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fairyofshampgyu · 1 year

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Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, jerking off, humping

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

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You’d been meeting up with beomgyu a fair amount now, going to each other’s dorms or library to sort out the christmas performance. You’d finally chosen 5 songs to arrange and had already finished arranging 3 of them. You both would arrange a song each and then show it to the other for feedback and then work on it together.

It’s not that horrendous working with him surprisingly. And you’d thought he’d be an actual ass but he hasn’t. He was actually pretty quiet and not that talkative most of the time. It seems that even Beomgyu realises the opportunity to be the only two picked in the music department isn’t something to be taken lightly and you guys really had to live to expectations or raise the bar higher this christmas concert because you remember all the previous years before and they were always so amazing.

Beomgyu’s not bad at all at music like how you thought he was. You’re beginning to understand why your professor chose him as well. Honestly, you’re impressed. You almost feel bad for making assumptions about him. He still is definitely the campus playboy though, flirting incessantly with people and even jokingly to you at times to which you completely dismiss, having people gushing and whispering and giggling about him whenever you guys are at the library and sometimes he can’t meet up with you because he has numerous parties to attend and get drunk and fuck people at.

He can be a bit dense at times but he isn’t all that bad. He’s tolerable. It’s clear one thing he’s good at and passionate about is music. And so are you. And so with that, you can get along with him on a surface level in the small time you’ll be working together. After that, you won’t need to talk to him again.

You’re currently on the way to beomgyu’s dorm, needing to know his opinion on the brass section of a part of one of the Christmas songs you’ve arranged. Arranging isn’t too hard and doesn’t take that long since you’re not necessarily composing a whole new song but you want even the most famous and basic Christmas songs to have a really unique style and so you’ve been changing up lots of parts and adding more instruments, changing chords and keys, reharmonising and adding virtuosic solos that didn’t already exist or extending and cutting short on them.

And right now, you weren’t quite sure if the brass section worked, needing the critique of your partner. Laptop in hand with your music software that’s saved your life countless of times since first year for your compositions and made you want to smash your whole laptop and rip out your hair, ready and open.

Just at that moment, you get a notification that Angel313 was going live. It wasn’t his usual time but you’re guessing he decided to do a surprise/bonus one this week. No one was around whilst you walked and if you put your headphones in? You’ll just watch the very first few minutes whilst you make your way to Beomgyu’s dorm. No harm. Then you’ll stop.

Today, he’s humping his bed, brutally and un-rhythmically. Rutting against the sheets like a desperate puppy in heat, one hand tightly gripping and fisting at his sheets, and the other on his mouth, trying to conceal the noises he’s making, whimpering adorably, prettiest moans coming out of him. The sight making you want to run back home so you could enjoy it properly. You loved the sounds he makes. You could probably get off to just that. His bed seems a little familiar though but you can’t put your finger on it. It looks like just another university dorm or something to be honest.

You’ve made your way to Beomgyu’s dorm, knocking on his door, still watching the live from your phone. You hear a knock on the live too. That’s funny. You knock again since you don’t think he heard you the first time and you hear the exact same sound of a knock from the live again. That’s quite strange. You press your ears to the door trying to make out any sound and that’s when you hear it, moaning. The same ones coming from your headphones from Angel’s live. Your eyes go wide in shock. From the second knock on Angel’s live, their own eyes widen and they hurriedly switch the live off. You can hear beomgyu shout from the door “in a minute!” immediately after Angel stopped. He sounds distressed. He also sounds exactly like Angel’s voice.

But this is all just a really funny coincidence right now. You’re not even sure what Beomgyu’s actually doing behind the door. He could be doing anything. It’s just a weird coincidence. How could Beomgyu and Angel be the same? That’s not possible at all and makes absolutely no sense. They’re both completely opposite people. Out of everyone in the whole world, both of them would be the least you’d expect. It makes you laugh because of how outrageous it is. Why would you ever think that? It’s a coincidence. Yeah, yeah.

Beomgyu finally opens his door for you, looking like he ran a marathon.

“Y/n?”

“Hey-” That’s when you see it at the back in a corner stuffed with other piles of clothes, pink and white thigh highs. Identical to the ones Angel wears. But maybe that’s just someone’s he’d fucked recently and they accidentally left it there. Then beomgyu reaches his hand up to lean higher on his door frame, attempting to be nonchalant but in doing so, and from the already quite short shirt he was wearing, you have a clear view of beomgyu’s stomach. It had a pink piercing. Identical to the one Angel has.

You don’t have anymore excuses. It’s beginning to make sense yet absolutely no sense in your brain, gears turning in your head, about to drop your laptop in shock on the floor but you regain some sort of conscience. The hair, saying he’s not free Thursday nights, the piercing, the thigh highs, his voice, even his physique you realised, were the same.

“Y-you’re-you’re…Angel???!!!”

And then you zoom out and make a quick exit with a horrified expression. Beomgyu equally as horrified.

Fuck.

Beomgyu is absolutely fucked. He’s done for. You saw. You fucking saw. You know. You know he’s a camboy now. And you’ll tell everyone and everyone in the whole universe will know about it. What will happen to him?! Everyone on campus will ridicule him, especially with his ‘reputation’ to ‘uphold.’ He may as well start digging his grave now whilst he still has the chance.

But how did you even know? Sure, he didn’t hide his thigh highs that well he figures, just trying to stuff them anywhere and also the nearest shirt to put fast just so happened to be quite cropped so you could see his piercing. He curses that shirt. He doesn’t even know why he still has it. It’s ugly. But even then, that didn’t give away he was a camboy! The only way you could figure it out is if you watched him and he highly doubted that. So how did you figure it out? He’s been constantly freaking out about it, the essay he hasn’t done due in a few hours not even crossing his mind once.

He’d tried looking all over the place for you but you’ve been avoiding him like the plague, only increasing and adding on to his fear day by day. Did you think he was a freak now? It kind of hurt. How many people had you already told? You’d think it’d be easy to get to you if you’re both in the same class but apparently not. Beomgyu is so stressed. By now you could have told your whole music class.

You sigh as you applied to yet another job this week. Why was finding a job so hard? You didn’t even care at all what it’d be, you just need some money. You are broke. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent most of your student loan on eating out pretty much every day at overly priced restaurants with your friends. But you’re a foodie.

You think back on a few days ago when you found out Beomgyu was actually Angel313, you can’t get it out of your mind. It just feels so wrong. For the longest time, you watched every one of his streams, completely infatuated. You always wondered who he actually was and what he looked like. Now that you know, you wish you didn’t. To think that he actually was in the same city, in the same university as you, taking the same major and someone you talked to just seems so impossible. Really, what a small world. And for them to be the choi beomgyu?! Goes to show really just how little you know of people on screens.

You still get notifications of whenever he’s live but it feels so incredibly wrong to watch them. You could never watch them again. You feel kinda disgusting, knowing you’ve watched beomgyu jerk off and jerked off to it as well multiple times. You can’t look him in the eyes knowing you did that. You haven’t talked to him since, avoiding him at all costs, sitting far, far away in the lecture room and then making a speedy beeline to the exit before he even has the chance, avoiding him around campus as well and ignoring the texts he sent you. He must think you’re an actual pervert or something. You don’t know how on earth you’re supposed to arrange and direct this whole Christmas performance yourself but you’ll try.

It seems the universe is not in your favour however because whilst you were in the library, searching for a book your professor recommended, the place where you least expected beomgyu to step foot in and so felt less of the need to be wary, he happened to be there. You were just about to pick up the book off the shelf since you finally found it, but someone else swipes the book off you before you can. Beomgyu. And then he’s blocking your way of escaping, forcing you into a corner.

“Y/n! Please! Just listen to me! We need to talk!” He pleads.

It’s not like you can really run away now, pent up thoughts bursting out. “I just-HOW are you Angel313?! I don’t get it at all! You’re completely different. You once knocked someone up and forced them to get an abortion! You’re literally a-a….manwhore!”

“Excuse me…?”

“Yeah! You’re literally just another dumb fuckboy who drops people as soon as you’re done with them! You’ve probably knocked so many people up! You probably have so many like….like STDs!”

“That’s not even possible!”

“Yeah? Why isn’t it?!” You cross your arms.

“Because! B-because…-I AM A VIRGIN!!” Beomgyu’s eyes go wide and his hands smack his mouth. He cannot believe he actually just admitted that.

“WHAT?”

The librarian restocking books gives you both an appalled and scarred look, not even bothering to tell you to be quiet, scurrying away. Beomgyu puts his head in his hands in humiliation, ears turning red at that.

“What?!” You whisper shout. “That’s probably the biggest lie of the century.”

“I’m being serious…I’ve never had sex…” He winces, embarrassed at his own words.

“But—but you’re literally known just for that. Even I have seen you with multiple people at parties!”

“Making out and flirting with people are different things! I’ve done some stuff! But I’ve never…fucked anyone…”

He’s supposed to be the notorious player on your campus and an absolute douchebag to everyone he came in contact with, hated by many but also wanted and wanted to be fucked by many. But the boy who was shying under your gaze right now did not fit that description at all.

“I genuinely cannot believe this…”

“Look, you can’t-you really, really can’t tell anyone that I’m,” His voice lowers, “a camboy! No one else can know. I’ll do anything, anything you ask just please don’t tell anyone! My life would be ruined!”

Now, you’re not an asshole. You weren’t planning on telling anyone he was a camboy at all. You know people aren’t that accepting of anything to do with sex work. He’d most likely get humiliated. He might not even be able to get a job since people care so much for stuff like that for some reason. You’re sure everyone would go mad especially if they found out Choi Beomgyu was a camboy. But him saying he’d do anything if you didn’t reveal his little secret intrigued you so much so, that he didn’t need to know you were never going to tell anyone in the first place.

“I want in.”

“Huh?”

“Your camboy business. I want to be a partner. I’ll be your manager, I’ll help you film stuff and get more money. As long as I’m getting some too.”

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the-mighty-e · 1 month

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Okay new theory while I make both my drawings and another analysis!

To make it easier for everyone, I'll just call Cynessa "Tessa" for this post

Okay so, we know that N, V and J have clones, main source of information was J with this line

But, of course, Cyn too with these two lines, that were more specifically about N

So yeah, we know J has clones, N has clones, so V probably has clones too. Where am I going with this? I actually have no idea.

