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jinkicake · 4 years

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Iwaizumi, Kita, Terushima reacting to their s/o squirting.

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Kita Shinsuke x Reader

Terushima Yuuji x Reader

Enjoy, Anon~~ I usually am really fair with my writing and make each scenario and shit relatively the same amount of words but,,,,,,, today..... I was not able to that..... I apologize. Anyway, I am never going to stop writing about getting eaten out by Terushima so take that.

SMUT // NSFW

WC- 1,645

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Iwaizumi Hajime

Truthfully, I was only going to write Kita and Terushima…. I had the entire writing done and then I went to Tiktok for a break and saw a beautiful clip of my baby boy Hajime and then decided I must write for him

So,,,, here we are. THE Iwaizumi Hajime who has everyone falling in love on spot, the original hottie, the best ace who I would destroy the entire world for, my sweet baby boy

Iwaizumi is so shy and blushy even though we know damn well his dick would change your entire life, he tries his hardest to be gentle with you but he is still oh so soft

Iwaizumi is the type to go feral if you squirt, only because the idea of it is so hot to him

Like if you squirt for him,,,, Iwaizumi is going to have your legs bent over his shoulder before you can even blink as he fucks you for hours

Have we ever discussed the stamina that Iwaizumi has? I think that out of all the haikyuu characters he has some of the best stamina like this bitch is simply not quitting after one round

I know boys suck and can only cum like once in one sitting but NOT Iwaizumi,,,, he can cum at least three times… if you can keep up then he has no problem unleashing his true potential

Iwaizumi Hajime. Quirk : Fat C0ck. Wrong anime sorry

I trailed off,,,, didn’t I?

Anyway, Iwaizumi would seriously leave you dickmatized, and whenever you want to squirt homie pulls up like dw bbyg I gotchu and scene.

“Oh, Hajime~“ You moan loudly as his hips dig up into yours. At first, Iwaizumi had you on all fours, that was until he decided he needed to feel you. Now, one of his strong arms is wrapped around your waist to hold you against his chest while his hand is holding the front of your throat. Every now and then he will cut off your flow of oxygen, just to hear that sinful whine leave your lips.

Iwaizumi Hajime does not mess around when he fucks you.

His strong body feels so hard underneath your touch that you can’t help the way you press back into him, you love feeling Iwaizumi because it seems like every single touch of his is meaningful.

“Right there, ah,” Iwaizumi tilts his hand down to rub circles into your clit. He always tries to be soft with his touches, he tries so hard but it only lasts so long before his fingers begin to move at a pace you can’t seem to understand.

“Keep squeezing around me, sweet girl, just like that.” Iwaizumi chuckles lowly, which breaks off into a moan at the way you clench around him. His hand squeezes the sides of your throat and one particular thrust inside of you makes you see stars.

Iwaizumi looks over your shoulder, watching with greedy eyes the way your hips grind against him. How you so desperately try to meet each stroke of his cock into your tight cunt. His fingers are stimulating your clit so furiously that you aren’t able to hold back.

You completely soak his hard cock, the deep sprays paint his hand in your essence and Iwaizumi pinches your throat harder.

“You like that, don’t you? My filthy girl likes to be choked?” He asks lowly, not once letting up his thrusts or the assault on your clit. “Let me see you do that again.”

Kita Shinsuke

Kita is just so…. Wow, over the last month I discovered this character I fell in love yet again,,,,

I wasn’t expecting this and I genuinely thought I was going to be a Suna bitch but I proved myself wrong…. Something about Kita’s personality gives me such a sense of security LOL

Yes, hello, I am back with the Kita Daddy™ agenda,,,,,, I won’t let it go

He’d be so shocked when you first squirt for him,,, like this mf’s jaw will drop and he will just stare at you like holy shit

I think the messiness of it all would really turn him on like it will make his dick sooooo hard

Bruh Kita would find out all the ways to make you squirt so he can see you do it again, this mf is going to put you in so many positions

It’s like a science experiment, how can Kita make his s/o squirt for him?

Please, Daddy Kita will want to fuck you so hard like he will ache for you…. He wants to cum so badly

I think you could genuinely have Kita in the palm of your hand in this instance, his overall need for you will seriously cloud his mind and you could do anything you want with him

But you know Daddy Kita will only let you get so far~ POWER BOTTOM KITA

“Ah, baby slow down.” Kita moans as his eyes flutter shut, with the way you are bouncing on his lap there is no way he is going to last long. His large hands grip your waist tightly and he tries to hold you flush against him, anything to break his focus on your tight warm walls sucking him in. “If you keep doing this, Daddy won’t be able to last.”

The warning goes straight to your clit and you giggle foolishly, a loving smile appearing on your face as you stare down at your boyfriend who is withering underneath you.

“But if feels so good, Daddy.” You tell him and moan loudly when his cock rubs against that spongy part inside of you. “Especially, right. there.” You whimper and toss your head back, rubbing your clit against his harsh pubic hairs. The sensation feels too good and you eagerly reach down to relieve that tension. Kita snaps his eyes open and pushes your wrist away.

“No.” He warns and you bounce in his lap angrily, much like a little temper tantrum. Kita growls lightly before bringing his fingers down to your clit, using four digits he rubs your little pearl back and forth as you grind into his lap.

Kita can never be soft with you, he loves to please his baby girl and will do anything he needs to do to accomplish it. He has never had such a lack of control over a situation but, he can’t find it within himself to hate it.

“Yes, y-yes,” You hiccup and arch your back, letting go all over his hard cock as you squirt in his lap. The liquid sprays all over his abdomen and hand, a sight that Kita never wants to forget. Kita purposely moves his fingers faster to get you to squirt all over him, letting you completely drench his skin.

“Keep going baby, I know you have more.”

Terushima Yuuji

You know,,,, YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO TERUSHIMA HAHHAH >:-) He is just so damn fine

Can we acknowledge the piercing for a moment like I know there is no reason to do so but,,,,, have you thought about Terushima’s TONGUE piercing today? Oh, you haven’t? Well… now you have </3

Terushima will literally rearrange your guts, destroy your insides, his dick will cause you to go through an identity crisis ….. too much?

When you squirt for Terushima he is going to become the cockiest mf ever

He will quite literally almost cum in his pants, he just seems like the type to think it is the hottest thing ever

He’d want to see you do it again and again and again, please he is going to work your body

If you squirt while he is eating you out,,,, Terushima will fall in love.

Please he is already so arrogant and this will fuel this ego to a point of no return

He will act like he solved world peace or something like he did the most amazing thing ever….

I mean giving your s/o who you love more than life itself a mind-blowing orgasm does deserve a reward

“That’s it, give into to me.” Terushima chuckles against your clit, the vibrations of his moan send your hips flying up into his face. Terushima has had you like this for hours, he has been eating you out for so long you don’t even know how he can even stay focused anymore. His chin is soaked and shines in the light with your release, the entire sight makes you feel hot inside.

When Terushima pokes his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, the silver piercing catches in the light and you can only think about how badly you want him to eat you out for another handful of hours. Terushima spoils you, he really does and it’s to the point that you sometimes wonder just how deep his feelings are for you. Not like you’ll ever speak up on it. You don’t have enough time to continue your thoughts because Terushima begins his ministrations once again.

Two slender fingers prod at your entrance and you whine in frustration, you just want him to stuff you full even if it is just with his fingers.

“Yuuji, fuck me!” You grip his dyed hair and yank it harshly causing the boy to nip at your clit, the feeling against your swollen bud sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head. At the exact moment, he thrusts two of his fingers up into you, shallowly curling along your walls and hooking on a spot he knows too well.

Much to his delight, and utter surprise, you cum again. It happens so fast this time that he barely had to touch you. However, what surprises him the most is the way you squirt on his fingers and even on his chin. Terushima doesn’t even know how to react but he continues to thrust his fingers, just to hear that squelching noise echo throughout the room.

“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is low and he speaks in amazement, even you’re too shocked to say anything, because that has never happened before. “I’m never letting you go (Y/N)."

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lilith-of-rivia · 3 years

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The Bard’s Sister Geralt XFeamle!Reader Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

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Summary: Its finally your birthday. You not only get a lovely gift from mum and dad but also from your brother and his companion who has taken a very big likening to you.

Trigger Warnings: Drinking, some cursing

Pairing: Geralt XFemale!Reader Jaskier XSister!Reader

Word Count: 8,979 (I know its a long one XD I fit a lot into one part)

If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!! So sorry this took so long. it was a lot of writing and I knew I wanted to get the party done in one part. the next part will be the beginning of the travels!! Would you guys rather have SMUT in the next part or wait till the part after that? let me know!!! All my love!! -Lilith

Sleep eluded me. After eating the meat pie from the kitchen and a nice hot bath I thought sleep would’ve come much quicker. I was tired, physically and emotionally. I could feel it in my bones but every time I closed my eyes I remembered that my brother would be leaving again in a few days. I had three more days with him but it didn’t feel like enough. Not after all the time we lost. I wanted to ask him to stay with me, but I knew it would be selfish of me.

Jaskier’s departure also meant Geralt would be leaving too. It was probably for the best… the feeling I have for the witcher shouldn’t exist. They shouldn’t exist, because I was not delusional. I knew the Witcher’s were re-programmed into believing they were not capable of love, that they were loveless monsters, not only incapable of giving love but incapable of receiving love. I didn’t believe any of those tales. I had studied the trails Witcher’s must go through to become what they are.

It is disturbing. They break young men’s wills. Make them believe the world will never offer them love, all to fuel their agenda. Witcher's never go through anything that makes them incapable of love. It’s very evident in my brother’s relationship with the witcher. Had Geralt not been capable of feeling “human” emotions, he would’ve left Jaskier to die when he was attacked by the Djinn. It was a perfect way for him to get rid of my brother, it wasn’t technically his fault or his doing. My brother could’ve died and he could’ve washed his hands clean of him.

The way he kissed my hand the first day we met, was like he was attempting to give his best first impression. He tried his best to show respect, maybe so my mother and father would like him more. He showed me kindness, tenderness. Any time he touched me was feather-soft. Maybe he was worried he’d hurt me or scare me away...

The way he kissed Hildi’s hand. The way he smiled at my brother’s stupid jokes. There was so much more to him than anyone realized.

I stood from my bed walking over to my desk. I sat down and lit the lantern with the candle from my bed. The fire in the corner of my room didn’t provide nearly enough light to reach me. I grabbed my journal and some charcoal. I moved over to the large windows and sat down. The glass was cold under my touch, the moon was nearly full. It lit up the garden below me. It was the most perfect view of the gardens my mother spent so much time tending. The light blue hue cascaded along the hedges. The flowers dimly lit. I scribbled down the date in my journal before I began sketching the view in front of me for what seemed like the 500th time. I always found something new. Tonight was a quick sketch, just of the basics. I was hoping it would make me sleep but nothing seemed to work.

My body was smothered in quilts, my arm draped lazily over my head as I tried my best to sleep. The thin nightgown I wore was perfect for warm summer nights. It kept me cool and didn't stick to my body when I sweat.

The night was still, everything in the walls of the castle was silent. I cul hear the crickets and the frogs below me, but nothing else.

Squeak squeak

My eyes snapped open, my heart beating rather quick at the sudden sound from the room behind my head. It took me a minute to remember that Geralt was sleeping next door. I had heard him go to bed hours ago and it had been completely silent since. But now I could hear him moving over and over in his bed.

“Geralt…” My voice was barely above a whisper. No one could hear me, no one but a witcher's ears. If he was awake I knew he could hear me.

“...if...if you’re awake, tap the wall twice.” I held my breath waiting for a moment. My cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

Tap Tap

I smiled at the small sound signaling to me he was awake.

“I can not sleep...care to take a walk?... Tap twice for yes.” I wondered if he could hear the smile through my voice.

Tap Tap

I smiled wider, getting up from my bed. I grabbed a candle from my nightstand after throwing on my silk robe. It wasn’t the warmest fabric in the world but the summer air wasn’t too cold.

I quietly tiptoed to the door, opening it slowly to not let it creak. There on the other side was Geralt. His hair was no longer pulled back in a tie out of his face, no it was messily about his head, some small knots in the thicker areas. Small strands stuck up everywhere. His eyes were hooded a little in sleep. He had a small smile on his lips, his hands tucked into his underarms as he waited for me. He reached out, taking the candle from me before offering me his free arm.

“Princess…” he greeted with a small cheesy bow of his head. I giggled, softly shaking my head. My hand gripped around his bicep, squeezing it softly. It was as hard as a rock, my hand barely made it halfway around it.

“Hello, Geralt,” I whispered and he smiled. We began walking down the corridor, the hall dimly lit by the moonlight and the few candles lit.

“No sleep?” He asked.

“No...my mind won't stop wondering…” we walked down the stairs, slowly as to not let the guards know anyone was awake.

“Care to tell me why, dove?” He whispered. His arm moved slightly, making me let go almost immediately. Before my hand reached my side his fingers laced in between my own, squeezing it. I could feel the warmth in my cheeks, the small act making my heart melt.

“Walk through the garden with me?” I whispered leaning in a little closer to him. He made me feel safe. Not that I didn't feel safe in my home, I knew how safe I was compared to many others but he just made me feel a type of safe I'd never felt.

“Of course, lead the way.” we continued down the hall, walking towards the gardens.

As we veered a corner Geralt's arm quickly wrapped around my waist as he silently, and quickly tucked us behind a suit of armor in the corner. His arm squeezed around my waist. I could feel his breath in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine making me twitch slightly. He chuckled lowly, his thumb stroking my stomach.

“Do I scare you?” his whisper was low, very close to my ear.

“Never,” I said with no hesitation. My head turned towards him, his eyes shining in the dark. He gently put his finger to my lips.

“Shhh.” I nodded my head, our eye contact not breaking. His fingers softly traced my jawline, moving till he was cupping my cheek. He broke eye contact for a second as his eyes flicked to the hall we just exited. Not a second after he looked me in the eyes again I could hear footsteps. They were walking down the hall towards us. Geralt took a breath in. After a minute the person was gone. Geralt’s hand was still on my cheek and the other hand wrapped around my waist.

“You are so beautiful.” My throat went dry. My hands started to get clammy.

Everything in my body urged me to just grab his face and kiss him, but that small voice kept me back. My fear overtaking the decision. I gently grabbed his hand that was on my face, leaning into him. I kissed his wrist softly. His skin was so warm, warmer than the average man for sure. I wanted to hold him. Feel his skin on mine.

“So are you,” I whispered. His eyes practically rolled out of his head as he smirked like I just made some lude joke. He grabbed my hand and led me to the hallway and out the door to the garden. The moon was bright.

Geralt started to walk in front of me, pulling me deeper into the garden. Soon we were surrounded by my mother’s Roses and lavender bushes. The smell was intoxicating. It was the center of the garden. Geralt grabbed my waist again. Pulling me closer to him. I was shivering slightly. The air was cold from the late-night rain we had. Colder than I thought it would be. My hands Gently went to his chest, softly pulling and toying with the strings on his tunic.

“You are beautiful Geralt. I wouldn't joke about that.” My voice was no longer a whisper, it was still low but he could hear me better.

“I have been called many things in my day dove, but never beautiful.” His arms were tighter around me, his shoulders were tense. He was more alert outside than he was inside, I understood. His training not wanting him to think anywhere is safe.

“If you want, I’ll make sure to call you that more often.” He chuckled softly at my words. I couldn't help but feel angry, not at him but at the world. The way they treated him, his kind for things they all don’t deserve. My hands went to each side of his face, as I gently made him look at me.

“Geralt you are so much more than this world will ever give you credit for...I can never say I understand what it feels like to live in your skin, but I can tell you that you do not deserve that cruelty that is thrown your way. I know not all witchers are like you, I know many of them live up to the expectations my kind has put on you. But you do not. You are far from a monster Geralt of Rivia. You-'' one hand rested on his chest above his slow beating heart “-you have a heart of gold. And I’m so sorry you've never been treated with the love and care you deserve and need.” his hand was now covering my own over his heart. His other arm is still tight around my waist. My face and his had drafted closer as I spoke, he leaned forward, pressing our foreheads together.

