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kyros-tha-soldier · 5 months

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CHAPTER 1011 spoilers

I'm back after two weeks of having stupid painful eyesore! Still not fully healed but lasik generally takes a while to heal, oh well... into the SPOILERS!

🌟The chapter's title is "Dear bonney", it's a reference to the letters Kuma has been sending to lil Bonney, but what about those letters? Are they important? Welp, let's see the rest of the spoilers and we'll understand more

🌟colorspread contains all the vegapunks!

🌟so, the chapter starts with A flashback INSIDE the flashback, with Kuma remembering how once he and Dragon were on goa and Kuma curiously asks Dragon abot why he knows a lot about Goa, and why does he always keep his eyes on one boy (the boy of course being our precious luffy)

🌟Dragon sternly answers "keep talking if you wanna die" (this might be a mistranslation since i heard somewhere else he said "if you want to kill me then keep talking" maybe as a way to show that the topic Kuma was talking about is too sensitive and dangerous Dragon) and honestly this felt so out of character for dragon to say to his comrade like...

Isn't he already on your team?

🌟Dragon drops s hot line to clear his "fraud dad" allegations and says "a child is a parent's weakness", strong enough that poor Kuma apologized and stopped talking

🌟mini flashback ends with Kuma entering mount Kolumbo and observes a 16 years old luffy practicing. He gets a call on his den den mushi and luffy ends up hearing it ring, and before he tries to check, we find that Kuma has already left. Luffy just shrugs it off as some very strong animal and continues on his shenanigans

🌟 the call was frim the world government about a merchant ship getting attacked by pirates. So basically they told him to give those pirates hell because that's basically his job as a warlord

🌟throughout the chapter kuma is writing bonney letters, he is narrating them and talks about how much he loves her, how much he cares for her and all the great and amazing things he saw while traveling and how bad he wants to travel with her.

h-he's so pure, my god he's such a gentle daddy! GOD ODA STOP GIVING YOUR TOUGHEST BATTLES TO YOUR MOST LOVING DADS/MOMS

🌟 however unfortunately for our favorite bearguy priest, his letters never reached Bonney since the nurse lady alpha, would get rid of them so Bonney won't read them because well... duh they might contain some sensitive info, and since they're trying to make this whole ordeal a secret away from bonney, she makes sure no letters arrive.

🌟Luckily, Bonney has queen connie on her side, and her being the amazing granny she is she tells bonney not to show her abilities to any of the cipher pol agents, saying that "a smart hawk must always hide it's claws!"

🌟 Kuma visits Vegapunk's lab for more pacifista stuff and meets stussy (the clone that was made three years ago) and she sarcastically tells him "i wonder who's more unfortunate, a human with no consciousness or a clone with consciousness" Vegapunk (now with the apple head) reprimands her and tells her that she's indeed a human...

But like

CUT MY MAN KUMA SOME FUCKING SLACK!!! Y'ALL BETTER START TREATING HIM RIGHT!!!!

🌟 Vegapunk explains to Kuma that his transformation will be complete soon in one year, and until then he won't have a single emotion or thought left.

🌟 we see Kuma helping the revolutionary army, however he's a lot more silent now since he has reached a point where the modifications have become a lot more radical. Dragon and the others sense that something isn't right with Kuma

🌟we go back to sorbet island where Bonney is celebrating her ninth birthday, she still didn't receive a single letter from the ones Kuma had sent her. Bonney is now 100% healed but Alpha won't let her out until she reaches her 10th birthday since that's what the deal with Kuma was about

🌟 however our precious and beautiful Qweenie, granny connie, tells Bonney that she heard from a local town bar that alpha and her "staff" aren't actually medical staff and are in fact world government agents. They realize how bad is the situation and the people of Sorbet as well as Connie prepare for Bonney's escape. They bring a pizza themed ship, Gyogyo, poteto and Totsu (the three guys we always see in Bonney's crew) embark with her to go find Kuma, and Connie switch clothes with Bonney.

🌟 however, alpha and her team find out about this and follow bonney. Alpha is using geppou and threatens bonney that if she doesn't come back she will beat her up and lock her up (way to be such a scum to beat a child)!

🌟 just then, Bonney imagines one of the instances where Kuma talks to her about Nika and she asks him what he looks like and he tells her he doesn't really know but his body is rubbery.

🌟 bonney uses her toshi toshi ability and warps herself into Nika, delivering a FAT punch right to the jaw of Alpha (that looked like a really painful punch in the panel)

AAAAAAAND that's all folks!

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marysunshine23 · 6 months

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The "Tumblr Sexyman" Formula - It's Not What You Think

I know it sounds click-baity but hear me out.

Noun Tumblr sexyman (plural Tumblr sexymen) (fandom slang) A male fictional character (often conventionally unattractive or non-human) with a particularly devoted fanbase on Tumblr.

So, what makes a Tumblr sexyman? Is it the suit? Is it the height? Is it the face?

Nope.

TL;DR - It's confidence and sass.

Some people might be confused. Think of any tumblr sexyman and why you might like him. And you don't have to think about it very hard. So I'm gonna break down the ones I know/know enough about.

The Onceler

Ah, yes, the one who started it all; The Onceler. With his boyish face, his hipster fashion, his guitar, and his thirst for fame, he was an unintentionally sexy guy. Dreamworks did not plan this. At all. So what about this gangly, clumsy, people-pleasing, one-hit-wonder of a man child is attractive? Well, first and foremost, he makes it clear that he is confident that he has a good idea and that it can be accomplished. He has a plan, he knows how to execute it, he just needs some attention. And when people give him flack for this "stupid idea", he rolls his eyes and makes a snide remark. He's not afraid to tell people where to shove it (except his family, but that's an abusive relationship for you.)

It just so happens that he's got a boyish face and a nice sense of style. But what makes him attractive is his confidence and sass. Next!

Bill Cipher

Now how can a literal animate symbol of the illuminaty be sexy? Well, he's basically a God, so of course he's confident that if the stars align in his favor, he can do whatever the fuck he wants. And when he's underestimated, he's got loads of backhanded compliments and off-handed remarks to make people feel dumb. Confidence and sass.

Sans

Now we have the man, or rather skeleton, that broke the suit rule; Sans. Talk to this guy for more than five minutes and you see he basically lives and breathes sass. And whenever you start getting violent, he makes sure you know that he is a threat. He doesn't even have to do much to show that despite only having 1 HP, you do not want to cross this little skelly-man. Between the jokes and passive-aggressive warnings to deter you from hurting Papyrus, there's no doubt that Sans is full of sass and confidence.

Komaeda Nagito

Komaeda Nagito; love him or hate him, he's almost the poster child of tumblr sexymen. His sass and confidence are so apparent that it becomes annoying despite the confidence not necessarily being within himself. His confidence in his luck and hope drive him to be the most loved, hated, and feared character in the Danganronpa series. His sass often comes in the form of backhanded comments that he "doesn't realize" aren't compliments. Not to mention the fact that despite his attitude and self-deprecating talk, everyone knows he's a threat. Sass and confidence in it's most unusual form.

Alastor

Alastor, one of the revivals of the suit and tie schtick. There's no question of his confidence; when one is an overlord, you can't help but exude it. Not to mention the fact that he doesn't even attempt to be subtle about his sass like some of the other men in this post. If he thinks something is stupid, he'll tell you in the most eloquent and flavorful way he can; all while avoiding profanities. There's no doubt that he is basically a copy-paste example of the traditional sassy and confident sexyman.

Angel Dust

I know my previous example was from Hazbin but there's a reason that Angel Dust is here. Angel is an example of a sexyman who leans into a femboy. Angel is known for wearing the stereotypical suit top in a way that makes him appear to have breasts. He forgoes the suit pants for a mini-skirt and sexyboots, and often wears drag. He's sexy and he knows it. He's the gay friend girls wish they could date, he's the gay friend that will tell that creep at the bar to fuck off and leave you alone, and he's 100% the gay friend you make out with when you're drunk. Angel Dust isn't just a tumblr sexyman, he's what women love about gay men. And that comes with a boat load of sass and confidence.

Jax

The latest entry into the tumblr sexyman gallery, Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus. Next to Nagito and Bill, Jax might be one of the meaner sexymen. He not only cares what others think, he doesn't care much about other people's emotional or physical well-being; and he's vocal about it through snide remarks and backhanded compliments. He is who he is and that isn't about to change. And he brings in that tall and skinny stereotype. Though it might become a stereotype that Michael Kovach needs to voice them as well; because like Angel Dust, Michael sells that confidence and sass.