I think that V is way more important than she seems. She was the first to get experimented on by the solver, the first to become possessed (not turned into a host) yada yada.

Tessa always specified that they're gonna save V, both in ep 6 and in this new episode. But here she sounds way more pissed

With even the after being italic. V must be really important.

This is actually the first time we've seen Tessa being so "pissed". She probably wasn't expecting V, the one that should hate anything related to the solver the most, sacrifice herself for Uzi. As I said in my Vuzi post, she entrusted her whole life to her.

That's why Tessa was so pressed about V at the start, and used that fake sweet tone with Uzi, telling her to sit, saying that "Robots like boxes" that's definitely out of charactet for Tessa, someone who loves robots.

It's possible that Tessa didn't want to lose V because she knew she couldn't get a clone immediately. As far as she knows, as I said in another post, N still has a crush on V.

She probably wanted to use V as a way to "calm him down" or, idk, basically telling him "oh yeah, your friend is dead, but you have your crush!"

She even tried to use V to lower N's guard. She really thought that V was important.

Now tell me, if V was there with them, would the Solver had to create a worker V illusion? She would've just went with Cyn, or something else. But it chose V, because she's gone. So that would've made N vulnerable.

And later on it found out N's real weakness: Uzi. But that's already discussed.

Long story short: Tessa NEEDED V there, was pissed by her sacrifice because she couldn't get a clone and her plan was forcibly changed.

Thank you for coming to my kooky ramblings :)

Next analysis will be on Thad and Lizzy per request

ALSO very random but my spider senses (I'm a joke to humanity) told me that ep 8 will release on july 17th, so if I'm actually right then I'll ascend to godhood

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schrodingers-deadbitch · 11 months

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I've decided to write an actual story based very loosely on my first two post because I'm almost finished all my exams then after that I'm technically finished with school and I'll have a lot of time on my hands so... Enjoy?

Yeah enjoy.

Half A Corpse

Prologue/Summary

There are only a few things Danny could remember from before his life as Daniel Fenton. One of those things would be his real name.

Not that ‘Daniel Fenton’ wasn't his real name, it was. It was given to him by his parents (sister), recognized by the law, and known by everyone else around him. It's the name that he calls himself everyday. It's the name that he claimed and grew into. The name that he chose. His name is Daniel Fenton. But it wasn't his true name.

His true name, a name given to him long ago by a mother who he has long since forgotten. A name being called out by a distant voice filled with both joy and malice. A name that brought him mostly pain but also comfort. A name that, despite how long it has been, still rolls off of his tongue with so much ease. A name that tasted of the sweetest honey and the most deadly of poisons simultaneously. His true name is Danyal Al Ghul.

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There are a lot of things Danny could remember from his life as Daniel Fenton. A lot of it was either failing English (or just school in general), or fighting ghosts. Some of it is hanging out with his sister and his best friends, (sometimes like actual kids!).

Majority of it was just him hiding. From the GIW or his parents? He didn't know. Most of it was just him protecting. Ghost or human? It didn't matter. It was always just him, alone in his room, in the dead of night. Doing what? Patching up himself after a long night of ‘patrol’; his homework still in his bag. Long forgotten. Why didn't he do it? He was ‘saving it for another day’.

Daniel could remember pain. So much pain.

He didn't remember how it happened. He didn't want to remember how it happened or what had happened. He didn't want to remember anything. He just wanted to forget it all and pretend it never happened. He wants to forget the pain. He wants to forget everything.

He wants to forget.

He wanTS TO FORGET!

HE WANTS TO FORGET!

HE WANTS TO FORGET!!!

He forgot. What happened?

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His name is Daniel Nightingale. Danny for short. He recently moved to Gotham with his siblings and with the help of his best friends.

His parents? They're dead.

He doesn't remember much from before moving to Gotham but that's ok. He's got a feeling that that's a good thing.

What he thinks isn't a good thing are the leather clad furries and the rich kids who had taken an interested in him and his family. Especially the ones with familiar faces.

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hotvinimon · 4 months

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The Meet

Yandere gym bro x reader

Plot : First encounter with the yandere gym bro

Author’s note : The images are not mine. I don not support this kind of behaviour and highly condemn these activities. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated in actual life.

Warnings : MDNI. The images are not mine.

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As the new year began, you were all set to tackle your resolutions head-on. You had achieved "Glass Skin" and landed a "Good Job." The final item on your list: attain that classic "thin and built figure."

You've embraced your curves your entire life – the envy of many! Your figure boasted a petite waist, a cherubic face, bouncy tits and hips that danced with every step. But, much like everyone else, you also longed for something you lacked: muscles.

And so, here you are, signing up for an annual gym membership. "This is a fabulous health leap you're making, ma'am," chirped the receptionist, selling the benefits of the gym like hotcakes. "When do we expect you?" she asked eagerly. "I'm thinking 6 AM," you gleefully replied. "Oh, splendid! Few souls at that hour," she exclaimed. "You can start tomorrow. Cheers to your fitness journey!" she concluded, flashing that professional smile and tone.

Next day rolled by, and here you were starting your fitness journey with a set new gym clothes. A sports bra and sports shorts, that sat just below your ass.

True to the receptionist's assurance, the gym was deserted at that early hour, save for a single individual, a strapping lad, bulging with muscles as if they were molded from solid granite was working out. With each sinewy movement, his muscles rippled and flexed beneath his skin, showcasing an impressive display of power and strength.

He strides through the gym, his broad shoulders squared, exuding an air of confidence that commands attention. The veins in his arms pop with every curl of the weight, his biceps swelling and contracting with controlled precision. His chest, a wall of carved steel, expands with each deep breath as he conquers the bench press effortlessly.

The sweat glistens on his chiseled physique, accentuating the definition of every muscle group - from the sculpted abs that resemble a washboard, to the powerful thighs that propel him through each exercise. His dedication to fitness is evident in the way he attacks every set, pushing his limits with an unwavering determination.

As he moves from one machine to another, the gym seems to revolve around him. His intense focus, coupled with the raw power he emits, inspires a sense of awe among those around him. He is the epitome of strength and fitness, a living testament to the results of hard work, discipline, and dedication in the gym.

"Enjoying the view, young miss?" a deep voice growled beside you, causing a startled reaction. You turned towards the voice, wide-eyed and flustered. It was the very Greek god-like figure you'd been daydreaming about. He chuckled at your reaction, and you fumbled for words, blurting out a classic “N-No No… uhh.. actually I wasn’t able to open my water bottle.” You blurted out and patted yourself in your dreams for coming up with such a nice excuse. Corporate does benefit sometimes. “And I suppose you want me to open up that for you ?” The man asked. “I would really appreciate that”, you chirped happily.

After the encounter you made sure to not let your gaze wander and do what you were here for.

And oh sweetheart, Little did you know that someone had their keen eyes on you, imagining all the things with your bouncy assets in the slutty gym dress, that wasn’t supposed to be worn in gym which could have been filled with testosterones but luckily you chose the very wrong right time.

After two hours of grinding, you were relaxing on the bench, where your ‘bottle opener’ came. “Are you new here miss ?”, he asked. “It’s y/n and yes. I joined yesterday” you replied with a cheery voice. “I’m Casper, and that’s great tho. How about a coffee down the street ?” He offered.

" Sure Caz~ "

V-Chan’s Dilly Dally

My exams are finally over. And here is the first masterpeice after exams. I really hope you guys like it. Please tell me the next steps. Also comment to join the taglist.

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oreosmilkshakes · 2 years

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Adore You

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for DSMoM!

A/N: I don’t remember the dialogue so please excuse it :DD. This fic was inspired by a post on Tumblr I saw which said something about Stephen saving the reader from a bad man. I hope ya’ll enjoyed it! (also I wrote this in like an hour and a half and it was more to a fluffy side)

Edit: (also, I found the post! :D)

Comments/feedback are appreciated!

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[Name] never understood the true meaning of love until she met Stephen Strange. The first time she met the Sorcerer, he had saved her before a large concrete debris could squish her during the Black Order’s attack on Earth seven years ago. Unfortunately, she was a victim of the snap and five years of her life were gone, just like that.

In an attempt to gain traction of normality, [Name] spent a majority of her time in New York where she met with Stephen again. Little did they know, it would sprout into a beautiful relationship. A coffee offer turned into a date and a date turned into a two-year healthy relationship. Stephen was the first one to confess. He was ready to let go of his hold on Christine and move on. He found a future with [Name] and he vowed to not mess it up the same way he did with Christine.

It became his biggest regret.

Stephen woke up with a frantic yell, cold sweat coated his bare body. His chest heaved continuously, the nightmare plagued his mind. It felt all too real too. Stephen raised a hand, fingers pushing hair away from his forehead as he forced himself to absorb the experience. Turning to his lover’s side of the bed, he found it to be empty.

“[Name?],” Stephen called out, only silence greeted him. That’s when he realised that [Name] had an early shift in the cafe. The cold was familiar but that doesn’t mean he liked it. Stephen very much prefers waking up next to [Name].

Pushing the duvet off, his attention was caught to his side table, an opened envelope rested against the bedside lamp. Stephen picked it up, mentally slapping himself for almost forgetting about Christine’s wedding. With a wave of his hand, his closet doors opened. But before he did anything else, he picked up his phone. There were ‘work’ emails and texts from Wong. Among all that, Stephen smiled when he spotted her name. He tapped on the message.

[Name]: Good morning, handsome! I left some breakfast for you in the kitchen. Have fun at Christine’s wedding! And send my regards to her

His smile widened at the attached photo of his lover dressed in her barista attire with a fellow colleague. She was winking, tongue sticking out with a peace sign held up beside her head. Shaking his head at her childish yet adorable behaviour, he left his phone to freshen up with [Name] on his mind.

Stephen waved his hand, his tie magically bound itself around his neck. He slipped on the black blazer, smoothing the fabric down. The Cloak levitated by the mirror and with another wave of his hand, the sentient fabric was disguised as a red handkerchief for his breast pocket. He looked good but he was sure he would look better with [Name] on his arm.

Fastening his watch on his wrist, the very same one [Name] gifted him on their first anniversary. Stephen smiled fondly at it, the crystal glinted under the dimmed light. His thumb brushed the leather, shaking his head to snap himself back to reality.