“Fuck…. (Y/N)...I’m not good with words. But - I, uh thank you…” his voice was so deep it made it hard to focus. His cheeks were light pink. His eyes flashing from my lips to my eyes. I couldn't help but giggle at how frazzled he got over words he deserved to be told. My heart yearned for his touch. Everything he touched was like a small fire deep inside me. I had courted many men in my life. Many I thought would be my endgame, but none ever made me feel the way he did. His lip inched closer to my own, slowly before they were centimeters apart. He wouldn't kiss me without permission.

“You may kiss me Ger-” his lips were on mine before I could finish my sentence.

My arms wrapped around his neck, his own wrapping tighter around me nearly lifting me off my feet.

Our lips moved together slowly, softly. I could feel every inch of his body pressed to my own. All my thoughts were him only. His intoxicating scent was filling my nose as I breathed slowly. He smelt of sandalwood, maybe a little bit of mint. Nothing I'd ever smelled before. The way his hands held my back, softly running up and down the silk of my robe. Everything he touched felt like a new fire was spreading. His lips were sweet, of honey. They were surprisingly soft. They made me feel like molten hot lava. My hand gently combed through his hair. His teeth softly nipped my bottom lip before his tongue infiltrated my mouth. Our tongues danced together, our hands wondering, touching, feeling every inch. The world around me didn't feel real. My body was in the garden but my head was in the clouds.

He pulled away from me, barely. The loss of contact made me whine softly. I felt colder without his lips on mine. His hot breath fanned my face as he breathed in and out. I opened my eyes, looking into his. His hands left my back moving to my face, his forehead back on mine.

“You are intoxicating, princess.” His words were velvet. They made my insides turn in the most delicious way. My body yearned for him. His fingers delicately traced the frame of my face.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I leaned into his hand. The warmth of his palm being a decent replacement for his lips.

“Jaskier will leave soon...Three days from now.” his hand left my cheek, wrapping around my body, gently turning me so my back was to his chest. His arms circled my waist as he held me into him. His chin rested on my shoulder as he listened.

“When Jaskier leaves, you'll leave too...and I'll be alone again.” The thought of them leaving made my stomach ache. I had been alone most of my life. Yes I had my parents and they were great, but they were not my brother.

“All of my friends I grew up with are mothers now. They have lives of their own. My mother and father cannot be my friends, they are my parents. It's nothing the same. I never realized how much I missed Jaskier till he came back.” My throat tightened as I spoke, the feeling of my tears burning my eyes becoming more overwhelming. My hands went to his around my waist as I held them closer to me if it was possible.

“I don't want to be alone again…” The tears slipped freely down my face, my head dropping.

“I sometimes wish he never left. I know that is selfish of me, but I miss him so much. Sometimes it takes months for me to get the letters he sends me. I never know if he is alive or not.” My crying became a little more intense as I spoke. My voice wavering. I Let go of his hands, covering my face with my hands as I rubbed away the tears vigorously. I hated crying in front of people, it showed weakness, made me vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to put you in this awkward situation,” I whispered. One of his arms left my waist, only to wrap around my shoulders, pulling me tighter into his chest.

“Do not apologize princess…” His lips met my temple in a soft kiss. His lips lingered there for a minute.

“Who have you been training with?” He asked. I couldn't tell if he was trying to change the subject because he wanted me to stop crying or if he didn't know how to deal with me crying.

“You may know him, I'm not sure. He never spoke of anyone from his past. He’s a retired witcher. He stumbled into our kingdom when I was 15. My mother and father were scared of a looming war between my country and Lyria. One of my uncles had knocked up the king's younger daughter. A large threat was over my head for a couple of years. So they asked him when he came into our country if he would train me. So I could take care of myself if I was to leave under a new identity. For the last ten years he came for a couple of months, we started with book training rather dull if I do say-” I chuckled at the memory of how many times I fell asleep reading the dull books he would bring with him. “We gradually moved into combat training. I know he didn't train me nearly as hard as he had trained the witchers in his court. But there were days I felt like my limbs would fall off, but last year he told my parents that he was confident that I would not only be able to live on my own in the world, but he was confident I would thrive. His name is Vesemir. He’s due to show up for our training any day now.” Geralt’s eyes were looking at me when I turned to see him. He was smirking softly.

“What?”

“Vesemir was my instructor at Kaer Morhen. I’m the witcher I am today because of his training.” My eyes must have bulged out of my head. He laughed at me making my cheeks flush red.

“You are telling me, I’ve been trained by the same man who trained you? And he never bothered to tell me? What a jerk.” I turned my body around in Geralt’s arms, my head now laying on his chest, my arms around his waist resting on his back. He was much, much, taller than me.

“Vesemir has always respected my privacy, don't harp on the old man too much.” His heartbeat was distracting me. It was much slower than mine. It was like a lullaby. My hand covered my mouth as I yawned, his head tilting down as he looked at me.

“Common, you have to sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow.” He was talking about my party. His hands gently pulled me back from him, his fingers laced with mine as he led me back through the garden into the castle and down to my room.

We stood outside the door, his hands mindlessly fidgeting with my robe.

“Stay with me tonight?” My hands pressed softly to his chest.

“I don't know princess...I don't want your parents to get the wrong idea of me.” I nodded my head, understanding and respecting his wishes.

“Will you be my date to my party tomorrow?” I asked timidly, my eyes focused on his silver pendant.

“I would be honored, Princess (Y/N).” His fingers hooked under my chin tilting my head up so my eyes met his own.

“Jaskier has your clothes, the party starts at noon.” He nodded his head.

“I'll be here waiting for you, little dove.” his lips pressed to mine. It was the softest sweetest kiss I had ever shared. It wasn't long, only a few seconds. His hand reached behind me as he opened my bedroom door for me. I leaned up, kissing his cheek softly.

“Good night Geralt.” I backed up till I was through the threshold of the door, my eyes not leaving him. My hand went to the door.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” I smiled and closed the door softly. My forehead gently leaning on it. My heart raced faster than it ever had. I wanted him back with me and he hadn't even been behind the door for a minute.

I moved to my bed, hanging my robe on the wooden bedpost before climbing under the warm comforters. They were not nearly as warm as he was but they would do.

Tap Tap

A smile stretched across my face. My knuckles softly tapping against the wall in goodnight. As I drifted into sleep finally, Geralt was only on my mind.

“Princess (Y/N)...” The sound of someone's voice broke my sleep. My eyes fluttered open, the sun burning them as it shone brightly through my window.

“Princess…” There was a small knock on the door. I couldn't tell who was at the door. I sat up in bed, the quilt bunched at my hips. I rubbed my eyes messily, moving my hair from my face.

“Yes yes, please come in,” I called my voice hoarse from the lack of water throughout the night. The door opened and Fesca and Neshe entered. They were women who worked in our court. My father and mother never believed in having unpaid servants.

No one in my family did. Before my great-great-grandfather founded and rebuilt our kingdom my family lived in incredible poverty. Many of my late family died of famines and illnesses due to not having money or food. When my father took the throne he made sure to keep the rule alive. We had many workers in the castle. But they were all paid and had housing courtesy of my father and mother.

Behind the two women, their daughters followed. They were much younger than me, barely 18.

“How did you sleep, my dear?” Neshe asked a sweet smile on her lips as she moved to the curtains, drawing them closed. My feet met the hard cold floor as I stood and stretched my muscles.

“Very well thank you,” I said with a smile. The four women walked around my room, Neshe was getting my dress ready, while Fesca and her daughter were preparing items for a bath.

“Here you go, miss.” Ari, Fesca’s daughter said with a smile as she put down a tray of food at my vanity.

“What time is it?” I asked as I moved to the vanity, examining the plate full of fruits and a muffin.

“Nearly ten, miss,” Ari said as she made my bed.

“You don't have to do that,” I said looking back at her, smiling.

“I know.” She said back with a smile.

“Your mother instructed us to tell you that you are not allowed to leave your room until the party this afternoon,” Neshe said as she started to boil water over the fire for the bath.

“Knock knock!” My head turned to the door, it was Jaskier’s voice.

“Come in,” I called and the door burst open. Jaskier was standing in the doorway with a huge grin across his face. He was carrying a large bundle of flowers. All types from roses to tulips.

He walked over to me, setting the flowers on my bed before hugging me tightly. My arms wrapped around his waist, my head resting on his lower chest.

“Happy birthday baby sister,” he whispered into my ear. I smiled and squeezed him tighter.

“Thank you, Jaskier. Thank you for being here.” He stepped back from me, looking back to the door.

“Geralt common!” He called, my cheeks heated a little as he entered. He was wearing what he was last night. Part of me felt like it was all a dream, everything from his hand on mine to his kiss. Our eyes met and he smiled at me, winking softly. He too was carrying a large bundle of flowers.

“Oh gods Jaskier you didn’t have to get so many,” I said with a laugh as Geralt placed them on my bed next to the ones from Jaskier.

“Oh but I do, little sister. There are enough flowers in each bouquet for every birthday I’ve missed.” I smiled up at him, my heart swelling.

“Thank you, Jax”

“Eat.” Neshe nudged me as she began pulling hairpins and brooches out of my vanity. I grabbed the muffin and took a bite, Jaskier pulling my desk chair over so he was sitting in front of me. Geralt sitting on my bed. Neshe started detangling my bed head, separating and pinning sections back as she started on the intricate style she had thought of for the day.

“You washed your hair recently, correct?” She asked as she handed me a glass of orange juice.

“Yes ma’am,” I said with a smile before drinking the juice and setting the empty glass down.

“You are such a compliant princess.” Jaskier snickered.

“Much more than you were as a young child Jaskier. You gave me hell every single day.” Neshe said behind me.

“I respect them, Jaskier. They look out for me.” I said with a roll of my eyes finishing the muffin and grabbing the bowl of fruit and the fork. Jaskier reached overtaking a strawberry and plopping it into his mouth.

“Rude,” I mumbled under my breath as I ate the fruit. Neshe continued working on my hair as I finished eating, the other three women walking around my room, tightening up and getting the bathroom ready, the tub is filled with boiling water. Many different oils and flowers added, the room soon smelling fresh and fragrant.

“Knock knock.” My eyes flew to the door that had opened slightly.

There stood a man, not as tall as Geralt but very close. His hair was a white silver, but much shorter, straight too. It was pinned further back. His face was much older than Geralt’s, not only with wrinkles but scars. His build was large, he was a very intimidating man. But what Witcher isn’t.

“Vesemir!” I quickly moved from Nashe’s hands, walking over to where he was standing a bright grin on his face. He quickly engulfed me in a hug.

“How are you kid?” He asked, pulling back from me, eyes searching my face.

“I’m wonderful, I’m so happy you're back,” I said smiling brightly. I looked at him but his eyes were over on the other witcher in the room, who was now standing.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” Vesemir said with a deep laugh. He gently let go of my shoulders walking over to Geralt who was smiling back.

“Could say the same for you old man.” They shook hands, before hugging each other very quickly. My brother stood up and looked from me to Vesemir.

“Jaskier! So good to see you again.” Vesemir said.

“How do you know my baby sister?” Jaskier said, looking confused.

“He’s the one I’ve been training with, Jaskier. Father and mother love him.” Jaskier let out a frustrated breath pacing slightly.

“So you mean to tell me you've been seeing my baby sister for years and never once thought it was important information to share with me??” Jaskier’s voice was getting louder and shrill.

I walked over to him gently putting my hand on his arm.

“Jaskier he was doing it to protect me and you. He wasn't allowed to tell anyone outside of these walls what we did when he came here. Father and mother made those rules. Don’t be mad at him for following the rules. Just as he did with you and Geralt. I had no idea-” Nashe’s hands were on my shoulders leading me back over so I was seated, her fingers working gracefully in my hair. “I had no idea he had trained Geralt until last night. He never told me because he respected Geralt and his privacy.” Jaskier sighed, nodding his head. His calm demeanor only lasted a minute before he looked at me and his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Wait, last night? When last night? When were you alone with him??” Jaskier turned his attention to Geralt, his hands on his hips like a tutting mother. I bit my lip gently looking away from him. Fesca came over clapping her hands together with a smile on her face.

“Okay gentleman, I'm going to ask you all to leave. We need to get her ready for the party. You can continue this reunion later.” Jaskier huffed frustrated before walking out of the room, leaving Geralt and Vesemir. They both looked at each other then at me, Vesemir smirking at me.

“Here you go, the first part of ya gift.” He handed me a book.

‘A Mage’s Guide to Healing’

“What is this? I'm no mage.” Vesemir smirked.

“You do not know everything Miss (Y/N). You may find it useful. ” With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

Geralt turned to me and smiled. He knelt in front of me so his eyes were level with mine, his hands grabbing mine. He gently kissed my knuckles. My stomach erupted in butterflies.

“You might need to talk to Jaskier before I do,” I said. He chuckled softly, our eyes meeting.

“What shall I tell him?” His thumbs stroked the back of my hands.

I shook my head forgetting Fesca was still working on my hair causing her to grunt in frustration, her hands holding the sides of my head so I sat still.

“My dear, if you want me to finish this so you can enjoy the company of the Wolf this evening, you need to sit still.” I smiled bashfully, glancing down at my hands with my eyes.

“Sorry, Fes…” I mumbled.

“I'm not sure what to tell him. Maybe you should decide.” Geralt nodded in agreement. He stood up slightly, leaning over and kissing my forehead softly. I could hear the women behind me ooing quietly.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours, dove.” I smiled up at him, squeezing his hands gently.

“Okay, Geralt. Maybe tell him outside.” He laughed softly walking to the door, his hand on the doorknob.

“Okay, dove.”

Once the door was shut Neshe appeared in front of me, she had a smirk on her face.

“You and the witcher my dear?” She sat in the chair Jaskier was in. Ari and Yennaa were behind me helping Fesca with my hair.

“There isn't anything other than what you saw. He cares for me, but we all know he can't care for me in the way I wish he could.” I said looking over the book in my lap.

“I don't know (Y/N)… the way he looked at you is how my pa looks at mum,” Yennaa commented. Her mother and father had been together longer than my mum and dad. The connection between how Geralt looked at me to how her father looked at her mum made my heart sore.

“I...I hope so...He makes me feel things no other man has.”

Fresca gently squeezed my shoulders, sliding a silk bonnet over my hair, tying it behind my head.

“Alright dear get in the bath, wash yourself up and we'll be back to help with your dress and makeup.” I nodded and thanked them as they left the room. I undressed quickly, before sinking into the hot bubbly water.

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“You look beautiful my dear. You wait here to get your mother and father.” I smiled brightly at Neshe and the other women.

“Thank you. And thank you so much for your help. "They smiled and left me alone in front of the mirror

The dress was so beautiful.

Hildi had completely outdone herself this year. The dress was dazzling baby pink, with hundreds of stars stitched into a beautiful mesh fabric. It had sleeves but they did not come up my arms. Instead, the sleeves came right above my elbows. My décolleté and shoulders bare, showing off my breasts a bit more than I normally did but I had never felt more beautiful. Fesca had outdone herself on my hair, every pin was perfectly placed, every curl held beautifully. My crown was dazzling in the noon sun, sending rainbows around my room as it sat gracefully on my head. My attention was turned to the small knock on the door. In stepped my mum and dad. My mum's hand went over her mouth with a small gasp.

“Oh my goodness. My baby girl is a grown woman. You look absolutely beautiful my love.” She came to me, hugging me into her tightly. My arms wrapped around her shoulders tightly. Her fingers stroked my back softly. I inhaled her scent, snuggling my face into her maroon dress. Her hugs were like none I'd ever had. They were everything I needed some nights...

“I love you, mum…” She pulled me back from her and looked me in the eye, her fingers stroking my face.

“I love you more than you will ever know. Now, your father has a gift for you.” My eyes went to him. He was dressed in a solid green velvet suit, a white button-down under his fest. He looked dashing. I smiled at him as he walked over to us, a small box in his hand.

“This is something I had made for you when you were born. We both wanted to wait till you were older to give it to you. I think now is a perfect time.” He handed me the box with a smile. I gently took the box and opened it.

“Dad….” It took my breath away. A beautiful ring was in the center of the box, gleaming in the sun.

There was an opal stone in the center, two little gold moons on each side of the opal, that symbolize a full moon. There were six diamonds embedded into the ring. Three on the top, three on the bottom. Everything had been placed on a gold band. I looked at my father, his eyes were welling with tears.

