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Still~ thinking about Time Travel~☆
Bruce would... wait... ACTUALLY??? EVERYONE would fuckin give a LIMB to "go back and Do It Right"(tm)?
Oh :Dc Oh No~ that's a FANTASTIC thought~☆
Some big Everything's Fucked Event. Like when Superboy Prime PUNCHED REALITY and broke it, bringing Jason back. Maybe some shit head reality warper collecting the seven sacred McGuffins or what have you. But they? Can't stop him.
Some of them last longer then others. But the idiot BROKE reality. And eventually? It resets itself.
But!
Tim died BEFORE the Break. Everyone else died AFTER. It was Heroic, of course, tried to destroy the last object before the reality warper could get it. But the bastard already had 6. He got Tim first.
And... they had all been drifting apart. Strained relationships, traumas upon traumas. Never knowing what to SAY. Wanting to fix things. Always somehow making things worse. Trying to do better. And then?
Tim is just... just GONE.
Then they die, Reality in fragments. Like some fucked up Alice in Wonderland fever dream. And? Wake up at different points in their own history.
Bruce blinks. And there is Tim. Tiny and determined to save him from himself. He's so small.
Bruce is collapsing to his knees and dragging him into a hug before he can think of anything else. His son. His boy. Tim. Warm and perfect, uncertain as he awkwardly hugs him back.
And this time he's a better mentor. Past mistakes always haunting him. Better food, better teaching, better gear. Better body management. Stretching and massages. Bruce is... obsessive, unsurprisingly, over Taking Care of Tim. He can't fail again. HAS to be better.
It's inevitable, that it gets weird. Started OUT invasive, after all. Since sexual wellness IS important to mental and emotional regulation, that has to be scheduled too. What do you mean "you don't"? Robin, it's stress relief.
Of course Bruce will show you. Yes of COURSE he's going to get you toys, show you how to use them. No, no, you're doing it wrong. Not like THAT, like THIS. See how he's doing it?
All so very educational.
But! Oh no! What if Robin wants to DATE? It was a disaster for him last time. Bruce better show him. And obviously if he's already doing THAT, he should show him how to put the moves on someone. And since we're doing THAT, it's only reasonable to follow through. Robin can't patrol distracted! That's not safe!
So he HAS to fuck him.
And really, if he's done it ONCE, he might as well teach him what he knows. Who better, then someone Robin can trust?
Which is what Dick stumbles into. Somehow in the past. With an even MORE neurotic Bruce who's-! Who's-! He'll KILL YO-! Heeeey there Timmy! Just need to talk to Bruce real quick, so... huh?
And that's when it hits Dick like a gut punch? That THIS Tim? No ugliness between them. Is excited to see him. Greets him with a hug. Warm and cute and bouncy. Wants... wants help... practicing...
Dicks eyes shoot to Bruce. Back to Tim. He keeps his Nightwing mask, firmly in place as the part of what he WANTS fight like dogs inside him. He shouldn't. Needs to stop this NOW. It's already WAY out of hand...
Y-Yeah, Timmers, of course he'll help.
What're big Brothers for?
And Tim is terrible at riding him. Gets too overwhelmed and freezes up, again and again. Is so SENSITIVE. It's so cute Dick can barely stand it, as he lifts and sinks him down. Watches him pant and squirm. Let's him cling like Dick is the only thing holding him together.
He's never been harder.
Jason, of course, could really only blink awake in one place. Because his luck is SHIT. Titans Tower. He thinks it's hell. Purgatory maybe. A punishment for what he did here. Goes to face it. Only...
Where's Timbers?
In his room. Having "Me Time". Face down, ass in the air, vibrator set to "Destroy Me". He didn't notice SHIT when the power cut. The world could end but until he's gotten off? Robin's not here right now, leave a message.
Jason decides this is a very fucked up wet dream to have while Dying, but? Screw it.
So he invites himself to the party. Pants open, cock out. Vibrator removed. World rocked.
He fucks Tim's hot little puss just the way he's always wanted too. Deep and with intent to fill it. Then he has his perky little ass, just cause. Fills that too. Eventually realizes this is NOT the afterlife or a dream, but is too busy pounding the best fuck of his life to care.
Cares a LOT more when an Out For Blood Half Kryptonian RIPS the door from the wall, along with the frame and some of the wall itself. While he is balls deep in Robin. Whoooo he may have fucked sopping wet and sloppy. While being a notorious Crime Lord.
Oh, Right.
He should ru-Shit! *sounds of Wrath And Kryptonian Violence*
It DOES bring the family back together. Even if Kon vows to NEVER forgive or forget. Hisses like an outraged cat at the mere mention of Red Hood. But things are great! Then Talia does what she do. Fucks up Bruce's mental health. THIS time however, he was aware it was coming.
And Damian, last Survivor of the Bat Clan, blinks into awareness to Tim offering him his hand. Excited to have a little brother.
Ah. Timothy looks... young. He no longer feels threatened by him, as he once did. Damian grew up. He shakes his hand. Is WELCOMED. Doted on.
Finds himself... Timothy's? Favorite? The baby of the family. None can touch him. One look and Timothy will come snarling to his defense. He need only pout and all will be delivered to his feet. Hilarious, how different it could have been.
But.
He is not blind. He is not the only one back in time. And the changes...
He can not argue that the family is not CLOSER, but must they act like animals? Panting after Timothy? Yet on the other hand... being so doted upon? Has brought up... feelings.
So... awkwardly... he, like a child who's had a bad dream, shuffles into Tim's room in the night. Is welcomed with open arms. Cuddled, fingers running through his hair, as he with fumbling hands explores. Guided in and pulled into Tim's arms, so he can rutt desperately into Tim's body, while Tim sleepily holds him close.
Random sparks of pleasure shooting through Tim's body as Damian manages to thrust just right, every so often. Praising him regardless. Because he's doing so good, is Tim's precious younger brother.
Letting Damian cum himself exhausted before getting himself off. Damian dazed and worshipful, clinging as dozes off. Dick finding them in the morning and pouting because this means no Morning Fuckies. Damian's totally gonna hog Tim's attention.
Being right.
Bat Clan Wars over Timmy Time. Tim playing the mediator. That leading to sharing.
Better More Tim Fucking Time Line!
What say you?
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all of them using time travel to act on deeply repressed feelings for tim they never acted on before 😍😍😍!!
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RAAHHH AMERICA (lafayette pt.3)
welcome back to this i guess. i can guarantee you the whole revolution will take several posts because this is by far the longest part of my notes (obviously) soooo there will still be quite a few more of these posts for @thereallvrb0y because i still have Hamilton to do after this! that will be fun im excited. so anyway, if you missed pt. 2, here you go, and lets get right into it
Arrival in America and Becoming a Major General
Lafayette and his posse landed on the shore of North Island off the coast of South Carolina, and they were... lost! They couldn't find anyone, so they rowed further inland to try to find any sign of civilization, and they found enslaved black men fishing for oysters, and they brought them back to the plantation house.
From there, they traveled to Philadelphia. There's a common theme throughout the Frenchmen's accounts: everyone fucking loved Lafayette. Like literally everyone was so happy to see him, but literally hated the other French guys with him, so everyone else was really uncomfortable but Lafayette saw nothing wrong with what was going on.
The reason why the Americans were so hostile to the other Frenchmen was because of Silas Deane. I mentioned in pt. 2 that Deane did not do any research into whether or not Lafayette had qualifications, and he did that with every other French officer he sent over. and he sent. a lot. There was one particular incident where he sent some French engineers that ended up being completely incompetent, and when the public (and Washington's staff) heard about that, they were like "okay, we're done with the French"
But Lafayette was different because, again, he was so fucking rich. Everyone saw him as a symbol of French alliance, and a sign of hope that maybe, with foreign assistance, they could win the war. Of course, they didn't know Lafayette was there illegally, but yk. it was something.