Conclusion

Tumblr Sexymen aren't necessarily sexy for their appearance, the definition even states that very often they're not conventionally attractive. What we're attracted to is someone who is confident enough to tell people off and sassy enough to do it in a way that is funny. Humans find confidence attractive, and we often will overlook appearance if someone is funny enough. Sass is playful, and it makes us feel at ease. These sexymen are confident enough to develop power, but playful enough to not feel like an immediate threat. None of the tumblr sexymen are the type of guy you'd run into on the street; some of them are charismatic, some of them are kinda dorky, but all of them are people you'd want on your side during a fight. If they care about you, they'll stand up for you and be able to knock down the opponent a couple pegs.

#tumblr sexyman #tumblr sexymen #the onceler #bill cipher #undertale sans #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #digital circus jax #essay writing

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mrs-luigi-vargas · 7 months

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Um. Hi. So I was reading @theangelofangst's newest work and it gave me Blorbo Thoughts. Unfortunately my blorbo is Kamek, so uhh…yeah.

Anyway, I wrote a thing based on it! Sorry if the lore/timeline (or the cipher) is wrong; I started writing this after Chapter 3 came out and then Chapter 4 came out as I entered the editing phase, lmao.

Also if you haven't read Speechless Symphony yet, you really really should! It's a delight of a story and the ending is very good :D

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Sitting in a cage in a pitiful excuse for a dungeon really gives you a lot of time to think.

A lot of time for your mind to wander, bored with staring at golden bars, white walls, the glint of metal spears meant to poke you if you’re out of line, the closed door denying you freedom. Nothing to stop thoughts and memories from surfacing, and of course those thoughts and memories can't do you the decency of being any semblance of pleasant.

No, the memories that float beneath your eyelids and repeat ad nauseam are those having to do with how you had ended up here to begin with. That plan, that infiltration, that confrontation. That oh-so-satisfying spray of blood, those delectable cries of fear. That green human’s face flipping to pure rage at a speed that could have put even King Bowser to shame.

That lucky throw.

That throw that shouldn't have been of any note, as the object flung through the air had been just a small stone. But it hadn’t been until the flames King Bowser had been gathering abruptly died out and he'd begun clawing at his own throat that you’d realized something was wrong. But you had barely been able to raise your wand to do anything about the way his face had twisted in pain before the green one struck, with a blow to the head that cast your world dark.

And then you had woken up here.

You spend the first hours after reorienting yourself fuming about the indignity of it all. Swearing vengeance for being treated like this, cursing those blasted humans who had landed you here, vowing to break out with King Bowser and —

The panic that had been blooming in your King’s eyes flashes in your mind, then. If you were an optimist, then you would next hope that whatever had been wrong with him had somehow resolved itself, and that he was waiting somewhere in the wings with a grand plan to break you, his esteemed second-in-command, out of this dreadful place. But you know exactly what had been wrong with King Bowser, and you haven't gotten this far in life with anything as worthless as optimism.

So you flick your wrist when the guards aren't looking, pulling up that monitoring charm you’d attached to your King back when he’d been a trouble-making prince, one you’d never bothered to remove as he’d aged. It stares back at you, fuzzy and buzzing with static as if it had never been anchored to him at all. You allow yourself one tremulous breath, paired with a single overlong blink. You’re behind enemy lines, after all.

...

...He’d been a great king.

For the next few days, you comfort yourself with the fact that the Mushroom Kingdom’s hero, at least, had been injured enough that he likely hadn’t survived that encounter, either. But even that solace is denied to you, as you overhear the guards standing near your cage chatter about Mario. About Mario’s recovery —

You struggle to keep your magic under control. They'd taken your wand away when they’d locked you up, in the assumption you were powerless without it; there’s no need for them to have evidence to the contrary. Still, you seethe over the meager, tasteless prison food they’d given you. You should have known the lack of funeral bells was a sign something wasn't right. Not only does that green hero get to walk away a murderer, he gets to have his brother with him, safe and sound. A duo of goody-two-shoes, prancing about as if they hadn't destabilized an entire kingdom in one fell swoop. As if they hadn't —

Again, you wrestle your magic down. It still simmers beneath your skin, eager for an outlet. And you're eager to give it one, one that ended in those brothers suffering a thousand times the amount King Bowser had, as he’d burned from the inside out. Yes, they would rue the day they crawled out of whatever wretched hole they’d surfaced from, so long as you still lived.

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For a while, you entertain more...outlandish forms of revenge. A curse to cause unending nightmares as it puts them to sleep for good; an “accident” that leaves them both blind and deaf and crippled for life; the red hero held down, helpless to watch as you break every one of his brother’s bones one by one by one.

But those ideas, while satisfying, still aren't enough. You haven’t gotten this far in life without a reliable and fine-tuned cruel streak, and in that fine-tuning you’ve learned cruelty is a dish best served cold. So you let those short-sighted scenarios pass you by, sorting through the chaff for the perfect one.

You also know cruelty is a dish best made to the servee’s tastes, and for that, you need intel. You haven't needed a wand to cast simple spells since you’d learned to walk, so it’s trivial to attach little eavesdropping charms to the food trays and cutlery those fungal peons bring to you at mealtimes. Emphasis on little, because while you have been doing magic longer than any of these imbeciles had been alive, you know the Princess, at least, isn't as much of an idiot as the rest of them regarding magical matters, and you haven't gotten this far in life without a healthy dose of caution.

So you do what you do best — you listen, and you learn. Those brothers visit the castle often, and thus you find the red one hadn't actually escaped King Bowser’s final attack unscathed; apparently, his voice box is forfeit. The world forever spared of that idiot’s worthless blathering...for the first time since waking up imprisoned, a ghost of a smile curls up on your face. Even in death, your King’s vicious nature still prevails. You’d taught him well.

And, in a lucky break, you manage to eavesdrop on your King’s murderer well enough to catch the guilt in his voice when talking about the state of his brother. You take a risk and upgrade the charm to give you visuals, and you see with your own eyes the self-condemnation lining his shoulders. The sight is enough for the second grin of your prison stay. But it isn’t enough to satisfy you completely; you need it to hurt more. Nonetheless, you could still use this; the only reason King Bowser’s blow had landed — besides his unrivaled combat prowess — was because his initial target had been too busy cowering in fear to see the strike coming.

Without access to your spellbooks, it takes a while for the perfect idea to manifest. But that’s fine; you haven’t gotten this far in life without a wealth of patience. You mentally flip through them, one by one, for the perfect spell to make those humans pay, as you bide your time for an opportunity to escape.

And the perfect inspiration comes months later; after months of awful prison food and taunting from the guards and absolutely no privacy, you sit next to the light of the moon, thinking about your late King. Not in a moment of weakness, as someone soft-hearted would assume, but of the power vacuum he’d left in his wake. To be filled by whatever schmuck made a big enough power play, by the circumstances. You frown imagining it, a headache half-budding in your temples. If you were a lesser man, this would be when you would wish to do anything to have King Bowser back to take his rightful place once again. But you are greater, so you merely cast that thought aside; when you return to the Darklands you’ll find some poor saps to use as fodder for whatever revival ritual you’ll perform to get King Bowser back to his glorious, living self.

But...you do know someone lesser. Many people, in fact. One person in particular, however, would be perfect to cast in a certain role. And there’s another who would be an excellent fit for the tragic hero of this upcoming tale. And you won't even have to hatch another escape plan to direct it!

Originally, the spell you’re thinking of was something to cast on oneself in a saccharine moment of self-sacrifice for a loved one, but you know better. So you spend the next week or so keeping to yourself, those pathetic excuses for guards long since bored of you, recalling the exact shape of the incantation you need, building your magic reserves as much as you can to cast the spell itself the way you want to, knowing your slight magical atrophy and the lack of magical focus would make things marginally difficult. Or rather, it would have made things marginally difficult, if you weren't the greatest wizard alive.

As such, soon enough, with the moon sitting high yet hidden in the night sky and almost a year to the day since King Bowser was killed, you deem yourself ready.

In the darkness, you kneel on the metal floor of your cage. With a deep breath, you close your eyes and focus your attention inward. You think of your King, that look on his face, the last look you had seen on him while he was still alive. The look he probably died wearing. Surprised. Agonized. Frightened.

The vowels and consonants of your native language fall from your lips easily; low, whispered, with the barest of shaking as you concentrate. You feel the spell reach out to you, wanting you to pay your price. You feel it reach out beyond you, toward the Darklands, wanting to restore what was lost in exchange.

But you aren't a lesser man, so you don't give it the chance. You gather your magic and push it away, away out of the room, towards the magical signature you want it to latch on to instead. While the act of doing so is simple, it still costs a fair bit of energy, and without your wand you’re left panting from the effort of avoiding becoming ensnared by the spell yourself. You’d chosen it for a reason, a reason that was rather deadly. It wouldn't do to fail now.

The moon sits high in the sky and the rest of the world is asleep, so you shift to a better sitting position and lean back against the bars of your cage. You feel the traces of magic stretch out toward where you sent the spell, winding down pathways and weaving between buildings, to a little house in a town, to a certain murderer’s sleeping form. They’ll figure out what you’ve done sooner rather than later, you know. And with the spell you’ve cast banned in every country and scrubbed from every text published in the last century, they will have to come to you to learn how to break it. Not that you’ll tell them, of course.

