Part 1
Echo having the last decision is my life, Shyranno's and zaana draws something similar addressed to Omega (I recommend their art, very pretty). I like that Echo is the big brother in domestic situations.
Hunter also needs someone to take care of him and who better for the job than Echo.
I like to draw them and other Clones having a normal life, as it could have been after the war, I imagine it could be difficult or confusing for them, they would go from soldiers to children, since having 10 to 13 years of experience is nothing.
But they never gave us a chance to see that, they were taken out of our hands.
If you have a funny or random interaction that you had with your brothers or friends, I'm willing to draw it, just tell me who you want me to draw them with ;)
I'm all ears.
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a man sues a woman for saying she was abused. she doesn't name him in the op-ed he sues her for. he claims that she abused him. he files the case in a state where it will be televised, even though neither of them live there. youtubers get rich off of explaining how the woman's breakdowns in court means she's crazy. experts explain how the justice system is stacked against DV victims and how that's reflected in the case. laywer youtubers explain how the woman is an abuser, based on what they've learnt from the justice system they are part and parcel of.
domestic violence advocates and experts say that the man shows the hallmarks of an abuser and the woman an abuse victim. people cry out about how society believes women can never be abusers. some people say they were abuse victims and support the man. they say that experiencing abuse qualifies them to identify the abuser, despite having no further experience beyond victimhood. some people say they were abuse victims and support the woman, but they don't count.
domestic violence advocates and experts speak up in an open letter. but the man is famous. he's rich. he's calm. the woman does not act with extreme rationality, which is what we should expect of people reliving extreme trauma. the photos are fake. of course, we shouldn't blame abuse victims for staying in their relationships. but it's weird she tried to go back to him after they broke up. how could she accuse him of abuse after doing that? society is biased against men. the courts are stacked against men.
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~*~*~ more dreamling domestic vacation ~*~*~
(not described but feels relevant to mention: the fact that morpheus left his coat hanging in hob's closet when he left... so this morning he pulled his clothes from the dream of some goth and hob gets to experience his friend in a siouxsie t-shirt and distressed jeans and boots with about fifty buckles. hob is like, i don't know what happened but i'm glad i introduced you to disintegration.)
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“You’re back,” is the first thing Hob says when he opens the door and finds Morpheus there.
Morpheus does not explain himself to anyone, but he feels the sudden urge to explain himself now. Hob Gadling’s surprise is plain on his face. He had not been expected.
“I am,” he says.
“It’s been less than a day,” Hob says, wondering. Happiness breaks over his features as dawn edges over a horizon, slow and radiant.
The reasons for his presence crowd on Morpheus’ tongue—I am still unused to so many dreamers, and your home is so blessedly quiet, and No bed I could craft in my realm would be as comfortable as yours, and—
“I may have… noted your absence,” Morpheus admits.
Hob’s eyes are bright. There is no reproach in them, though Morpheus had indeed left him not more than a day ago; no sense that he is put-upon by Morpheus’ swift and unannounced return. There is only… awe, Morpheus thinks, however tentative. Hob is looking at him the way one looks at a wounded animal they have lured close with a scrap of food held in the palm of an outstretched hand—as if thrilled the ploy has worked, as if any sudden moment will undo the miraculous progress of trust.
Morpheus is uncertain how he feels about being looked upon this way. He is no animal; but the heart housed in this fickle waking body feels like an animal’s heart, skips and stutters over its beats at the sight of Hob Gadling leaning on the doorframe in his pyjamas with a half-eaten slice of toast still pinched between his fingers. There are crumbs on the front of Hob’s shirt and his feet are bare, toes curling into the welcome mat. His shape speaks of the very softness, the very comfort Morpheus had so felt the loss of as to make twenty hours alone in his own realm an agony.
There is no ploy here; only the unfurling of the warm smile Morpheus has learned, over the last fortnight, that he can draw from Hob seemingly at random, and with shocking ease. Today, the sentiment tucked in the curve of his lips looks so clearly like relief that Morpheus can almost feel at ease about imposing.
Come back any time, he’d said. Any time you like. Any time you need. Any hour. My home is your home.
There was, perhaps, never any need for Morpheus to worry. Perhaps.
“Come in,” Hob says, “please.”
He steps aside to make space for him, and as Morpheus crosses the threshold, he feels the tension already beginning to slip from his shoulders.
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Neither SEBASTIAN nor your master were due home for a couple of weeks, so needless to say, you’re surprised to feel someone slipping into bed beside you only a few days after they’d supposedly set sail.