“You've always been my little girl, and no matter where you go or where I go, I never want you to forget how much I love you.” My arms wrapped tightly around him as I practically threw myself on him, tears slipping down my face. I felt my mother’s hand on my back as she hugged us.

“Jaskier you can come in now.” My mother called out. I could hear the door open, then soon my brother's arms were wrapped around my mother and me. All four of us were back together again.

“Happy birthday Little Pea.” My dad whispered with a small chuckle. Jaskier laughed in my ear, making me laugh softly. The nickname my brother called me for many years had been forgotten after he left. No one else is using it.

“I love you all.” My dad pulled me from his chest, whipping my face before grabbing the ring and putting it on my right ring finger.

“Okay we’ll leave you with your brother to go great with your guests. Don't be too long.” My mother said, booping my nose. I laughed softly nodding.

The two of them left the room, leaving just Jaskier and me. He turned to me, looking me up and down before bringing me into another bone-crushing hug.

“I'm so happy you're home Jax…” I whispered into his black velvet tunic. He too looked quite dashing. His shirt was tucked into some dark blue trousers a black leather belt holding them up, and some very nicely polished black boots up his legs. His hair was curly and his smile was bright.

“I missed you so much, Little Pea.” He pulled back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“So Geralt spoke to me earlier today.” I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and ears.

“About…?”

“He told me about the kiss last night, told me he didn't want to hurt you. I told him he had to talk to mum and dad, not me.” I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Jaskier, it's not that serious. Why would you tell him that it's not-”

“He already did it love. They gave their blessing.”

“I...they did? For what?”

“To court you of course!” He said with a laugh.

“But you'll both leave soon-”

“Don't overthink it, common he's waiting outside.” He walked to the door opening it. Sure enough, there was Geralt. He was breathtakingly beautiful. He was dressed head to toe in black velvet, his hair clean and combed, pinned back, his face freshly shaved, a small rose pinned into his shirt. The first three buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing his deliciously hairy chest and his silver pendant.

Breath.

I took a deep breath, my eyes looking him up and down taking him in. It wasn't until we met eyes I realized he was doing the same to me.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out, walking towards me. I reached my hands out to him, he gently took them pulling me into him, his left arm looping around my waist. Our faces inches apart.

“You look so handsome Geralt. You clean up quite well. Black velvet is your style.” I said with a smile, my hand on his shoulder, the other still in his hand. He leaned down and softly kissed me. It was short and sweet. Yet it filled my body with warmth and butterflies. I was sure he felt the temperature of my skin change.

“Common people are waiting for you, princess.” He whispered as he pulled away, my hand wrapping around his bicep. I looked at him as we walk down the hall towards the grand hall.

“You are a breathtaking creature (Y/N). I do not think I have seen anyone so beautiful in my 87 years.” My heart raced in my chest as he spoke, my hand gripping his arm a little tighter.

“No one told me I was falling for an old man.” I joked as we approached the door to the great hall. One of my father’s soldiers was waiting for us.

“Princess.” He said with a soft bow of his head. I smiled softly at him, curtsying to him softly.

“Derlor, it’s good to see you again.” I let go of Geralt’s arm, stepping towards Derlor hugging him gently. He was my father’s right-hand man, everything my father needed he went to Derlor. He had been working in my father’s court for nearly 30 years.

“This will be the first birthday that I don’t get to escort you. I’m not sure what to do with myself.” I smiled and shook my head.

“Relax, enjoy yourself. Maybe ask Hildi for a dance. You know she has a soft spot for you.” I said stepping back to Geralt’s side, my hand on his arm again. Derlor looked at the witcher next to me, eyed him up and down before stepping in front of him.

“I know her parents like you, and I trust their judgment but understand one thing Witcher; if you hurt her in any way I will kill you. You may be a feared monster slayer but you do not scare me.” I rolled my eyes softly, everyone was going to threaten the witcher on my behalf. Flattering but annoying nonetheless.

“If I hurt her. I will gladly lay down my blade and let you do your worst, sir.” Derlor smiled.

“Good. Now time for your entrance princess.” He walked to the door pushing it open. I could hear the people quiet down. Geralt leaned down and kissed my cheek quickly, leaving the spot hot in his wake. Derlor stood at the end of the red rug in the center of the room. He cleared his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the lady of the hour, Princess (Y/N)!” Geralt and I started walking down the center of the carpet. On either side were people from all over our kingdom. Many nobles I had known for years. I smiled at the familiar faces, as we continued walking to where my mother, father, and Jaskier.

“As many of you know, we have been preparing our daughter to take over for us one day-“ My father said, stepping forward, taking my hand from Geralt and smiling at me.

“But seeing as myself and my wife are in great health and nowhere near the end of our reign. And as you can all see our son has returned from his many great travels.” Vesimer walked forwards, a smile on his face and a pack in his hands.

“Your mother and I both think you are ready my dear,” Father said looking me in the eyes.

“Ready for what dad…?” I whispered, my voice wavering slightly, my stomach flipping and swelling. His eyes drifted behind me, looking at who I guessed was Geralt.

“You will be leaving the kingdom for a while.” My mouth ran dry, my eyes going to Jaskier who was beaming.

“We know that you will be in good hands, not that you need it. You will be leaving with Jaskier and Geralt and traveling the Continent to your heart’s content.” My hands squeezed into his harder as he spoke, my eyes burning with tears, my eyes bouncing between him, Jaskier, and my mother who was also near tears.

“You need to see the world, see what you can help improve on when you take over. Meet people, taste danger a little.” My arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly, my eyes closed the tears of joy slipping down my face.

“Thank you, dad…” I whispered and he chucked. He pulled me back and Jaskier came and stood in front of me.

“I've missed so much of your life, and I regret it so much. You have turned into such a wonderful young woman and it would be an honor if you joined us in our travels.” I could feel Geralt’s hand on my back as he stood next to me as I looked at Jaskier. My eyes gleaned at him, searching his facial features for any hesitation in the offer.

“You’re both serious?” I asked.

“Vesemir is very admin that you would be beneficial to me, in more ways then.” Geralt said with a small wink.

“So what do you say, do you want to come with us?” Jaskier asked, his hands holding mine.

“What a stupid question Jaskier! Of course, I want to!” The smile on my face nearly hurt, I had never been so happy in my life. I didn't have to say goodbye to Jaskier or Geralt, not for a while anyway. Jaskier grabbed me, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug which I gladly returned.

“Everyone please, enjoy yourself! Food will be brought out soon!! Ale. wine and mead are already out! We thank you all so much for coming to celebrate our daughter’s birthday!” My father said to the room full of people who all clapped and cheered.

I turned away from Jaskier to Geralt who was still standing next to me. I put my hands on his chest gently leaning into him, his hands going to my waist.

“Are you sure you're okay with me coming along? I would hate to be a burden on you.” Geralt shook his head, smiling softly, his fingers stroking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“From what Vesemir told me today, you will only be an asset to me and my travels. Unlike your brother who just annoys me.” I laughed softly, rolling my eyes.

“You love him,” I said with a smile. He huffed, taking my hand in his leading me to our spot at the table.

“If you didn’t you would have never followed him for weeks to an unknown country to meet a sister you had no idea existed. Face it witcher, my brother has weaseled his way into that heart of yours.” He was filling his plate with food and a smile on the corner of his lips as he listened to me.

He handed me the plate of food I thought he was preparing for himself.

“Thank you, love,” I said as I took the plate from him, watching as he got some for himself. The people around us talking, laughing, and beginning the party that would surely last into the night. He leaned over, kissing my cheek softly then he started to eat.

The party had been going for hours. Everyone was a bit drunk including me. The wine in my cup had been the fourth do far, and I'm a lightweight. My body was warm, the sweet taste of the cherry wine lingering on my lips as I listened to my brother sing and play his lute. As the song ended I put the cup down, nearly knocking it over in the process, clapping for Jaskier.

“Jaskier come here!” I yelled with a slight giggle. He came over to me, his face red as he breathed hard, he too was drunk.

“Any song requests my lady?” He said with a cheesy bow of his head making me laugh maybe a little too loud.

“Sing me the song you first wrote for Geralt?” His face lit up as he looked behind me to Geralt who was sitting at the table next to Vesemir.

“He hates that song (Y/N),” Jaskier said making me laugh more.

“Oh but he’s never had it sang to him here! Jaskier we love him here. Common the people will sing, children will dance. Maybe hell get some coins tossed at him!” Jaskier laughed with me.

“Okay okay fine, only for you.” Jaskier walked over to the stage with the other bards whispering something to them before yelling over the crowd of people.

“This song is for my baby sister. I haven’t sung this one in a couple of years, but I think you lot will like it more than anyone I’ve ever sung for!!!” The crowd clapped for him as they all looked at him. I glanced behind me looking at Geralt who knew what song was coming. Our eyes met. I giggles and winked at him.

“When a humble bard

Graced a ride-along

With Geralt of Rivia

Along came this song”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the smiles on their faces only growing, including my own. Many children ran into the middle of the room staring up at Jaskier as he sang, eyes gleaming.

“From when the White Wolf fought

A silver-tongued devil

His army of elves

At his hooves did they revel

They came after me

With masterful deceit

Brokedown my lute

And they kicked in my teeth”

People started singing along to the second verse. The room is filled with slurred, off-tune singing of my people. The warmth spread through my chest as I saw Jaskier’s face light up in a way I had never seen before. His attention went to Geralt momentarily looking at him with the same disbelief. I looked at Geralt to see he held the same expression. His smile was genuine, eyes wide as he listened to the people listen to the song about him. I left my spot from the middle of the room, quickly walking as to not trip in my drunken state. I got to the table in front of Geralt, my smile wide as I extended my hand.

“Care to dance with me witcher?” He cocked a curious eyebrow at me, probably due to my drunken state.

“I'm not much of a dancer, Dove.” He said, making me shake my head walking around the table, and grabbing his arm.

“Neither am I, that's what makes it fun.” He grunted standing, reluctantly following me into the crowd of people who cheered louder for him.

“Toss a coin to your Witcher

O' Valley of Plenty

O' Valley of Plenty, oh

Toss a coin to Your Witcher

O' Valley of Plenty”

Jaskier and the other bards stopped playing and singing, the crowd in front of him continuing the verse. Myself included. The sound of everyone singing my brother's famed song made my heart sore, everything was perfect. Even Geralt was smiling as he let me dance and spin with his hands, once taking his eyes off my body.

“You Witcher are a hero here!” I yellow over the music and crowd. He pulled me into him, his lips capturing my own in a very wet, sloppy kiss, impart due to my drunken state. The alcohol coring in my veins made me want to tear his clothes off then and there and let him have his way with me. But I wasn't drunk enough to let it happen. My arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed him back, the music and people drowning out of my ears as I tasted his lips. Everything about him was so intoxicating.

After a while he pulled back, my lips wet with his salvia, my chest heaving up and down, and my mind racing. I felt dizzy from the kiss.

“Common let’s get you some fresh air, dove.” He whispered, his arm wrapping around my waist as he led me out of the grant hall and onto a balcony. With one look from Geralt, the two love birds who were already out there left without a word. The cool night air hit my face and made me feel less dizzy. I walked over to the stone wall on the balcony, my hands resting on it, cooling me off more. Geralt's arms wrapped around my waist from behind holding me tightly and close to him.

“You are a rather drunk princess.” I giggled and nodded.

“I don't drink very often witcher, it goes straight to my head.” a large yawn interrupted my train of thought. Geralt chuckled and kissed my head.

“Would you like me to take you to bed?” My eyes felt rather heavy, the winemaking me more sleepy as time progressed.

“I'm such a dud, it's not even midnight,” I whined, smacking my hands on the stone softly. Geralt chuckled and ran his hands up and down my arms and shoulders.

“Common, you don't have to push yourself if you're tired.” Geralt started pulling me back to the door leading into the hallway.

“Fine. only because you're so nice to me.” I grumbled as he led me down the hall and into my room. He shut the door behind us as I walked over to the vanity, plopping myself down.

“I hope no one misses me too much. I desperately want out of this dress. It is beautiful but I cannot breathe.” Geralt chuckled from his spot at the door as he watched me attempt to pull the pins and brooches from my hair. I started to get frustrated, my hair being too intricately done for my drunk self.

Geralt wordlessly walked over to me and gently started to help me pull the pins from my hair. His fingers combed softly thru my hair, scratching my scalp gently as he worked to get them out of my hair. The small action was nearly lulling me to sleep in the chair. I heard a knock at the door which snapped me out of my sleepy state, my back straightening.

“Yes?” I turned around and saw Jaskier peeking through the door.

“You vanished, just wanted to check-in.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“I'm a very drunk Jaskier, I desperately want to sleep.’ He walked into the room and towards me. He was carrying a pitcher of water and a cup.

“I figured, drink this and-” He pulled out a vial from his pocket and handed it to me.

“-Vesemir gave this to me, says it is the perfect cure for a hangover. Also gave me one.” I smiled and placed the vile on my vanity along with the water and cup.

“Thank you, Jax.” He smiled and hugged me before turning and leaving to walk out the door, before he did he turned and pointed a finger at Geralt.

“If you decide to do anything dirty with my sister-”

“Jaskier!” I all but shrieked.

“Just, be quiet my room isn't too far away.” I could feel my face turn bright red, my fists balled at my side as I stood from the chair.

“I’m going to kill you.” Geralt’s arm wrapped around my waist pulling me back before I could attack my drunk brother. The door was shut and he was laughing down the hall.

“Such a prick.” I groaned and turned around pouring myself some water and drinking it. I grabbed the vile from the table pulling the cork out. Before it could be brought to my lips Geralt stopped my hand and brought the vile to his nose. He inhaled deeply a few times before realizing my hand,

“Just had to be sure.” I smiled and drank the contents. The taste was vile.

“Oh my god, that is awful,” I said coughing. Geralt laughed softly at me, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Help me unlace my corset?” I turned my back to him. I felt his fingers delicately untied the lace one by one. I took a deep breath, breathing properly again. As the lace was losing the dress started to slip down my body. I quickly caught it before it dropped down my waist. Thankfully my back was to him. I heard him clear his throat.

“My night slip in on the bed, can you hand it to me?” I heard him move before the slip was in front of me.

“Could you, uh turn around?” I asked.

“Of course princess.'' After a minute I turned my head and saw he was facing the other direction. I let the dress fall from my body leaving me all but bare except for my undergarments, I slipped the night slip over my body and gently brushed his back. He turned around and smiled.

“Stay with me?” I asked softly.

“Of course dove.” He led me to the bed, pulling the quilts and sheets back allowing me to crawl in. I watched as he discarded his vest, and shirt leaving him in his tight trousers. My eyes wandered all over his scared torso and arms. He was breathtaking.

“You're staring dove.” He chuckled making me blush, hiding my face in the quilts.

“Can you blame me?” He laughed softly and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked, sitting up slightly.

“Just to grab something more comfortable to sleep in, Dove.” He walked out the door leaving it open. He returned minutes later, in the same sleep pants he was wearing the night before, less tight. He shut the door and the curtains, walking over to the other side of the bed before getting in.

He scooped me up, placing me closer to him, my head on his firm chest. I could hear his heartbeat it was slow, soothing. His fingers stroked aimlessly over my body. The last thing I felt before sleep took me was his warm lips on my forehead.

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Letter To Democrats

I felt the need to do something besides raising awareness of environmental, indigenous, and socio-economic issues. I’ve decided to compose and then mail multiple printed copies of a letter to multiple politicians across the USA. I did wonder if I should copy-and-paste the letter to social media profiles like I did for the one that I wrote to President Biden. Ultimately, I decided that posting the letter would serve two purposes. First, I wanted to let indigenous activists know that they have another willing accomplice. Second, this could provide a decent template for anyone who also feels a need to write to political leaders and put pressure on them to take much-needed action. Without any further ado…

Greetings,

I am writing a generic letter to send to assorted politicians across the United States. For reasons that I will articulate over the course of this letter, I felt a serious need to address as many members of the American political leadership as possible. I do not intend to call you out personally. If you do take it as a personal callout, please consider why you feel that way.