So now, all there’s left to do is wait. Wait for them to come with their distress and their anger and their paltry threats. Wait for their tears, their denial, their attempts to bargain with you. And as the only one with answers, you’ll be free to give the ones that would only send them further into despair.

As your magical exhaustion ushers you to sleep, a cold smile dances on your face. You haven't gotten this far in life without patience and cruelty, after all. And it looks like both are about to pay off.

You can hardly wait for it.

#again sorry not sorry i have the wrong blorbo lmao #y'all keep giving kamek the most awesome plans only to have them fail at the last second #it's very sad :(#(i jest)#(keep being awesome y'all <3)#mlv.fic #smb #kamek

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sacredwarrior88 · 7 months

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I Don't Wanna Fight (Spencer Reid x OC)

Summary: Zafina and Spencer have been married for a few years now and even have twin boys together. But their marriage is put to the ultimate test when Spencer is sent to prison and when he is released. Eventually the tension and fighting becomes too much to handle and they separate for some time. But they eventually find their way back to each other and decide to work on their marriage. This is Part 3 in a trilogy and here is Part 1 and Part 2!

Warnings: Mention of sex (18+ only), arguing, sexting (one-sided), harassment, cheating accusations

Tagging: @reidsbtch @reiderwriter @uchihasanctuary @bleach-your-panties @dabis-azure-songbird @erikandersonsspouse

There’s a pale moon in the sky The kind you make your wishes on Oh, like the light in your eyes The one I built my dreams upon

It had been many years since Zafina married Spencer. 6 years to be exact. The wedding was a Halloween wedding with an open bar and buffet and although Spencer wanted something small, he had to compromise due to Zafina having a large family. A lot of the more distant relatives weren’t able to attend the wedding for various reasons but they did send lots of gifts. The relatives that were able to attend were pretty surprised when they met Spencer during the wedding planning because they didn’t think he was the kind of guy Zafina would go for. Her parents and siblings had already welcomed Spencer with open arms which made him pretty happy. Although Spencer was pretty awkward and nervous around Zafina’s family, his anxiety and fears were eased thanks to her and he slowly started to open up to them. Zafina wanted Spencer’s mom Diana to attend the wedding as well and met her in person for the first time when he brought her to their home the week before.

Diana and Zafina hit it off much better than Spencer expected and her children also loved being around Diana which was a major bonus. The team also attended the wedding as expected and of course they had a huge blast too! The wedding was amazing with many hilarious moments as well as romantic ones! But the true romance and surprise came during Zafina and Spencer’s honeymoon to Bora Bora. During a romantic dinner, Zafina had given Spencer a cipher to crack that she had created herself. He cracked it instantly and he was completely gobsmacked by the meaning. Zafina was 3 months pregnant! With twin boys at that! Spencer was overjoyed and very excited throughout the entire pregnancy, treating Zafina like a queen and watching her like a hawk to make sure everything was alright.

On February 25th, Zafina delivered Dante and Dalton Reid via C-section and it was the happiest day of her life. Spencer was in tears as he held his sons, vowing to protect them and always be there for them. Their lives changed forever from that point on but there was a storm coming that would put their marriage to the ultimate test!

It’s not there any longer Something happened somewhere and we both know why But me, I’m getting stronger We must stop pretending I can’t live this life

6 years later, Zafina didn’t even know who Spencer was at this point. Being framed and going to prison was extremely hard on him and although he tried to push Zafina away, she wouldn’t allow it and was by his side the entire time. She wrote him letters, called him, and even visited him whenever she could! Zafina was gonna stand by her man no matter what and she didn’t care how long it took for Spencer to see that!

Zafina obviously expected Spencer to change and he definitely did. He was more aggressive and outspoken for starters. She was worried that he might be suffering from PTSD which she instantly recognized the signs of thanks to her military experience. In the bedroom, Spencer was rougher, more dominant, and seemed to be insatiable even!

Zafina tried to get Spencer to open up about his time in prison but it would always result in an argument or him distracting her with rough sex. Sometimes he would even lash out at her which led to even bigger arguments because Zafina didn’t play that shit at all! She was starting to get tired of all this fighting and although she definitely enjoyed the sex with Spencer, it wasn’t enough for her to want to keep this marriage going! Zafina knew that the breaking point was coming and she was starting to brace herself for impact.

It came when Zafina was in the shower one day and her phone was buzzing. She was in a group chat with fellow professors at her college and there was one professor in particular who always had the hots for her but she kept rejecting him and turning him down. Professor George Love. He was a black man who was a bit older than Zafina and he didn’t like the fact that she was married to a white man 10 years her junior. While Spencer was locked up, George kept putting the moves on Zafina and trying to get with her which she ignored. Eventually she got tired of it all and told George off before blocking him.

Zafina and Spencer had an open phone policy and although they never went through each other’s phones because they trusted each other, they still had each other’s passwords and such. Apparently George must’ve gotten a new number because he was texting Zafina various sexual messages and even sent her a dick pic or two. To make matters worse, George was talking shit about Spencer and dared to say that his dick was bigger when that couldn’t be further from the truth!

Spencer noticed that Zafina’s phone kept buzzing with text notifications and his curiosity got the better of him. As he read the text messages George was sending Zafina, his anger started to rise and rise. Although logically he knew that Zafina would never cheat on him, he still felt insecure and isolated about his time in prison and he didn’t think he was good enough for Zafina or their sons.

When Zafina came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her body and hair, she noticed Spencer staring at her phone and raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong Spence?”

“Who the fuck is this guy sending you text messages and nudes? And why is he talking about me?” Spencer snarled while throwing Zafina’s phone at her which she caught with ease. Her eyes widened as she read George’s messages and she made a disgusted noise when she saw the dick pics. Zafina immediately blocked the number and sighed.

“It’s not what you think Spencer. That guy’s name is George Love and he’s a professor at the college I work at. He’s been trying to get with me ever since before you went to prison. He’s one of those black people who hates interracial relationships and the fact that you’re 10 years my junior doesn’t help either. I’ve never given him the time of day nor does he know a single detail about our relationship. I blocked his number years ago and told him off but apparently he doesn’t know when to quit. I’m gonna deal with this in the morning.”

Spencer gave Zafina a blank stare as she explained herself. Was she really telling the truth? Normally he would be able to tell but for some reason, he couldn’t and that scared him to death. Spencer didn’t respond to fear very well and Zafina could tell that he was about to break down.

“Spencer? I’m telling the truth, I swear. I would never cheat on you ever. I love you too much to hurt you that way. Please just talk to me. I’m tired of you shutting me out like this. We used to talk about anything and everything but now it’s like you only notice me when you’re fucking me.”

“Zafina, I keep telling you over and over again that I don’t want to talk about this. Why do you keep bringing this up? I’m not shutting you out! But it definitely seems like you are! You actually expect me to believe that you were faithful to me while I was in prison? You’re not one to go without sex Zafina. You’re far more insatiable than I am!”

It was at this point that Zafina had enough. She wasn’t putting up with this anymore. Fuck this! How dare Spencer talk to her that way?! Was he implying that she was some kind of sex-crazed whore with no self-control? Little did Spencer know, his comments reminded him of how Zafina had been berated and slandered when she reported her gang rape decades ago and it pissed her off!

“I’m done, Spencer. I’m tired of this shit. We’re separating. Get the fuck out! You fucking cruel bastard!” Zafina took the towel off her head and threw it at Spencer, hitting him in the face. It was taking every ounce of her self-control to not punch him or do something even worse to him. Spencer was no stranger to Zafina’s temper but despite this, he refused to budge. Not without a fight.

“What about the boys?”

“What about them? You haven’t exactly been yourself around them either. Dante asked me the other day if you still loved him. No child should ever have to ask that about their parents. We need time apart Spencer and you need to get some fucking help or else this marriage will come to an end. I’m not going to say it again. Get the fuck out now or I’ll force you out. I don’t give a rat’s ass where you go as long as I don’t have to see your insufferable face again!”

Zafina’s words shattered Spencer’s heart but deep down, he knew she was right and their marriage was barely hanging on by a thread. There was a time to fight for their marriage but this wasn’t it. Without saying another word, Spencer packed his bags and walked downstairs towards the front door.

“Daddy? Where are you going?”

Dante and Dalton were in the living room playing video games as Spencer walked by. How was he supposed to answer them? Should he answer them?

“Daddy’s going away for a while for work.”

Zafina had come downstairs wearing sexy silk pajamas that Spencer was never able to resist. Damn her and her impeccable timing! One of the many things he loved about her!

“Yeah your mom’s right. I have to go away for a while because of my job. I love you two and I will come back. I’m not walking out on you or your mother.”