“Don’t be frightened, my dear.” It’s whispered against your skin with a kiss, unmistakably your beloved’s voice. “It’s just me. My apologies; the young lord and I are home rather a bit early.”
That’s an understatement. They were supposed to be away for three weeks, and here he is after three days. You roll over to face him immediately, though. You’ve missed him even for that short time. “That’s not something to be sorry for,” you chuckle.
When you kiss him, his lips rise to meet yours, and he seems so... tired. That’s not an adjective you’ve ever used to describe him before... that it’s been called to mind now is strange. “I missed you. Is everything alright?”
He murmurs into the kiss, “We had a bit of an incident aboard the ship. Unfortunately, it ran into an iceberg.”
“An iceberg?! Oh, my God, are you and Lord Phantomhive okay?” Though he doesn’t seem worried, that news is troubling at best.
“Shh, shh. We’re fine, my darling.” He kisses you again, as if for reassurance that he’s here. “Our master simply thought it... wise... to return rather than book another cruise.”
Well, that’s Ciel. Pragmatic as always. “Thank God. Although,” you tease, “now that you’ve told me that, I’ll never let you go again.” You circle your arms round his waist, pulling him in against you.
When he lets out a groan of discomfort, you know something isn’t quite right here. “... Sebastian? You’re hurt, aren’t you?”
The look in his eyes suggests that he knows there’s no sense trying to lie, even though he considers it. “Regrettably... I was injured helping the young lord escape. You needn’t worry... the worst of it was quickly patched up before we got back to town. It’s just a bit tender, is all.”
“No, no, let me see, sweetheart.” Thankfully he gives no real protest, so you carefully undo the buttons of his shirt. It reveals an angry-looking wound on his side, somewhere between his stomach and chest. It’s been stitched up and cleaned, but it’s still very red and irritated, likely just because it’s a new injury.
You brush the tips of your fingers against it as if inspecting the handiwork of whoever did it. The gesture earns a quiet gasp and a wince from your beloved, prompting you to pull your hand away. “Oh, Sebastian, look at you! Oh, you poor thing. What on Earth happened?”
When you look into his eyes, he’s staring at you with a kind of wonder in them. It seems as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with all the concern you’re giving him. Like he’s surprised to be treated gently. “It doesn’t matter. Please don’t worry. The master has been rather generous; he’s instructed me to simply rest for a week. I’m sure this will heal well in that time.”
“Aaah. I can’t believe... oh, God, my poor dear.” You’re kissing him again in an instant, cupping his cheek with your hand and pressing against him as firmly as you dare. “You don’t worry, alright? I’m going to take good care of you. You’re going to stay in bed and not lift a finger, am I clear?”
A low chuckle reverberates from his chest. “Crystal, my darling. You’re far too kind to me. I suppose some sleep is in order, then... would it be alright for me to be so selfish as to ask if I might lie in your arms?”
You smile and kiss his forehead, guiding his head down toward your chest. One hand stays there, running gingerly through his locks, and the other stays round his waist, being cautious in the way you hold him. “That isn’t selfish... poor love. You just get some rest... I’m right here if you need anything, okay?”
His eyes go wide for a second at the contact, then he seems to settle. “Ah... if you insist. Thank you.” After that, his eyes flutter closed. “I do believe... I have never needed your care before, have I? It might be an interesting experience.”
“Silly boy.” You let your lips come down atop his head, and with your arm around his waist, you begin to run your fingers half-curled up and down his spine. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything at all.”
Within a few minutes, you manage to fall back asleep, and Sebastian is left with little but his thoughts.
Well, his thoughts, and your heartbeat.
Steady against his ear, it’s something he’s never heard before. Not this close. None of his former masters or lovers ever offered him something so... incredibly... soft. He’s never laid with his head upon someone’s chest, listening and feeling their heartbeat.
It’s a beautiful thrum, so strong and so fragile. That duality is something he’s always lived for.
... And you. You.
He lets his eyes remain closed, and for the first time in hundreds of years, burdened by pain and love, the demon sleeps.
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A now for something short and sweet ...
And the Award goes to ...
@entanglednow for 'The Second Law of Thermodynamics'
Read the fic critcs are calling: "Hilarious and In-Character", "The most probable fanfic ever", "Witty, fun, heartwarming ... stunningly written", "So Cozy! XD", "Actually believable!", "I keep coming back!", "My asexual heart is doing somersaults", ""Above and beyond, my favourite fic"
(and I recommend continuing the series ... so good!) This fic deserves thousands more kudos than it has, but then again ... maybe everyone that reads it, reads it ten times like I have??? and then forgets they can give second kudos (and third and fourth and fifth!)
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