By the way, literally everything went wrong on every journey this group went on. From North Island to Charleston saw several of the party getting sick, losing horses, risk of being mugged, and having to walk BAREFOOT through the woods at one point.
Then, on the 650 mile trip from Charleston to Philadelphia, it got. worse. They started out with 12 officers and servants in open carriages. The carriages broke after four days, they had to leave behind their luggage, and continue on horseback. Over the next 10 days, their horses collapsed, they got sick again, and everything continued to go horribly wrong.
“I started out brilliantly by carriage… we are all on horseback, after having broken the carriage, in my usual laudable fashion, and I hope to write to you in a few days that we have arrived on foot.” -Lafayette to Adrienne
The trip began on June 26, 1777, and they arrived in Philadelphia on July 27. The principal driving force for them to not give up and turn back was how enthusiastic, optimistic, and determined Lafayette was. The entire time they were literally passing out from exhaustion and exposure, Lafayette was having a grand ole time. He wasn't immune to all the horrible shit they were experiencing, he just acted like he was. He was just. so happy to be there.
So, they arrived in Philadelphia, the current seat of the Continental Congress. And they thought "oh, okay, we'll just go to the president, show him our papers, and we'll be given a command! right?"
Wrong.
They arrived at John Hancock's house, but he was like "what the fuck are these homeless french dudes doing at my house dressed in rags, get them out and take them to Robert Morris" (bc they had to get rid of their luggage and it was the summer they were kinda wearing the least amount as possible and were covered in filth)
Also btw the reason Hancock referred them to Morris was bc Morris was a member of the Committee of Congress for Secret Correspondence, and so he handled Deane's illegal bullshit, one of which was Lafayette being there
So, the French Gang (tm) went to Independence Hall to meet Morris, but didn't even get inside (James Lovell was also there because he spoke French). Lovell explained what happened with the engineers, basically telling them "yeah sooo we don't really trust French people anymore whoops"
The French Gang was like "what ze fuck" and they were like "okay goodnight!" so they went back to their accommodations, but the next day Lovell and WILLIAM FUCKING DUER showed up and were like "uhhhh hey guys so we actually made a mistake, but if you're willing to negotiate, Mr. Marquis de Lafayette, you could be a major general!" And Lafayette didn't question the sudden change, and went into negotiations.
By the way, the reason they changed their minds overnight was PROBABLY because Benjamin Franklin's letter of recommendation had arrived telling them "that Lafayette guy is RICH. AS. FUCK. do whatever he wants that you realistically can because he is literally so rich, you want this guy to like you." They literally just wanted an in with Versailles.
Alsooo this really only benefitted Lafayette, like Congress didn't make any offers to Lafayette's comrades, so most of them went back to France. so. that kinda sucks.
George Washington and His Staff
General George Washington was um. in a rough spot. Stationed in Chester, Pennsylvania, near Philadelphia, he had a lot on his hand, namely worrying about whether or not the British were going to try to attack the seat of Congress. This is the pre-Laurens era for the aides de camp, so we got Alexander Hamilton, Tench Tilghman, Richard Kidder Meade, Robert Hanson Harrison, John Fitzgerald, Joseph Reed, Caleb Gibbs, and another guy that was so sick I can't even remember his name, for Washington's staff.
One big issue being faced by Washington's staff was the issue of French officers.
"We are already greatly embarrassed with the Frenchmen among us... It were to be wished that our agents in France, instead of courting them to come out, were instructed to give no encouragement but where they could not help it... Be assured, Sir, we shall never be able to satisfy them [The French]; and they can be of no use to us, at least for sometime. Their ignorance of our language, of the disposition of the people, the resources and difficiencies (sic) of the country, their own habits and tempers—all these are disqualifications that put it out of their power to be of any real use or service to us." -Alexander Hamilton to William Duer, May 6, 1777
These sentiments were shared by General Washington. I mean, Washington's staff had dealt with the French engineers problem, and so they definitely were under the impression that all the French guys being sent over from Deane's office were just underqualified noblemen who thought they were better than everyone else. They definitely thought this about Lafayette at first.
On the complete other extreme, Lafayette was amazed by Washington the first time they met at City Tavern in Philadelphia on July 31. He thought he was absolutely incredible and an amazing leader. Pretty soon, Lafayette integrated himself in Washington's office, which was actually on par with orders from Franklin who basically told Washington "this guy CANNOT die because he will be FINANCIALLY FUCKED if he does", so they put him in the safest possible place in the army.
And that lasted about a month, until the Battle of Brandywine in September 1777.
Active Military Service
Prior to Brandywine, British General Howe had somehow disappeared, until he arrived at the Head of Elk, Maryland in late July with 17,000 British and Hessian troops under his belt, making their way northeast towards Philadelphia.
Blocking the British troops from reaching Philadelphia, 10,500 Americans were positioned along Brandywine Creek, knowing the British would likely cross at Chadds Ford. For his protection, Lafayette was positioned at the rear with General Sullivan's division, which, they thought, would see the least amount of action.
The battle began by late morning, and it was very foggy out, which was always a recipe for disaster. Contrary to their expectations, they ended up facing only half the British troops at Chadds Ford, while Howe lead a second column further north, attacking the Americans at the rear, where Sullivan was stationed.
Everything quickly devolved into chaos as the Americans were taken by surprise, and couldn't really see clearly because of the fog. Lafayette was trying to rally the confused troops before he was shot in the left calf with a musketball. He attempted to continue fighting, but an unidentified aide forced him off the field.
This was literally the best possible thing for Lafayette's PR. Everyone was so pleasantly surprised by the fact that a French nobleman had taken a bullet for the American cause, and it would be key to Lafayette getting his own command (finally).
Lafayette was put in a small Philadelphia town called Bethlehem to recover from his wounds. He spent a lot of his time learning about the local religious sect, the Moravians. This is the first instance I can find of Lafayette's interest in anthropology. (btw they almost convinced him to join this religion and im like. not convinced that this isn't a cult. keep that in mind, lafayette almost joined a possible cult).
He also spent his time writing letters to French relatives and officials, advocating for the American cause. While he wasn't successful necessarily in the specific endeavors he was attempting, but this established himself as an intermediary between France and America! which is super cool!
Lafayette would rejoin Washington's troops on October 9, and would soon be named the commander of his own division on December 1, right before the Continental Army would go into winter encampment at Valley Forge *epic clifffhanger sound effect*
#history#amrev#marquis de lafayette#george washington#alexander hamilton#john laurens#lafayette#american history#washingtons aides#amrev history#frev#french history#french revolution#american revolution#battle of brandywine#do it for richie 💪
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I’m down to talk Team Minato splits Au so on the alive Sakumo how does he feel seeing his pup who he mourned thought was dead and is standing healing with Hatake white chakra tinted green with medic jutsu berating a Jonin for being stupid. ?? I wanna in depth about this Sakumo does he talk to Edo tensai Sarutobi??
And more of Gai feeling about his rival??
During the fight between Obito and Rin both arguing over Kakashi does he make his presence heard by them demanding that they stop because they’re both stupid or??
Edit: I did not realize this was a 'submission' and not an 'ask' so i accidently just posted it. whoops.
Anyways.
Sakumo feels horrible seeing his pup. He feels like he failed him, and wasn't there for him (though there's also the side of it where he was there to help Kakashi grow, but let's go with a route where Sakumo survives and thinks he has lost his son). He hates knowing that his son was alive and was never able to reach out to him. To connect with him, no matter how much he may have wanted to. However, he also feels proud. Proud that Kakashi choice the medical path and excelled at it. Proud that Kakashi continues to wield a Tanto and makes it his own while also being incredably proficient at Jutsu's with hundreds or even thousands of jutsu's under his belt and all five chakra natures (which is an impressive feat given only a select few shinobi manage to learn all five chakra natures. not even Minato, a genius, had all five under his belt)
Sakumo does talk to Edo Tensei Hiruzen. Well, 'Talk' is a nice way of putting it.