He had better leave or else he would be late for the wedding

Stephen arrived at the church by walking. He prefered this way. He recognised the street too, noticing that just a few blocks down was the cafe [Name] worked at. He made a mental note to pick her up after the wedding, only then reminding himself that she would end her shift around the time of the reception.

He walked past the doors, the church was bustling lightly with guests of the wedding. Stephen looked around- He always knew how much Christine loved simplicity. He chose to sit a short distance from the altar, just to watch Christine and her new husband share their vows.

He took his seat, waiting patiently until the ceremony began. When the doors opened, flower girls led the bride, littering flowers in the path she walked. The guests stood, Stephen included. Christine had a big smile on her lips as she held the bouquet of flowers in her hands, walking down the aisle.

Their eyes briefly met and Stephen knew that old Stephen would still be in love with her. But he wasn’t. He loved [Name] with all his heart.

However, Stephen couldn’t help but imagine this wedding to be his own with [Name]. ‘When the time is right,’ The Sorcerer thought, his focus brought back to the wedding.

The reception was at an adjacent building to the church. Stephen was alone, sipping on a martini when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, meeting with the new bride.

A soft smile spread on his lips.

“Christine,”

“Stephen,”

“Congratulations on the wedding,”

Christine smiled, adjusting her gown.

“Thank you,”

Silence.

“So..I saw that you were alone. Where’s [Name]?,” She began.

Stephen set his drink down.

“Last minute shift at work. She sends her regard,”

Christine laughed lightly, nodding.

“I’ll be sure to thank her when I see her again. Although, I hope the next wedding I attend is yours and [Name]’s,” Christine teased.

Stephen found himself growing more and more comfortable with these light and almost teasing conversations with Christine. He hated past Stephen’s treatment of her but he had the time to fix their relationship. It was good probably because [Name] forced him to set it all right and Stephen loved her more for that.

A woman tapped on Christine’s shoulder, whispering something to her before leaving.

The shorter woman looked up at Stephen.

“I have to go. Enjoy the rest of the reception,” And she left, leaving Stephen to order another glass of martini.

For the next two hours, Stephen forced himself to mingle around. He wasn’t surprised to find fans of him attending the wedding too and he was humble to be their favourite. He was on his fifth martini and he looked down at his watch. He needed some fresh air so he left for the balcony.

The warm sun struck his face and Stephen sighed softly in relief. He looked down below, watching New Yorkers go about their day as well as vehicles cluttering the street below.

As his eyes scanned the street below, he spotted a distant figure looking all too familiar. It was [Name], bag clutched to her chest and another man pestering her by the looks of it.

Stephen’s eyes darken, fingers gripping the stem of the martini glass.

[Name] thanked her manager for the early release. It was two in the afternoon and she was exhausted from the lunch crowd. She held her bag close, leaving the cafe hastily in the direction of the Sanctorum. Greenwich Village wasn’t big so everything was within walking distance, probably.

[Name] had a spring in her step as she walked, excited to see Stephen at home looking all handsome in his suit. Stephen had dropped her a photo of his wear for the wedding and she had to excuse herself to the back of the cafe to swoon to herself. Despite their two years of relationship, [Name] could never get enough of Stephen and he was the same. She imagined him looking magically handsome in their imagined wedding, an audible sigh escaping her lips.

However, her little dream bubble was interrupted when a man tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, miss! Sorry but I can’t help but notice you. You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Uncomfort grew largely in her chest, swallowing as [Name] tried to ignore the pesky man but to no avail.

She walked faster and even if she did, the man caught up to her.

“Hey come on now, pretty lady. Don’t ignore me like that,” He grinned an ugly grin and she turned to him.

“Leave me alone,” She snapped, rolling her eyes.

This wasn’t her first time being approached by men who clearly couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. The other two times, Stephen was there to protect her but right now, [Name] was alone and she had to protect herself. A last result method would be the little device Stephen gave you to protect yourself.

It was a little spray tube that when sprayed at, the victim would fall asleep on the spot.

[Name] rummaged her bag for the little tube but she didn’t feel anything. Did she leave it at home?

‘Of all the days,’ [Name] groaned.

[Name] felt a hand caught her wrist and she tensed as the man had that same ugly smile on his face.

“Come on! Just try to get to know me, yeah? I’m really a good guy,”

He had a vice grip to her wrist and the more [Name] struggled, the more her wrist hurt.

Stephen has had enough. He downed the last of his drink, turning to politely return the glass to a waiting staff. Grabbing his handkerchief, he flicked it out, the Cloak was out of its disguise. Stephen vaulted off the balcony, the Cloak wrapped around his shoulders to save its master. He switched his suit for his blue robes, swiftly flying down to [Name]. Wedding guests and nearby passersby gasped at the mini show, watching as Doctor Strange heroically save a woman.

He grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him off the woman.

[Name] winced, rubbing her wrist, stepping away to give Stephen some space.

“Listen here, asshole. I don’t appreciate you treating my woman like that. Hell, or any woman like that. It doesn't hurt to treat them with some decency and respect,” Stephen growled, blue eyes dark with pools of fiery anger hiding behind them.

He tightened his grip to the frightened man’s collar.

“If I ever see you disrespecting anyone else, I will do so much worse than this. Now leave,” Stephen hissed, shoving the man back and just before he could run, the Cloak gave his head a final, hard smack as a form of warning.

He wasted no time picking [Name] up bridal style, the woman squeaked in embarrassment from the sudden act that she buried her face in Stephen as he flew back to the Sanctorum.

Stephen set her down on her feet, his hands held her waist as [Name] let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her cheeks were still red and hair was a slight mess from the wind.

“Thank you..I was beginning to think he was never going to go away,”

Stephen cracked a small smile, a hand moving up to cup her cheek.

“Don’t thank me. I was nearby,”

[Name] squinted hard before snapping her finger.

“Right! Christine’s wedding was close. Oh, thank you so much, honey,”

She leaned up, giving him a tight hug and a sweet kiss to his cheek.

All anger Stephen felt dissipated into nothingness, heart cooled from the affectionate gesture. His other hand held [Name]’s wrist, the one where the man held tightly. It was red and felt relieved when he noted that it would not bruise.

“I’m alright, Stephen,”

“I know, baby, but I just have to check,”

[Name] smiled. He cared so much and she felt so loved by how much she cared for him. She was no hero but she did her very best in only giving Stephen the best form of love he could receive from her.

Stephen’s hand moved to her waist again, gripping it tightly before leaning in until their foreheads touched. He leaned in further.

[Name] laughed lightly, leaning in for a kiss too.

But a heavy shake of the ground pulled both out of their little world.

“What was that?”

Stephen pulled away completely, rushing towards the edge of the roof to look down below.

In the distant street, people were screaming and running away from something.

“Trouble. I have to go,” Stephen levitated, ready to leave.

“Wait!” [Name] rushed to Stephen, tugging him down. She planted a kiss to his lips, giggling lightly from the tickle of his goatee against her chin.

“I love you. Now go save New York, Doctor Strange!” She cheered, stepping back. She waved to Stephen, the Sorcerer had a wide smile and never has she seen Stephen Strange smile so widely, especially one filled with so much love and adoration.

#doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange one shot #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x you #Stephen strange #Stephen strange x reader #Stephen strange one shot #Stephen strange imagine #Stephen strange x you #benedict cumberbatch #marvel x reader

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Here's an intro for the Junko AU

Uzumaki Junko’s Konoha

Uzumaki Junko is the granddaughter of Uchiha Yorima, one of the great founders of konoha who have brought the current peace to the ninja world. As an Uzumaki, Junko is of noble blood and in line for hokage position, she is trained for it everyday by the best teachers, she’s been taught everything she needs to know since she was very young, she has everything.

Junko longs for a life outside of the village walls, free from the constant watch and expectations, most importantly, she wants the freedom to be a girl with friends and go on missions like everyone else. She has one friend, Hyuuga Honoka. Honoka is the daughter of the main branch closest in age to her. She was also trained her whole life for a single purpose and always kept around Junko as they grew up, and finally when she was old enough to enter the academy Honoka received a special seal, similar to her clan’s branch cage one, a seal to serve and protect a specific person: Junko. And so she became her bodyguard.

Private teachers, personal bodyguard, her own house, everyone in the village knowing her and treating like a princess. Junko has everything.

But there’s just one problem in Junko’s life. And it’s her Uchiha blood.

In this world people are born the same and, althought blood connection can help, anyone can awaken the powers of any clan. Said clans are formed around those powers, and not bloodline.

The Hyuuga are the main clan of the village, after the Uzumakis, who are close to royalty, they have priority over the skills any child awakens. The main branch is made up of blood related “pure” Hyuugas, the branches take in the people who join from other bloodlines. Although rare, branch members can climb their way to the main house, by proving themselves in combat skill.

A child born from any of these clans who awakens the ability specific of another - more noble clan - will be taken to train and join said clan, like Inuzuka Tabata who was born with the byakugan and had to follow their rules for years until finally failing the tests and being bannished back to the Inuzuka.

After the Hyuuga clan comes the InoShikaCho houses and the Aburame, after them the Inuzuka and Sarutobi, and finally the smaller clans like Haruno, Lee, Hatake etc.

There are no Uchihas in konoha. It’s been years since anyone with their rare skills has been born. This is why Junko is so precious, she is a royal Uzumaki with good chances of awakening the sharingan. That’s what she’s trained for, that’s what they teach her. Because that’s what she needs to know.

Uchiha Domin

Domin is what Junko does not need to know. A young boy without a name, he chose Domin as his name when he awakened his sharingan.

He knows about Junko and never cared for her in all of his years working in secret, doing the dirtiest and darkest jobs for konoha. Junko is 12 and has never left on a mission, heck she’s not even officially genin yet, while Domin is 17 and has been killing and fighting for his life for almost a decade now.

He knows he has blood on his hands so that she doesn’t have to, and he doesn’t care because he knows about her, he knows that blood is keeping him alive, but when Junko’s time comes - if it ever comes - it won’t save her. So he doesn’t care and he does his job.

That is until he has to care. He meets the girl by accident, running errands in disguise around the village, when she notices him. And Junko is like the sunshine, she draws him, warms him and sees him. He gets to actually know her in the short period he allows himself to stay close and realizes, too late, the mistake that was. Because Junko shouldn’t know about him.

Domin can’t let this go any longer so he warns her.

“You can’t awaken these eyes! The day you do, you’ll be dead!”