Spencer gave Zafina a look of determination before he walked out of their family home, beginning their separation. Would it become permanent or was it temporary? Only time will tell.

I don’t care who’s wrong or right I don’t really want to fight no more (Too much talking babe) Let’s sleep on it tonight I don’t really want to fight no more This is time for letting go

Five months had passed since Spencer and Zafina separated and some progress happened during those five months. Zafina had reported George to the dean for sexual harassment, using all of the text messages and photos from her phone as proof. Turns out that she wasn’t the only victim of his and Zafina’s report was the final nail in the coffin. George was swiftly fired and he even had the audacity to try and go after Zafina physically as revenge. This led to her beating his ass in the college parking lot and gaining a lot of respect and admiration from the female staff and students.

Spencer decided to use his time off to his advantage and actually get help because he was getting to the point where he was considering using dilaudid again and if that happened, he could kiss his marriage goodbye! Zafina knew about his previous drug use and how it came to be but Spencer wasn’t going to test whether or not she would stay with him if he relapsed! He was already on thin ice as it was!

Spencer called Dante and Dalton every night and this led to him talking to Zafina as well. They would have deep conversations like they used to and kept each other up to date on anything important. Spencer was pretty happy to hear that George got fired for his actions and he was ecstatic to hear that Zafina kicked his ass. He didn’t say it out loud but the thought of her beating that pompous asshole really turned him on!

It was now October 31st. Halloween and their 7th wedding anniversary. Spencer had called Zafina early that morning and told her that he was picking her up later that night to take her to a restaurant that he had made reservations for. Zafina was nervous about how this anniversary would go. She knew that they would have to talk about the future of their marriage at some point and Spencer was most likely using their anniversary to do so. It was the moment of truth for them and damn was Zafina scared!

As nightfall started to roll around, Zafina began to get ready for her date with Spencer. Dante and Dalton were at JJ and Will’s place for the night so she wasn’t worried about their wellbeing. When Spencer arrived at the house, he let himself in since he still had the key and Zafina hadn’t changed the locks. Zafina was still in their bedroom, putting the final touches on her makeup and brushing her hair all the while wearing a gorgeous red dress that showed her curves and exposed some skin even. She was going all out on this anniversary!

Spencer walked into the bedroom and smiled when he saw Zafina all dressed up. It was rare that she dressed to the nines like that and that’s what made it all the more special to him. Even though it was obvious that Zafina had aged over the years, Spencer still found her sexy and gorgeous which he wasn’t afraid to let her know.

“You’re early Spencer. Why am I not surprised?”

“Did you expect anything less? Are you ready yet?”

“You can’t rush perfection Spence!”

“You’re perfect to me no matter what Zafina.”

That flustered Zafina and she stood up, grabbing her handbag. Even after all these years, she still didn’t have a response to Spencer’s comebacks sometimes! He still knew how to fluster her and make her shut up!

The drive to the restaurant was filled with silence but it was comfortable silence and Spencer had one hand on Zafina’s thigh as he drove. It was small moments like these that Zafina always treasured during their relationship. Just being around each other in complete silence letting their actions speak for themselves.

Upon their arrival at the restaurant, Spencer and Zafina were immediately led to their reserved table which was by a large window with a gorgeous view of the city. She gasped when she saw how fancy and beautiful everything looked and her heart even skipped a few beats. How in the hell was Spencer able to pull off something like this?!

As they ordered their drinks and appetizers, Spencer decided to rip the band-aid off and get straight to the point just like Zafina preferred it.

“I want to come home. I miss being with you and the boys every night. I miss waking up next to you every morning. Zafina I want to work on this marriage and I don’t want a divorce.”

Their drinks and appetizers arrived and Zafina immediately began to dig in since she hadn’t eaten a single thing all day! She didn’t want to spoil this amazing dinner and Spencer found it pretty adorable when Zafina started stuffing her face like a competitive eater.

“I don’t want a divorce either Spencer but I’m not going to tolerate this kind of behavior from you. You can’t shut me out like this and you can’t lash out at me like you did, making snide comments. I know you’ve been through something terrible and I know a thing or two about how trauma affects people. I may not be able to understand your trauma but I do know what it’s like to be affected by it. I’ve had some very traumatic experiences myself after all.”

Zafina never told Spencer about her gang rape during her time in the military and although she didn’t really wish to, she was willing to for the sake of the conversation. After all, she knew Spencer would never judge her nor blame her! Just like she would never do the same to him!

“I know and I’m very sorry Zafina. The last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you in any kind of way. I was just scared and I don’t handle fear very well. You’re such a beautiful, amazing woman and when I went to prison, I didn’t expect you to actually be there for me and continue staying by my side. Why would someone as amazing as you be faithful to a screw-up like me? I didn’t think I was good enough for you or the boys and I guess distancing myself was my way of proving it. I’ve always been a bit insecure about our relationship and going to prison just made it worse.”

Zafina nodded as she took in Spencer’s words. It was pretty funny that he always felt insecure about their relationship because she had her own insecurities as well! But Spencer always comforted her about them and eventually the insecurities weren’t much of an issue anymore. The irony was not lost on her!

The waiter came by and took their orders for the main course. Spencer and Zafina ironically ordered the same thing which made them chuckle in unison.

“Great minds think alike huh Spence? You have nothing to be afraid of. I will never leave you for another man. There isn’t a single man on this Earth who can compare to you or do what you do for me. It’s ok to be scared, baby. I was too, especially when we started dating. Failure, fear. In the lives that we live, these things are inevitable. How we deal with them is the true test of our character.”

“Well I definitely failed that test then.”

“No you didn’t Spencer. If you did, we would be in divorce court right now instead of sitting here at a restaurant on our anniversary. You just stumbled and fell. Now you have to get back up and keep going. You won’t be going through this alone. I’ll be right by your side as long as you don’t push me away.”

Zafina always knew what to say and how to uplift people! Even though she wasn’t a profiler, she was quite good at reading people and had a lot of charm in spite of her ice queen persona that she often put on in front of others. Spencer fought back tears as he thought about what Zafina said and took it to heart. She always knew how to render him speechless.

“Beloved? Are you still with me? Don’t punk out on me now,” Zafina chuckled as she gently held Spencer’s hand and rubbed the back of it with her thumb. Her words made him smile smugly as he lifted up her hand and kissed it.

“The only one who’s gonna punk out tonight is you. I hope you don’t plan on going to work tomorrow because you won’t have the energy for it. We have to make up for lost time after all.”

The look that Spencer gave Zafina made chills run down her spine as she rubbed her thighs together. The rough sex that they had been having since he got out of prison was quite a shock to her because years ago, she would have to beg him to be rougher or more dominant. Spencer had trouble fully expressing himself in the bedroom which Zafina related to heavily. It was something they worked on together which made the sex all the more meaningful and special to her.

“Not that I’m complaining Spencer but what exactly made you get so rough all of a sudden? You would’ve been scared out of your mind to even spank me years ago but now it’s like you’re a complete beast. Is it because of you being incarcerated?”

“Yes. I was afraid that I’d never see you again and when you’re in prison, you have nothing but time. I was thinking about all of the things we never got to do in bed and the things that you wanted from me. Life is too short to take things for granted and now that I have my freedom back, I don’t want to have any regrets.”

Zafina and Spencer’s main courses came and they immediately started to dig in. The food was absolutely delicious and although Spencer preferred Zafina’s cooking any day, he had to admit that he was very impressed with how good the meal was! He made a great choice in picking this restaurant!

“This is amazing Spencer. I never thought that I would eat at a restaurant like this! How are you able to afford all of this? Did Rossi help you?”

“No but he did recommend this place to me. I have more money than you think Zafina and you deserve to be spoiled like this. A queen only deserves the best after all. Sit back, relax, and let me take care of everything. I got this darling.”

Zafina wasn’t used to a man taking care of her and spoiling her without expecting something in return and acting like an entitled brat. Even though she had been with Spencer for a long time, she still wasn’t used to how well he treated her and often had to fight feelings of guilt and uncertainty. Zafina gave Spencer a gentle smile and licked her lips seductively.

“Make me scream your name Spencer.”

“Oh I plan to. But try to take it easy on your vocal chords. You don’t want to blow out your vocal chords again do you?”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t hit my cervix Spence! It hurts like hell when a guy does that to a woman! You’re lucky I didn’t have to go to the ER!”

“That will never happen again, Zafina. I can promise you that. I’m sorry I caused you so much pain.”

“Spencer, you've apologized a thousand times since then. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. You just got carried away. It happens sometimes. Especially when the sex is as amazing as it is with you.”

Spencer choked on his drink and coughed a bit. Was he actually blushing? Zafina chuckled as he tried to gather himself. He looked so adorable when he was flustered like that out in public! The waiter came by with the bill and Spencer immediately took out his wallet, giving the waiter his card and leaving a large tip. Zafina was going to offer to pay the tip at least but the look Spencer gave her changed her mind real fast! It also nearly unleashed a waterfall in between her legs!