He's angry
Upset that he was treated as the villian. the failure, for daring to put his teammates first when Hiruzen too good people and turned them into fooder for a war that none of them agreed to take part in. He's furious that he was shamed for having a heart instead of being a mindless shinobi who put the village above everyhting, including his precious people. He's angry that Hiruzen allowed Danzo to get away with so much (oh boy does he learn a lot of what Danzo did from Yua and later on Kakashi (who gathers intel).
As for Gai's feelings, they are complicated.
He very much has an image of Kakashi in his head that is left unchallenged for years except by people who knew nothing about his rival. He remmembers Kakashi as being arrogant and rude, but talented and determined. So when he meets Kakashi again and see's this man who is kind, offers mercy, chooses his words carefully, Gai's head is spinning. (Cannon Gai got to see the slow progressiong from asshole brat to kind goodhearted adult Kakashi. TMS AU Gai did not get to see this progress, he just gets slapped in the face with the reality that this is how Kakashi is now, and that he loves him just the same (and wholey shit was he not ready for the realization that he loved Kakashi),
Kakashi with the issue of Rin and Obito is... interesting. Kakashi does sort of tell them to stop fighting over a dead man and get over themselves, but they both dismiss him pretty harshly as not knowing what he's talking about and having no place in this conversation. It's not until his mask breaks off and his face is revealed that his words really sink in for Rin and Obito.
And i think this is where Obito would start to faulter on his stance. Like his still fully believes the shinobi system is broken and in desperate need of fixing, but he also has the person he started all of this for right in front of him, and it's his actions that are ultimatly killing Kakashi.
Not the shinobi system (though it has done its damages), but his drive. his dream. his desire to wipe away everyone's pain and place them into a genjutsu dream.
He had wanted to do it partially to preserve Kakashi and save him in a way, but now he's faced with the reality that Kakashi has to DIE for him to achieve this dream and he's not sure he's ok with that.
He doesn't change sides right away (we still need a Kakashi vs Obito fight after Isobu just barely manages to save Kakashi from death in a similar way to how Bee was saved) but he does start to rethink his determination to see this plan through.
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Big Papa 3
Work had been pretty busy the past few weeks for both Jax and me, and it wasn’t too often that our lunch hour matched up. If he wasn’t putting in extra hours at TM, he was off doing something for the club, but I guess that’s how it goes when you’re the VP and your stepdad is Prez. So, when I got a call from Jax saying he had a few minutes for a quick lunch, I did what I had to in order to make it happen. We had only a few minutes, so I stopped at Burgers and Sweets, picked up our go-to fast meal, and made my way to the clubhouse. I was about to tap on the door when I overheard Jax and Clay talking.
“No, Clay, I’m telling my wife I’m going to jail so she isn’t worried sick when she watches Agent Stahl cart us all over to Stockton. I want her to know it’s not real. That’s what me and Opie have been telling you for weeks! If this plan actually goes through, we don’t want our wives thinking we’re lookin’ at serious time.”
Clay had just started to respond to Jax’s comments when Chibs saw me, and I had to act like I wasn’t listening.
“Aye, love,” he said, giving me one of those friendly but awkward half-hugs. I’m sure he knew what I was doing but was trying to play it off like he didn’t notice me pressed up against the door.
Just then, the door swung open, and Clay and Jax stood there with annoyance painted across their faces.
“Hey, guys!” I said, “I brought lunch!”
“Hey, darlin’,” Jax said with a sigh, planting a quick peck on my cheek.
“Hey Amber,” Clay put his sunglasses on, “I’ll need to take a rain check on the fast food; Gemma has me countin’ calories.”
“No problem—” I started to answer.
“Well then, no one will mind if I claim the president’s platter then, aye?” Chibs said, smiling while plucking the other bag from my hand.
“Of course not, have at it,” I said.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to hit the road,” Clay walked past us toward his bike, “Jax, you think about what I said. Amber—”
“Yea, Clay?” I responded.
“Nice to see you out and about again. You look fabulous under the beautiful, Charming sun.”
I could feel the tension between them as he mounted his bike. It was all I could do just to smile and nod thankfully.
Jax nodded at Chibs with that angry yet determined look in his eye, grabbed my hand, and led me back to his old clubhouse bedroom. I started on him as soon as he shut the door, trying to keep it civil.
“Has that greedy old bastard lost his damn mind!” I exclaimed.
“Pretty much.”
“I can only assume this has been the root of your grumpiness lately?” I asked.
“Me? Grumpy? No – never,” he tore into the take-out bag and grabbed his burger.
“Don’t really wanna talk about it, huh?” I already knew the answer.
“Not really. Just got done talking about it, and frankly, it has me a little pissed off.” He took a huge bite, almost as if he was telling me to just eat and keep my mouth shut.
“Okay, then you listen, and I’ll talk.” I moved closer to him.
“Have at it.”
“So, I don’t know shit about whatever the plan is here, but what I think I know is that he thinks Donna and I will blow your cover if we don’t act genuine in front of the law? Sound about right?”
Teller nods at me, taking another massive chunk out of his sandwich. At this rate, he’ll have housed the whole thing in less than five bites.
“Tell me this. When did he so damn greedy? Is this even a good look for the club? And before you go off thinking that I don’t know what’s going on, you’re absolutely right. But I do have a pretty good idea, so don’t go thinkin’ I’m just going to let this alone.”
“Okay,” he said with his mouth full of food.
He kept chewing, and I sat there, waiting for him to say more.
“Well?” I eventually pushed.
“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about this right now. At least give me some time to cool off. Can’t we just have a nice lunch? We never get to do this anymore.”
“No problem, I’m sorry. But later, I want you to tell me what’s been going on, deal?”
“Absolutely. Til then, what do you say we take this party out to the picnic table?” he said, taking hold of my wheelchair and leading me outside. “Clay was right about one thing, though.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked.
“You do look fabulous under the Charming sun.”
The rest of the lunch was pretty nice. We talked about nothing in particular and instead enjoyed each other’s company while catching up on current events and the gossip around Charming I picked up while getting my hair done over the weekend. As our little date was coming to an end, we both had to get back to work. We cleaned up and said our goodbyes, but when Jax leaned in close to kiss me, he playfully growled into my ear. Then he kissed my head, got up, and strutted off back to the garage.
He knew that he absolutely drove me wild when he did that, and he was blissfully aware that he was exciting me right before we had to part ways.
“Oh, I see what you’re doing, Jackson Teller.” I scowled at him.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Just you wait, mister. You’re getting it when you get home tonight,” I wheeled myself over to the car, trying not to let him see me blushing.
“Good,” he yelled back, “I hope I do!”
“That cheeky little bastard, I can’t believe he did that, “I mumbled, pulling out of the Teller Morrow parking lot.
Later that night, I was lying in our king-size bed, the moonlight shining through the window. As soon as he came through the door, I quickly reminded him that he had yet to receive punishment for his little flirty stunt at TM after lunch.
We wrestled around on the bed a little until I decided to kill the mood by once again addressing the elephant in the room.
“So, you’ve had plenty of time to cool down,” I told him.
“I guess. And you still wanna talk about it?” he asked, running his fingers down my arm.
“I hate to ruin the mood, but knowing that whatever is going on between you and Clay is eating you up inside destroys me.” I kissed his chest, doing my best to keep him calm and trying not to retrigger his anger from earlier.
“I love you, babe,” he pulled me closer with one arm.
“I love you too, big papa,” I responded.
“Can we do this in the morning? Over some breakfast, perhaps? I’m really tired, darlin’, and I think it’d be better if I slept on everything before I unbox it all.”
“Of course,” I whispered, and we were fast asleep within minutes.
The following morning I awoke to an excellent breakfast prepared by my husband. It included all my favorites, eggs, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit, and orange juice.
“This looks so good!” I told him, but I wasn’t willing to put off this conversation any longer. “Look, I know that I’m on a need-to-know basis, and I’m cool with that, but if something has you this upset, this worried, where you’re constantly being short-fused and lashing out, then I need-to-know.”