There’s a reason no Uchihas have been seen in years. There’s a reason Domin needs to be useful to stay alive. And there’s a reason Junko and everyone else can’t know about people like Domin.

“Uchihas are cursed and need to be hunted and killed.”

That’s how it is. Junko doesn’t know his name, but she knows the truth now.

#junko au #not art #naruto oc #ffreire ocs #idk when im gonna get the art i want to go w this one so

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hackerqueen · 7 months

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nobody but us

a/n : a very short one shot, sweet and sad I would say?

"You're in the wind, I'm in the water

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter"

Heavy breaths mingled one with the other when the couple sank onto the mattress completely without strength. They were short and uneven, dissolving into the darkness of the dingy motel room where they were now hiding.

Not a second passed, and Jake, still half unconscious and drunk from their previous pleasure, turned so that he was lying on his stomach, his head on her naked breasts. There was nothing vulgar about it anymore. They were completely naked, the rough skin of his cheek rubbing against the softness of her chest as he calmed his shaky breathing and listened to her accelerated heartbeat, which was his favorite lullaby.

Her heart squeezed violently at how he snuggled into her body. How his raven-black hair and warm breath tickled her exposed cleavage. At that moment, he did not resemble the man he had been just a few moments ago. Back then he always had to have everything under control, which he was obsessed with. He pounded into her with his whole body, his movements, kisses or strong grips were not sweet or gentle. They were lustful, wild and raw.

Now, however, he was none other than a lost boy who lacked another person. Her presence. Her touch. Tender whispers.

When it was usually he who kept her safe now she felt the roles were reversed. He was lying on top of her, so vulnerable after they had once again managed to escape the police and FBI. Now he wasn't the evil and dangerous hack that everyone had warned her about. He was not a person she had ever feared in any way. Yet when she chose him, everyone turned on her. But something about him made her feel a little more alive and a far less lost. Even though she only had him left.

Feeling that this time she must be the one to make him feel safe, she brushed her fingertips against his cheek and combed through his hair. Gently, as if he was the most precious treasure she just held in her hands.

He was.

When he felt her fingers, he flinched. He had not been touched with such gentleness since his childchood. He was no stranger to woman and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged some place.

Just as she had written him a few months earlier even though he didn't believe it at the time - his place was by her side. For better or for worse. The MC had seen his worst side, all the atrocities he had done to save his freedom and his life, but she was still by his side nonetheless. She did not leave him. Throughout his life, he knew well the meaning of only one word - leaving. Everyone was leaving. After a while, even he did. So why not her?

He looked at her, and she looked like an angel. An angel that God had sent to save him. He didn't deserve her. He knew it so well, but her love was addictive. She returned his gaze, and his lips quivered.

– I love you. – he whispered, searching her eyes. He looked very pale, scared and even a little hopeful.

His heart melted and a flock of butterflies appeared in his stomach as he saw her eyes light up with sparks of ordinary human happiness. He knew then that God had sent her for him, so that the light of her eyes would illuminate his darkness, which sometimes seemed to overpower him.

"Love is a curse" he heard a demonic whisper in the back of his head that belonged to his past.

And now I was drowning in it.

They looked deeply into each other's eyes, tired of people, the world and all the other things that had failed them so much. They were just two demaged people, trying to heal each other with love.

He found her in every breath of air that made life possible, while she saw his reflection in every sheet of water she came across.

For apart from each other, they had no one else.

#duskwood jake #duskwood fandom #duskwood jake x mc #jake duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood #everbyte duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood everbyte

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givesupp · 1 month

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The Ones Who Live (episode 4 spoilers)

My head feels like it's going to implode in on me and I just need to vomit my thoughts somewhere before it does. I remember hearing about the The Walking Dead (literally everyone and their mother was talking about it). I remember never wanting to watch it because it was SO popular and I've never been a huge fan of watching anything while it was still going live and everyone was into it. I'm weird IDK.

I had just finished up another TV series and was feeling empty, as one usually does and just wanted to dive into a new series. I chose The Walking Dead, finally deciding to give it a chance. I binged the first 4 seasons on Netflix and as I was doing this, it was literally becoming life saving. Only a few short years prior to starting the series I had just started dealing with severe depression. It was crippling. IYKYK. And to make a long story short, falling in love with this show, falling in love with Rick Grimes gave me something to hold on to.

'It's just a show' - this has been said to me many times. But it's not just a show to me. It's a lifeline. Its taking an inspiring moment and grabbing it with the only strength you have left and burning it into your head because if they can do it you can do it. You'll think about it the next time you feel like you can't get out of bed because there just isn't a point. It's taking a character and watching him fight for his sons life while everyone around belittles his character as a father and leader and using that the next time you feel like your chest is about to cave in from the sheer force of anxiety that just hit you like a mack truck. And you think about this character persevering while you sit in the corner of your bathroom floor with a cold rag on your face just simply trying to breathe.

So many examples, so many moments TWD has breathed life back into me when nothing else could.

And then Richonne.

RICHONNE.

Oh my god, what a fucking absolute treasure to emerge from this series. The slowburn of it, the showcasing of patience and friendship, love and trust and overcoming loss and hardships - together.

Finding your person. Camaraderie. True, real love. A soulmate. This? Despite loss, death at the hands of others, death at the hands of your own, tragedy, hopelessness, mental illness, losing your child? I can't even find words to express what Rick and Michonne mean to me separately, but as a couple? I am unable to express in words because it just would not do justice to what they actually represent to me in my own personal life.

Nearly a month ago we were given The Ones Who Live episode 1. And I remember watching that and having to physically remove myself from my home, go outside, sit down on the ground and reflect while sun soaking near a river. That's how blown away I was over the writing, the story, the emotions centered around this character that I have watched and grown to love over years.

Episode 4? EPISODE 4 is a fucking WELLSPRING of emotions, struggle with mental wellness, disagreement, unconditional love, immense hurt, understanding and patience. A relationship struggling to be what it was, if not anything at all. A broken man and a broken woman. A son, who has DIED years ago still finding a way to be the one who brings his parents back together. Who brings strength to his dad even after all this time...

Carl placed in the palm of his fathers hand as a sketch on a broken phone breathing life back into him. This, from his wife. Finding a way to save him. Giving him a sense of purpose, meaning back to him after he declared his own death not that long ago because he could not and does not ever want to live without her.

You cannot tell me that this show isn't important.

That it isn't life saving.

That it isn't at the very least forcing us to reflect and discuss and acknowledge our own lives, our own relationships, our own mental health, our own circumstances, our -

No.

This isn't just a show to me.

Thanks for reading my vomit novel.

#richonne #rick grimes #michonne grimes #towl #twd towl #the ones who live

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maccreadysbaby · 2 months

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

sorry about how short these are, I’m getting back in the groove! bentley is straight up diving back into his old life yall. he said peace out. he’ll be back once they win 😗✌️

part eighteen

❝ HAIL THE PUPPETEER ❞

SUNDAY — AUGUST 9 — 9:07AM

WHEN BENTLEY WOKE UP AT NINE, ASTEN WAS BESIDE HIM AGAIN, AND SOMEONE WAS CRYING. The sun was shining dimly through the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft light. Asten was laying in a lump next to him, his entire body covered by the gray comforter except his blue-tipped hair and one arm that was sticking out toward Bentley. Their earlier research had gone basically nowhere — the only thing the dozens of missing persons cases had provided them with was nightmare fuel. Asten had put as much information as he could on the spreadsheet and the three of them had stared at it for what felt like hours. They got nowhere.

The soft, muted crying was coming from the foot of the bed. Bentley, blinking the fatigue and weariness out of his eyes, peered down at Nico as much as he dared without alerting him. He couldn’t see much in the dim light, but Nico was still laying on his back, and it looked like he was holding a piece of paper in his hands. A ratty, old looking piece of paper.

The letter.

Bentley said nothing, his mind seemingly caving in on itself as he registered that, yes, his dream was real, yes, Nico was from a different timestream-reality-universe-dimension-world, and that, yes, there were places somewhere out there that they couldn’t see. And the thing, according to the letter, that seemed to connect these things together, that could travel from one to another, was… Barry.

Of course, Bentley had no earthly idea who — or what — Barry was. Something, someone that could move through the fabric of reality at will.

He wondered how hard this was on Nico. Probably really hard. He’d learned that his whole life — his parents, his birth — was a lie, that he wasn’t even living in the same reality that he was born in. Not to mention the Secret Keeper’s endless torment. Bentley thought he had it hard, with school, the Secret Keeper, Damian, his dad… but at least his entire identity hadn’t been turned on its head. At least he… y’know. Knew his real name.

He breathed in and out deeply. “Nico?”

He felt his friend jump, and the paper was swiftly tucked into the pocket of his hoodie with a sniff. “Hm?”

“I’m sorry,”

Very subtle, Bentley. He mentally scolded himself, shuffling around on the mattress. “That… that you’re… so scared. That she chased you. I’m… sorry for all of it.”

A good save? Maybe mediocre.

“It’s not your fault,” He replied, as though the Secret Keeper was exactly what he’d been crying about even though they both knew it wasn’t. “I just hope all of it will be over soon.”

Bentley said nothing, but took to examining the ceiling. It was only reasonable to believe that, if he was seeing their memories, they could’ve been seeing his, too. They could’ve all been learning the worst about each other's lives without anyone else knowing.

That’s one way to bond, his brain oh-so helpfully supplied.

“Me, too,” Bentley sighed, brushing a hand through his red hair.

“Me, three,”

He and Nico both glanced over at Asten, who pulled the blanket off of his head, leaving his black and blue hair in a big fuzz. His green eyes were dull and tired. “Everything pretty much sucks.”

Bentley sighed, pushing himself upright in the bed, and Nico stayed sprawled across the foot, staring upwards. They didn’t speak for a solid ten minutes. After a while, Asten reached over and grabbed the laptop, opening it up and scanning the spreadsheet over and over like the same words he’d been reading for hours would magically rearrange and give him the answer.

Bentley chose not to dwell on the universe-dimension mumbo-jumbo and decided to focus on the task at hand — finding the Secret Keeper’s boss.

But before he could do anything, there was a knock on the door.

Asten shut the computer and put it back on the nightstand, and with a quick glance between him and Nico, Bentley said: “You can come in.”