A waterfall that was now replaced by a hot, relaxing shower as Spencer bathed Zafina and massaged her sore muscles. She was also quite exhausted after the rough, passionate sex they just had so he picked her up bridal style and carried her back to the bedroom after drying her off, laying her down on the bed and picking out something for her to wear to bed while putting on a pair of boxers.

“Spence? Get me one of my Cowboys jerseys. It’s only fitting considering what we just did.”

The joke wasn’t lost on Spencer and he chuckled as he grabbed an oversized Dallas Cowboys jersey from their closet and threw it at Zafina along with a pair of clean panties. Spencer wasn’t one for football but Zafina’s enjoyment of it sparked his interest and he always watched the Super Bowl with her every year since they got married thanks to her family always having Super Bowl parties.

After Zafina got dressed, Spencer climbed into bed next to her and began to kiss her slowly and gently while wrapping his arms around her. It was moments like these that made Zafina realize that the nerdy, awkward, and sweet Spencer that she fell in love with still existed somewhere inside of him which made her very happy.

“I love you Spencer. Welcome home.”

“I love you too Zafina. I’m glad to be home. I’m sorry for everything and I promise to be a better man for you and the boys.”

Zafina desperately wanted to say something back but her body had other ideas and she was fast asleep within seconds, snoring softly. Spencer smiled and kissed her forehead, watching her sleep. He was far from a religious man but if there was a God out there, he was definitely thanking him for blessing him with an amazing wife like Zafina! Most women would’ve walked out on him with everything that’s happened but not her. She still stayed with him despite everything and in spite of their separation periods, she was still willing to work on their marriage.

As Spencer drifted off to sleep himself, he smiled a genuine smile for the first time since he got out of prison as he thought about his long relationship with Zafina and the many ups and downs they’ve had over the years, leading up to this blissful moment. She was his soulmate and he was hers. Always and forever. Till death separates them.

Oh, baby, don’t you know That I don’t want to hurt no more (It’s time, I’m walking babe) Don’t care now who’s to blame I don’t really want to fight no more This is time for letting go

#criminal minds #spencer reid #original character #black woman #songfic #Spotify

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thenationaltreasuregazette · 1 year

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The Declaration, Lemon Juice, and Ferrous Sulfate Inks

(or, why Ben Gates has no idea what he's talking about as far as invisible inks are concerned)

A guest post by @arsenicalbronze!

According to the Wikipedia entry for invisible ink, two of the most common ways to reveal it are a) heat and b) a reagent/developer. Historically speaking, these methods are not used in conjunction with each other.

However, during the scene where Ben, Riley, and Abigail uncover the Ottendorf cipher on the back of the Declaration of Independence, Ben jumps straight to the use of a developer rather than beginning with a less potentially destructive method. In addition, he dismisses Patrick's point that 'ferrous sulfate inks can only be revealed by heat'.

Abigail is in a precarious position. She is well aware that she is only allowed to stay with the Declaration because Ben and Riley think she isn't a threat and will let them do what they're going to do. Ben is clearly dead-set on using a developer and has already firmly dismissed his father's idea to start with heat. He's going to put lemon juice on the back whether it's the right course of action or not.

Therefore, Abigail goes with damage control. She takes the lemon from Ben so that she can paint the juice on the back in the least destructive way possible (e.g. not just squeezing lemon juice all over it and soaking it). She is well aware that ferrous sulfate inks are not revealed by lemon juice and might be hoping that if no cipher appears, they'll give up and let her and the Declaration go.

When Patrick says 'you need heat', her first instinct is to use the least destructive way: her breath. Also according to Wikipedia, a 100 watt lightbulb can be used to safely heat fragile documents, so it's plausible that warm breath would be able to reveal it.

It does beg the question of why no one ever noticed the cipher before. According to the National Archives website, the Declaration used to be hung in front of a sunny window during the 1800s. Considering the majority-male demographics of the National Archives during that period and the fact that there are Masons in the government, it could be chalked up to their desire to keep it secret, especially with the symbol of the Freemasons on it.

that also begs the question of whether or not Ben is actually an initiated Mason or if they barred him because he's intent on finding and revealing the treasure to the world but that's another rabbit hole.

When the cipher appears, Ben says "we need more juice" and Abigail corrects him by saying "we need more heat." She goes straight for the hair dryer.

Once the cipher is revealed, Ben and Riley are dead set on moving out to go to Philadelphia. Abigail has to hurry to try and dry the Declaration as thoroughly as possible. Moisture is one of the great enemies of document preservation and a greater concern than the lemon juice residue. When the whole adventure is over, her first conservation priority is going to be laying it flat, checking it over for warping and damage, and then deacidifying the back. Once the Declaration is stable she will be able to determine the safest way to heat it and reveal the Ottendorf cipher to her colleagues for documentation.

TL;DR the lemon juice was completely bogus and Ben had no idea what he was talking about when he set out to find a treasure map on the back of the Declaration of Independence.

That was awesome! Thanks so much @arsenicalbronze!

Wanna submit your own guest post? Message me!

#the national treasure gazette #national treasure #abigail chase #ben gates #patrick gates #riley poole #invisible ink #articles

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ghoostlystar · 3 months

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Billdip fic ideia

So, there's a fanfic idea that I completely forgot existed for Billdip Mermaid! AU - Dipper is a mermaid and Bill is the captain of an inter-dimensional ship. Basically in this au, Bill didn't exist on the physical planes on his own, he needed one of two things:

A host - A body he could possess, which he would obtain through agreements or continual threat.

or,

An object that could serve as a connection between the physical world and the mindscape, and only someone who was compatible with his type of magic was capable of serving in this way.

Every time he wanted to access a reality, a different universe, he would need to be using one of these two things. In this case, as they are normally organic life forms, they have a duration, so, after a few years using one of the two, he would have to exchange either for a new body or a new object.

In this case, Dipper would serve as Bill's second choice.

In the world Dipper lives in, he is half mermaid and half human like his sister. This world has humans and some magical creatures but the last beings remain somewhat of a rarity. Both siblings love the sea very much, being where their mother lives while their father lives on the land as a human.

On a day when he was at the beach, sitting on the sand and watching how the depth of the sea mixed naturally with the dark of the sky, enjoying the cold breeze of the early evening, a figure in the distance seemed to grow bigger and bigger, as if there was something approaching.

No, not like it was approaching, there really was something approaching. Dipper stood up and began to watch. A silhouette of what was probably a ship became clearer every minute. Of course, "probably" because the appearance and shape were somewhat strange.

(I didn't want to give a very detailed description as I wanted to think of something more "special" for Bill's ship, something that was more like him but I still couldn't think of anything very satisfactory. Just know that it's a ship that flies)

He found it weird, both because at that time of year and in that region it was not common for ships to pass through, and because the ship seemed to plan to dock right on dry land, instead of in some region with a port, which was just in another region of the beach. . So why would a ship be heading right towards the bathing beach?

He didn't doubt it for long, as it was soon possible to see the ship's flag. A skull? Definitely bad news.

After that, Dipper hides and watches the ship arriving, if he were to run to warn the others, it would take a long time, but maybe if he managed to catch them off guard, he could deal with the situation alone. He didn't know Bill Cipher, so to him, they were just some ordinary pirates who at most knew a few tricks. I

That's because of course, he didn't know Bill Cipher.

Well, basically the situation unfolds with Dipper entering the ship when he saw that no one had come down immediately, observing from the inside and ending up getting into a fight with the crew who he realized straight away were not human.

He had magic but didn't know how to use it properly, the confusion underneath ended up attracting the attention of Bill, who was sleeping (He was letting the body he had possessed sleep, while he was doing some things in Mindscape, I don't know, I just imagined him in a "bar" type sitting in a chair talking to an old "friend" about some things).

They end up fighting which ends in Dipper losing, being put upside down in the air by Bill's magic and just when he thinks he is about to die, he is dropped to the ground. His hands are bound together now by some magical material (perhaps it gives him a shock every time he tries to use magic). Bill realizes that he has a lot of magical energy potential and sees him as a good source for him to use.

Dipper ends up being taken to Bill's cabin and they make a first deal, Dipper realizes that Bill is definitely stronger than he had imagined (Bill makes this very clear by showing off and trying to scare him), so now, basically, Bill can't hurt anyone in that world and Dipper will have to accompany him until his magic is useless to Bill. (In Dipper's head, of course, he's already thinking of ways he might be able to turn things around later.)

Dipper had just gotten into a fight with his sister and now he was going to disappear without any apparent reason...

With the deal, Bill had to change the ship's route so he could find another place where they can have "fun" (Yes, he wants to terrorize the lives of more innocent people just because he's a little bored, anyway.)