“Fair enough,” he sighed, setting my plate down in front of me before joining me at the table. “I talked with Clay on the phone this morning.”
“And?” I pried.
“And Opie, Bobby, Tig, I, Clay, and juice will stay behind to help look after everything here, including you, Donna, the kids, and Gemma. And then— well, you know.”
“Okay?”
“I would think Clay would want us to know. I get he wants our reactions to be real, but it’s really strange to keep Gemma in the dark, isn’t it?”
“I know,” he shakes his head, stuffing bacon into his face.
“She’s like the unsung matriarch of the SOA. Is he unaware of the shitstorm he will bring on himself once Gemma finds out he’s keeping her in the dark?”
“Oh, I brought that to his attention too. As has Chibs and Bobby as well.”
“And he still thinks it’s a good idea?”
Jax nods.
“Perhaps jail will be the safest place for him once she finds out, huh?” I said jokingly.
“I’m not so sure three concrete walls and some steel bars would keep Gemma out,” he jokingly responds.
“Well, is the plan definite, or are you still working out the details.”
“Working out the details,” he said with a mouth full of food, “that’s the part we keep getting stuck on.”
“Will you tell me when you know or…?” I asked curiously.
“Of course, darlin’. Look, Opie and I have this worked out; we just need to convince Clay that it’s the right play. At the end of the day, we want to make sure you and Donna are aware of the truth.”
“I appreciate that,” was all I could think to say, being careful not to pry too much. “And Gemma? Are you going to tell her?”
“She’ll be pissed when she finds out we knew, but that’s a bed that Clay has to lay in. It’s not my place.”
“Oh,” I took a bite of my eggs. “Can we afford this?”
“Financially, you don’t need to worry about a thing. Remember that stack of cash in the back of the dresser drawer?”
“Yea. Okay,” I nodded. “Can I ask one more question, if that’s okay?”
He didn’t say anything; he just smiled and squeezed my hand.
“How long?”
“Two months,” he said.
I kept telling myself that it’ll all be over before I knew it, but deep down, I already knew it would feel like an eternity.
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TW intake mentioned, cw mentioned, narcissistic mother mentioned 🙄
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so what happened last weekend was this. I had this in my drafts but couldn’t finish it.
“My mother came to visit us today, started out well, she brought me more of my old clothes, wore them to the park today. Regretted wearing a skirt, not great at all while cycling. Anyway, then my mother and I started talking about cycling and she hit me with “how many kilos are you? I’m 50. I gained two kilos but you can’t see the fat on me, because I’m just eating more fruits”💀💀💀💀💀💀💀Hubby interjected by saying it doesn’t matter how many kilos she is because while cycling She’ll be loosing fat but gaining muscle weight. And my mother said no kilos are still important 💀💀💀 like no pause for thought about what she’s saying. She’s much shorter than I am so 50kg for her is still a lot, she has a belly, whereas for me I would be close to being underweight at 50kg. but from her saying that shes defo in competition with me. im determined to ”win” 🤡 she’s very proud that her legs are wayyyyy slimmer than mine. I have my fathers legs.
At the park I was feeling self conscious nothing new, but managed to get some sun for my legs lol. Hubby had brought some food enough for me too and I thought fuck it I’ll eat today and since he’s working tm i can work off all the calories cycling for several hours, so I ate around 395kcal. Later hubby mentioned that all these good looking couples are so typical, I asked him aren’t we good looking? And he said no we’re not, these guys are all toned and we’re not, i don’t know what my expression was like he saw my face and said we’re cute. I said okay. Didn’t feel great to know he doesn’t think we’re good looking lol. And if he thought that I was wondering why he decided to eat more. But then it doesn’t show on him at all. I told him I wasn’t gonna eat more. That’s it for me for the day, there’s no way I can swallow more knowing my own husband doesn’t think im good looking. I guess when he says im beautiful it’s not in the literal sense, but in the sense that everyone is beautiful.”
I told him my feelings about this later and he said of course we’re good looking just not in the beauty standard way of being fit and toned, but we’re getting there he said! We just have to keep cycling. He said if I decided to try to look like the models and wear makeup and dress up I would fit in with them. I don’t deserve him lol.
“Wanted to fast the whole day today but ruined it. At least I didn’t have more than 500kcal. The last two evenings I ate and it felt like binging, and i couldnt bare to come on tumblr because of that, was too embarrassed. but today morning after my mother left I was curious about my weight and stepped on the scale, I was so surprised to see I am 53.6kg despite all the food. Still at the park now. Haven’t done much cycling so don’t think I’ll burn many cal today.. but as long as I can fast for the rest of the day and do some yoga and stretching i should be fine. Hubby keeps asking if I’m okay, I’m not, there’s way too many ppl and im self conscious about everything, should have worn a hoodie, im not wearing these kinds of clothes again but I’m just lying here on my phone and I’m not making it his problem, so he should just enjoy his time out until he’s ready to go home. I can’t wait to go home, I feel like doing fuck all and lying in bed. Ill be craving all the food hubby makes for himself, I can anticipate how difficult it will be to fast, but I think remembering his words will do the trick 💀💀💀💀”
he was just being honest about us, we’re not the beauty standard YET. Yesterday he told me every time we go out he’s proud to have me beside him. I don’t understand why I don’t love myself when he tells me shit like this all the time. I really don’t deserve him.
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IM THE ANON THAT ASKED ABOUT THE THEATER HCS AND OMG YES !!! i don’t know why i thought about it but i remembered it recently and was like “i need to know more!!!” sakura would be SUCH a versatile actress, she got the LUNGS and the drive to study hard for any role, and i just know that even tho sasuke sometimes hates getting big roles i think he would like it if both naruto and lee got big roles too bc he does like the competition… :) i love lee he is such a light and i know he would be so good in any role he’s assigned. and he’s always helping people in other departments too until someone (likely tenten or neji) tell him to get back to his spot in rehearsal.
yes i completely agree that naruto would be like “ah shit this is so much work why did no one tell me??” but he does really like the attention (unlike sasuke) so he usually ends up having more fun than he admits, but then he forgets about it and the cycle just continues with each new production sdlkfjdsf.
i think sai would be a really great actor!! maybe he doesn’t get all the big roles but i think he would be a very memorable main supporting character and he gets a lot of cheers at the end when the cast bows after the show. i think he and lee would actually get along really well tbh
i desperately need to see shika and chouji as prop crew managers bc they (mainly shika) are just so done w everyone’s shit and they need things to be a certain way bc they have a System(tm) and no one questions it because it’s worked flawlessly for years. they have had to wrestle props out of naruto’s hands multiple times so he doesnt accidentally damage them
ino would be SUCH a good costume designer, i think she would have really intricate designs that sometimes make her want to tear her hair out, but bc she is stubborn and ambitious and determined she makes it work and i bet some ppl have asked to buy her costumes before
tenten, iruka and neji are defs the stage parents tryna wrangle a theater full of unruly children SDKLFJLSDF i can already imagine neji, one messy rehearsal, thinking to himself “what have i gotten myself into….” while tenten is yelling at ppl not to get sidetracked while simultaneously trying to sneak REAL flame guns into the production under iruka’s nose slkdjflsd
i totally see hinata as like a newbie theater lover who quickly becomes a really integral part to the theater!! like now only is she really good at wrangling naruto when he’s being chaotic, but i think she would have a really good eye for certain aspects of theater!!! like maybe blocking or i think she would pick up some insight from watching neji!! i just love the vibes the 12 of them being in theater give it would be so funny and chaotic
OMG NONNIE AHHHHHH yes yes!! I LOVE ALL OF THISSSSSSS!!!! IM !!!!!!!
i love what you said about lee!! like maybe he can get a little too much sometimes and his tenacity and passion can get overwhelming for others around him, but that passion ultimately drives everyone else to be better!! and he is definitely ALWAYS helping out because he loves every aspect of theater and everything that goes into it!!
