints of being swept back to where I had already been once or numerous times before. It was probably harder than it needed to be to get from where I was then to where I am now but it was the journey I needed to walk to come to this point, with this particular set of life experiences, including knowing just how hard it can be to sustain the will to keep improving in the face of the variables that live will inevitably bring our way as time passes on.

But they say that every seven years every cell in your body has been fully recycled over so that you are a fully different human than the one that existed seven years priors. I believe that to be true both on the cellular and spiritual level. I am so completely different from the Lace who walked the Earth seven years ago, though I know on some level that person was me. I am so conscious of my ability to shape my own existence with focus and effort. It’s been proven to me in both positive and negative ways and so now that I enter this next phase of my life I wish to test a more firm and resolute theory. 

What if one was able to maintain a focused effort towards their self improvement and spiritual development for a period of three consecutive years? 

It is my belief that one can completely reform their entire way of existence for the better in ways they cannot currently even grasp. It is beyond both their current world view and sense of self, existing behind numerous paywalls that they also cannot even yet fathom, but in the end would be so profoundly worth it.

Why three years? In truth, because three is an important number. It is the Trinity number, significant in both religious and spiritual spheres, and is a long enough time to undergo numerous consecutive season cycles with conscious reflection of the prior ones also sustained in this focused state. It’s like going to college, but this time, the only subject is self knowledge. In essence, it’s probably about how long I actually spent out of the last seven actually focused on growth. The rest were lost to regressions, pain and severely hurtful lessons that I will gladly accept with humility now that I have the realization that my experience may save so many from the time wasted on the angsty back and forth that can ensue on a spiritual development path without stability in your focus. 

Pulled yourself open is some heavy stuff and doing so halfway and then leaving it that way can also be so additionally heavy stuff. I have a lot to say on all of this and we will have time to get to all of it because we are going to be together for a while if you decide to stick with me, and I sure hope you do because we are doing this for the sake of all of humanity. Every person that elevates themselves individually elevates us all collectively. It is the greatest act of love and compassion towards your fellow man to master yourself so that you may walk through the world as an example of an awakened soul. 

Three years together at least, I’d say. Not even accounting for laying the foundation and after care, we will have quite a long time to get to know one another. Thirty six months, one thousand and ninety five days. This time is going to pass no matter what you choose to do with it in life. If you’re on the fence about committing, consider that it is a long time no matter what but it is especially difficult to stay conscious without an external support system which is something that became clear to me over the last five years. I’ve been pulled and pushed from the path by only my own inner compass. As dedicated as I am to my personal growth I am also human, flawed and in truth, traumatized. I have strayed and been brought back, time and time again. I do believe that if it is someone’s life path to awaken it will happen eventually no matter what but we do get to choose how difficult this whole process is or is not. We can choose if we want to use our hammer to hit nails directly or make more holes in the wall first. 

If I had a companion with me as I wish for everyone in the world to have, it would’ve been a much easier road to walk, and I think my recognition for that also will lead to this producing a community for me as well that I am very much in need of after many years spent in isolation focused on my own growth. And so that is what brings me to this point. This is the birth of the creation of the 36 month plan. A guide and companion to help walk you through the path of healing, personal growth and development and an ability to overcome your vices and stand in your own power to live the life you have been sent here to experience.

It is a thrilling time to be alive at the birth of this new era of connectedness and spirituality. A global awakening is underway and those of us who have been armed with the knowledge of experience have a responsibility to shine our light outwards as a beacon for those who follow similar paths. I offer myself humbly to you as not only as a guide but a companion through the darkness. My eyes are attuned and my soul is awake. I am no complete being and I am very much still a student of this world however after seven years of committed devotion I have earned the right to say that I live my life on the permanent growth path and I invite and encourage you to do the same.

May you see the best version of yourself behind your minds eye tonight and may you recognize it as truth. You have the power to be exactly that which you envision, and your purpose for being is to overcome your hardships and enable yourself to attain it. The world is designed to hold you down and force you into servitude. Do not accept this fate. Force against any that seek to hold you down and rise up against them in full display of your strength, for you are a champion placed here by God and it is time for you to come into glory.

Lacey Tasty

9/24/23

#spiritual development #spirituality #spiritual awakening #spiritualgrowth #personal development #personal demons #overcome #complex ptsd #complex trauma

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 34

Dick get's a phone call from Lois.

Superman x Nightwing Pairing

Dick

I jogged to the driveway and got in my car and tried to drive away from the manor.