One thing about this universe is that water is often used as magical portals, as it is something easily found anywhere in any galaxy.

Anyway, we got to the part where I had written "dialogues", because yes, I wrote all this just because I thought of an idea for dialogues, I'm that type of person.

Bill had promised to protect the seas, since Dipper revealed that he was a mermaid and that he had a very deep connection to the sea, he tried to say this in a way that made it seem like it was just an emotional concern for how much he loved the sea, when in fact, Dipper planned to try to use the water so he could one, warn his family of what had happened or two, try to runaway somehow.

At one point in the story where they are talking to each other, Bill says this:

"As long as you’re by my side, no gold can turn my eyes off the sea." (As Bill had promised to take care of the sea, he ends up saying this to reassure – provoke – Dipper.)

Bill raises his hand and slightly tilts Dipper's chin up, then he looks up and takes that same hand to remove the strands of hair that hid the birthmark Dipper had on his forehead.

Bill's eye, the one not covered by an eye patch, seems to glow mischievously and he lets a snicker escape his lips and says, "Or the sky, of course."

Yes, he basically made a "pun" and I wanted to write that just because.

That's it for now, but if I have any other ideas I'll do a second part.₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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#billdip #bill cipher #dipper pines #fanfic #my fic

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kanralovesu · 1 year

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One of the Greatest "Non Battle Battle Manga" Fights of all Time

Cipher Academy is an insane current Jump manga about a school for genius code breakers and it just had its most insane "battle" yet. Here's what went down:

Our hero is after the title of Class Leading Private, a cross between class president and the general of an army, who is stated to have the lives of the class in their hands. This is the final test and it starts with a simple vote, but of course there's a catch. The 4 candidates then take their votes as Poker chips which they will be using in a game of Blind Man's Bluff (you can only see your opponent's hands and not your own)

But even that would be too tame for this series! No, instead every single card in the deck has been encrypted so you have to decode people's hands before you can even think about betting!

Oh and that's not all, one of the 4 candidates is also "Anonymity Requested-san" who has an in-universe explained black bar obscuring their face, making them the ultimate "poker face".

Much like every code in Cipher Academy, this isn't just some made up code, it's actually solvable! Now unfortunately as an English speaker it's basically impossible to understand the tricky ways it uses the Japanese language, but I still appreciate the ingenuity of this manga to no end.

Spoiler Alert

So how does our hero decipher the code? Well in a clever thematic twist they do so by reading the expressions of their audience of classmates, not their opponent. This ties into the fact that the Class Leading Private needs to be someone who understands the needs and concerns of their classmates, but it goes even deeper than that.

Every single card in the deck was a code created by a classmate! Thus even if the onlookers didn't bother deciphering the deck's codes, each of them knew exactly 4 cards: the 4 different suits they made for their assigned number.

This is not even to mention the other 3 or so small but incredible subplots this battle ties up, including how our hero overcomes trauma he had from losing a different code battle (insane I know), and how he tackles the cheating of Anonymity Requested-san in previous duels.

Definitely give Cipher Academy a go if you haven't already! I didn't even get into the other great things about the series like how it sometimes censors things the characters say about the world because that information is "classified"

Oh, and I can't end this post without sharing this amazing use of the medium of manga to convey information. These 2 pages revealed the answers to the ciphers before each was explained. Now as I was reading this on my phone, I didn't understand why the cards were flipped horizontally, but then it hit me: with each image printed on the side of a physical page, it creates a front and a back to a decoding table! Absolute genius!

#manga #cipher academy #cipher #academy #fight #shonen #battle #non battle battle manga #battle manga #fight analysis #fight design #analysis #manga analysis #writing analysis

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goddd i just saw this reddit post where someone linked a hip-hop video they had made for their kid who was obsessed with dinosaurs and it was obviously not like. amazingly produced, but there was so much love and effort put into it and i was like. if jesse was on social media he would so be doing that. Ocean the Rap…

ohh thats so cute omg :') jesse in the studio dropping bars and accompanying himself on the drums all for the sake of ice cold ciphers like "the planet's got oceans, the planet's got fish/if nautical nonsense be something u wish", which baby of course treats like beethoven's fifth

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #jesse voice: if slim shady can do it then so can i. whales gotta eat they gotta eat krill/sharks got the strap theyre ready to kill #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk

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themeowsticvigilante · 2 years

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The Way We Are

[a short story featuring Suthen from @divine--tragedy ]

"Calm down, Cipher. It's just your boyfriend... no need to panic. It's just a normal date ..."

Who knew me sitting by the park bench would keep my heart racing yet here I am, under the bright city lights of Jubilife waiting for a certain someone to arrive. Night's still young from the looks of it but I'm just worried he might be busy or something and I picked the absolute worst time to invite him.

For this special night, I just decided to put on a black shirt underneath a Jirachi hoodie, not too casual but it's good enough for me. I just sighed to myself as browsed through my phone in the meantime just so I wouldn't get bored. Suthen doesn't have one so I can't really text him to see where he was right now.

I've noticed that the city is pretty bustling even at this time, an occasional thing so I wasn't too surprised by it. For some reason, I'd much prefer this than a quiet park as being alone with my thoughts doesn't help at all with waiting.

A moment had just passed when I suddenly felt as if I was being slightly lifted from the bench I was sitting on. That obviously startled me a bit and I almost dropped my phone as I looked as to what or who was it that lifted me up.

"Knew I'd see an angel from afar~" The all too familiar voice spoke up as he had the same charming smile that I always loved from him. "Got your invite by the way so I'm here to hang out."

"Hey Suthen, so glad you came! You're surprisingly early."

"Oh hush hush ... I just did that on purpose. It's not like I planned to be early or whatever ..." He pouted, gently putting me on his back as I hugged him from behind. "So what'cha got planned, huh? Just smooching?"

"Nope ... not yet, babe. I have other things planned first before we get to that." Of course, I wouldn't want to spoil the festivities for tonight, the night's still young so there's plenty more to be done. "Come on, I'll lead the way~"

~~~

"Nice funny glowing tree you got here, angel. This came from a different planet or something?" We both were staring over at the Lumos Tree, one of the well-known landmarks here in Jubilife. Tonight it seemed like the lights were a pure white glow and even though he was joking I can see him looking at it with awe.

"Of course not, love. It does look like it but it was grown here on the same spot that it is on. It's supposed to be a gift that our mythical Shaymin, Favonius, made for Stella."

"You mean the Jirachi you always talked about? must be a special tree then ... Never seen any glowy trees anywhere in my forest and I've lived there for a long time."

"It is special. Stella made sure to always make the tree light up for them and for all of us who are standing near it at this moment." I turned back to face him after mentioning all of that. "A special moment I wanna show to a very special someone."

Suthen blushed a bit when I said that, trying to hide it but looking away a bit with a pouty face and scoffing. "Oh hush! You can just pick any day and I'll still be there ... no need to label it as 'special' ... Come on, ya sappy angel, let's see what else you have in mind for this night ..."

My mind started to wander for a bit, thinking about what I just said. He is probably doubting what I called him after our last date. Was he really mad at me and just hiding? Maybe ... maybe he's-

"Cipher? Are you okay over there? Found a ghost or something?"

With that, I snapped back from reality, not realizing I was staring at a blank space instead of at him. "I'm okay! It's just nothing! I was just ... looking at a bush." What did I say that for!?!

"..."

We just stared at each other awkwardly before he just shrugged it off. "We probably should get going, something else you wanna show me?"

"Right, right ... I'll lead the way!" I held his hand instinctively as I pulled him towards where we should be going next.

Maybe I should tell him later what I should've said when we were at that bar ...

~~~

We were now standing in front of Stella's statue all in its silver glory looming over the port towards Canalave City. I can say this was both a landmark and a lighthouse even, as her statue while holding a beacon of light so that ships can't be lost on the way to and from Canalave.

"So you folks only ever had one Jirachi, huh? Where are they even?"

"That, I really don't know ... all of us here don't exactly where she is at any given time. Some might just say she's just a myth but very few seen have here before, even me."

"I figured you'd be a lucky one." He laughed as he had me resting on his back for, comfort as he put it. "I wouldn't mind your story though and that shiny light thing can be the campfire even. Can't believe you didn't tell me this already."

"Well, you never asked, I just thought you wouldn't like to hear a fairytale ..."

"Oh just get on with it, angel~! I wanna hear it right now."

"Fine ... if you insist, love."

I'm not the best when it comes to telling a story but I've at least made it interesting to hear. I rarely ever tell stories about myself even but he seemed to be eager to listen regardless.

The gist was that I saw Stella once while I was walking towards V.E.G.A. the day that I first sent in my application. It wasn't a vision or lucid dream like any other deity would do but I did see her back in that alleyway and she was only whispering this whole time. Part of me still wonders to this day if she was doing it so that she wouldn't be seen by someone else.