The reports of wildfires, heat waves, and floods have filled many, many observers with existential terror. Some have even expressed utter despair over whether the world will be inhabitable by any form of life. At times I have been tempted to join the despair, to give up hope of ever leaving a beautiful legacy for future generations. For the sake of all the people of the world, I must fight that temptation. I need to do my part to fight for the future.

There are a large number of activists trying to protect the environment. However, they need help from people who have the power to make really concrete changes. That is why I am writing to you and other Democratic politicians. That does sound very partisan, but the sad fact is that the Republican party is almost a lost cause at this point. I wish to be proven wrong about that. The fact is that it already engaged in brutal obstruction during the Obama administration. A sinister side to the base already started emerging during that time as well. With the rise of Donald Trump, the much of its leadership and nearly all of its electoral base have become increasingly unwilling to offer the kind of compromise needed for a functional democracy.

The Democratic party as a whole has been criticized as very weak in opposing the radicalizing Republican Party. The current President has spoken of a desire for restoring national unity. That desire is certainly laudable in itself when Trump blatantly stoked resentment and division. Again, however, the Republican party and its core supporters have shown a complete unwillingness to work with any opponents in any way. They view their opponents as subversive enemies that need to be crushed underfoot. The Republican party has inched towards neo-fascism at a time when neo-fascism is mainstreaming around the world. The Republican party has also already been beholden to the selfish interests of major corporations for decades. It even seeks to magnify the already dire influence of corporations chiefly responsible for pollution. Its propaganda outlets outright deny pollution and mislead millions of people.

Some Democratic politicians have also been criticized as going along with corporate interests and watering down legislation meant to oppose corporate influence. By now it has become clear that corporate elites do not have the safety of the world and its human and nonhuman denizens in mind. By now it has become clear that they must be reined in for the greater good. The only language that major corporations even comprehend is money. Here I arrive at the first main point of this letter: I urge you to work with other Democratic leaders to divest from major corporations and their executives, especially those most directly responsible for polluting the Earth. I’ve also seen proposals that corporations be forced to contribute to removing as much pollution as possible. Quickening the transition away from fossil fuels is crucial.

However, alternate energy sources are not enough. Switching from gas-powered cars to electric cars is not enough. Building solar or wind farms in place of coal-burning power plants is not enough. Extraction and consumption cause their own serious problems. The problem of environmental degradation has roots that are far too deep and complicated to address here, though I will touch upon one later. Going hand-in-hand with corporate influence are the bad social and urban infrastructures that do not encourage sustainable lifestyles. I barely even know where to begin in this regard. Cities are too often built for cars and not people. Most people have to drive carbon-spewing cars to work at jobs that are not well-suited to their needs in order to pay their bills and feed their families. Too many people are left in poverty or near-poverty, some people are more-or-less isolated in suburbs, and a tiny handful are virtually untouchable in their wealth and privilege. Healthy food is not always accessible, and even when it is, it often has to be shipped very far from the source.

My second main point is this: in addition to transitioning to cleaner energy, the very infrastructure of our society needs to reformed. Local communities need to be lifted up so that they can better care for themselves without the need for distant figures constantly having to provide for them through convoluted supply chains. It’s true that right-wingers speak of “small government” with the unspoken agenda of leaving corporate oligarchs and ultra-conservative clergy to rule over ordinary human beings. Nonetheless, I believe that, at this point, government needs to assist in rebuilding communities so that they can eventually leave denizens to stand on their feet and care for each other. The pandemic, along with the poor responses of many local officials, has shown the need for communities to engage in mutual care.

I will confess that this exhortation is the vaguest one in this letter. I lack in-depth education on such matters. I bring it up in order to further nudge you in a direction that would be far better for the Earth and its people. I can offer one example of what must be done that is slightly clearer: helping communities establish gardens and small-scale farms to better feed themselves.

On a very important side note, this nation needs to divest from the military as well. The largest and most powerful military in history is known to be among the largest polluters on earth. Too many politicians seem to ignore how massive the military already is an insist on subsidizing it at the cost of actually building a peaceful and prosperous society.

I further wish to discuss the need to center indigenous peoples in renewing our society. No, I am no indigenous myself. I simply wish to point to their wisdom. Yes, the sagely magical Indian who is one with Mother Earth is a crude stereotype, and I have no intention of reinforcing it. With that said, I follow a number of indigenous writers, activists, spiritualists, and influencers on social media. I learned about how many indigenous people are attempting to reconnect to previously outlawed and hidden heritages. The stereotype could be rooted in reality.

In most cases, those heritages include animistic spiritualities, in which aspects of the natural world, from plants to animals to waters to stones, are seen as having spirits. Furthermore, these aspects of the natural world are seen as relatives to humans. I should note how some well-meaning white people, wishing to bond with the earth instead of submitting to organized religion, appropriate these indigenous spiritualties and associated practices. Indigenous writers will encourage such people to instead delve into their own pre-Christian heritages, which have similar animistic philosophies, however obscured by time they may be. I have actually been doing just that—though I won’t elaborate because I don’t want to center myself.

You may be asking, what is the relevance said common thread of the spiritualities of indigenous peoples? That animism seems to go hand-in-hand with methods of land care that developed over generations of trial and error, along with the principles behind those methods. With the subjugation and expulsion (and worse) of the land’s original caretakers, though, these practices fell into obscurity. The most dramatic example, perhaps, is the suppression of controlled burnings on the western coastline leading to the wildfires that we have seen in recent years. Indeed, the different lands of different indigenous nations need their own subtly distinct approaches, based on ecosystems, geographies, local histories, and general senses of place. Indigenous activists and figureheads are calling upon governments to heed their words on not only conservation but also regeneration.

One of the main demands that indigenous activists make is for the return of their lands, full sovereignty over them, and the facilitation of cultural revival. Yes, that is a very simple manner of justice and righting a historic wrong. It has become evident that their wisdom is a crucial piece of the puzzle of solving environmental problems as well. Simple “colorblind” or “globalized” liberalism won’t suffice when working for social or environmental justice. Indigenous activists argue that colonialism is at the root of so many of our world’s problems. Many of them even outright state that the “colonial state” in itself is a problem. I can see how colonialism has promoted the rise of an all-devouring capitalism and perpetuated it. The grim historical fact of how the enslavement of Black people and the elimination of indigenous peoples contributed to building this nation remains a grim historical fact.

I myself am figuring out the world and learning many truths, but I am sympathetic to people who have borne the brunt of colonialism. I welcome the humanistic achievements of modernity and utterly oppose fundamentalism and fascism, I assure you, but I’ve come to accept that the modern world is broken. Simple progress won’t heal the world. “Big government” certainly has a role to play in mobilizing the needed social changes, such as what I’ve alluded to above, but the “colonial state” needs to ultimately divest its own power.

I’ll try to summarize my points now. Major corporations and economic elites need to be drastically reined in and disempowered (along with the military). The transition to renewable energies needs to be quickened—but also needs to be accompanied by drastic changes to infrastructures and supply chains so as to result in less extraction and consumption. Localized communities need to be empowered so they can better care for themselves without much out faraway aid. Indigenous peoples need to be given their lands back, be elevated to leadership roles in caring for and regenerating said lands, and be empowered so they can rebuild their cultures. Settlers should learn from them as well. In the end, the state and the socio-economic system that it has upheld need to recede—not for billionaires or grand inquisitors or dictators, but for ordinary people and the earth. In truth, humans are meant to be a part of nature, and the generational challenge is for humanity to reconcile with the rest of nature.

This all may sound idealistic or radical. This past summer has shown us that we shouldn’t settle for anything less than radical social change. This nation, which has been a major world power for over a century, needs to be radically reimagined. This all may sound vague as well. I have little education in politics and governance apart from what I’ve tried to learn for myself across the internet. That is all the more reason for people like you—people with more real-world power than I—to push along radical social change. This letter is meant to raise awareness of your duty as a leader. A leader is meant to be a guide, not a dominator. There’s a chance that you could be recorded in history as a leader who did what was necessary to make the world’s healing and renewal possible.

Thank you.

You may call me Brian Solomon Whiterose.

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The fact that jikook is being pushed during performances kinda stresses me out and would rather they didn’t. The reason I say this is because the only jikook content we’ve been getting recently is during performances, which is choreographed. (not including run, because there’s really nothing of substance there recently, I know 122 but still wasn’t much, even though they were on the same team. jk being satellite jeon, but in general jk was focused, jm messed around with Yoongi and Jin, & vice versa but they were both more into doing their task of directing yj

The main reason and adding onto my first point is that it helps fuel the ‘jikook is fanservice’ and I’ve seen it be used ALOT recently, like a lot a lot and I can’t exactly hate them for saying that (unless they’re being extremely toxic while saying it) because while jm and jk’s relationship is NOT fanservice, they are pretty central during performances recently. I’m also tired of dynamite nan nanana, vm always changes their opening section, very rarely does jikook change theirs, and when they do they just look at each other when the other is doing a little dance, but it’s one or the other. It’s very noticeable, even my best friend who’s not a shipper has said “big hit be pushing two big ships covid must be giving big hit a hit, gotta use those money makers” she said it jokingly but she was serious about the pushing part, she also doesn’t know I’m a jikooker. Anon who said increase in tk content is right, but not for interviews or carpet, because what kind of ‘content’ is that?? Not even the break the silence commentary because everyone in the middle were cuddling, tj, even ji/h the most. But runs? Yeah, in a way. The most obvious one: Big hit cuts out jikook’s ‘guess the dance’ by touch in run 117, which I found a little fanservicy as a whole, it was just weird. But anyways, they straight up cut out jikook and focused on jin’s face for no reason, he has a very handsome face but it’s not what the game is about, cut out the 20sec then give us a photo. I’ve read people say that jikook may not want it filmed, but I don’t think they would be okay with big hit using a photo of it. Same with run 97, napping). Also they had no problem with the bouncy hug in memories 2019 which was wild. So I doubt ‘jikook doesn’t want it shown’ is a valid excuse for those two episodes

Cont’ 117 Big hit leaves in all the others and show tk’s x2 additionally in 116 they went with the little hearts in the editor caption with talking about tk. I don’t believe everything that has been happening recently is not deliberate. We’re okay seeing jikook onstage, dynamite we find it cute, and we believe that they’re doing so for a reason, the possibly they are actually together and they’re slowly trying to show so to speak. And at the same time tkkers want tk offstage, main example be-hind story. because of their ‘big hit is hiding tk’ agenda they feel validated when they get their offstage content because they believe it’s on tk’s terms, hence the tk live$ video that one anon mentioned. It’s a win win for big hit, but it’s going to bite them in the ass sooner or later. But at the end of the day this is just my own opinions, pretty long ones though. Sorry!

We watched jikook choreo their two little duet spots in Dynamite. The dynanana part no matter how much we see it still is far more satisfying to a shipper than any hand slap or look TK throw into their intro. Many of us say jikook ship themselves and the choices they made in Dynamite fuel that idea. It was fanservicey type stuff that they willing and happily put into their content.

Run (and anything else)...watch the background to find jikookery. It’s the stuff the editors don’t comment on that is sometimes most compelling. And we don’t know why some jikook stuff is cut, but I’m not willing to dismiss the guys not wanting it in at times. Yes stills can be revealing but sometimes videos that should be innocent hit in unintended ways. Like the Run ep below.

BigHit hiding TK is a fantasy at this point . TK said with their own mouths they aren’t hanging out as much after work.

Jimin has said with his mouth that he does see Jungkook after work and Jungkook did not dispute that at all.

So until Tae and JK start talking about their after work time together nothing is validated for TK. It’s still all a fan narrative.

At the end of the day people can ship who they want how they want, but I think when you have to trash a member to propel your ship content then you’ve crossed a line.

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Now, About That Sceptre

Based on hair growth, if nothing else, it seems that a fair amount of time must have passed between Loki's appearance in the post-credits of Thor (2011) and his dramatic entrance via the Tesseract in Avengers Assemble. Despite the apparent time jump, Loki's physical well-being is still clearly... not great. His appearance has improved in some ways from the horror show above (the burns have healed, his mouth isn't full of blood), but he shows a number of signs of heat exhaustion, at a minimum (something especially relevant because, remember, Loki's a Frost Giant). He's visibly exhausted and disoriented, he nearly collapses on multiple occasions, he's sweaty and pale with dark and sunken eyes. This is not a healthy man. And while there was maybe an argument to be made for his prior physical distress being contributable to the effects of the wormhole, whatever's happening here is all Thanos.

Beyond his immediate physical state, he comes across as paranoid, afraid—desperately fighting to get through just this one moment, and then the next, and then the next. If he just holds it together a little bit longer, he'll be safe. He'll be able to rest. Watch how he stumbles. Observe his deathgrip on the sceptre and on the truck rail. Look at his desperate facial expression and body language. He's trembling.

Now we're getting into psychology, and well... Loki says some odd things throughout this film. The Loki of Thor (2011) was clearly dealing with a mental health crisis, but the Loki of Avengers Assemble seems—not to put too fine a point on it—crazy. And he's not just crazy. His words and his body seem to, at times, be in direct conflict with one another. He may talk down to the humans, but he appears to take little pleasure in actually hurting them. And yet he summons an army of aliens with the expressed purpose of doing just that. He's sassy and grandstanding while facing the Avengers, but on the occasions where he's violent with civilians, as well as whenever he's alone, he appears to dissociate from himself. Look at his face. This is not remotely fun for him. He looks dead inside.

Overall, Loki's body language and facial expressions often betray a Loki who is struggling to justify his actions. He seems, at times, almost as though he is speaking to himself as much as he is taunting the Avengers or humanity. Here are some quotes/scenes that grab my attention.

For a start, there are these exchanges with Fury shortly after he first arrives via the power of the Tesseract:

Fury: "This doesn't have to get any messier." Loki: "Of course it does. I've come too far for anything else."

"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."

Loki: "I come with glad tidings of a world made free." Fury: "Free from what?" Loki: "Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart, you will know peace."

He goes on to reiterate his bizarre speech about "freedom" again in Stuttgart.

"The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

This all sounds a lot like indoctrination to me, and it's worth noting that the Black Order—for whom Loki is ‘working’ in this movie—is literally a cult. In fact, they use very similar rhetoric at the beginning of Avengers: Infinity War. Compare this to Loki's rhetoric on the nature of freedom:

"Hear me... and rejoice. You have had the privilege of being saved by the Great Titan. You may think this is suffering. No. It is salvation. Universal scales tipped toward balance because of your sacrifice. Smile, for even in death you have become Children of Thanos."

And then there's Loki's outburst directed at Natasha after the Avengers have taken him prisoner for the first time and she's trying to get information out of him:

"You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you and they will never go away!"

Before this moment, he seems relatively calm and in control. Something changes here; he becomes disgusted and aggressive. His words could easily be applied to himself as well. Here Loki is on Midgard, pretending to have his own agenda. "Something that makes up for the horrors". Yet as much as Loki claims to be free of sentimentality, we as the audience know better. We can see it in his microexpressions and his body language. We know of his being psychically linked to The Other. We see the nature of Loki's interactions with them: the tears in his eyes, the threats and his attempts to suppress and hide his fear, the pain they're able to inflict on him with just a touch.

"If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he cannot find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain."

There are also subtle indicators that Loki's memories might have been tampered with, such as his initial conversation with Thor.

"Our father—" "YOUR father. He did tell you of my true parentage, did he not?" "We were raised together! We played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?" "I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss."

Yes, of course, it's possible that this is hyperbole on Loki's part. Regardless, it's worth noting as part of a pattern of bizarre, cult-like behaviours that Loki displays throughout the movie. It becomes even more noteworthy in light of the revelation that Loki was being influenced by the mind stone all the while. The specific phrasing Marvel uses is, "fueling his hatred over his brother." Does that include distorting his perception of what's happened between them? It's not conclusive, but it's certainly possible.

Now, Loki does at times appear to be genuinely enjoying himself. I'm not denying that or sweeping it under the rug. But look at the context. Notice when he seems to be the most amused. It's when he's grandstanding. It's when he's the center of attention. When people run screaming from him. When he's being interrogated. It's not the violence that pleases him; it's the recognition. For the first time in his life, he's center stage. He feels powerful. And Loki will always take negative attention over no attention at all.

Simmer down there, you lovable maniac.