SHIKA AND CHOJI DEFINITELY HAVE A SYSTEM LMAO LIKE THEYRE SO PARTICULAR ABOUT IT and naruto always sees a prop like a sword or something and is like “WHOA THIS IS SICK CAN I TAKE IT” and shikamaru is like “no you idiot” plss
tenten is simultaneously trying to get everyone knock off their shenanigans while always causing neji and iruka heart attacks bc she sneaks in fire hazards HAHAHAHA
and hinata tooooooo she finds her place around the theater and feels so welcome by everyone <3 but ultimately it’s so chaotic and crazy all of the time and amazing <3 I LOVE THESE CRAZY KIDS
(i also headcanon kakashi married to iruka and kakashi brings all of the kids snacks at rehearsals and stuff and they call him and iruka their dads hahahaha and kakashi loves sitting in on rehearsals too)
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Wonderful! Au Part 7! (also on ao3 here) another episode only installment, and obnoxiously fluffy! Have fun!
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Martin, tired: Hello everybody! Welcome, or welcome back, to a very low energy episode. We have had, as the kids say, A Week Tm.
Jon, equally tired, but fond: Is that as the kids say?
Martin: I don't know, and perhaps worse, I don't really care. I guess I could ask Jeremiah next time he's over, but I'm not sure if that would actually help.
Jon: Shockingly, I don't think two year olds have their finger on the beating pulse of youth culture.
Martin: Hmm, maybe not. Speaking of Jeremiah, he's part of why the format of this episode is gonna be a bit different than our regular. On top of me dealing with a frankly obscene amount of inventory management, and Jon being swamped with grant writing-
Jon: I never want to look at proposal guidelines again-
Martin: we were on babysitting duty for our favourite neighborhood hellion-
Jon: Hey, Jeremiah is a very sweet kid! I know he's a toddler, but we shouldn't be slandering him anyway.
Martin: One, we're not even using his real name, I don't think that counts as slander, and two, exactly, he's a toddler, he's by default a hellion.
Jon, teasing: This coming from the person that actually wants one?
Martin: I..look, if anything, the last few days have shown we should not be permanent parents.
Jon: But?
Martin:...There's no but.
Jon: I don't believe you! Are you lying for my benefit or the audience's? Because someone spent the last five days wearing one of the largest grins I've ever seen, exhausted as it may have been.
Martin: Okay! Fine, I admit, I liked having a kid around. I still think it would be a bad idea to do it full time, but I dunno. I wish we weren't both only children or something. We would make such good uncles.
Jon: Should I should have taken that teaching job after all?
Martin: Perhaps. After all,
Martin, singsong: An English teacher, is really someone!
Jon and Martin, singing together: If only you, had be-come one!
Jon: Honestly, though, I was considerably underqualified. I'm much more suited to my current job, even if it doesn't have quite the same impact on the "shaping of the next generation" or whatnot.
Martin: Wait, you actually care about qualifications now? When did that change?
Jon: This coming from Mister "master's degree in parapsychology"? And it was probably around the time that the world ended from taking on a workload I was ill-suited for.
Jon:...
Jon: Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Martin: Oh, of course. Definitely nothing literally apocalyptic in our pasts, no siree, nothing to see or speculate about or make weirdly involved forums for here. Uh, anyway, long introduction not so short: Both of us have been averaging about 4 hours of sleep, so any sort of actual research was not on the table.
Jon: If any of you are wondering why we didn't just say that we're both very much worn out and thus we'll be taking a week off, it's because we're both deeply, deeply stubborn.
Martin: It's one of our best shared qualities that has never caused any conflict between us, ever.
Jon: In fairness, sheer stubbornness does account for, what, 75% of the reason that either of us are still alive? And it hasn't caused a major conflict between us in a good three years.
Martin: That's true. We've become a deeply boring, relatively conflict free couple. Which fucking rules, by the way. To all the couples out there: I highly recommend being boring. It is so nice. We've gotten to go to the farmer's market so many times.
Jon: You do love the farmer's market. I would say that it's the access to fresh produce, but I think you just like the attention that one yarn seller gives you. Can't believe you would take advantage of a crush to get discounts on wool. How did I marry such an opportunist?
Martin: Ollie does not have a crush on me. They're just friendly to everyone.
Jon: Bullshit. I certainly never get an extra skein or stitch markers or delicate fabric cleaner tossed in my bag. Actually, I think I've been charged more for committing the crime of having married you before they could.
Martin: I'm..70% sure that's not true, but every sentence we speak, we stray further from even pretending to be on topic. So, to everybody listening, this is the itty bitty episode! Basically, we're only doing small wonders and user submissions. If you want details or backstory for things we like, too bad, come back next week. Jon, I believe you're first this week?
Jon: Oh, right. My first small wonder is cat names.
Martin: Delightful, but unsurprising. Though, I would've expected either more or less specificity. Why cat names as opposed to pet's names in general, or, like, military title names?
Jon: Well that's simple enough. I've simply never met a misnamed cat, even if the name itself wasn't to my personal tastes, and I think that speaks to the wonderful universality of cats.
Martin: This, of course, implies that you have met animals that were misnamed.
Jon: Oh, I have. I once met a papillion dog named Meatball.
Martin: Now I know you don't like food names in general for pets, but are you sure that Meatball didn't suit the dogs personality? I've known some "Meatballs" in my lifetime.
Jon, only half-mock offended: Of course it didn't fit, Martin. She was a lady. A nervous, jittery lady, but a lady nonetheless.
Martin, laughing: And what, you've never met a dignified cat with an undignified name, or vice versa? Would you be okay with our cat being named Meatball?
Jon: I would be upset if our cat was named Meatball, because we named her and we're above that sort of thing, but, technically speaking, she could have been Meatball in another lifetime and it wouldn't have been wrong. You see, all cats are a mix of both extremely austere and little baby idiot.
Martin: Oh, is that the scientific terminology?
Jon: It is. Now, while there's probably some amount of, er, normative determinism or confirmation bias or something that results in a cat with a more dignified name seeming to possess more of that austerity, as all cats have both, any name can, potentially, fit. Hence why it's wonderful.
Martin: I..accept your proposal for now, but I think more research needs to be done. Maybe we should visit the shelter this weekend and test your hypothesis.
Jon: Hmm. I think we may need to visit multiple shelters, actually. A large sample size is necessary for any sort of veracity, obviously.
Martin, imitating Jon tone: Obviously.
Jon: Glad you agree. What's your first small wonder?
Martin: Tofu!
Jon: I..didn't realize you liked that much?
Martin: Well, I don't get it very often since I know you can't stand the texture, even though it is not like 'worse scrambled eggs', and you're a horrible food thief-
Jon: Lies and slander. We readily share. If I'm a horrible food thief, you have committed the exact same, if not worse, crime as myself.
Martin: Well, we are thick as thieves.
Jon, groaning: You're thick as something alright
Martin: Rude! My beloved husband-
Jon: -uh huh-
Martin: whom I love and trust with my most tender of hearts-
Jon: -an oddly cannibalistic turn of phrase-
Martin, badly suppressing laughter: Oh, my god. I want a divorce, then I can put tofu in as many dishes as I like. I'll triple my protein intake.
Jon: It'd never go through. I'll burn the papers. No, wait, I'll burn down the legal offices where the papers are kept.
Martin: Hmm. While my experiences with it have been, uh, varied to say the least, I do have to admit that arson is one of the more attractive crimes of passion. I suppose I'll take you back.
Jon, flat: I'm so very grateful.
Jon, genuine: You do have yet to actually tell me why you think tofu is wonderful, love.
Martin: It's just a good food! It's neutral enough that you can toss it in pretty much anything with a sauce, you can bake it, you can fry it, whatever. Plus it's what? two? Three quid? I spent many years of my life living off the cheapest, saltiest approximation of noodles you could imagine, and half a pack of tofu, a little bit of sesame oil, and some green onions went a long way to both making it more filling and less sad.