"Heh, cool. We should share stories more often, at least from there we get to know each other better." He was just listening to me this whole time and just spoke when he felt like I was done talking. "That would be cool too, you know ... campfire stories near my forest but I don't know if you'd want that ..."

I can tell he was nervous asking me this and I think I know why. He hasn't forgotten that night as I have too but, I can never decline an invitation from him to just hang out.

"Sure ... I'd love that!"

"You do? Heck, I was just joking you know ... but you did say yes so ... why not, right?"

"Hey, Suthen ... wanna see the stars with me? I have a favorite spot we can go to." I did plan to end this date with some stargazing and I'm pretty sure this was his first time doing so.

"Cipher, you silly angel ... you don't have to ask that, you know. Whatever it is that you wanna do with me I'm always up for it." He again lifted me up with his tail and gave me a smooch on the cheek before putting me down onto his back. "We better get going then~"

Off we went to the stargazing spot I was talking about which isn't far from where we were. It was a hill with a large patch of grass that overlooks the Lumos Tree and where me and a lot of other 'mons of the city go to stargaze or just to hang out. Wild Gracidea flowers were also scattered all around the grassy hill providing a bit of decoration for it.

Suthen was the first to sit down by the grass, folding up his hoofed legs looking like a loaf of bread. He's so adorable when he does that. I thought as I sat beside him, making myself comfy.

"So ... stars, huh? I've always wanted to ask why you like seeing 'em every single night. I won't judge ... just curious and all that."

"Of course, I'd be happy to share. Well, it's just ... comforting you know? Like looking at them I see imaginary shapes here and there and I would think, 'Hey! They're moving around a cosmic ocean. That's cool.' and sometimes I think that the night sky here is the same as the night sky back home. So in a sense, I feel more at home watching the night sky."

"Heh, I feel that too. I mean, my home is in the woods but at least it's comfy. But yeah ... why did you change homes?"

"It's a long story but … I was chasing my dreams and I wound up here. I didn't regret any of it though ... because I met 'mons that mean a lot to me. Elaina, you and a bunch of others too."

I can sense him looking away, flustered and not knowing what to say.

"You mean a lot to me too you know ... I never did regret sparing you over at that very forest ..." He muttered his words but I really couldn't blame him. Instead, I held his hand with mine making sure they were intertwined on the grass while not taking my eyes off of him.

"Glad you feel the same way, babe ... I just felt like saying it. These past few weeks, you've been constantly on my mind ... I just wanted to say something before I regret not saying it forever ..." We now locked eyes as he fell silent, I guess the time is now and my heart is racing still, even faster this time.

"You remember that last time we were in the forest, right? Your confession and how I said I wasn't ready for it? Well ... the reason why I answered is because ... I was scared ... I'm scared of making a decision too fast ... too quick for my own sake ... I wanted to say yes then and there but I was too caught up in the moment ... I ... I loved you then ... you might be angry at me still but you just wouldn't show it ... for your sake and for mine ... and I still love you now ..."

The words just kept on going as if I was just releasing the bottled-up thoughts in my head. "Sorry, Suthen ... I wished I've said something else instead ... I was ... I-"

A claw would then reach out to wipe a tear from my face, his claws as he then pulled me closer to him. Somehow in the middle of my confession I never even noticed I was crying. It was a bit of a blur from there but I did remember sobbing a bit into his chest and never speaking a word once he felt like I was done.

"I still forgive you, you know ... and I still love you. You're still an angel to me." He whispered, a single tear running down his face with a smile. "Even if we don't see each other that much ... I still love being with you."

"Well that's something I would wanna change ... I promise I'll spend more time with you even more and I love you too." I had this feeling that I couldn't have picked a better time for this other than tonight but I'm glad this happened. The stars were still very clear up above as if they were watching us and feeling what we feel.

I can feel him looking away again, flustered as before as I thought of something just to ease the tension. Gently pulling him close to me, I'd smile with tears now flowing through my eyes as I made sure we locked eyes. "I love you, Suthen. Always have...~"

He was also crying too but before his sobbing got the better of him, he smiled back at me. "I love you too, Cipher. You're always going to be my angel." He then pulled me even closer to him with a warm embrace with the night sky and its stars watching us from above.

And then, Suthen kissed me.

And I kissed him back.

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my other favorite swtor thought exercise is imagining every single Cipher Nine i've seen on here all gathered in a bar together, sitting in groups by who they romanced and discussing their lives over food and drink.

Of course, I imagine my Eight would be that little freak in the corner who occasionally drifts in and out of the Hunter group, but that's ok. His Nine self would be deep into the fray of the Theronmancers anyways. They all notice the trope of "happily married" and "inspired to start a family" is rather prevalent.

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Cipher Academy ch.33 thoughts

[The Anonymity Chapter]

ANONYMITY!!! COLOR PAGE!!!!!

Red hair, blue-green eyes, she looks like if I were an anime girl, like Chie from Persona 4. But whereas I came to like Chie before playing Persona because of her design, obviously I've loved Anonymity because of her charmingly offputting personality from the moment she first opened her obnoxious little mouth, so her gaining a color scheme that resonates with me is just a fun little bonus

One small consequence of everyone wearing a standardized uniform, though, is that it's a bit more difficult to convey any given character's signature color, with the hair probably being the best way to do it. As much as I'd like to declare Anonymity one of my Green Girls, can I really give her that label in all good conscience if every other person around her is wearing that color as well and none of them technically by choice?

I also have difficulty labeling her as a Red Girl either since the red of her hair is a more realistic shade more reminiscent of orange or brown, and though Personal Package is depicted here with a red X, it's usually a more standard censor bar which I presume to be black, so I can't go off of that just yet either. It's a little bit of a conundrum

Anonymity continues to prove why she's best girl by not only absolutely bodying multiple opponents simultaneously and layering multiple plans and plots in doing so, but just looking so stylish while doing it too. Her signature 👌 hand sign has very quickly become an endearing part of her character, and committing to using it while snatching all of her opponent's tails was a great way to telegraph who she was before removing her mask

I'll admit, I was really worried when Anonymity first took off Personal Package to reveal her true face. When Hagakure's face was revealed in My Hero Academia, I was a little disappointed that she looked pretty...normal. Like "of course she looks like that." She was cute, but nothing out of the ordinary for Horikoshi's art style. Face reveals are pretty much a guaranteed letdown, so there was a part of me that was hoping that Anonymity's face would never be revealed

However, there are two factors that differentiate Anonymity from a character like Hagakure. First, because her face was revealed at the end of the first arc, there wasn't nearly as much buildup or time to establish expectations, so for better or worse, there wasn't as much impact from the reveal itself, thus making it easier to accept

Secondly, gap moe. Did ANYONE expect Anonymity to be sparkling when she took off the mask? I figured she'd just look surprisingly plain or that her eyes would be sharp to match the even tone she'd had the chapters leading up to the reveal, but no, everything about her was concealed. Her eyes, her mouth, her tone, even her hair was obscured, so the person behind the mask was essentially someone entirely different than the impression we'd been given

This though led to a new worry: would I like this sparkly girl anywhere near as much as the faceless girl? I fell in love with the deadpan, aloof and snarky Anonymity, how could this magical girl-looking version of her live up?

Simply by proving that she's every bit as annoying and self-important as ever, that's how! While her mannerisms are more expressive now, the things she says and the way she antagonizes others remain the same, so at her core, it's very clear that this is the same person, just one that's unrestrained by the need to hide her appearance

The best thing about her now is the dichotomy, the ability to switch between the blank face of stone and the glittering face of crystal, all the while singing the same horrible words and dancing the same horrible dance

As for the puzzles, I sadly didn't get a chance to try to solve them because I was at work and needed to read quickly. I know I wouldn't have been able to solve the music puzzle, and I might have been able to solve the sundial puzzle, but there's absolutely no way I wouldn't have been able to solve the math puzzle if I'd had the time to tackle it. I may not be the best at math, but I know Jump and I guarantee I'd have recognized those numbers if I'd actually looked at them. I know it's petty to hem and haw about how I could have performed, but god dammit I'm mad that I missed the opportunity to apply my specialty!

To conclude, my predictions from last week were pretty immediately off-base, with Anonymity using her connections with Class F not to fight them directly, but to ambush Class B. She's clearly planning to use them to get to Class F, so I may turn out to be partially correct, but that shifts the dynamic away from my expectations. Instead of fighting Class B, Nohime is getting ganged up on by Class D, which will undoubtedly give us good insight on Nohime, but again, I thought we'd see her on the offensive, not the defensive

Of course, I did preface that statement with acknowledgment that I'd likely be wrong, so if there's one thing I can always count on myself to be right about, it's that I'm pretty much always wrong!