At the other end of the spectrum, however, we have moments like just before he stabs Thor, in which he looks at the destruction around him with legitimate panic and horror written on his face. As though he's awoken from a haze and is only just realising the extent of what he's done. (Side note: for the life of me, I'll never understand people who call Loki a psychopath. Every single time we've seen Loki hurt Thor, he does it literally with tears in his eyes. And yet Ragnarok would have us believe he's done so all throughout their childhood just for funsies).

Surely this isn't the expression of a man who wants all this death and destruction—who's carrying out his own will. And why should he? Even if he truly meant to/cared about ruling Midgard, there's little reward in ruling a world of corpses.

Which brings us to our ultimate conclusion. As mentioned above, there have long been theories—now confirmed canon—that Loki was under the influence of the sceptre AKA the mind stone throughout Avengers Assemble. An observation I had missed initially is that some fans desperate to cling to Loki's identity as a Villain™ have differentiated between the total mind control of Barton and Selvig and the 'influencing' of Loki's behaviour via the sceptre. But note that the same language is used for both instances:

"Gifted with a sceptre that acted as a mind control device, Loki would be able to influence others. Unbeknownst to him, the sceptre was also influencing him."

I do believe that the mind control over Loki was less effective; he clearly maintained some measure of autonomy, despite the sceptre's influence. But I still think it's important to note the consistency of language used. And in fact, it’s worth noting that his control over Barton and Selvig wasn’t absolute either. Barton admits he may have failed to kill Fury because of his connection to him; Selvig installs a failsafe for shutting down the portal.

We also know—thanks to yet another stupidly discarded deleted scene—that The Other can hear and communicate with Loki at all times. Look at the longing on Loki's face when Thor tries to reason with him. He wishes so badly that he could accept Thor's offer. But this is still a hostage situation. He's on permanent speakerphone, and he knows there's no safe escape route for him.

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Pirate au Redone (part 3)

N/A: Ideas will be used here. I think. Kitty will pirate? Yes, and Maddy will show up as well. Going to be honest. I don´t think we need to see the talk between Emma and Kitty and I want to write this idea before it pops out of my mind.

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After a long discussion both Jean and Scott menage to council their differences and as Jean proclaims to a more relaxed Scott, they´ll try anew and this time no more Pheonix or Avengers or anything to come between them. And, Scott, still has his reservations about Krakoa - and Scott is one of the few people that seem to notice Kurt´s demeanor over a couple of days and is one of the few who confide with him about Krakoa- can at least, if nothing else, give the benefit of the doubt to the island.

Where are you, Rachel?

This thought lingers in his mind and took some time out of Scott´s initial agenda-not that he cares too much about it, but, he doesn´t like to be idle and Rachel is a grown-up woman and may want some time alone to figure out things...considering her sexuality and who she dated, Scott can safely say Rachel wants an alone time now- and once the man is fed up in pretending to do whatever chores he was supposed to do. Scott Summers leave his room.

Krakoa is a beauty as if your definition of beauty comes with vines, exotic plants-so exotic that Scott can sweat they don´t exist- and an oppressive tone of green. Paradise is another form of prison? Lucifer certainly thought so.

His thoughts on religion are skeevy at best - again, Scott does not care, and if Kurt Wagner shares some of this belief with him. Why he would feel ashamed?- and his thoughts on religion take an ironic twist when Scott halt and looks at the person in front of him and his teeth grith so tight he could swear he´ll break his teeth or jaws.

"Why are you doing here?" Scott asked directly to Mr.Sinister who is smiling all too pleasant. The man still has the same fashion sense and still have this smirk on his face.

"Ah, Scott...you thought you wouldn´t see me again? I was the closest thing of a father in your life...and when I heard you and Miss Jean Grey are trying again...It fuels my heart with joy...do you remember?" he asked with that creepy smile of his, showing more teeth than a human should, then again, is Mr.Sinister human? "do you remember those fun times in the orphanage? You cried but didn´t beg...and you even won in the end...it only proofs that I was right all the time" and Scott´s breath accelerate and he didn´t think twice before taking his visor and blast Mr.Sinister away.

However, the vines creepily climb on the floor and wrapped tightly around his legs and yank on the floor and the impact somehow makes the lasers stop-Scott closes his eyes and it took a minute for him to reconize the sensation and not enter in dispair believing his sight is gone- and his body is unable of moving.

"Scott Summers, you broke the law" the voice that belongs to Prof X answers, yet, Scott notices something off on his voice. "The punishment must be severe...especially as you´re one of my favorites" and Scott almost laughs at this.

Then I don´t want to know what you would do if I wasn´t the favorite.

If Prof X is ready to throw Scott in the dungeons or do something else, well, all Scott can do is gulp and not cry. But, someone intervenes. No, more than someone as he can still hear their voices.

"Prof...this is unfair...why you would punish Scott for wanting to be away from this creepy?" Jean shouts angrily and Scott can see, mentally of course, how her face must be twisted in anger-there´s a difference in an angry Jean and an angry Pheonix and Scott knows this very well- and Jean continues while Storm is helping Scott to stand on his feet.

"Can you open your eyes, Scott?" Storm asked in concern and Scott shakes his head. Nothing else needs to be said. Storm puts his visor back and asks again as Scott opens his eyes slowly.

Jean is not done. "How can you ask for a nazi scientist to be here? I thought this island was supposed to be a paradise for us...not for nazis scum" Jean shouts vexing and for a moment everyone gathers around thinking she would go Pheonix...

She gave up the Pheonix ...there´s no trace of the bird on her.

Prof X smiles and is not soothing in the slightest. "I believe everyone deserves a chance and it wasn´t thanks to Mr.Sinister´s machinations that Cable, your once beloved son or so you once claimed, came to be?" Prof X only walks ignoring Jean Grey as he concludes his thoughts in one final line. "Plus, you would are the one to give everyone a chance...everyone but your own daughter" and then Jean falls from the sky screaming in agony.

Scott goes to her and tries to use his power on Prof X to make him stop- Scott recalls that he did murder Prof X thanks to the Power of Pheonix and hopes he can kill the man again-yet, his power doesn´t work on the man who only shakes his head at this.

Storm tried to use her powers as well-summon a powerful lightning bolt to burn the man in one attack- yet, her powers are useless against Prof X, and Storm is knockdown.

"What a pity...but you two always disappointed me"

And the fates of Scott Summers and Jean Grey are sealed. There´s no more Mr.Sinister as Prof X leaves.

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Logan is on the beach and is smoking one of his best cigars and is more than happy to see Jean Grey, and to his increased libido and satisfaction she´s wearing a bikini and no Scott Summers- and Logan knows this is meant to be. Knows this is all about making more babies and Logan promises to buy the best beer he can think to thank Kurt for such law- and the man is as seductive as his entire being can. "Jeanie. Fancy a swin?"

Jean shakes her head and holds him. Oh, Logan knew this would happen and smirks thinking he finally beat Slim. Finally, and even mention this out loud. "You finally going to be with a real man" and goes for a kiss.

The kiss is as passionate as his imagination provides, yet, she steps away and speaks in a soothing tone. "Oh, Logan...I never liked you but I thought you were smart than that" and her eyes are burning just like her hair. "You´ll know what is death and the most painfully one..." and Jean is no longer Jean...and Logan is no more.

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A cargo ship is traveling in the pacific ocean and the captain is giving the orders to make sure their precious containment is in order- mutants kids from non-develop countries and many labs and governments would pay anything to put their hands on those kids- and the captain is even dreaming with the huge sums of money he´ll gain thanks to those kids. And damn, he can even view himself in a large mansion.

"Captain...there´s a strange ship...yatch coming to our way" one of his first mates points to the said yacht and the captain rolls his eyes and order to fire at them-he has better things to worry than worry about stupid people- however when one of the crews of the yacht shots a fireball large enough to damage the ship and the other froze the ship preventing it from leaving...it proves how it in deep waters the captain is now.

A woman flies to the deck. The woman has a red vest and one sword. The men didn´t take long to shoot at her, yet, it was futile. "AHH GHOST!" one of them said and the woman smirks evilly.

"Yep, I´m a ghost and I´m a very pissed ghost" and she runs through them using her sword as if it was another limb attached to her body. The rest of the crew surrender and the children were rescued.

"Emma?" Kitty calls not wanting the damn woman in her mind. "The kids are safe...not alright after what they witness, but, alive...we´re taking them to a secure place"

"I trust in your judgment, Kate!"

"Stop calling me like that, Frost"

One of the kids looks at the woman wearing red and asks one of the mutants who is she. And Bobby follows their sight and smiles. "Well, that´s Captain Pryde" and the kids look in awe at the Captain who notices their smiles and makes a One Piece reference.

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Betsy Braddock is not easily frightened and maybe this can make people have the wrong view about her. And maybe, Betsy used to like those wrong ideas people had over her- the fearsome woman who laughs in Death´s face- and Elisabeth´s smile can´t reach her eyes anymore nor be anything but an obvious fake. No pleasantries are enough to dissolve the situation between herself and... "Kwannon" Betsy exclaims noticing how their outfits have different color paletas.

Kwannon. The Japanese Psylocke as some used to call-Oh, Betsy knows what people used to call Kwannon´s body and know what they used to call Betsy´s mind as well- and the Japanese woman is putting one foot in front of the other...the motion would be almost funny, if it wasn´t painfully clear she´s not used to her own body.

"Betsy..." her tone is dry as her eyes are fixated on Betsy. "I want to talk with you, but...thinking back and seeing you now. I need you to shut up and listen..." she exhales and continues. "I don´t blame you for what happened to me..." she closes her eyes and touches her hand. "I´d blame you for how you treat my name and my own body. You wear little and suddenly your blade talks and demands blood...I´m not like that and I don´t like that now you´re a white woman...abruptly your blade doesn´t scream blood anymore and you don´t longer dress like a slut..." she completes having a neutral expression on her face.

Betsy can´t ignore her actions. "I thought in assume another identity for myself" is a good explanation for Betsy not for Kwannon.

"White woman. Do you know anything about me? I´m a ninja not because it was cool or sexy, but, because I had no option. I have no last name...I´m a Burakumin, yeah judge by your look you had no idea what this means" her tone is derisive as she continues. "I was an outcast in my own country. The Yakuza one day, saw my abilities and offer me a job...and that job became my life"

"I didn´t know..." Betsy speaks with a heavy tone. "I was..."

"Having fun in wearing my body as a sex toy? Yeah...I know" and Kwannon uses her kinetic blade- Kwannon is not sure if she wants to fight Betsy or to simply see if she still has her powers- and if a brawl was to happen, well, it won´t be now as Emma Frost shows up along with Kitty Pryde.

"Ladies...this is not time to catfight...we better things to do" Emma Frost replied in a regal way as always and Kitty rolls her eyes at such display but speaks again.

"I think we all agree Krakoa is bad"

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Scott and Jean are back to their cabin in the woods-money is not exactly an issue for Jean Grey as she died and resurrected so many times to the point the agency thinks she´s a meme now- and Jean is laid down on the canape still feeling pain. "I´m fine...no, I´m not...but I´ll be...Scott, when Prof X´s power increase like that?"

Scott has no answers. And someone knocks the door and Scott goes to answer and sees Madeline Pryor smiling at him. "Are you real or an illusion?" Scott asks and Madeline nods sagely and slaps his face with a grin.

"Still doubt am I not real?"

"No, is you!"

"I´m not here to fight...I´m here to talk and as much I hate to say this...I need the help of Jean Grey"

#Pirate au redone au #kitty pryde #madeline pryor #Emma Frost #Kitty the pirate saving mutant kids #No KIDS going to Krakoa #Logan is no more #Dr Moira is next #Kwannon has a background now #mentions of Kurt

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Just a Kiss

Carol Danvers/Female Reader

Reader is part of the avengers too, she returns very late and tired of a mission. Your girlfriend is going to make you feel better.

Warnings: Angst, smut and explicit language?

Words: 2,178

Enjoy ;)

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You go through the front door dragging your feet; you are so tired, your solo mission was a nightmare but everything went smoothly.

You carry your tired body to the living room of the compound; which is which is by no surprise in darkness. Considering the late hour, the other avengers are probably already asleep; some others are out on missions.

That's the way it is regularly. Whether it's individual or on team missions, appointments or other activities, each one of the avenger’s agendas don’t always finish or start at the same time meaning free time doesn't always match up with another's. Nevertheless, this routine is pretty standard, there’s nothing that you can’t do to change it. The world and the universe needs all of you.

You know another busy morning is frustratingly close; dawn is barely breaking on the horizon of the cityscape of New York, seen through the large windows as you go to the couch. You drop your bag into the floor; wincing at the audible thud that makes.

You slump onto the large couch, resting your head on the armrest with your body stretched lengthwise. Fitting perfectly, it’s long and comfy one and it’s actually your favorite one, everyone knows it.

When your girlfriend is not around and when you are too lazy and tired to go to your own bedroom you sleep here. Besides you feel weird sleeping alone on that big bed.

Your hand fumbles in your pants pocket until it retrieves a cell phone. You sigh upon observing the hour; 04:39 am. Meaning that in a couple of hours the rest of the team will be up rushing and getting ready for new missions or training or preparing for some other activities. Just another average day.

You let the phone on the table beside the sofa before dragging your arm behind your head. You relax and feel the sleepy coming for you. There’s a placid silence and the couch cushions are very comfortable, you feel in peace until there’s an unexpected noise in the living room, like a creak.

You open your eyes, but can’t see or hear anything, there’s just darkness. You close your eyes again, ‘Great, I'm so sleepy that I've started to hear things…’ You frown upon feeling a something warm on the lower half of your body ‘... and feel things apparently.’

You try to shift your legs, but there's something on them. You realize that you are immobilized from your waist down. It's not heavy but it's not exactly light either and definitely isn't your imagination. ‘What the...'

"I've always hated it when you sleep on here..." A whisper startles you "...when you should be sleeping and cuddling beside me on the bed." You swallow, or rather gulp, and you hear her giggling. You didn’t know that she was already back, she must have returned when you were out on your mission.

"Carol..." You whisper and open your eyes focusing on the silhouette the woman straddling your legs and staring back at you, you can see that she’s smiling. t

"Hello (Y/N)" She huskily whispers and you can’t help but feel that familiar heat in your stomach that makes your thighs clench together. Carol leans in and suddenly you feel a tongue coast up the shell of your ear causing you to whimper. Your body reacts too easily, you can’t help it. ‘For God's sake, have some self-control damn it.’

Carol knows what she’s doing to you. Your actions speak louder; you don’t need to say anything else. You have missed your girlfriend, and you'll be damned if you were to ever deny sex to Carol. But you are really beaten and tired, so you are willing to try to escape this time.

"I’m glad that you are back babe… but please, not this time... I'm really tired." You try explaining but unfortunately is like adding fuel to a fire, Carol gets a weird sadistic kick out of being begged, even if you are denying sex.

Carol gives a nibble on your earlobe, you can't help but clenching your jaw causing your lips to form a thin line as you struggle not to moan or whimper.

Carol pulls back shortly after, clearly smiling but you are not sure if it’s because of your stupid attempt to try to not react to her ministrations.

Her hands move to your shoulders, leaning more into you and moving closer to your face until you feel her warm and minty breath over you.

"But baby... all I want is a kiss, nothing more, nothing less." Carol whines in a hushed tone, meeting your eyes as her lips hover over yours. ‘Just a kiss?’ You think and you don't hesitate in closing the gap between you two, pressing your lips against Carol's softly and humming at the pleasing sensation.

The kiss remains chaste, just as Carol promised; no tongue invasions, no biting of lips, just a simple kiss. So why is this so...satisfying? Of course that’s a foolish question, Carol owns you. All she has to do is to look at you and you are weak and on your knees for her. And now apparently even a simple kiss is enough to get you to the point of no return.

While you are engrossed on kissing her lips, you suddenly feel her hands moving around your chest and groping on the right places.

"Liar." Is all you can say between breaths, groaning at the ferocity of Carol's mouth reclaiming yours. The feverish exchanges of saliva continue until all innocence is lost and is replaced with the thirst for the sweet taste of each other's lips.

You break away when you need air, eyeing Carol whose grinning in victory, it's still kinda dark, but still can see her.