Martin: Plus, I feel like it often gets decried for being something it's not? It's so often viewed as a meat substitute or the vegan alternative option, and so when people try it, they often go in with a false preconceived notion of what it's going to be like, and then end up disappointed. They're all like, 'ugh, this doesn't taste like turkey!' and yeah, of course it doesn't. It's the oatmeal raisin cookie of the protein world, a perfectly good and tasty treat on its own, but if you want chocolate chip, it's not gonna work.
Jon: Martin you don't even like oatmeal raisin. I'm the only one that ever eats them out of the multipacks.
Martin: Well, yeah, but I don't like oatmeal raisin because of its flavor, not because I think it should be chocolate chip and fails. It illustrates my point. Also, just for balance, is your next small wonder oatmeal raisin cookies?
Jon: No, though, maybe one of these weeks. They are good. But no, um, my next small wonder is being married.
Martin, let out a high bark of a laugh: Being married is a small wonder?!
Jon: Small wonders doesn't mean a lack of importance! Or even significance in our lives. Half the time we even end up spending just as much time chattering on about them as the things we actually research. But, yes, I didn't feel like researching the concept of being married. For one, a lot of the history of it is depressing and patriarchal, and for two, it's not something I really feel any need to elaborate on. Being married. I very much enjoy it. I recommend it for anybody that's found someone that they want to marry, and who wants to marry them. I really recommend being married to Martin Blackwood, I think I would enjoy it significantly less if it was to anybody else, but one: we typically try to make the wonderful things in this show applicable to more than just ourselves, and two: I got there first, so I believe the appropriate thing to say here would be; neener neener and/or everyone else can go suck it, Ollie.
Martin: Well...
Jon: Well, what?
Martin: Saying you got there first is technically not true-
Jon: What?!
Martin, laughing like a bastard: Sorry, sorry! Couldn't resist! Jon, you already know that you're my first real realationship, how would be married before fit that?
Jon: Hence my surprise at the notion! I cannot believe you! I give you my trust, my earnestness, and belief-
Martin [only laughs harder]
Jon: and you throw it in my face for a bit. I take back everything, being married is a nightmare, because sometimes your partner thinks he a fucking comedian and you just have to put up with him because you love him and want to live the rest of your life with him or some such nonsense. Not worth it, if you ask me. My turn to ask for the divorce.
Martin: Babe, hate to break it to you, but both of us are guilty of doing bits that the other doesn't like, it's an integral part of a healthy marriage, and secondly, you knew who I was long before I proposed. You should've said no when you had the chance.
Jon: Hang on, you proposed?
Martin: Yeah? This isn't part of a bit, of course I proposed. I'm even pretty sure you were there. The whole visit back to Scotland trip? I finally made you a sweater and said it was because we would now be immune to the boyfriend curse?
Jon: No, no, I remember all that, but it wasn't the proposal. It was a reaffirmation of the proposal. We had already decided to get married.
Martin: Well, yeah,, I wasn't just gonna spring that on you, we had had conversations beforehand-
Jon: No, I mean, I had already proposed. I asked you to marry me a good three years earlier, and you said yes, which is a proposal by any definition that I know.
Martin: Jon, love, darling, apple of my eye, fire of my soul, I mean this in the nicest way possible, what the everloving fuck are you talking about?
Jon: In the ambulance ride when we, uh, moved here. It was the thing I said to you the second I saw your eyes were open.
[An audible pause is left in the recording.]
Martin: That does not count.
Jon: How does it not count?! I asked you to marry me, you very emphatically said yes, that's the de facto definition of an accepted marriage proposal!
Martin: It doesn't count because you were half-delirious with blood-loss, and I had a traumatic brain injury that the hospital was very surprised I made a full recovery from. No court in the world would consider anything we said then more than pain driven ramblings, let alone, I dunno, contractually binding.
Jon: Well, I knew what I was saying well and clear. Just because it was desperate doesn't mean it wasn't sincere. I didn't realize that you weren't as cognizant when you accepted.
Martin, snorting: Yeah, didn't really need to be cognizant to say yes. I've wanted to marry you since the train ride to Scotland.
Jon: Wait, really? Martin, we hadn't even been on a date.
Martin: And yet we were on the lamb together, which I honestly think is more romantic than sitting in some restaurant somewhere trying to get through icebreakers. Also, back up, from your perspective we've been engaged since 2019? What did you think we were doing in the interim?
Jon: Uhh..
Martin: Yes?
Jon: There are people that have long engagement periods, and it's not exactly like we were in any sort of position to get married for awhile. Especially not that first year.
Martin: Okay? And?
Jon: And..I sort of thought you had changed your mind. For awhile. Was rather surprised that you kept living with me, considering that, on the worst nights, I was convinced you were going to storm off and leave me forever any minute now. Hence why your proposal was rather relieving.
Martin: Oh, Jon, love. That is so very ridiculous, and so very you, and so very close to many of my own fears and doubts. Do you have any idea how terrified I was to float the idea of marriage to you? Half the time I was convinced I was just meant to keep you company until you found someone better. And, Christ, we'd, from your perspective, been engaged the whole damn time. Fuck.
[Jon, after a beat, starts laughing. It has a slightly hysterical edge to it. Martin joins in. It takes a minute for the laughter to subside enough for them to speak again.]
Jon: I'm rapidly realizing that our entire romantic relationship would've been, if not more successful, a hell of a lot faster if we weren't both complete fools.
Martin: You're realizing that now? I think I've known that since the CV incident. I've definitely known it since the Lonely.
Jon, with a slightly tired chuckle:Yes, yes, something probably should've tipped me off earlier. Shockingly, observation of our own personal romantic trends is not always a strong suit of mine.
Jon: Anyway, please tell me you have another small wonder, this has gotten wildly of track.
Martin: Since we're talking about marriage anyway, I think my next small wonder is having a shared reference in your wedding vows. Our friends had "I have been, and always shall be, your friend" in theirs, and I made Jon cry with a slightly altered Lord of the Rings quote in ours.
Jon: First off, we were both openly weeping long before that point, secondly, I defy anybody to have been through half of what we have and then have the love of their life look them in the eyes and tell them "Leave you? I never intend to. I am going with you, if you climb to the moon" without at least tearing up.
Martin: There wasn't a dry eye in the audience, either. Granted, the audience was only 20 people, but that was also literally the only time I've seen Eloise show a strong emotion, so I'm pretty smug about it.
Martin, soft: I still feel exactly the same, you know. If you're climbing to the moon, I'll make sure the rope is strong enough for two.
Jon, soft: I know, love.
Jon: Though, to be fair, the moon is also significantly more pleasant than many places we've been.
Martin: God, I hate how much that's true. Look at this barren, oxygenless rock, at least it's not actively trying to kill us. Practically a honeymoon location.
[Martin sighs]
Martin: I am so tired. Let's do the user submissions then take a very long nap.
Jon: Please.
Martin: So, first submission is from Josie; They find it wonderful getting cards from their friends. They say they're lucky to have so much love in their life and have friends that care enough to send them things. That is wonderful Josie! We have a drawer in our house dedicated to every loving card we've ever received since the move, and they're always such a nice reminder of the people in our lives.
Jon: We should really organize that drawer, but, yes, agree with the sentiment. Even the cards from people that are no longer in our lives are lovely, I think. Those connections are very much meaningful for both of us, whether they're active or not.
Martin: That's very true. Next submission is from Lys, who submits the sound of leaves crunching under your feet in the fall. Ah, that's a classic.
Jon: I just felt myself relax imagining it. I wish it was autumn.
Martin: Don't we all? Alright, for the last submissions, I'm grouping them together as they follow a similar theme. Jadwiga submits the feeling of waking up well into the morning with the sun shining through the window and your cat laying next to you, and Oran submits when a dog falls asleep with its head in your lap.
Jon: I can heartily recommend at least one of those, considering that's how we try to wake up most mornings. The Duchess is a dutiful darling girl who spends every night with us, and she's usually still there when us humans rise.
Martin: I bet you'll agree with the other when I finally convince you to get me a dog for my birthday.