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Little feet tippy tappied across the grating floor, Jim leaping and bounding toward the table top, where he eventually climbed to, tail swinging behind him. HIs sister galloped behind him, only reaching the top late due to tripping on one of the bars. "That was cheating!" Jo cried, Jim scoffing in return. "Cheating is how you have fun, Jo. Figure it out already!" They caught their breath, peering around the gaunt ship. "Can't believe you were able to hold your bubble into space. You think you can do that all the way home?" "Let's hope." Jo murmurs, looking over the holopads strewn over the table's surface. "Jim, take a look at this!" She waved him over, the shorter returning to her side to view paperwork... Important paperwork... ((@theportertwins))

There was a mild amount of light in the room, the first that came only from what seemed to be a grate in the wall opposite of them, and the second. . . The holopads. They glimmered, rife with what must be hundreds of ciphers describing tantalizing information. . . except, they were a bit. . crudely written? Like someone was gripping their pencil very angrily when they'd been writing, and so the penmanship was a bit lackluster. Also kind of weirdly childish? But- surely, since cybertronians were so large, they'd understandably have a hard time holding a pen or pencil- "Ew what the hell. Fell there's flies on my homework." A voice. Angry but not particularly imposing- a child. Cybertronian, of course, so she was bloody fucking massive, standing next to the 'grate' with a glass of something in her servos. Milk, maybe? They may soon find out, considering she was staring them down like she was considering pouring the contents of her glass on them. . . "I can't tell if you're stupid or only pretending to be," Another voice, also angry and notoriously more imposing than the first. A large, dark servo, fit with sheathed claws wound its way around the twins, picking them up rather brusquely. "They're people. Human fleshy people. Do you want to see how they freeze up if they're launched into space?" The second one, the one that had grabbed them, asked the first. They had a dark visor covering their face- it was unnerving. It reflected the twins and the rest of the room around them. (( @theportertwins ))

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bandedbulbussnarfblat · 1 year

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All Go Home in the End chapter 3

here is the 3rd chapter of my tale of the body thief au. or read it below

Of course, the Talamasca wanted Raglan. He was one of the strongest psychics of the age. The body swapping ability on top of that made him fascinating to them. They had hardly cared that he stole this poor boy's body–it was in fact what made them aware of him.

They had stipulations for him working for them, naturally. He couldn’t just steal someone’s body. Not for the long term anyway; for the short term they were excited to watch and write endless notes on. The truth is, back in the 70s Raglan had felt more like an experiment than an employee. Not that employee would be the exact word, per se. But they provided for him financially, and that was close enough.

There were more rules as well that Raglan disregarded. As long as he never got caught it wouldn’t be a problem, and he had learned to shield his mind from the other psychics there readily enough.

Everything had changed the night he met Daniel. At first, he had merely meant to swap bodies and disappear for a time. The Talamasca would eventually hunt him down, and he could return to them on his own terms. His own rules. But then Daniel had spoken of a vampire.

A quick glimpse inside his thoughts showed he believed it. Then there was another option to get the Talamasca’s respect. Or something even better.

The next few weeks Raglan spent all his free time using the Talamasca’s extensive resources to research anything he could find about Louis de Pointe du Lac. Eventually, he ran out of information he had access to. His request to further investigate was denied. So he body hopped into the receptionist who had all the keys and access codes. He left his own body unconscious in a closet.

Then he stole all the relevant information, shoved into the large purse the receptionist carried. He had taken the bag back to his own body. Then he switched bodies again and left the receptionist in the closet. By the time the Talamasca found him, he had made copies of most of the notes, written in his own cipher and had hidden them.

They wouldn’t be able to keep him on, of course. But if he’d just come in with them quietly they could sort this all out. Raglan sundered their minds. They weren’t dead, but they were catatonic and beyond saving.

Raglan ran. He ran for years, swapping bodies all the way. He finally gets caught while inhabiting a skin head. It had been the only mind weak enough to overcome in his exhausted state. He’d been fighting off agents for days, barely keeping out of reach. They outmaneuvered him and brought him in. They had a prison built especially for him, enchanted by witches to keep him from being able to use his abilities.

For years he was locked away. Then he got sick, too sick to use his abilities. Cancer of the brain. They saw to his medical treatment, and slowly Raglan began to regain use of his powers.

The room where he took his treatments was warded by the same magic.

He managed to body swap with the birds he spotted outside the barred window. He didn’t stay very long–the brain was too foreign to him. But Raglan knew if he kept practicing, he’d be able to swap with a person.

He already knew exactly who he was going to take.

Gretchen. She was a nurse hired to care for him. She was also a nun, but you wouldn’t be able to tell it. Nuns these days don't wear habits. Aesthetically, she was quite pleasing. She had blonde hair cut in a bob just above her shoulders. She wore it parted on the side with gentle waves that framed her face. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue. Her mouth was a cupid’s bow and her form was slender and petite.

Raglan preferred not to be a woman. Especially if she was menstruating; cramps could be debilitating. Why use a body if it couldn’t function at full potential for a week every month?

But Gretchen was sweet and trusting. She’d already lowered her guard around him. It was foolishly naive. But that was Gretchen. He’d spent months observing her, tentatively peeking inside her mind, then growing bolder and bolder, looking longer and longer. He’d be able to overpower her, and then, live as her. He’d wait a respectable amount of time, then leave the country with Gretchen’s body. He’d find a replacement and dispose of Gretchen.

He just needed to get rid of the body he was currently using.

Raglan could feel that body dying. So he put it into a coma and forced his way into Gretchen. It wasn’t as easy as he anticipated. Her mind was surprisingly strong. Raglan attributed it to her faith. Not that there was any other power helping her–that left something of a psychic mark and there was none here. But faith gave people a sense of conviction and safety that was a powerful thing.

In the end, he was able to overcome her by delving into some long repressed memory. Gretchen as a young teenager, taking some back alley concoction supposed to cause miscarriage. The long miserable night she spent in the bathroom, bleeding and bleeding and too scared to go to her extremely strict parents.

He grasped onto part of the memory. Gretchen sitting on the toilet, hunched over and eying her own blood stained panties. Everything hurt. There was too much blood. Gretchen was sure she would die, die and go to hell where all the whores and harlots go. And she was scared, so scared. Raglan grabbed onto the feeling, forced it into her mind, and made it take over.

After that, gaining control of her body was easy. Gretchen had nowhere to go but into Raglan’s old body. She wouldn’t be able to rouse it from its coma.

He spent the next few months living as Gretchen, doing as she would. Then he made his escape. He found all his old hidden notes. He began to research again.

Eventually he went back to the one concrete place he knew that vampires once were–Rue Royale. Raglan isn’t dumb enough to enter brazenly. He scans with his mind for a psychic signature, some sign of intelligent existence. There’s one there, though it’s weaker than he imagined. A vampire, injured and sleeping.

Raglan dips inside the mind just briefly. It’s a jumbled mess. Pain, loss, agony, aching. Thoughts of a teenage girl, a dark daughter. A familiar face, one Raglan glimpsed years ago in Daniel’s mind. Louis de Pointe du Lac. This must be Lestat de Lioncourt.

For weeks, Raglan watches the house but no one ever exists or enters. Too weak to hunt for himself then. Probably living off vermin.

But why so weak? When Raglan dips inside his mind, he remembers burning and wishing for death that didn’t come. The feeling of heartbreak and betrayal. An all consuming guilt. Frequent nightmares of the girl, this Claudia. Even weakened, a vampire’s mind gift is too strong to go digging too deeply without being noticed. Raglan mainly gets surface thoughts.

So an attempt at meeting the sun. Interesting. It meant Lestat was in a vulnerable mental space. That could be useful.

Raglan begins a habit of buying blood from butcher shops by the gallon and leaving them inside the old house. The first time after he does it, he leaves a note that simply reads “From an admirer.”

After two weeks of this, Raglan leaves a note.

To the vampire Lestat,

I hope my gifts have helped aid in your recovery. Please believe that I am indeed a friend. A friend with an offering I believe you’ll find most intriguing.

I myself am one of the lucky mortals who possess some measure of psychic power. We may speak this way, when you feel you are ready.

If possible, I would like us to meet in person to discuss my proposition. I know you may decide it is easier to kill me, but that is a risk I am willing to take.

I look forward to speaking with you soon,

R.J.

Three days later, he gets a response. He’s been watching the house for days, when suddenly, just as the sky darkens, the door swings open. Then there’s a gentle beckoning in his head, easy enough to ignore.

Raglan goes inside the old, worn down house. Gretchen’s body breaks out in goosebumps. There’s a light coming from the parlor, so Raglan goes there. Inside is a vampire with blond hair and blue eyes, one who looks badly sunburnt. He’s sitting on a chair in rotting clothes, empty plastic containers and dead rats scattered throughout the room.

“You must be Lestat de Lioncourt,” Raglan says. He tramples down his fight or flight instinct telling him to run from this predator.

“My name is Raglan James, but you can call me Gretchen. I have a proposal for you.”

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