The door opened just a crack, and Bruce’s head popped through it. His gray eyes flicked between the trio of boys. Bentley caught how his irises lingered for the slightest of seconds on Nico’s tear-stained face, but he moved on, saying nothing of it. “Good morning, boys. I was just coming to let you know Jason made some breakfast casserole, if you’re feeling up to it.”

Bentley felt eyes on him. Both Nico and Asten were glancing at him, and Bruce’s eyes were on him, too, something shining in them.

“Uh, yeah, we…” He started, bringing his hand up to awkwardly scratch at the back of his neck. Why was he always the one to make decisions in front of everybody? And why was Bruce staring at him like that? “Might come down… soon…”

“Bentley? Can I talk to you for a minute?”

With a sigh of defeat, the ten-year-old pulled himself out from under the covers and carried himself across his room, lowering his head as though he were doing a walk of shame. Bruce opened the door wider when he approached, and they both stepped into the hall. The door clicked behind him.

“What’s wrong?”

Bentley huffed heavily. He hated how easily Bruce could see straight through him, how he could read him like a book. He hadn’t been able to do that before — read him like that. Bentley had fooled the whole family for months back when he was trying to do his father’s will. What had changed? Why could Bruce sense the tiniest of changes now?

Bentley exhaled. How could he be so exhausted when he’d just woken up?

“I had another dream. About Nico, this time,” He whispered.

He saw Bruce nod in his peripheral vision. “And your head?”

“Hurts,” He shrugged lightly. “Not as bad as in the car, I guess. Is this going to keep happening to me?”

Bruce sighed heavily, and before Bentley could as much as look up at him, he was tugged into a gentle embrace. “We’re all going to get through this. Your friends, too.”

Bentley said nothing, but brought his arms up and around Bruce in return, resting his forehead against his shirt. “How? She doesn’t even have to see us and she can hurt us.”

“I don’t know. But we will. I promise,” He replied.

Bentley flinched when a door closed behind them. He let go of Bruce and turned, meeting the stark greenish-blue eyes of Damian, staring at him from his own bedroom door. He must’ve come home earlier that morning from the Kent’s, for reasons Bentley didn’t know.

The young assassin’s eyes flicked between him and Bruce for a few seconds, before the faintest beginnings of a scowl darkened his features. “Hello, father.”

Then he walked straight past them, toward the stairs, without acknowledging Bentley’s existence in the slightest. He followed the assassin with his eyes, watching him disappear down the hallway until he faded from Bentley’s view.

He so very desperately wanted to prove himself to him.

“Everything okay, Bentley?”

He glanced back up at Bruce, who was staring at him expectantly.

“Yeah, just…” He started, averting his eyes and rubbing at them to make it less telling of a lie. “Just… everything kinda sucks, y’know?” He questioned, echoing Asten’s statement from earlier. “I just wish it would stop.”

Bruce sighed again, and Bentley flinched lightly when his hand came to rest on the side of his head. Then, with a look of determination Bentley could only describe as reminiscent of Batman, Bruce replied: “It will. I’ll make sure of it.”

Bentley nodded sheepishly, and Bruce ran a hand over the top of his head. “You guys can come down when you’re ready. No rush.”

He nodded, again, and then ventured back into his room without Bruce. Both Asten and Nico glanced up at him when he came in, and Asten had the most triumphant look on his face that Bentley had ever seen in his life. Nico was still at the foot of the bed, looking rather miffed. Their expressions opposed one another almost comically.

“I’m the most brilliant genius in the world,” He chimed. The computer was open in his lap again, shining white on his tan skin.

“Why?” Bentley questioned, making his way to the bed and pushing himself back onto the soft mattress. He shimmied back into his spot next to Asten.

The Brazilian typed around on the keyboard, eyes not leaving the spreadsheet. “It’s the Areopagus. It connects them all.”

Bentley peered over at the screen. Asten had, like, fifty tabs pulled up all over the screen, each about a different person, each about the Areopagus. “Every single one of these people has had something to do with it — they used to teach there, they went missing near it, they were taking classes there. When she chased me, we were on the same block as it.”

Bentley hummed in acknowledgment, dragging his dark irises across the tabs. Each one had a yellow highlighted word on it, and every single one was Areopagus. “But I haven’t been there, and she’s still messing with me.”

“Yeah, well…” Asten waved a dismissive hand toward him, an expression like defeat crossing his features before a similar determination to Bruce’s took its place. “You’re also the kid of the richest man alive, which means you’re a million dollar toy in the eye of kidnappers. They’d be dumb not to target you.”

Bentley said nothing, unsure if that was a bad thing or actually some sort of strange compliment? Not that the statement made him feel any better.

“I think we should look into it,” Asten continued, clicking around on the keyboard.

“Yeah… I’m not really interested in going to the place where everyone gets kidnapped,” Nico muttered, pulling at his hoodie strings again. He had his gray hood pulled over his fuzzy blonde hair, and Bentley couldn’t help but wonder why he’d put it on indoors.

“We aren’t going there, idiot. It’s like a hundred-fifty dollars just to walk through the door,” Asten said with a little cringe. Bentley remembered, from what he’d heard about Jason, that Crime Alley, where Asten lived, was a pretty poor part of town. Not that Bentley would want Bruce to spend that much just for him to walk into that place, either. “Just chill, I already have a plan.”

“Which is?”

Bentley watched as Asten pulled up the official Areopagus website. Nico moved to his opposite side, where he could see the screen, so his blue hair was sandwiched in the middle of them. He navigated to a little tab on the website that said: our faculty and staff.

A bunch of photographs and names popped up, but Asten scrolled immediately, like he knew what he was looking for.

“Ta-da,”

It was Dr. Keene, their homeroom teacher. His face was big and smiling at them from a photograph, and next to his name, it said: Head Astrology Professor.

“He works there. Which means I can interrogate him about the place to my heart’s content,” Asten replied, sighing lightly. “That’s about all I’ve got. Besides walking through the door.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that,” Nico said flatly, glancing between Asten and Bentley with dull blue eyes. “But, if this actually has nothing to do with the Areopagus, all you’re doing is making an enemy out of our teacher.”

“Nah,” Asten shook his head. “I could get an adult to chew their own hand off if I pulled enough stops. Perks of being a sad little foreign blue-haired orphan. He won’t suspect a thing.”

Bentley, still, stayed quiet. Asten really used the fact that his parents were dead to make people feel bad and do what he wanted? It sort of reminded him of what Damian said — that his whole existence in the Manor was founded on pity. His relationships. It had hurt really bad in the moment, when Damian said that, but now, he realized Asten was the exact same way. Because he wanted it that way. He wanted them to pity him, because he could twist it and use it to his advantage. Turning something that could hurt into something he could use — why hadn’t Bentley thought of that? He was basically born to manipulate people, wasn’t he?

Even though the thought of lying and twisting and using his own pain to control other people made his guts get all twisty, he decided that, in order to keep this secret plan a secret from all the Waynes and the whole of society, that Asten had it right; that was the best way to do it.

So Bentley breathed in and, for the first time since December, turned it all back on. He strung back up all the carefully designed webs his father had built in his mind. The webs the Waynes had ripped down, had destroyed without even knowing, the webs that dragged him out of his newfound family’s unfailing love and locked him in a dark place alone. A dark place where he separated himself from all people at all times, where he shoved his emotions down into a box and never looked at them again. A place where every conversation wasn’t just a conversation, but a mission, a transaction, an equation just for him to twist to his will and reap the benefits. A place his father had built, where there was only enough room inside for him to be one single thing.

The Puppeteer.

He closed every single door that stood open between himself and the Waynes, locked them, dead-bolted them shut. For now, his family was nothing more than a badly placed obstacle in the way of his goal. He had to beat Batman, he had to get to her first.

At least maybe his father would be proud.

—

They went downstairs about an hour later.

Damian had long since disappeared again, to a place Bentley didn’t know. Didn’t care about, he reminded himself. To be the Puppeteer, he had to not care. But pretend he did. He had to pretend he didn’t care to pretend he did care. Simple enough, right?

Dick and Jason were in the dining room when they made it down there. There was still a glass dish with some yellowy casserole in it on the center of the table, tin foil covering the top.

Asten shared a look with Jason. And Jason gave him a look back. And if Bentley was remembering correctly (which he was, because he’d been with Asten this entire time.) the two had never spoken before. But, contrary to the fact that they hardly knew each other, Asten sat next to Jason. Which starkly opposed last night, when he strictly sat himself between Bentley and Nico and no one else. Spoke to no one else. Hardly looked at anyone else.

Bentley thought it was weird.

Dick made friendly conversation while they ate, and Bentley made friendly conversation back, careful to act normal but keep himself separated from the emotion behind it. He’d failed his father because his feelings had gotten in the way, his yearning for something like love. This time, he had to be colder. More distant. He had to look at his family like pawns the way he neglected to do the first time.

He didn’t intend to fail again.

Brunch lasted a while, then they went to the den for a movie marathon. Nico left for his own house at about five in the evening. Asten stayed for a while longer, claiming his uncle would be home at seven, but declining every possible offer of a ride. He just stayed for a while and sat next to Jason on the couch — not too close, but not far enough for strangers — until he decided Bruce could drive him to a bus stop he took.

Bentley remembered, just as Asten and Bruce left the house, that Asten hadn’t been in the bed last night.

Had Asten been with Jason?

Bentley was left alone with Dick and Jason in the den. He was pressed against the former’s side, much like he had been in the hospital bed. Seeing Bentley’s memories seemed to rattle him, badly, and he still didn’t have his normal shine about him.

But Bentley didn’t care, he reminded himself. Only pretended he did. Or maybe he didn’t need to pretend since he did care? But getting his emotions mixed up in this would be messy, so yes, pretending it was.

In the middle of watching The Outsiders for at least the second time on that particular Sunday, Damian appeared in the doorway.

The same thing happened there that happened in the hallway earlier — Damian’s eyes flicked. Between Bentley and Dick, over and over until his expression (still subtle, still vague) darkened to something like murder. Bentley saw it, at least.

“Hey, little D. Coming to watch with us?” Dick extended his opposite arm in a silent invitation, one Damian usually always took, even if he grumbled about it.

This time, he walked away.