You bite your lips sensing her hands lift your shirt and caress your bare stomach. Carol is staring at you as she starts ripping apart the fabric of your shirt exposing your stomach and your cladded up chest. Your lacy bra as a front clasp, very convenient for the situation.

Carol unclasp your bra and left a soft whimper upon feeling the gentle relief of pressure against your chest, you see Carol’s hand making its way up your torso, her fingertips barely touching your breasts.

It feels so good, your breath flutters at the sensation of Carol's finger encircling the skin around the nipple, but without having direct contact. You of course, are about to protest when Carol’s lips latch onto your nipple, feeling her dancing tongue lick you. ‘Goddddd’ But Carol stops again before you can get lost in the pleasure.

You are so frustrated; you grasp onto Carol’s waist and give her a desperate look, hoping to make her feel pity for you. The amused look she gives you in return leaves you hopeful.

She bites her lips and leans again to meet your mouth in a desperate kiss, leaving you breathless as your tongues entwine in a fierce battle for control. You lost soon into the heated conflict, letting Carol dominate you like always. You begin to think why were you protesting against this in the first place?

You feel Carol’s hand slipping between you two, cupping the fabric in between your thighs firmly, her fingers fumbling with the button of your pants, popping it open and then you hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down and you raise your hips to help Carol to remove your pants. You can’t help but to feel more excited about what’s going to happen next. ‘Sleepy and tired my ass’ You think.

Carol’s fingers begin to trace random patterns on your underwear, you are a whimpering mess, and Carol is clearly teasing you.

"I don't see you complaining." Carol breathes hotly as her hand glides behind your underwear. Her fingers are welcomed by gathering of wetness, Carol smirks, ‘Oh Fuck…’ "And I certainly can't feel you complaining either." She laughs making you blush furiously.

Your body betrays you, and you begin to grind your hips against Carol’s hand, trying to get some friction and pleasure. Carol grins; she knows she has you right where she wants you to be.

Carol leans again and brushes her lips on your neck, scrapping her teeth lightly on your pulse point, making you groan. You tilt your head, inviting her to continue which Carol gladly accepts and continues to roam on your neck with her lips, tongue and teeth.

"And you said you were really tired." Carol says, pressing the heel of hand on your clothed clit.

You inhale and with a shake breath you answer her, "I still am."

"So why aren't you stopping me?" Carol smirks, her voice low and hoarse. ‘Are you fucking serious? Isn't that kind of obvious?’

You whimper as you continue grinding into her hand and Carol puts more pressure.

“Answer me (Y/N)” Carol urges you and press harder making you hiss.

"I-I...urgh, I don't know." You are desperate inside and outside, clutching onto Carol’s shoulders to get more friction, but you know that the more Carol makes you wait, the more you get pushed to the edge and the more powerful the pressure becomes. And the more pressure is that the more build up there is, the bigger the relief when the pressure is finally liberated. It’s kind of sadistic… but you like it.

"In that case, I'll just have to stop." Carol whispers almost wickedly, stopping her movements completely and forcing you to grunt and raise your hips in frustration. ‘Fuck her captain control things…’

She smirks, "Then tell me."

"B-because... it feels rea-ahh, really goodd." You pant, you feel like you are about to burst (Literally), you feel the fire channeling through your veins, your hips swaying to the slow rhythm of Carol’s fingers slowly entering you.

Carol fondles you and plays with your fluids, she leans closer to you, nose to nose, “Does it? I wouldn't have guessed with what's leaking out onto my fingers right now." You groan, but you are speechless. You know Carol has a cocky smirk, but you can’t help but close your eyes as your hips continue to canter.

"But perhaps I should stop, I mean you are tired after all and we have an early start tomorrow so..." Carol pulls away; refusing you the kiss you were waiting for ‘Oh for fucks sake!’

You immediately open your eyes, feeling Carol withdrawing her hand from you and you stop her by grabbing it.

"Just… don't stop." You mutter between breaths. ‘Great now I'm begging, I'm just playing into her goddamn hands. Oh god how I really want those hands…’

Carol smiles mischievously, making you realize is not going to be that simple.

"What's in it for me?"

You clench your jaw, resisting the urge to shove Carol's fingers back where they belong (at least for now), "I'll make you come your fucking brains out afterwards, ju-just please put your fingers back in." You desperate say and Carol grins but continues teasing you.

"And do what with them exactly?" She replies, barely grazing your sensitive flesh with her long, slender fingers, making you whine and whimper.

Aggressively, you grab Carol by the collar of her shirt, pulling her closer until your faces are inches apart and your lust clouded eyes are focused on hers, "Just. Fuck. Me." You demand whispering.

Carol smiles and kisses you on the forehead, "Mmm that's more like it." Carol complies with your wistful commands, returning her fingers inside your heat, not hesitating in thrusting them in a merciless rhythm.

With precision, Carol's thumb automatically finds your bundle of nerves, winding her digit and causing the dwindling pressure in the pit of your stomach to spike to new heights.

Like a religious mantra, you start to chants her name through gritted teeth, digging your feet into the sofa cushions and panting so hard that your head feels light. Your hips buck, taking Carol along for the ride.

You tug Carol’s body close to yours and you crash your lips on hers and Carol’s motions crashes into you with so much passion and fury. The intensity grows as Carol curls her fingers, hitting you deeper.

Your grounds sound through the entire living room as you scratch Carol’s shoulders with your nails. Carol slows her pace upon feeling the increasing resistance of your interior muscles squeezing her fingers. Still twitching, your body jerks along with the gentle withdrawal of Carol’s fingers, feeling the buildup of fluid follow suit and soak through the material of your underwear

Everything is quiet again, except for your desperate breaths. Carol remains close to you, giving some kisses as your hands roam along her waist. The sun is starting to coming up, so you can see Carol’s sweaty and smiling face clearly now.

Carol carefully lifts up her body and stands up, leaving you there. "Hey, aren't you going to stay?" You ask watching her through half lidded eyes.

"Hmm no, I'm going to bed. I'll be waiting for my kiss."

Damn it.’

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Lucifer Season 4 Recap: The Devil’s in the Details

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The following contains spoilers for Lucifer season 4.

Lucifer is the rare show that didn’t reach its full potential until it was canceled. Always fun, supernatural camp, the show reached another level in season 4 following its move from Fox to Netflix.

The first three seasons largely used Ellis’ ability to slip so easily and believably from semi-sleazy boundless cad to genuinely hurt lost child to raging demon to tell the story of the devil’s emotional development from the rejected and perpetually abandoned son of God (and Goddess) to (semi-)self-aware friend, partner, and potential (chaste) lover. In this, he was aided by a cast and characters to play off who made silly moments funnier and touching moments sweeter or more heartbreaking.

Sadly, however, that’s largely all that humans Detective Chloe Decker, douche Dan, Dr. Martin, and quirky forensic scientist Ella were allowed to do. Their characters were given little development. Charlotte theoretically was given some space for movement, but this was largely due to her becoming literally a different character halfway through, and her last-minute heaven-winning transformation felt a bit hollow in the end. Demon Mazikeen and angelic brother Amenadiel fared better, both coming to grips (as foils to Lucifer’s own development) with what their move to the City of Angels meant for them. But still, the primary focus—and thus all that was most interesting—was Lucifer.

But this all changed in season four, when Netflix picked up the show. The move away from broadcast television shortened the season (to 10 episodes, down from a high of 25) but lengthened the episodes, which meant that much of the procedural quality and one-off episodes dropped away and the show focused more consistently on its primary arc, and with it, the development of its characters.

With Lucifer season 5 set to arrive on Netflix on August 21, now is the right time to recap the events of Lucifer season 4.

Chloe Finds God

Season four’s opening scene grabs us immediately and sets the tone for the rest of the season as we watch and listen to Ellis’s Lucifer sing Radiohead’s “Creep” in a montage, night after night, as he slowly disintegrates over time over the loss of Chloe, who has taken Trixie and run away after Lucifer’s true nature has finally been made inescapably clear to her. This absence is quickly rectified when the Detective (Lauren German) shows up at a crime scene unannounced, throwing not just her celestial partner but the whole investigative team for a loop.

She’s been to the Vatican—among other places—in search of answers, although it is never entirely clear what her questions were. Here she has fallen prey to a priest with an agenda. Father Kinley (played alternately with touching kindness and religious hysteria by Outlander’s Graham McTavish) has been tracking Lucifer’s comings and goings throughout history and is convinced that he is every bit as evil and malicious as the Bible has said. Although she does not entirely believe this, she is moved by the argument that, wherever he goes, destruction follows, and he must return to hell. She agrees to help him sedate Lucifer so Kinley can perform an exorcism on him.

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All of this comes to naught, of course, since Chloe cannot reconcile the picture Father Kinley paints of Lucifer with the flawed but essentially good man that she knows, and she backs out of the plan. Kinley retaliates by informing Lucifer of the Detective’s intended betrayal (leaving out the key bit of information that it was and continues to be his plan) in an effort to drive a wedge between Chloe and her partner because he believes that she is the “first love” of a prophecy that promises that “when the devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released.”

Lucifer eventually confronts her and she tearfully admits not only her plan but hesitates just an instant too long when he asks her if she will ever be able to truly accept all of who he is. Here Lauren German is finally given the opportunity to add some real depth to what has too often been a fairly flat character, and she steps up nicely throughout this subplot as we watch Chloe struggle to come to terms with her love for the man developing behind the face of the originary monster.

Lucifer’s Rebound, Eve

Lucifer is crushed by Chloe’s confession, and it is this which jumpstarts the primary plot of season four as we are introduced to probably the most famous of Lucifer’s exes: Eve, who has recently escaped the unending boredom (we are told) of heaven, and is looking to hook up with her former lover. Eve’s conflict, as a character, comes from the fact that she was “created for (Adam). Turns out an arranged existence kind of takes the spark out of things.” She is, apparently, willing to accept all of what Lucifer is—something that he desperately needs at that point—and proceeds to join (or rather lead) him back into the life of debauchery that he was living before he began working with the Detective. Unfortunately for all involved, she seems to also have a fetish for his ability to punish people and actively rekindles his desire to do so, further estranging him from Chloe and the rest of his friends.

Charlie the Marginal Angel

Those friends, however, have their hands full. Dr. Martin and Amenadiel’s all-too-brief romantic alliance, it turns out, has borne fruit: she’s pregnant, though whether she will give birth to a fully human child or a more celestial being is unclear until the very end of the season when we learn that, while Charlie has no (obvious) wings, he likely is, in fact, at least marginally angelic. The angel Remiel does appear at one point to end Linda’s pregnancy by taking the unborn child, as an angel/human hybrid is forbidden, but Amenadiel manages to convince her to leave his family alone. Watching Linda and Amenadiel attempt to come to grips not just with impending parenthood but the uncertainty of their specific type of parenthood (including the VERY timely issue of what it means to be a Black parent to a Black son in America) allows both actors to turn in their best performances on the show to date.

Others struggle to make sense of their places and feelings in a changing landscape.

The Lucifer B-Team

Dan is essentially destroyed by Charlotte’s death at the end of season three and goes on a vengeful crusade against Lucifer, reverting to his corrupt ways in his attempt to alternately punish his ex-wife’s partner for her death—though his rationale for Lucifer’s guilt is murky at best—or cut through procedural red tape on cases. He believes that Lucifer is responsible for another outrage, that of having broken a criminal suspect’s back (which Dan is correct about), but his missteps eventually put Trixie at risk and he continues to spiral down, including trying to provoke Mazikeen into hurting him, as well as starting an ill-advised affair with Ella.

Ella is likewise struggling with Charlotte’s death which has shaken her religious beliefs. Over the first half of the season, we watch her go from being “on a break from the Big Guy” to outright stating that God does not exist. It is likely this which opens the door to her sexual entanglement with Dan. When she learns that Dan is the one who told a suspect’s criminal father that Lucifer broke his son’s back—which led said criminal to send muscle to Lucifer’s penthouse to kill him and catching Trixie in the crossfire—Ella keeps Dan’s secret but tells him he is in pain and needs help.

Mazikeen has had one support after another knocked out from beneath her on the show. First she faced rejection and/or betrayal (in her eyes) from both Lucifer and Amenadiel; then her best friend snuck around with her former lover, and now she has found out that her roommate, Chloe, is only pretending that things are okay between the two of them after the Detective learns of her true nature, and that she is actually keeping Mazikeen’s first friend, Chloe’s daughter Trixie, from being anywhere near her. When she attempts to then base her self-worth on her status as the impending child’s aunt or as Dan’s partner in marginal crime and definite violence, both possibilities collapse, and she’s left rudderless.

Eve’s Original Sin

In the midst of this, Eve has been tempting the Devil, and he is lapping it up, joining her in sexual debauchery and violence-rich punishment of the criminal, though we begin to suspect that Eve cares little about their targets’ actual guilt. This leads to mistakes and escalating estrangement from Chloe, as well as Lucifer’s growing sense that while Eve says she wants him to be himself, her view of who he is is as misguided and ultimately self-serving as the Detective’s was until she saw his true face. He knows that while he has always claimed he is not evil, he is skating dangerously close to becoming so, and as Amenadiel sussed out, an angel’s perception of himself has tangible effects: Lucifer’s wings are back but they are the leathery, horrific appendages humanity has always imagined him having rather than the beautiful ones that left humans awestruck in previous seasons. He becomes intent on stopping his transformation, and knows that this begins with rejecting Eve.

He tries, at first, to tell her of the prophecy, but all she hears is that she is his “first love” and takes it as a declaration of his feelings. He then attempts to get her to leave him, perhaps too guilty at having used her to get distance from Chloe. He turns himself into the prototypical bad boyfriend, forgetting perhaps that adapting herself to her man is her jam. When he finally confronts her, he tells her that he doesn’t like who he is with her, which, while true, isn’t the whole truth as he later admits to Linda: he doesn’t like himself. Full stop. He hates himself and it’s that that fuels his continuing transformation.

Not Standing by Your (Wo)Man

But that’s not his greatest danger. Nor the greatest danger he poses to humanity. Eve’s desire for him drives her to extremes, and after Maze’s standard man-getting advice fails, Eve kidnaps Father Kinley from police custody in an attempt to get him to convince Lucifer that the prophecy isn’t true and they can be together (though her intentions are unclear perhaps because Eve’s thinking is becoming more random and desperate). But Maze finally confronts her with the truth: he doesn’t return her feelings (anymore, Maze realizes, then Eve does hers, the demon having fallen for Eve) and she needs to get over it. But Eve cannot and when Kinley tempts her with the possibility of having Lucifer to herself and rendering the prophecy moot by getting him to return to Hell with her as his queen, she takes advantage of having to kill the priest (in self-defense) by telling him to deliver a message to the demons who control Hell: come get your king.

The demons, able to inhabit the bodies of the recently deceased, begin to possess the dead (starting with Kinley, who is taken over by the demon Dromos). When Lucifer orders them back to hell, informing them he has no actual plans to return, the demons come up with a backup plan: they grab the nearest defenseless celestial (since Hell’s king must be an angel): the recently arrived Charlie. They plan to perform Kinley’s exorcism on Linda and Amenadiel’s son and raise him to rule Hell as they want it run. Lucifer eventually cows them and forces them to return to Hell and all seems to be happily resolved.

Except that just about everyone is either heartbroken or otherwise shaken.

Eve has redeemed herself in the final battle, but knows that Lucifer will never love her. Rather than turn to Maze, she decides she needs to stop trying to define herself by who she is in a relationship with, and chooses to head off on that most quintessential of LA quests: to find herself. Maze is devastated. Dan is left to deal with the emotional fallout of his bad decisions, and while Charlie is safely back in his parents’ arms, it is with a very clear understanding of the risks they face as a family.

And, of course, the long awaited declarations of love between Lucifer and the Detective finally do happen, but only as he announces that he now knows that Hell cannot remain unguarded—that the demons would just return and that they could hurt Charlie or her–and he must go back…with no hope of return.

So thank uh…hmmm…Charlotte(?)…that Netflix renewed Lucifer for a fifth season because, while that would have made for an excellent end to a tragedy, I have now become a fan and am hoping for a happier ending. Now that we know there’s also to be a sixth season, I doubt that we’ll get that type of emotionally satisfying closure this year, but the trailers thus far have promised more than enough of the type of action, angst, and even comedy that has made the show such a favorite. It’ll be a Hell of a ride.