Jon: It hasn't happened yet, so I wouldn't hold your breath.
Martin: But you don't even dislike dogs! You're just as happy to pet them when they pass by as I am.
Jon: Being fine with an animal isn't the same thing as wanting to adopt one for yourself! We don't even know if The Duchess would put up with a dog.
Martin: I bet she would. I bet we could get a big senior dog who's the calmest animal you've ever met with those soft eyes and a little grey on the muzzle and she would cuddle up in an instant. And we did say we should visit a shelter or three this weekend..
Jon: I think you're rather callously taking advantage of my exhausted state, but I suppose we can look.
Martin: Hell fuckin yeah. So, I think that'll close out the episode, and as we always say at the end, uh, go take a nap and get a dog. Not necessarily in that order.
#wonderful! au#jonmartin#tma#jon sims#martin blackwood#my fic#thank you to everyone that submitted!!!#also; i am offically out of ideas for installments#more may come later but i make no promises!
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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition
- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too
honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe
- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn
they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate
- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit
- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:
and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):
in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way
the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!
- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space
- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss
(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)
the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one
- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!
- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts
also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage
(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)
- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh
I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.
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I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)
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Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show
- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe
“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf
- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)
- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!
- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there
also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha
I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen
oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad
- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.
- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design
- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha
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wow haha um so anyway --
(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)
- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed
- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity
- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p
- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it
it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too
- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred
also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here
‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff
he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him
- okay so this
is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right
(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)
- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten
- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body
#star wars#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian meta#okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha
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Kinktober #3: Face Sitting (M)
Pairing: Hongseok x 2nd Person Reader
Summary: Some kinda realer scenarios where not everyone can cum easily or have those magic orgasms but face sitting/riding may do the trick. Also Honk is excited for his victory
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I know kinktober is supposed to be S p i c y TM but idk, sometimes i just want some sugar, spice, and everything nice.
Kinktober Prompts by @immabiteyou
You always had a problem with cumming. You had no idea what it was but nothing, no matter how hard you tried, took you over that edge. There may have been some small tremors here and there and you definitely werent asking for an over the top bone rattling orgasm at this point. Just ANYTHING would be fine. It always weighed on the back of your mind, especially knowing that Hongseok tried his absolute fucking damndest to make sure you felt good.
And you did. The way his strong hands roamed over your body, spreading fire throughout your skin, always made shivers zip throughout. His kisses were full of healing magic; those soft, sweet plump lips could cure any bad day but also ignite the dirtiest of feelings to where you ended up clawing at each other. His body-well that was a given- the boy woke up and looked at his abs first thing in the morning, every morning. He was obsessed with being fit (sometimes too obsessed) and there was a prying thought of self consciousness that popped into your head every once in awhile. Comparing the way you looked on his arm to his being in general sometimes made you feel like you werent good enough for him. But that surely couldnt have be part of the problem.
Because here he was, once again devoted to your body and full of determination. He knew you enjoyed fucking, the act of being close to him in of itself was always special and exciting. It was just your stupid body that wouldnt react. It was like your brain was screaming in pleasure but your body was just like ‘meh, gonna take the one thing you desire the most and just not do it’.
Maybe there were a few traumatic things that had to be worked through, sure, but Hongsi was the only man you had every fully trusted to never let you down. He knew almost immediately the first few times you had faked it, and it offended him, but you explained the annoyance at yourself-which was a bit hard to say the least.
“I loved it. I felt great, seriously i did. The only part that was faked was…"the end.”
And why? Because you were used to it. Because it was ingrained in you to do it; always making the man feel like he had done an amazing job-except this time Hongseok actually had. From the first time to the most recent. He never failed but you did.
He wanted honesty from that point on. He wanted to work on things, try everything under the sun; from restraints, to wax, to toys, and positions that were sometimes almost impossible. But it remained a puzzle the two of you couldnt solve. Tonight didnt seem to be any different save for the fact that you had taken up residence on his face like it was a goddamn throne. His tongue was diving so deep inside you, filling you with a nice warm, wet, thickness that made the pit of your stomach clench. He had eaten you out before, that was one of the first things he tried in an attempt to make you cum, but it had never occurred to either of you to actually try face sitting. Why? Who knows. Sometimes the simplest of things slip the mind and perhaps the whole time the two of you had been overthinking it.
But with all the gadgets and gizmos and positions that made you feel like you were in a yoga class thrown out the window, you found your nails digging into the wall that you had been supporting yourself on. The scratching forced chips of paint to crumble from the wall though it was nothing compared to how fast the headboard was thumping against it. Your thighs were burning but you continued rolling your hips like it was your job. Hongseok spurred you on as he seemed to enjoy this just as much as you were. Perhaps he was enjoying it much more.
He was growling, sometimes snarling, as he paired flickers of his tongue with hot open mouth kisses to your heat and nibbles to any sensitive area he could reach, especially the junction of your inner thighs. While your fingers dug into the wall, his dug into your hips, your ass, your back, marring you with the blunt indentations of his short nails and leaving streaks of red in their wake. You were sure he had barely come up for air and the one second you pulled away to make sure he was okay he forced you right back down to his lips with his nose brushing against the bundle of nerves that had awakened with desire. You were feeling all of your lower muscles tighten to the point where your legs almost felt numb but it was all worth it.
Hongseok slid his tongue through your folds once more, the tip of it teasing your hole that you though he had finally given a break to. The slow and lazy drags, however, were making you shudder just as much as the fast ones and covered your frame with everlasting tingles. Your free hand gripped onto his sweat soaked hair as you tried to level yourself. Holy shit, was this really it? Was this really the time were it would happen? Oh god, you werent ready. Well you were- in the sense that you had been waiting for this for YEARS with him-but also you werent exactly sure what it would feel like. Would this be one of those tiny ones that just felt like a relaxing exhale or one of those wild porn ones that were so ridiculous? Were you really going to scream in ecstasy and feel like you were going insane? Hell yes you were.
“H-Hong,” you choked out as he suctioned his lips around your clit while his thumbs spread your lower lips wide apart. “I think it-it’s happening.”
His eyes flung open, wide and flickering with undertones of amber within the dim beside lamp’s light. “Whats happening?” The words came out in muffled jumbles as he refused to pull away.
“You know…it. The…the thing.”
He finally pulled away as bewilderment spread across his face. “You mean like you feel like youre gonna cum?”
“I-i think so? I mean…im assuming that’s why everything feels so tense, like im gonna explode. That’s what happens right?”
“I think its different for everyone. I get tense too, but then i feel all warm and get kinda snuggly and hold onto you tighter.” He did and it was the cutest fucking thing ever.
“Well im hoping this is it.” You sighed.
“Dont start thinking about it now or you’ll lose focus. Just concentrate on me, babe. Just like before, yeah? Can you ride my face some more?”
“You really like this dont you?” You peered down at him and giggled.
“Baby, you were literally born to sit on my face, i swear it. It sounds stupid and fuckboy-ish, I know, but Ive never wanted this so bad until i felt you grind against my lips.”
Red flushed your cheeks and you looked away in an effort to hide your sudden shyness. Hongsi just chucked and placed the gentlest of kisses to your clit. “On me. Focus.” He reminded you again and you exhaled deeply, letting your mind go as much as it had before. Through the painful numbness in your bent legs that surrounded his head, you pushed on, wiggling your hips in a teasing way that earned a small smack to your ass. The sting made you jump but feel ever so much naughtier. It kick started your chaotic grinds again which welcomed the harsh thrusts and lewd slurping. It was almost embarrassing to hear how wet your were from both your cum and his tongue but in a weird way it gave you a sense of pride and reassurance that this felt amazing.