Bentley wondered. His mind wandered freely, everything coming into focus a bit clearer now that he was rid of his emotions regarding Damian. (Rid meaning currently avoiding them like the plague.) He wondered what Damian was actually struggling with. He said that he had to work to stay in the family, and Bentley didn’t. He wondered if it really did hurt to see Bentley getting all the attention and affection he didn’t get… because he wouldn’t let himself accept it. He got mad when people touched him. He spat rude words at every chance. He pretended to be so disconnected even though he wanted to be in Bentley’s place so bad, even though he was so jealous the only way he could get it out was raging on everyone like a cyclone running rampant through the house. He was so angry about being rejected even though he was the one who rejected himself. Dick wouldn’t reject him. Bruce wouldn’t reject him. None of them would, he just assumed they were because he’d done it to himself and now it hurt.

And… and…

Bentley decided… that he…

Didn’t care.

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Godly Swap AU

If I had writing abilities I'd write it but I don't so here's a rough outline.

Percy, son of Nemesis, Annabeth daughter of Aphrodite, Thalia daughter of Nike, Nico son of Hecate, Bianca(same mortal mom as Nico) daughter of Hypnos, Clarisse daughter of Apollo, Silena daughter of Poseidon, Chris son of Zeus, Ethan son Hades, Luke unclaimed but son of Oizys, Beckendorf son of Athena, Will and Lee sons of Dionysus, Micheal son of Hermes, Travis and Connor Stoll sons of Demeter, Pollux and Castor sons of Ares, Katie daughter of Hephaestus ,

The Lighting Thief

Silena had came to camp a week before Percy did. When she came she killed the minotaur. Her former PE coach, Gleeson Hedge, was her satyr. She had a strong scent however she did not resemble Poseidon outside of the black hair as she looked more like her mortal father.

Luke, being unclaimed for so many years (it was his mother protecting him as she does not exactly have the best domain) betrays camp shortly after Percy, Annabeth and Grover return from their quest. Silena, who had not yet ben claimed, witnessed the entire situation unfold goes to Chiron as well as saving Percy. She removed the poison from Percy's system and gets claimed by Poseidon.

Percy still went on this quest as Zeus believed that Nemesis told him to steal the bolt. as revenge for what happened to Thalia. Grover goes as he is still Percy's best friend. Annabeth goes because she wants to prove herself as a real hero and not weak as many people stereotype her to be.

Thalia was turned into a tree by Zeus as she was dying against Nike's wishes. Zeus did this to punish Nike by not allowing on of her few children to rest in Elysium.

Ethan was claimed well before this by Hades and many feared he would be the child of the prophecy. He ends up joining Luke as he doesn't feel welcomed at camp.

After Luke leaves Micheal takes over his place. Connor Stoll, counselor of the Demeter cabin, is very excited to have his best friend join the council.

Sea of Monsters

Luke poison's Thalia's tree however this is poison that not even Silena can remove from the tree. The regular stuff with Tantalus goes on and Clarisse is sent on the quest when many believe it should be Silena. Silena, Tyson, and Beckendorf sneak out with the help Percy and Annabeth. They help as they believe Silena should go on the quest and because Grover was kidnapped. *Insert SoM plot here with a pretty big change*

Thalia comes back to life with the fleece. However that is not the only thing different. They had found another demigod, Chris Rodriguez, on their trip. It seemed like him and Silena were constantly bickering and that they could never agree on anything. Chris gets claimed by Zeus. He gets shown around by Clarisse.

Titans Curse

Titans curse baby! Here Silena, Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Beckendorf head over to find Grover and the half-bloods he found.

They find Bianca and Nico as well as the huntresses. Thalia seems a bit hostile and even Annabeth seems on edge. However this cut short by the manticore kidnapping Annabeth. Percy gets pissed especially after Zoe insinuated that she would've put up more a fight is she wasn't a daughter of Aphrodite.

They head back to camp and Bianca becomes a huntress. Nico stays with Silena, Beckendorf, and Percy the most but he seems to gravitate to Percy more than the rest. Percy is annoyed as he has to deal with an eleven year old while trying to find out how to save Annabeth. Silena takes care of Nico and shows him around but he'd rather be with Percy.

During the capture the flag fight Silena and Chris get into a huge fight. It's the same one as cannon but Chris adds that if Silena was as great as she acts like she as Annabeth wouldn't have been kidnapped. Ultimately, the hunt wins. The oracle says her prophecy.

Counselor meeting! The only cabin 4 counselor there is Connor as Travis is off on a mission for Chiron. Zoe has a mission and she choses Bianca, Thalia, and two other huntresses to join. Silena and Percy protest saying they should join as well. Beckendorf, Chris, and Clarisse try to calm them down. Silena elbows Chris to get him off her. Percy pushed Clarisse off of her. Beckendorf is the only one who can calm them down from being aggressive, they're still pissed though. Micheal, who also finds some of the huntresses to be big headed, does what the Stolls did in cannon.

Silena and Percy sneak out but they get stopped by Beckendorf and Nico. Nico asks Percy to promise that he will protect Bianca and Percy promises that he will TRY to keep her safe. Beckendorf gives Silena a kiss on the forehead and wishes her luck. Percy teases them and they sneak off on Blackjack.

Everything is pretty much the same expect for a few details. When Percy goes to sleep he sees a vision from his godly mother, Nemesis. She asks him to join her in the fight against the gods. He refuses and tries to ignore her but it's hard when that's literally all you're dreaming about. Then he hear's Bianca's voice. Bianca is able to influence his dream by putting Annabeth and all the people he cares about in his dream. That allows him to wake up to see Bianca touching his head. She gets claimed by Hypnos there. She dies, they go the damn, Percy meets Rachel.

When they get to where Atlas is Percy takes the sky and urges everyone to keep fighting. Zoe gets killed and turned into a constellation as she does in cannon. Thalia joins the hunt because she's tired of being treated differently at camp for being a child of a minor goddess. However, she does not wish to join Luke because she doesn't want to stoop to his level. They contemplate killing Silena but decide against it as Ethan is still alive and they rather have Silena and Chris than just Chris.

Silena and Percy tell Nico what happened. Nico's hands start to glow green. Around him things start to warp and change and he disappears in a flash of green light. Annabeth, Beckendorf, and Grover run to where they were. Silena suggests telling Chiron but Percy disagrees. He says that the powers Nico demonstrated were the ones of children of Hecate. If people find out about this Hecate will try to recruit him as Nemesis did to him. It is best to keep it under wraps at camp because people will think he joined Kronos when at the moment they just don't know.

The Battle of the Labyrinth

Travis comes back from his mission with Katie who has gone insane in the labyrinth.

This time Beckendorf has the quest and he brings Silena, Clarisse, and Chris on the quest. When people ask why he brings both Silena AND Chris he just says not to worry and that he has a plan.

They go on the quest but quickly find that they can't navigate it. They IM Percy and Annabeth and Percy sighs and says he can help. Annabeth glares at him the entire time he's on call with a mortal girl, specifically Rachel.

Racehl joins the team and the regular stuff happens. Nico still has a Stygian Iron sword as Hecate is a chthonic (underworld) goddess. They find Ethan and it's tense as fuck. Silena and Chris try to convince him not to as it would bring more harm than good. When we see Luke Rachel still throws the blue hair brush at him.

Chris is the one who gets sent to Ogigia and they hold his funeral. Silena begins to accept her fate that it's going to be her. She is going to be the child of the prophecy. Yes Chris is younger than her but only by a month. It was between the two of them to stop Kronos. But now it's just her to make sure Ethan doesn't do it. Then Chris crashes the funeral.

During the battle Lee son of Dionysus dies as well as Pollux son of Ares. Nico arrives with an army of skeletons and magical items. Silena can only watch as swirls of green magic cause the monsters to snap out of existence, it was beautiful and terrifying.

Silena turns fifteen and Katie talks to her. She wishes her a happy birthday. Katie looks a lot better but she still had the look in her eyes that told Silena she wasn't all the way there. Silena compared that to how Katie looked when they first met three years ago before Katie joined Luke. Katie had on a necklace that Silena recognized to be Travis'. Katie tells her that she doesn't remember much about the Titan Army but there is one thing that she couldn't forget even if she tries. She tells Silena what is is.

The Last Olympian

Silena goes on a mission with Micheal to see the ship. Cannon does its thing and Micheal dies. Silena begs him not to and to jump off the ship but he stays and wishes her good luck. Silena comes back to camp and Connor is the first one to notice he's gone.

During the meeting Travis announces that the Demeter cabin will not be fighting in the battle as the Ares cabin will not give them the chariot. They try to convince Travis but he won't hear it. A couple members, Connor, Drew, and Lacy, sneak out anyway to help.

Silena members the conversation she had with Katie about the River Styx. After talking about it with Nico she learns that she cannot swim in the river Styx because she needs a mother's blessing and she does not have mom. Nico suggests that Chris or Percy swim in the river instead.

Hades is less than pleased to see them there. Silena decided to skip out on this to have her own adventure. She lives Beckendorf, Clarisse, and Annabeth in charge while she's gone. When Percy asks him if he joined Kronos Hades said that unlike his other chthonic gods he has not chosen a side. He will be like Iris and be neutral to the entire exchange.

Silena learns a lot about Luke's past. She thought maybe she'd learn something to help her defeat Kronos.

During the Battle Silena makes the bridge fall causing one of Will's siblings to die. She thought he was off the bridge but he went MIA.

All of the other canon stuff happens.

Connor, who pretended to be Travis to bring the rest of his cabin to the fight, fired arrows at the drackon as that is what Travis would've done. Connor instead gets fatal injured. He confesses to everyone that he was traitor. Travis, who was now crushed at the death of his younger brother, killed the drackon.

Becekndorf is a badass for the rest of the battle. He is the one leading army and shouting out commands during the majority of the battle. He's the one who kills the Clazmonian Sow in this universe saving Silena.

Ethan gets pushed out of the building and killed by Kronos as he does in cannon. However, this was much more of a difficult decision as Kronos wanted Ethan to be useful for after he kills Silena.

When Luke comes to his senses he stabs himself killing both himself and Kronos. Before he can die however Oizys arrives to look at her son. She holds him and guides him to the underworld.

. End of the battle and Silena and Beckendorf get thrown into the lake.