As people trying to scramble out of the place.

I finally got out of the small traffic jam at the manor and got on the road.

As I recollect my conversation with Damian my phone rings I looked on the caller id and it was Lois.

I panicked at the sight of her name I wanted nothing to do with her right now. Hoping she would drop the call and it kept ringing.

I didn't want to pick it up it would look suspicious but if I do pick it up it was the unknown that I was worried about I don't really know what I am going to expect from her so far I did nothing wrong.

It couldn't be anything serious or pressing so I picked it up. "Its was you wasn't it Dick he's fucking you." Her voice boomed through the cell like a nuclear boom.

I gripped the wheel hard and the car swerve as she yelled at me through the phone.

"Lois what are you talking about." I thought lying would be the best bet, But she caught me with my pants down I don't know how far the lie would take me this isn't like me to lie not to Lois I need to think fast.

"Don't fuck with me Grayson you know exactly what I am talking about I can't believe you." Lois didn't want to play the game of stupid tonight it was over I was caught.

"Look I didn't mean to hurt you or Jonathan but Lois I am not gonna lie to you please for the love of everything mighty don't say anything to anyone." I pleaded with her even though I had no right to do that.

"Fuck off Dick he is like your uncle your father your mentor how could you." She ignored my plea and continued ranting.

"How did you find out Lois." I asked her. my eyes started flowing with tears.

"You smell just like him when we first got married, on our first date it's the only cologne that Clark owns it's his father cologne that cologne has been discontinued since the late seventies no one smells like this." Lois knew from the moment she smelled the air about me and Kal. she knew right then and there I didn't want to fight with her lying wouldn't work at this point.

"Please Lois don't tell anyone please I know you hate me but right now this won't get Clark back to you."

"No he made it clear that our marriage is over we are done. Dick how could you come to us when Bruce wanted nothing to do with you and replaced you with Jason." Oh that stung like a stab to the heart and Lois twisted the knife more deeper into me.

"I had no intention of ruining your life Lois." I started crying tears rolling down my face as she was yelling at me.

"You're married to Barbara she's pregnant with your child and you went and fucked another man."

I went silent I knew this would be a disaster but I know this was going up shit creek as soon she mentioned Barbara.

"I am leaving Barbara before you even confronted me tonight I was going to stay with her, I need you to not tell anyone because Lois your marriage has ended but we have family who wont give us a chance to explain ourselves. Bruce will destroy Clark do you get me." I was still crying softly not trying to provoke the fire breathing dragon.

"Yes I know Bruce very well would not stand for this shit." She exclaimed out angrily.

"Did you know Bruce also loves your husband he professes this to me every time he sees me." I knew what I was doing and it was wrong, I wanted the heat off of me and Kal for a bit because Bruce is scary and a force not to anger he would not forgive us if he found out.

"He loves Clark ?"

"Ask Clark he will tell you everything." I was grasping at straws right now.

I knew me and Kal being together would be the calamity of a train wreck the conductor jumped out the window and there was no one controlling the train.

"I can't believe this what the fuck is going on here."

"Well Lois..." She cut me off quick.

"Ok I won't get anything from this conversation but I want all of us to meet up ,You and Clark I want the full truth from both of you." She said anger seething out of the cell her voice was pure venom.

"I would meet but please don't tell Bruce."

"He will find out eventually about the two of you if he hasn't already. Clark always told me he's the world's best detective." I knew I was screwed but I needed to put out most of the flame of this wild fire.

"We will all meet tommorrow at the farm." And she hung up abruptly.

I needed to call Kal this was one of the worst moments of our life, The rang only once.

"Dick Lois called me and she knows about us." I cried in frustration and I realised we're trapped since the moment I left the cabin and went to this ball.

"She wanted us to meet up at the farm house we will go together as a couple." Kal said tired but not cracked down by this.

"What if she already told Bruce about us." I said knowing she already found out about us from just his cologne alone Bruce as well made comments about the way I smelled tonight and that I smell familiar to him.

"If he knows Dick then that will be his own personal feelings, He could have feelings for me but that's it I hold no ties to him." Kal said he sounded pretty much resolute with what was going on tonight.

"I just want us to be ok."

"Fine we will meet Lois tommorrow and we will talk to her and hopefully I could bring closure for her." I breathed deep it like the first time today.

"No matter what Dick I won't let this shake us."

End of part 34 next is part 35

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