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Remember when I said it was going to be short?

catastrophe it reigns

part one

His eyes don’t open. Alex stares down at Michael’s halcyon features, the order to open his eyes now a desperate plea whispered repeatedly through unrestrained sobs.

Alex continues to apply pressure where the bullet tore through Michael’s skin. There is so much blood it is hard to tell if any still flows from his body. Dried on his hands and flaking away to reveal skin stained with a part of Michael he doubts will ever fade. Pooled beneath them, seeping through his jeans, through the sleeve covering his stump.

His fingers slide over cold cheeks, painting the pale skin red. Alex takes a deep breath to calm the racing of his own heart as he seeks proof that Michael’s still beats. When your heart has beat alongside another for so long, how are you meant to distinguish the two?

Finally he locates a pulse, as slow and uneven as the breaths Michael took when he thought he was speaking to his mother. The final gasping breaths released around words that felt too much like goodbye. Alex ignores all of his training and inveterate survival instincts, and lets the rest of the world fade to white noise. Michael’s heartbeat becomes his sole focus, his mission simple, keep Michael alive until Max and Isobel arrive, because they were on their way, they had to be.

Alex misses the muffled footsteps marching quickly down the hallway. He doesn’t hear the steady beeping of a code being entered. It isn’t until the door behind him falls away that he notices they aren’t alone.

Panic gives way to exaltation when he watches Isobel climbing over them, weaving herself into their tangled mess of limbs and wasting no time. Alex quickly moves his hand off of the wound to give her space. He glances up to where he can sense Max looming over them, just in time to see Flint turn and calmly walk away. His body tenses, always ready for a fight even when he’s not.

“It’s fine. Isobel got to him. He’ll just be waiting at the entrance.” Max barely spares a glance at Alex but offers a tight smile in a weak illusion of reassurance.

Mouth dry and cheeks wet, Alex follows Max’s lead and turns his eyes back to Michael. “I thought she couldn’t control minds?”

“She can’t. There must have been a part of him that wanted to help.” Max speaks as if he’s unaware of the loaded implications in that sentence that Alex can’t even begin to make sense of right now.

Max silently passes Alex his prosthetic and he sets it gently off to the side, not removing the firm press of his fingertips from Michael’s pulse point. He wants to feel it for himself, needs to feel the exact moment when Michael comes back to him. He uses the weak flutters to count the seconds that pass as Isobel works, time moving slower than normal as he waits.

“It’s not working!” Isobel cries, tears streaming down her face, shaking hands covered in blood. Time hasn’t been slowing down, Michael’s heart has. “Max, he needs both of us.”

Alex shifts a little to the right to room but Max doesn’t move from where he continues to stand in the open doorway. His eyes, shining with unshed tears, stay on Michael and his face twists in pain, but still he doesn’t step forward.

“Is,” he looks at his sister, his head tilted in a way that conveys sorrow, remorse, defeat. “We swore we wouldn’t bring anyone else back, it’s too dangerous. He made us swear we wouldn’t, we wouldn’t...he’s gone.”

The last word, whispered on a broken breath, is all the fuel Alex needs to launch himself to his foot, balancing by slamming his weight hard against Max’s tall, broad frame. The impact with the steel door is met with a pained grunt that Alex can’t even find satisfying. One glance at Isobel tells him he’s not alone in his disgust.

“His heart is still beating, asshole.” The tremble in his voice belies the harsh words. “And if it stops, that’s on you.”

There is so much more he wants to say, about how Michael spent months bending and breaking his mind to find a way to bring Max back, how he never once gave up on his brother, how Max has broken promises and gone against nature to save the people he loves more than once, but before he can find a way to articulate any of the myriad of reasons why Max Evans is once again wrong, he is back on the floor, Max now crouched beside him. Alex takes a moment to secure the prosthetic back on his leg, the vulnerability he feels without it something he can’t handle in this situation. His hands perform the rote task blindly, allowing his eyes to never leave the scene playing out only inches away.

Hands glow, lights flicker, pale skin turns golden.

Alex takes his first full breath in nearly an hour only when he hears Michael do the same. His eyes remain closed but despite the blood it is clear he is now only asleep, his chest rising and falling with every blissful breath.

“He’ll wake up soon,” Isobel tells him with a light touch to his arm, her own breathing harsh and ragged in her recovery. Always one step ahead of the rest of them, she rises tremulously to her feet. “As soon as he does, you two get out of here. We’ll be right behind you but we shouldn’t leave all of this blood. Max, come with me.” Her voice turns sharp, takes on a dark quality as she tugs her brother to his feet by his collar, shoving him out the door.

Once they’re out of sight, Alex reclaims his place leaning over Michael. His hands have an agenda of their own, sliding into blood matted curls, brushing over his brow, his cheeks, his throat, touching him anywhere they can. Michael’s skin vibrates with life, that chaos inside of him stirring up a kinetic energy even while at rest.

Fingers gently wrap around his wrist, Michael’s head dipping to press a slow, tender kiss on his palm, his eyes opening and locking onto Alex immediately. Alex can’t contain a bright spark of laughter as relief floods his veins. He helps Michael sit up, resting their foreheads together briefly. Later, the gesture promises.

“Come on,” Alex whispers, voice rough. He licks his dry lips and tastes the residual salt from his tears. “We need to go.”

They help each other stand, doing their best to avoid stepping in the pool of blood at their feet. Michael winces at the sight but grabs Alex’s hand and keeps moving forward. They’ve only made it a few steps out the door when Max and Isobel round a corner, cleaning supplies in hand. Isobel runs, nearly tackling Michael with the force of her hug which he gladly returns. He still keeps one hand wrapped around Alex’s.

“Go, go,” Isobel urges, stepping away and swiping at her tears with the back of her hand. “We’ll come find you when we’re done.” She nudges them toward the exit before ducking back into the room.

Michael approaches Max, his free hand coming up to pat him on the shoulder twice before withdrawing, the only sign of affection either of them are ever comfortable offering the other. “Thanks for saving me.” Michael’s smile is small but genuine.

Max’s eyes land on Alex for a moment before looking away with a flare of regret. He looks at Michael and simply nods, his own smile forced past his guilt. “Go on, get out of here,” he says over his shoulder on his way to join Isobel.

Michael hesitates, glancing at the open door, clearly unsure about leaving his siblings behind in a facility where he was just shot. Alex uses their linked hands to tow Michael along, only stopping as the front entrance comes into sight. Flint stands at attention to the left of the doors, staring forward at nothing in particular. Alex squeezes Michael’s hand while his brain works out a backup plan should things go south. He’s disarmed Flint before, he can do it again.

Together, they take tentative steps toward the doors, neither of them feeling particularly dauntless out in the open as they are. Flint doesn’t move once as they approach and it’s that detail which unsettles Alex the most and keeps him on high alert in anticipation of a possible attack. It isn’t until they are standing right next to him, air trapped in their lungs, that Flint angles his head to look at them, a cordial smile curving his lips, his eyes viewing them as nothing more than harmless strangers.

“Have a good night. Drive safe,” he says before returning his gaze to the opposite wall. Alex’s paranoia kicks in, wondering if this could be a trap, if their car has been sabotaged, if they are really going to just walk out into the cool desert air with no repercussions. He doesn’t let himself relax until they’re in Michael’s truck and headed for the interstate. Even then, he keeps one eye trained on the side mirror and the long stretch of road they leave in their wake.

“I love you.”

Alex whips his head around so fast he thinks it might do a complete 360. Michael’s eyes are focused on the road but wide with hope that Alex will make good on his earlier promise.

“I love you too.” Michael beams, doing absolutely nothing to hide the joy those words bring him. He looks over at Alex for a second, his face so open and alive that Alex wants to cry again. Instead, he leans across the limited space separating them and rests his forehead on Michael’s shoulder, letting the knowledge that he is here and alive calm the growing storm inside him.

He wraps himself in Michael’s warmth, something more than just heat, a fire forged from strength, passion, and overwhelming goodness. That hum of life still buzzing beneath the surface electrifies Alex everywhere they touch. He sighs Michael’s name, his own private thank you to the universe, against the fabric of his shirt when Michael drops a kiss on the top of his head with more gentleness than he’s felt in a long time. These are what he almost lost today and they are what he’s never letting go of again.

#my fic #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #this one is for you nonnie #imma go hide behind a rock now #a big rock with cave paintings of malex #and a pop punk soundtrack

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Toonami Weekly Recap 11/16/2019 (The Forge Edition, Week 2)

My Hero Academia Shie Hassaikai Arc Season 4 EP#65 (02) - Overhaul: Overhaul appears at the League of Villain's hideout to propose an alliance, but Tomura's unease violently delays the plan. Meanwhile, Izuku enters Hero-Work Studies, and with help from Mirio, sets off to apply for Sir Nighteye's agency, who was All Might's former sidekick.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#04 - Joining the Gang: After evading Black Sabbath's attacks, Giorno deduces that the Stand is vulnerable to sunlight and must stay within the shadows. Koichi is also targeted after witnessing the lighter being relit, but he realizes that Black Sabbath is remote-controlled, possessing the same type of arrow that created his Stand. Black Sabbath traps Giorno within the shadow of a tree, but Giorno uses Gold Experience to wither the tree, exposing the Stand to the sunlight and causing it to vanish. The next day, Giorno visits Polpo, who admits him into the Passione organisation. While there, Giorno turns one of Polpo's guns into a banana, leading Polpo to accidentally shoot himself when he tries to eat it. Koichi respects Giorno's wishes not to inform Jotaro of what happened, keeping Giorno's plans secret. Later, Bucciarati takes Giorno to meet the rest of his Stand-wielding team.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba EP#06 - Swordsman Accompanying a Demon: Placing Nezuko in a box he carries on his back, Tanjiro travels with her to the town where young girls are vanishing at night. There he meets Kazumi, whose fiancee Satoko vanished the previous night. Kazumi takes him to where his girlfriend was last seen and Tanjiro begins to track the demon's scent. Kazumi recalls how he was beaten by Satoko's parents, who did not believe Satoko had simply vanished and assumed he had done something to her, realising that Tanjiro is a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. Night falls as Tanjiro continues to track the demon. Another young girl is abducted from her bed, which Tanjiro notices, deducing that the demon travels underground in a liquid medium. Tanjiro and Nezuko fight together against the demon, which has morphed into three separate entities and is capable of "Blood Demon Art" — special spells that demons can use should they gain enough power. Tanjiro recalls Urokodaki informing him of the thousand-year-old progenitor of all demons, as well as the only one who can turn humans into demons: Muzan Kibutsuji.

One-Punch Man 2 EP#06 (18) - The Monster Uprising: Lightning Max loses his fight with Suiryu, and Genos gets a message concerning a lot of monsters around the tournament. Snakebite Snek beats his opponent Benpatsu, and the announcers get messages of a lot of monsters and plan on evacuating the audience, but Bakuzan convinces them not to. Sourface beats his opponent Jakuman, but they part on good terms. Sourface excitedly tells "Charanko"/Saitama that he won, but Saitama had gone to the bathroom. When Saitama faces off against Bakuzan, Bakuzan sadistically describes how he will destroy Saitama, but when Bakuzan touches Saitama's wig and states that he would knock Saitama's "hair" off, Saitama comically punches him out of the tournament in one hit, impressing Suiryu. Genos manages to kill all but one of the monsters-the last one, the Demon-level Awakened Cockroach, barely escaping. With Genos' back turned, he is suddenly attacked by a Mysterious Being. Some of the Hero Association members find Pineapple and Mohican, and they learn that Waganma was captured, but not Narinki. Meanwhile, Do-S successfully manages to brainwash all of Fubuki's henchmen, but Fubuki repels them back. Do-S says she's attacking Fubuki so that she can face Tatsumaki, but Fubuki tells her that when she's hurt, Tatsumaki will know. Right on cue, a monster lands in front of Do-S with Tatsumaki arriving. Do-S orders Fubuki's mind-controlled henchmen to attack Tatsumaki while she flees, but Tatsumaki easily knocks the henchmen into buildings. Tatsumaki gives a lecture to Fubuki that surrounding yourself with henchmen will cause you to become weak before flying away. Suiryu and Sneck face off, with Suiryu casually avoiding Sneck's strikes and questioning his reasons for fighting. He taunts Sneck by telling him that he is ineffectual as a hero, and that he sought power with no particular agenda, with his nonchalant attitude enraging Sneck. However, Suiryu knocks him out with a single blow, musing that no matter what happens, the truly strong will always survive. In the post-credit scene, Garou sees Watchdog Man, Saitama is in the bathroom, and a Dragon-level monster named Gouketsu is revealed to be the one who defeated Genos. Amai Mask's concert is attacked by monsters, a group of monsters are attacking a hospital where Mumen Rider and Tank Top Master are at, a monster named Nyan looks for Puri Puri Prisoner, but the prisoners reveal that Puri Puri Prisoner escaped prison to fight against the monsters, and two monsters named Gyoro Gyoro and Orochi have captured Metal Knight.

Dr. Stone Kingdom of Science Arc EP#13 - Masked Warrior: With their base ingredients obtained, Senku and the others begin producing the other elements for the antibiotic. Needing alcohol for the remaining elements, Senku ends up joining the others in the Grand Bout, which offers alcohol for the winner. Upon arriving in the village for the Grand Bout, Senku is greeted by Ruri, who appears to know his name from somewhere. Magma's henchman, Mantle, kidnaps Suika, ties her to a tree and tells Kohaku that Suika is drowning, prompting Kohaku to run off even while knowing he's lying. As Kinro faces off against Magma in the first round, Suika, managing to escape her captivity and noticing Kinro struggling with his vision, gives him her mask, allowing him to see more clearly and beat Magma.

Fire Force EP#16 - We Are Family: Giovanni sends the two Knights of the Ashen Flame, Flail and Mirage, to kill everyone at Vulcan's workshop. He then finds and attacks Shinra who is on lookout in the forest. Giovanni immobilizes Shinra with a massive electric shock and arranges to have him evacuated. Outside the workshop, Arthur takes on his knightly persona and destroys the multitude of Knights of the Ashen Flame but they are illusions created by Mirage. However, when faced with an illusion of himself, he becomes transfixed and is beaten by Flail. Vulcan tells Sister to leave with Lisa and Yu, however Lisa suddenly reveals that she has been working for the Evangelist and is after the key to Amaterasu which was created by Vulcan's family. Meanwhile, Giovanni bypasses Arthur and enters the workshop where he demands the key from Vulcan and critically wounds Yu to force him to talk. However, Vulcan denies any knowledge of the key and Giovanni loses his temper, repeatedly bashing Vulcan's equipment.

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma Totsuki Autumn Election Arc EP#19 - The Chosen One: The contestants and rules for the Autumn Elections are announced, in which the sixty selected contestants are split into two groups which they must top in order to advance to the tournament phase. Megumi is approached by a girl named Miyoko Hojo, who was interested in her shokugeki with Shinomiya, but becomes disappointed when she hears she was helped by Soma. After learning the first dish of the elections is a curry dish, Soma and Megumi pay a visit to Jun Shiomi, an instructor and Polar Star alumna who specializes in curry and spices. Using Jun's theories on spices, her assistant Akira Hayama, who is also in the elections, demonstrates that preparing the same ingredients of a curry dish in different ways can yield drastically different results. Wowed by the powerful flavors of Akira's curry, Soma becomes determined to beat him in the preliminaries.

Lupin the 3rd Part 5 Enzo Bron Arc EP#22 - Answer Me, Zantetsuken: PeopleLog has stirred doubts within Goemon about whether Lupin sees him as an equal partner, but he still rejoins Lupin, Jigen and Ami to infiltrate the headquarters of Shake Handz on Olig Island in the Republic of Maul. Ami initiates a massive DDoS on the Shake Handz network system to mask their movements, but Enzo has anticipated this event and executes a counterattack. Goemon, left behind to cover the team's retreat, is challenged by Enzo, who fans Goemon's lingering doubts about his relationship with Lupin. Just as Lupin and Ami are about to liberate Fujiko, Goemon intervenes, demanding a duel to clarify things between them. The confrontation leaves Lupin critically wounded, and Ami pleads with Enzo - whom she knows to be her father - to save Lupin's life.