Ran out of momentum at the end if you couldn't tell. These were just all the ideas I had that I needed to get written down. Someone feel free to write this if they want. I also couldn't really find a replacement for Micheal as I still want Percy and Annabeth to be apart of the seven. Silena, Beckendorf, Percy, and Annabeth are all going on break. And guess what, so is Jason. Thalia, Reyna, and Nico are going on an adventure

As for the HoO characters here's the godly parents I'd put-

Piper- Pluto- camp swap- TLH

Reyna-Demeter- TLH

Frank-Hermes- TLH

Leo- Bellona- SoN

Nico- hecate- camp swap

Hazel- vulcan- SoN

Thalia Grace- Nike-plays the role of Annabeth and IS apart of the seven

Jason- Victoria- not apart of the seven.

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alltimefail-sims · 11 months

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Part 1 Ft. The (in-progress) Living Bonehilda...

Buckle up because this series will have a varying amount of long-winded explanations and timeline word-vomit... but I'm having fun, and I love lore, so I wanted to share my own. Basically, I've been working on fixing the plot holes and lore inconsistencies of some of my favorite sims in The Sims franchise, and I wanted to start with the lovely and vivacious Bonehilda. Fair disclaimer: I don't think that all the lore in the Sims is inconsistent. Some of the lore is likely ongoing or, in my opinion, intentionally vague. However, plot holes and ambiguity drive me crazy, so for my personal saves I had to eliminate speculation and create a timeline that felt clean, consistent, and interesting to me. So, with that being said... let's deep dive!

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Let's start by talking about her life and death. After initial research, it became clear to me that Bonehilda would have lived around the same time as the flirty spirit Claude René Duplantier Guidry (an implied lover/admirer) and the angry, wrathful spirit Temperance (who is highly implied to be her sister), so she most likely would have been a living young adult somewhere between 1910-1920, and died somewhere in the mid to late 1930s as an adult. Why do I believe she died in adulthood, you ask? I think she likely died in adulthood because the one consistent detail across all three iterations of the game she appears in is that she is an adult skeleton, therefore it's only logical to conclude that she died in her adulthood and unfortunately never made it to elderhood.

I've seen some people argue that she is not actually dead, that she never died and did reach elderhood but just evaded death, but I disagree with this because (1) she is not an "elder" skeleton and (2) my eschatological-philosophy-inclined brain interprets eternal-life as either a divine gift or punishment. This is backed up by the fact that, normally, sims do not come back as skeletons but as spirits and living sims who do have eternal life maintain a sim form but are either occults (vampires) or have taken some elixir of life that just maintains their youthful appearance. Ergo, Bonehilda is closer to the Grim Reaper in nature and distinctly different than a previously living sim - she's a seemingly death-defying being that can be summoned from some unknown ether. Could this be the work of a curse? A sacrifice? A ritual she was involved in...willingly or unwillingly? There's no definite answer, but I do have a personal interpretation that I'll save for another day as it involves some other sims we'll take a deep dive into.

All that being said, I wanted to keep her human form consistent with this established timeline because...well...I'm kind of nuts I guess lmao. But I do like the challenge of working with "eras" in my saves because it makes the passage of time feel more realistic and deepens the interpersonal "legacy" roots that I like to create in the game.

Now let's look at her name, which I very much doubt was literally Bonehilda. I think the sims team chose her name to be a play-on-words. For example, I see a sim like Marcus "Flex" being a good example of this. I interpret "Flex" to be more of an acquired nickname due to his fitness prowess, not his actual last name (perhaps it is even a variation of a real last name like Fleck or Fletcher). That being said, after wayyyy too much thought I came to the conclusion that her first name was likely "Brunhilda," a name referencing a Germanic heroic legend, protector, and queen consort; a name that means "armed for battle" (just like our Bonehilda who protects living sims from malicious spirits). I like to think that our Brunhilda commonly just went by Hilda for short during her lifetime. The bone part, in my lore, became a moniker she was known by because, well, she's a skeleton (duh). But more than that, the likely explanation is that stories and legends about her created an unintentional game of telephone - meaning that as time went on and people told tales about her, her name morphed from the real Brun-hilda to Bone-hilda. I mean, it actually makes sense because they're so similar! Plus, I could see her embracing the nickname for its whimsy, as it's clear she has a kind heart and a good sense of humor. For simplicity though, I will continue to refer to her as Bonehilda.

Lastly, I'm going to touch on her personal appearance. We know that when she takes a "human" form (like when she showers if you add her to your household) she has an average body type, green eyes, and red hair, so I kept all those things consistent. Now, personally, when I think of Bonehilda I think of the words "lively," "spirited," and "trendsetter," so right off the bat I chose to make her hair short. Keeping up with desire to be historically-accurate, I imagine she was very into the rising women's suffrage movement of the 1900s and wasn't scared to turn some heads. Plus, I loved how bouncy and beautiful the hair looked and thought the shorter hair fit her face shape better. (It's an added bonus that I've never seen a human makeover of Bonehilda with short hair, so I thought it was a unique choice.)

In my personal lore, the Goth family was the last family she worked for before she died, and they definitely would have paid and treated her well; I've always assumed the Goths to be exceedingly progressive and far ahead of the times. (Side tangent: the Goths are consistently compared to the Landgraabs for good reason, and I've always seen this as old money versus new money, wealthy but with humanitarianism and philanthropy at the core versus wealthy with the intention of hoarding wealth at the cost of or with little regard of others and so on.) Truthfully, I could see the Goths of the early 1900s seeing Bonehilda (and any other staff that worked for them) as more like a part of the family than "paid help." That being the case, they would be generous and ethical, and Bonehilda would therefore have more freedom and means than your typical working-class single woman of the time, so she would be able to keep up with fashion trends/buy nice clothes/keep up with unique haircuts, etc.

As for her makeup - I am actually super happy with how it looks, so that likely won't change. Her blush is intense, but that's pretty accurate for the time period she lived in. I went with a paler, more natural lip than the movie-starlet red that was coming into style because I wanted her to have a demure, youthful look. I also went with a thin brow, but I do think it could be more "filled in" to suit the dramatic eyebrow look which was rising in popularity at this time. Lastly, the beautiful dress she's currently in is not staying as it reads too 1930s to me. My goal is to find an older looking maid's outfit to put her in that suits a 1915s-1920s look better.

I know this may come off like a lot of unnecessary thought and information for a seemingly silly, throwaway sim. However, I would argue that Bonehilda has appeared in 3/4 of the sims games... so as a long-running character she deserves attention and a consistent lore. As we continue this deep-dive series, she'll be connected to more of my personal favorite sims... so I'm really excited to share more with you guys!

I hope you all enjoyed Part 1! I don't know how many more parts there will be, but if you read all of this, know that I appreciate you and I'm so glad you're here!

Until next time... happy lore exploring, curious cats!

#bonehilda #simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims lore #ts4 cas #ts4 lore #the sims lore #the sims #the goth family #ddseries #atfs #SO happy to be doing this. Lore is why I love the sims and this has been an idea of mine for so long. I hope you guys enjoyed this <3

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I have so many feelings about Gale and my bb Catheve that I literally just. Cannot keep it to myself. I LOVE the angst of act 2 with the visit from Elminster and I just needed to write a short little fic featuring the conversation after Elminster & That One romance dialog when you first enter the shadow cursed lands. act 2 spoilers and all that.

GalexF!Tav(Catheve) / SFW :)

“I had hoped to introduce you to him in less dire circumstances, but those are hard to come by these days,” Gale’s voice was it’s usual jovial, and Catheve felt her anger rising beyond her control.

“He didn’t seem much of a friend. Showing up and demanding you kill yourself.” Her anger was getting the better of her. She knew the logistics, but that didn’t cool her fire. She was moments away from cursing out Mystra directly to Gale’s face. That she managed not to do so was a miracle.

“It’s not a demand he wanted to make of me,” Gale started firmly. I know, Catheve wanted to bicker, but demanded he did. Gale continued.

“As Mystra’s chosen, he had no choice but to deliver her message, however much it pained him to do so. For Mystra to have sent him… The severity of her bidding could not be clearer. Or weigh more heavily on me.”

Cat’s eyebrows were firm on her forehead. She felt the bitter sting of anger dull into a deep, dreadful sadness. That’s where these emotions were coming from: sadness. Here in front of her stood the man she cared about most in the world. The man who may not even reciprocate her feelings. The man who time and time again had shown intelligence, kindness, and openness. The man who had seen her as she was, not as a half-blood, not as a danger to society, but as her. And he would be taken from her before she even got the chance to tell him how she felt. Because his goddess demanded it.

“Time seems so infinite when you’re young… a month is an age, a year is a lifetime… It is a strange feeling, to realize how little of it one might have left,” Gale trailed on.

“Are you seriously considering doing what Elminster said?” A twinge of bitterness returned to her voice. She blinked rapidly, desperately trying to mask the tears that threatened her.

“Of course - he offered the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes, and let go… Then the slate will be clean, wrongs will be righted, the Absolute will be gone… and I along with it.”

The flame burning inside Catheve’s chest lit anew. One life sacrificed for the greater good would normally be a viable option. But not when it was Gale.

“There is surely another way.” Cat’s voice was quieter. Her breaths were shallow with emotion. What about me? She wanted to demand.

“If there was, I’m sure the goddess of magic and the greatest wizard who ever lived would have identified it, but alas… only one solution is offered. But that remains ahead of us for now. The Heart of the Absolute must be discovered before I can stop its beating.”

You will stop the absolute’s heart from beating, and mine along with it. ...Better left unsaid.

“You’re not blowing yourself up, Gale. I won’t let you.” Her voice was stronger now.

“Let’s save such certainty for the moment such a decision is upon us. You may feel differently, once we know what we’re truly up against.”

“I won't.” Catheve said, unusually coldly. “Forgive me if I do not take for certainty the words of a goddess who has treated you so. A goddess who, all this time, has had the power to stop that orb in your chest and instead chose to do nothing. To sit and watch you, her once chosen, her most faithful, suffer. Forgive me if I do not come around to the idea of a goddess like that stealing away from me someone I hold very dear.” Gale would surely say something in return, but Catheve didn’t give him the opportunity. She turned from him and walked firmly to the other side of camp, where she tucked away into her tent and wept. She wept of sadness and guilt. Guilt, for making the situation harder for Gale, and sadness that it might be the last words she ever spoke to him.

There was palatable tension between Gale and Catheve the next morning. Catheve wanted to apologize, but whenever she looked his way she was overcome with immense sadness. Maybe it was best to distance herself. The closer she got, the more it would hurt when he inevitably made his decision.

But it already hurt. When she saw his face - his beautiful brown eyes - her mind jumped to a future where she would no longer be able to look upon it. There would be no more soiree stories around the campfire. No more mini magic lessons, where Catheve could ask any question she desired and not once be met with judgment. She would no longer be able to talk to the man who had weaseled his way into her heart and tugged at the knot of self hatred that plagued her as a wild magic sorcerer. She loved him. Most wholly. And that’s why it hurt so badly.

She felt almost foolish. Gale hadn’t dissuaded her the times she had tried to express more than friendship, but he hadn’t entirely reciprocated either. Now she had denounced his beloved goddess to his face. Any chance she might’ve had was surely lost. She would still fight for his life until the very end, though.

No more than a few words were spoken between the pair all the way into the Shadow Cursed Lands. Gale made remarks that Cat heard, but still they did not talk the way they used to. It was unbearable. He was still here. Their time was limited, and Catheve couldn’t think of a thing to say. She wanted to take advantage of the time they had left. If they survived till night, she promised herself she would speak with him in camp.

Their silence was broken at the end of their first encounter with the shadow cursed. The party panted for breath at the horrid encounter. Catheve wedged her staff into the dead earth to support herself. No one was injured, but everyone needed a moment to rest, and process what they had just seen.

Gale found Cat hunched beside the side of a cliff. Astarion was rummaging through the corpses not far off, and Shadowheart was watching him with amusement.

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.” Catheve looked up at him. Meeting his gaze caused an ice shard to pierce her heart, but she didn’t look away.

“I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desires for… other forms of stimulation.” Catheve’s brows tightened as she watched him speak. There was a little bit of… embarrassment in the way he spoke. She could hardly believe it. Was he… flirting?

“Have you ever read anything on that subject?” He asked. Catheve stood up straight and blinked at him. For their first conversation since she had scrutinized Mystra and since they entered the shadow cursed lands, Cat had not been expecting it to be of this nature.

“You’re drawn to me, even in a place like this?” Gale’s sweet eyes softened on her. There was a lot unsaid. A lot they still needed to discuss. But their situation demanded brevity, so he continued.

“I can’t imagine anywhere that could turn my heart from you, cursed or otherwise. You’d always be as beautiful, and as impressive.” The tenderness in his tone almost caused Catheve to fall over. Her first instinct was disbelief. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. But she knew Gale. He would not lie. Especially about something like this. Her mouth fell open, and she felt the blood rush to her face, but she couldn’t find anything to say.

“Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking,” he stumbled. She cursed herself. Her silence wasn’t helping. “But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.” Catheve’s breath hitched, and her heart raced. Say something, she scolded herself. Gale seemed to pick up on her silent battle, and finished his thought.

“Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

For now.

It echoed through her heart and soul like a drum. It promised a ‘later.’ A future, even just a small one. She wanted to weep again. Not from sadness, or guilt, but from happiness.

“I’ve never been very good at patience,” she admitted quietly, as Astarion and Shadowheart rejoined them. He didn’t reply, but she did catch a coy smile sweep across his face as they headed towards Last Light Inn.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #mine #baldurs gate 3 #tav #bg3 gale #gale x tav #fic #catheve

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Hello, i wanted to start off i really love yoir writing and hope to see more of it in the future <3 i also wanted to ask if the percy "one night too" fic will be continued? Much love

One Night Too Short PT 2

YEA I MEANT TO GET THIS OUT SOONER BERHKGBERH sorry about that! None the less! Here it is! Hope this is worth the wait!! Part One!

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The water bit into your skin. Sharp needle teeth that grips into fresh dragging you down the rapids. You have little time to think, having half a mind to struggle for the surface the other worrying over the lives of your companions.

Percival. His paniked eyes haunted you, burnt into you brain as a permanent mental image. No matter how hard you try to push it away it comes back. Tired, blue eyes nearly reliving a trauma you had hoped to save him from. Instead you had made him fear you would end like the family he had once held dear.

You break the surface after an uncounted amount of time, rushed tides shoving you further down the stream. Fingers feebly claw at the rocks and mud to aid in your desperate attempt to pull yourself out of the iced water. Only to be pushed further by the rapids.

"KEYLETH!"

Oh gods, let this be a nightmare. Let him have fallen asleep during watch to have him wake up in your arms. Percy could not handle if he had lost yet another in his life. Not you. Not after he just found a light to clear his dark path in you.

He was trying so desperately to fight off the rest of the Half Giants. Looking for any way to break out of the fight to rush to your aid.

"I-im working on it!" The red-headed half elf took time to bind two of the enemies together before taking off to the skys in hopes to speeden your rescue.

Praying that the durid will save you, he took his eyes off the river, with much mental effort, and focused back on the fight. He can't help you if these fiends are here.

The red bird weaved through trees by the river side, eyes straining to see a dark spot in the waters. Of course she had to pick an eagle and not an owl. At least she would have been able to SEE as an owl, but in the moment she chose speed over sight and she prayed it was the right choice.

She didn't have much time to dwell on the matter as her now golden eyes spotted a flash of silver in the dark waters. Letting out a screech the bird dove down towards the waters, talons out stretched to grab the sliver of the shimmering substance she spotted.

Dipping into the water the giant bird pulls out your water logged form. Chilled, soaked, and unmoving. The spike of worry Keyleth feels pushes her to fly faster back to the group. She just hopes she can make it in time as she closes in on the fading fight. The calm moments. Those are the ones you loved. Yearned for. And the last moment you remember were anything but that. While you don't mind the thrill of the fight. You aren't too sure how you fair with.... well the risks. The potential of failure. You had failed. Hadn't you? You feel the chill of the raven's hand pulling you away. But yet. You also feel the warmth of others. The soft touch of furs. The.... pain. Or well, an uncomfortable pressure in your lungs. It was as if something was pressed into your chest. It stung, as if someone had dropped a large rock onto it. It was a near impossible task trying to open your eyes, the lids nearly glued shut. Opening to a more than pleasant sight. Most of Vox was around the campfire, Keyleth, Grog, and Scanland fast asleep in their bed rolls from what was in your line of sight. As Vex stood watch with a steady hand on the bow in her lap. You where more than perplexed, the last you knew, you where at the Matron mercy. In the river. Was this a dream? Was the fight a Nightmare? Both feel.... felt... very real to you.

You shift to sit up a little better, some of the pressure in your chest making you sputter and choke on some water that seemed to be trapped in your throat causing Vex to look in your direction and the presence beside you to stir. "Easy, love. Take it slow." Vex's voice was calming as she comes over to help you sit up as your sputtering subsides. "You took quite the tumble. I would prefer it if you didn't stop breathing on us again." "Yes that would be preferred..." you felt the rumble of Percy's sleep slurred words as he holds onto you. Waking up a little more as his mind grasps onto what had awoken him. Making him hold onto you closer as if you would disappear if he didn't. "The world is a lot duller when you aren't here with me." "As the same when you part from me." You give his hand a light squeeze, your strength still needing time to return to you. "And I don't have any plans to allow that to happen again." The soft touches of Percy's hands on your face feel bittersweet. The feeling of his handling you like porcelain as he looks into your eyes, trying to take in every feature to commit it to memory. You lean forward t place your forehead on his, closing your eyes as you silently tell him you want to take a moment with just the two of you. These are the moments you love. Away from the chaos of what your group of sell swords are know for. Here in your Percy's arms, and here you wish to stay.

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Back when the Barbie movie came out a couple of extremely girly hot-pink cafes opened. I didn't want to go by myself (when husband was deployed) because they seemed awfully crowded during Barbie and they're downtown and I hate trying to park in downtown areas. Anyway, my husband took me to brunch at one yesterday and it was fabulous. We had actually already heard the food was pretty blah but our iced coffes were all actually very good and glittery and cute. Everything was covered in pink and glitter. I'm glad I accidentally dressed appropriately. My one complaint about this city is nobody seems to believe in french pastries. Truly I want just want a good coffee and croissant. You can find a croissant but you can't get it at a coffee shop. If you do then the coffee isn't good.

We then visited the local Comic-con. I like to look but the second hand embarrassment always kills me. Its just not really the land of my peoples. I really wanted to catch glimpses of Patrick Warburton and Zachary Levi on camera but there were so many people, I felt anxious trying to pull out my phone. I was really hoping to find some sort of sailor moon figurine. I know I can purchase them online but I kind of wanted the real life shopping experience. One of my biggest con regrets was years ago, I went to a convention and somebody had a table of unique sailor moon merch. Everything from make-up to jewelry to action figures and just small collectors items. I really wished I had purchased some of the decorative pens and compacts. I've never been to another con like it. This convention, while we are in a large city, is not the biggest convention I've been to. I think the coolest booth I found was for Teeturtle. I did find this little simba figuring which Id never seen in real life before. There was another disney 100 one but panicked at the price of both figures together and didn't buy both.

after that my husband wanted to go to a Gun show ('merica!) and I think he was a little disappointed with it. I was just kind of fascinated because it was inside a freemason hall and I'd never been in one before and it was really weird. They didn't have that many guns. They actually had a lot of scentsy and those adhd bubble fidget toy booths haha. I also saw just as many porn books there as I did at the anime convention.

but in any case the weather was actually gorgeous for once. I just enjoyed being out of the house. We also had a post wide yard sale and we drove around a bit looking at items we dont really need. We also stopped at an alterations place to get my ball gown fitted. I procrastinate too much and the dress I was eyeing was out of stock so I just chose..one of the bajillion others I saved on pinterest and it came in the mail within 24hours but alas..I have short legs and its too long.

I have poor sense of time and didn't realize our ball is in like 2 weeks..and now I have to figure out what to do about my hair. Im going to make last minute hair and pedicure appointments..or do what I did the last time and just do everything myself and wonder what I would look like if I was professionally prettied.

also, we went to a baseball game last weekend and my horrible sunburn is starting to peel off. My entire forehead and ears are flaking in small chunks going up into my scalp. Its a lot of fun.

I did film for youtube and I feel like I have enough extra stuff for a life vlog which is everything I listed here so its probably ruined.

also our facility owner apparently hates me again for something he did that I didn't do so I'm yet again counting days of which its appropriate to have a gap in my resume before we move from here.

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