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#95 - Reincarnation: Hundreds of years ago, a young Licht receives his four leaf Grimoire. Patry, a younger elf, asks Licht about rumours that humans are planning to attack their village but Licht assures him there can be peace. Licht saves a human woman named Tetia and meets her brother, a Light magic user who also possesses a four leaf Grimoire. He suggests combining elven magic with human magic tools to create a peaceful elven/human society. Licht and Tetia eventually fall in love, conceive a child and plan to marry. On the day of the wedding the elves are murdered by a Light magic spell, leading Patry to believe Tetia's brother was the murderer. As Patry dies, he sees a distraught Licht cast a forbidden reincarnation spell. Patry awakens centuries later in the body of William Vangeance and realises he is the only one who fully reincarnated. He retrieves a four leaf Grimoire and uses it to reincarnate Rhya, Fana and Vetto into suitable human bodies while passing himself off as the real Licht. To resurrect the entire elven race, Patry began his search for all the magic stones stolen from the elven village. In the present, Patry sacrifices Sally, Rades and Valtos to fuel the resurrection spell while Yuno completes his transformation into an elf.

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Full responses of Melville Candidates

I asked candidates for Melville Mayor and Councilor the following 2 questions:

1) Do you accept that human-induced climate change is a major threat to the world's ecosystems and to human society?

2) Do you support the declaration of a climate emergency by the City of Melville?

When sufficient contact details were provided I attempted to contact candidates by email (at least twice), by SMS, phone call and phone message over 1 week.

Their full responses are below. Responses are listed in the order that I received them. I am publishing these based on the assumption that candidates would want their full responses made public - so that any subtleties to their response are not glossed over. However, if any candidates want their responses removed from this page, they should contact me and I will do so immediately.

In the case of Patricia Phelan, her rating is based on her lack of response as well as several public comments and statements she has made - particularly on Facebook.

SEAN AYRES:

“ Dear Andrew Thank you for your email and I appreciate your passion for the environment. I've done research on our current position and I think Melville already has a very clear policy of acknowledging climate change and reducing its own impact (www.melvillecity.com.au/waste-and-environment/environmental-sustainability/climate-change). The City is signed up to the Planet Footprint Environmental Scorekeeping Service to track greenhouse emissions. We are also one of only 4 local governments in WA signed up to the Global Covenant of Mayors for Climate & Energy (https://www.melvillecity.com.au/waste-and-environment/environmental-sustainability/melville-s-emissions). The City is gradually reducing its footprint through renewable energy installations and reducing power use. Advice to Melville residents to reduce their impact is also easily available. The City of Melville is also leading the way in sustainability, with the Urban Forest strategy, a responsible system of waste management after recently changing to FOGO bins, and runs many environmental restoration programs. With such a strong existing plan, I'm satisfied with the City's approach and its efforts to make real change. Kind regards Sean Ayres

I acknowledge that climate change is a real threat and believe that the City of Melville has a role to play in the effort of reducing emissions globally. I disagree that a declaration of a climate emergency is necessarily the best way to act on this issue. I'm keen to hear proposals that will improve Melville moving forward and hope you stay in touch with council in the future. Kind regards Sean Ayres ”

GAVIN WAUGH:

“Hi Andrew

Thank You for taking the time to contact me

Yes and yes

f I get elected I will be expecting you to be knocking on my door with practical ideas capable of being implemented by Local Government.I do have my own environmental improvement ideas but there is always room for improvement so trading ideas may help us both.I look forward to meeting you after the election.Best wishes in your quest.

Gavin WaughBull Creek Leeming WardCity of Melville”

KATY MAIR:

“ Hi Andrew My reply is yes to both questions? Best wishes “

GEORGE GEAR:

“ Hi Andrew, This is an easy one - yes and yes. Regards, George “

ADAM HEWBER:

“Dear AndrewI believe that a good councillor and a good council, will put the community first in all its deliberation. The three R’s ( Rates, Roads, and Rubbish) , are important, and community and road safety must be high on the agenda, but nothing is as important as embracing the challenges of dealing with a rapidly changing environment that can be expected to increase the occurrence and severity of weather events.The Melville City is relatively fortunate to be far enough away from the coast, and yet close enough to have the benefit of a sea breeze in the summer heat. Previous Melville City councils have done a reasonable job in the past to protect our foreshores, open spaces and parklands for the future. This must continue, and where possible new and innovative ideas must now be employed to replace some of the trees that are removed when infill projects are planned. The time has come where innovative ideas could produce roof top gardens, urban forest and wildlife corridors. If the best currently available science is used, our city could continue to be recognised as one of the most progressive cities in Australia, as has occurred in the past.Now in answer to your question.1) Do you accept that human-induced climate change is a major threat to the world's ecosystems and to human society?Answer: Yes, I do. There needs to be a real effort to reduce burning coal and gas for energy consumption. The transition to Solar power is a slow process, however I believe clean energy is the future. 2) Do you support the declaration of a climate emergency by the City of Melville?Answer: Yes, I do. I believe that the city should not only declare a climate emergency, but also plan how the city can achieve a mission neutral state by 2025.I hope you will agree with some of my statements. If you can assist in promoting these ideas and help in any way, I would greatly appreciate it.Kind regards“

TOMAS FITZGERALD

“ Hi Andrew, Thanks for this message, and the opportunity to respond. 1) Do you accept that human-induced climate change is a major threat to the world's ecosystems and to human society? Yes, I accept the consistent and rigorous scientific evidence that human activity is changing the climate, rapidly, in a way that represents a clear threat to a sustainable environment. 2) Do you support the declaration of a climate emergency by the City of Melville? I would support such a declaration if it came with real, concrete action to reduce carbon emissions in the city. I would not support such a declaration if it was merely a rhetorical device that papers over the status quo. To be clear, we are facing a climate emergency. We need to elect councillors who accept the facts on this, and who will act accordingly. I will be focused on taking action. Thank you for getting in contact, and in particular thanks for the link to www.caceonline.org, which sets out what steps councils can take to reduce their carbon emissions after making such a declaration. I will read that with great interest. Yours sincerely, Tomas Fitzgerald “

JILLIAN HORTON

“ Hi Andrew, Thank you for your email. I am running for the ward of Bateman, Kardinya and Murdoch in the soon Council elections. I do believe the science is clear, that we are in human made climate change which is threatening plants, animals and humans, plus the ecosystems we all live in. If I am elected I want to bring a strong focus to council on ways the city of Melville can reduce emissions and help the environment. I would support a declaration of a climate emergency and actions to help mitigate it. Kind regards, Dr. Jillian Horton Candidate for Bateman, Kardinya and Murdoch. “

GARY CRAWFORD

"Good morning Andrew,

While I freely acknowledge the importance of the environmental issue I have had considerable experience of the operation of the Melville council over the past 6/ 8 years and in particular how Silcox ( together with the substantial support of the vast majority of his management team ) and the Aubrey cabal created an illusion of being a responsible local govt authority while running their own agenda - this City has suffered from being run in a feudal manner by a punitive duopoly.This council over the past 2 years has had the most complaints to the Local Govt standards panel - the over whelming majority of those complaints directed against our independent councillors.Is the metro council with the most complaints in a 3 year period registered with the Dept of Local Govt - and had over 900 service complaints ( from residents / ratepayers ) registered thru its own system.I suspect you are too young to have much knowledge of WA Inc - I was one of the players that helped reveal to the WA community what had been going on.Be it on a somewhat smaller scale we have a repeat here in Melville - hence my dubbing our situation as Melville Inc.So Andrew, I can to report that our Melville council is a very long way from being honest, open and transparent but they have shown themselves to be very capable of strong punitive action against ratepayers who have dared speak out.For the last 4 years I have been campaigning for an open public inquiry into Melville - it is now history that we got nothing of the sort - we got a sham of Department ‘ authorised ‘ inquiry - I came away from my April 2018 meeting with the 2 authorised inquiry officers with a longer list of what they were NOT going to investigate than what they were.Thank you for responding and in turn later today I will look at your petition.

Kind regards,Gary Crawford “

DANTE GIACOMIN

“ Hi Andrew Thank you for your e-mail. I can tell you are very passionate about the topic. With regards to question 1 I believe natural climate change is also at play. I don't believe anything we do will stop that so we are going to have to find ways to adapt to minimise the effects. I don't support the Council declaring a climate emergency. Australians have already done a lot of heavy lifting and incurred extra expense in the process. When I moved to Perth thirty years ago petrol contained lead and Western Australia had the oldest vehicle fleet in the country. When I wiped the inside of my car window at the end of the week there was a black film and I had been breathing in that pollution all week. There was no recycling bins and everything went to the tip. WA now has a very new fuel efficient fleet. My 4 year old car is very efficient and when I wipe the inside of my window it is clean. Very little goes into my general rubbish bin and I have a full recycling bin each week. Those are just two things that have changed in my micro climate. The world's biggest polluter, the USA, has withdrawn from the Paris treaty and the five countries responsible for most of the plastic going into the oceans are all north of Australia. We should be putting pressure on those countries to adopt measures to cut down on pollution. It is the turn of the populations of those countries to make serious changes. I support any measure to make that happen. Kind regards Dante Giacomin RN CMHNCandidate for Bull Creek Leeming ward “

MARGARET SANDFORD

“ Yes and Yes.What concrete actions do you expect City of Melville to take? Regards, Margaret Sandford “

GLYNIS BARBER

“ Hi Andrew,It is without doubt that human-induced climate change is a threat to our Earth. I advocate to be a good role model concerning reducing waste, reducing or eliminating plastic and reducing my carbon footprint. As a teacher - I know the threat of climate change is at the forefront of my students thoughts. And we owe it to the next generation to be actively involved in reducing climate change and protecting our precious ecosystems. If elected by the residents of Bicton, Attadale & Alfred Cove, I will support our Melville Council in their efforts to educate the community on the effects of climate change. I will actively promote this. Kind regardsGlynis Barber “

JAMES BYRNES

“Hi Andrew,As discussed suggest also organise to meet with candidates Gary Crawford and Margaret Sandford.I am still waiting for Marie Curtis contact details, she is local to you in leeming and will forward once I have them.Looking again at fremantle as an example, they formed a Fremantle Youth Network - a group of 15 or so and a petition was not required.Kind regardsJames“

PETER BEST

“Yes And Yes“

MATTHEW WOODALL

“ Hi Andrew, Apologies I thought I had responded to this but perhaps my answer was a little unclear. 1. Yes, I accept that human-induced climate change is a major threat to the world's ecosystems and to human society. 2. At this stage I do not support the declaration of a 'climate emergency' by the City of Melville, however I will continue to push for the City of Melville, and its residents and ratepayers, to take practical and effective steps to reduce our impact on the environment. Kind regards, Matt Woodall “

TIM BARLING

“ Hi Corey,Thanks for following up. Been following the science, the political debate 😑and a climate change activist since before the Montreal Protocol so yes to both!Warm Regards,Tim”

TONY STOKES

“ Hi Andrew, I honestly missed your email. Absolutely YES to both questions. Quite a lot that Melville Council has done already is conducive to your beliefs, I would imagine. Roll-ON Renewables. Kind Regards, Tony Stokes (BKM Ward). “

JOHN WATTERS

“ Thanks for the email Andrew. The delayed response has been due to me needing to find out more on Question 2, particularly from speaking with one of the Councils who have done so. In regards to the responses to your questions; 1. I do accept. 2. I can apply a level of 'in principle' support, but can't fully commit at this stage. I need to be more informed on the actions required around this. I appreciated the link, but it did not complete my understanding. I would be interested to know the views of the 6 Councillors who are currently not up for election from 2017 (4 year terms) given their more privileged access to the inner workings of council which is not readily available to candidates. I trust this assists. Regards John “

JENNIFER SPANBROEK

“Good Morning Andrew

I apologise profusely for emailing you so very late.Bull Creek and Leeming have been under-represented for a number of years now and this lack of representation is what incited me to run for council.The many residents I have spoken to have a number of concerns and my priority, if I am successful, is to give them a voice and assist as much as possible.The most pressing concerns are closer to home with regard to many local issues that are affecting them now eg traffic on Farrington Road, construction of Roe 8/9, safer and secure neighbourhoods, urban infilling, protection of open spaces, no urban development of Melville Glades Golf Club.I have also been actively involved in Neighbourhood Watch (NHW) for City of Melville as a committee member and event co-ordinator for nearly 5 years. In this capacity there are also many concerns that are put forward to me and I would like to do a lot more for the community in this regard.I am also very strong on the need to assist our seniors with improved connections and social groups. The better we are all connected the more quickly we become aware of everyone and everything around us. I am co-ordinating two events for NHW next week, details as follows:Wednesday 2 October, 2019Bull Creek Shopping CentreNHW Information Session10am – 1pmSunday 6 October, 2019Farrington Fayre Shopping CentreNHW Information Session (Bob Taddeo will be helping)10am – 2pmPlease come down and see us. I would like to meet you and any of your supporters. We will have quite a bit of information that you may also be interested in.Bull Creek Community Centre (back of the Bull Creek Library) are holding a coffee, chat morning for anyone wishing to attend on Friday 4 October, 2019 from 9:30am. This is a part of the Chorus Community and I will be there as well to enjoy a cuppa with anyone in attendance. Let’s get connected. Hope you can make it.Thank you for your interest in emailing me and hope to see you soon.

Kind RegardsJennifer Spanbroek”

NICK PAZOLLI

“ Dear Mr Carruthers, As agreed in our phone conversation, I provide the following responses to your questions on the basis that all my comments are published in any communications with your petitioners. I take as given that your claims in your email as to your intent and petition numbers are true and not false statements. Also you have committed to providing me with access &/or a copy of all correspondence / comments you may release to your petitioners as a result of your questions. Question 1: My personal belief is that, on the balance of probabilities, the current science supports the view that human-induced climate change is a threat to human society. I am not in a position to state with any certainty as to whether the extent of that threat is properly classified as “major” and what is defined by your statement of “world’s ecosystems”. Question 2: No Councillor or Councillor candidate can give unequivocal support for the declaration of a climate emergency in the City of Melville or any other issue for that matter. To do so ahead of the presentation of a report and motions to the Council would require such a Councillor to declare a conflict of interest under the Local Government Act and possibly having to abstain from debating and voting on such motions on the basis that the Councillor has a pre-determined, publicly declared, position or bias on the issue. If I am elected and a report / motion comes before Council on the declaration of a climate emergency, then I will give such a report / motion the proper consideration at that time, without any pre-determined position or bias. In addition to the above responses, I must also express my disappointment in your expressed disinterest in any of the many major issues that have impacted the citizens of the City of Melville over the past decade including: - Building of a wave park (now cancelled) that would have resulted in an environmentally damaging, semi-industrial installation on our precious foreshore.- Excessive building heights and dwelling densities for developments in Canning Bridge resulting in significant traffic congestion & environmental impacts.- City of Melville land speculation activities putting ratepayers’ funds at risk.- Lack of effective community consultation on major projects and community issues.- The need for stronger political leadership on Council. You and your petitioners as citizens of the City have a responsibility to take a broad citizens’ view of the issues that impact our community and to exercise their democratic rights to make an informed vote. Regards Nick Pazolli “

RUSSELL AUBREY

“Andrew,

Thank you for your email which I have just received because it was sent to my private email. In such matters, when requested to respond to petitions, I cannot respond as MAyor of the City of Melville without the endorsement of the council.

As a resident of the city you may choose to put your petition to the city for endorsement using the appropriate format.

If you wish to seek assistance in doing this please feel free to make an appointment for me to assist you to start the process.

Best wishes

Russell”

ANN ROBERTS

“Hi Andrew

It is great that you are so passionate and active regarding campaigning for climate change awareness. In the meantime we can keep greening the suburbs, increasing the urban canopy, provide bike-friendly lanes, provide local area transport using electric vehicles and encourage recycling etc. What actions would you consider to be of benefit in tackling climate change at a local government level?

Hi again. I will get to petition today after work as haven’t had access to pc and email. I was thinking too about City of Melville installing more pv solar panels too although WA news is reporting our electricity grid soon will be unable to support increasing generation of electricity from solar panels. My home has both solar pv panels and solar hot water (my husband was an engineer with a solar hot water company.

Cheers

Ann”

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