More pressure built up within your system and you found yourself short of breath now. You swallowed hard and tried to recoup but it was all for naught as your heart thundered so loud you could hear it in your ears. You had managed to make the headboard slam harder against the wall, the top of the filigreed wood leaving its own mark in the paint much like your nails had. Your thighs tightened and you could feel him smile into your skin. He fucking loved the way you seemed so close to crushing his skull if you actually could. The yanking of his hair to shove him closer, as if it were possible at this point, also had him lifting his head as your hips dipped and the very tip of his tongue hit something inside you just as it curled.
And then you let go. Almost so fast from everything that Hongseok had to press his hands into your lower back to prevent you from tossing yourself back completely. You were shaking, your knees digging into the pillow beneath his head. Your hands that had found safety in the wall and his hair now flailed and searched for something to hold onto but it was like they couldnt. You had lost all control. Your brain was fuzzy. Your body was fuzzy. But best of all you felt wave after wave of clench and release with your first full orgasm.
He finally let you go and you collapsed to the wayside instantly curling against his side. He pulled you into his arms and speckled your head with kisses as he squeezed you tight. He was patient and waited for you to come down though he was absolutely beaming with pride. “That was…not how i imagined it would feel like but holy shit.” You managed to finally say.
“Fuck yeah!!” He said victoriously and he raised his hand for a high five. You couldnt help but laugh at his dorkiness and return the gesture. The excitement and happiness between you two was unfathomable. You didnt want to say that this was the best night with him just because you finally came. There had been plenty of other times where he made you feel so perfect and precious and completely in love with him that you almost cherished that more. But tonight was definitely like top five material.
“Im happy i could finally do this for you…” He returned to seriousness and you sighed as you began to wipe away traces of your cum from his face.
“Im sorry if you felt like i put pressure on you. I never meant-”
“Nah, it wasnt you. It was me. You know how i can sometimes be a perfectionist and i know its not like the end all be all of our relationship but…i dont know. I always felt like you deserved to feel good and happy. Like you just deserved…everything.” He shrugged and pretended to take more interest in plucking away a stray hair from your shoulder.
The guilt you had accumulated over the years suddenly lessened and you realized that it wasnt just about making you feel good sexually. It was actually, as cliche as it sounded, about bringing you two closer together in devotion and fulfilling a fantasy. The warmth in your body returned but for a different and cheesy romance movie kinda reason and you snuggled closer to his chiseled chest.
“Thank you…” You whispered. “For not being annoyed or giving up on me and helping me work through whatever was holding me back.”
“It’s what im here for, right? I think i’d be a shitty boyfriend if i wasnt.”
“Well you got that right.” You tilted your head up and kissed him gently, tasting the aftermath on his lips. “You better go wash your face before it gets all sticky.”
“That can wait. Besides i was kinda wondering if….” The both of you looked down at his cock, knocking your heads in the process. It never failed for the two of you to have an idiotic moment but he definitely needed to be rewarded after this.
#hongseok#yang hongseok#hongseok smut#pentagon smut#ptg smut#kinktomato#pentagon drabble#yang hongseok smut#hongseok fluff#pentagon fluff#ptg fluff#universe#idk what else to tag this as tbh
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Toko! I was thinking of creating an ask the character blog for IDV or Genshin Impact and wanted a few tips on how to start off. Anything you can share?
ey yo my dude!! thank you so much for this question, now im lowkey tempted (again) to make a genshin ask blog sjadhlkshgkahshglsaj anyway my 1.5 cents is under the cut, yall know how much i talk here HAHAHAHAH
uhhhhhh so i guess we start with picking a character u really Vibe with tm? I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE COMMON SENSE BUT LIKE ive been considering making a genshin ask blog for a while now but i never really got to it cos i couldnt really decide on a character (plus the fact that their outfits are. so intricate. is also a hmm since i try to follow details to a t) (at first i wanted to do zhongli, but i feel like to be able to muse him well u need to know the lore super super well, which i dont n im too lazy to research on that aha. n u know how much i respect characterizations, especially for such a complex character like him. i also considered xiangling for a period of time mostly for guoba but also like i have 2+1 blogs here n having one more might not be a very good idea aha) (as for aesop he was my Hyperfixation Character tm also cos i looked at his kit n went Yep i could work with this. probably)
so assuming ur not a dumbass like me n u kinda know who u wanna pick, id actually say to snoop around here for other ask blogs n kinda get a feel of the... scene? is that the word? or like u know, other blogs that u can potentially vibe with. ive run a couple of ask blogs before this current one (both that have died for different reasons) n from my experience interacting with other blogs (if theyre okay with it, i think most should be) is pretty fun. it also kinda helps get ur blog around to other ppl on other blogs so they can go Oh whats this cool shit n check u out, n its also a reason why we kinda reblog promo posts for other blogs (also cos we’re always excited when someone new comes on, its really the more the merrier. we see all :eyes:). interacting with other blogs is also an option when ur inbox is looking real roomy too
another reason why i havent exactly done a genshin blog is that idk i cant actually seem to find genshin ask blogs around (i have seen rp blogs, or those that answer asks with mostly text instead of art, but thats. not my thing since i hate my own writing aha) (i did find one aether blog some time ago, but for some reason i hardly see them around anymore??? idk man i might be wrong). its not like im trying super hard to find them ask blogs, so im sure they exist out there (hopefully?? im not sure but im being optimistic). i mean theres nothing wrong with just starting an ask blog without others around, but for me i do find a difference when i interact with other ask blogs n when i dont, n i prefer when theres others to have fun with (unfortunately i couldnt find any ask blogs to interact with in my previous fandom. i tried, but the blogs i approached seemed to go inactive shortly afterwards...) plus u get to meet friends that way too :D (i made a lot of friends via idv askblogs n its really been a joy vibing with others)
as for the idv scene. gestures around me. unfortunately there are a lot of ask blogs that arent that active anymore, but theres still some of us who are alive n kicking empty inboxes, n im sure everyone would love to see a new face around. winks at u. also there seems to be a lot more blogs popping up lately, which is really heartening to see.
then u kinda just. make ur blog? n a starting introduction post so ppl can reblog it n spread the word XD n yay u have a blog i guess??? XD
i gotta say tho. dont expect ur blog to take off immediately (especially for smaller fandoms like idv, tvbh i didnt think my blog would even get half this far when i started cos of how non existent idv tumblr seemed to be) n ur inbox will probably be looking pretty empty a lot of the time (or at least filled with some that u havent quite thought of how to reply to yet aha) (but also like empty inboxes happen pretty often, im sure most of us here have experienced this problem)
in the case of the first ask blog i ever started, it never really took off at all. ngl it was kind of demoralizing n depressing but to be fair i had picked one of the more obscure characters in the series, so obscure that many ppl in the fandom would have never heard of this character before. if u wanted to know, i took a character that only appeared in the 2nd musical of the series, who also made a very brief cameo in the manga to acknowledge his existence within that universe. thats how obscure my character was, but i went with him purely because he was my favourite character. i will say though i did enjoy it while it lasted n i learnt a lot from the experience, n i think thats whats important really.
i guess this kinda leads on (not really but let me digress) to the whole uhhhh thing where if u choose a more popular character, u get more attention. which is fine i guess? if u really vibe with the character, i mean theyre popular for a reason. n choosing a more popular fandom (like genshin) would objectively also get u more viewers n numbers. but like honestly i believe that ask blogs are meant for u to have fun with, n like trying to get popular gets tiring pretty fast (this shouldnt be like a main goal, but u know sometimes u subconsciously also want that gucci follower count n bomb ass notes or something. i used to be guilty of this until i realized it isnt worth it) especially if ur not enjoying yourself in the process. (case in point: my previous fandom was considerably larger n my blog got about 700 followers within a year or so, but it got very tiring n stressful to maintain after my interest in it died, n no one was really interacting with the blog even though i tried which kinda made it even more depressing despite the so called success n popularity of the blog)
anyway on a less serious note, theres a lot of fun stuff u can do with the ask blog, like some ask blogs have really fancy tags that i really like n try to do but also like not really HAHAHAHA. i kinda just channel what i want to see in an ask blog into my own ask blogs (good art is one, i try very hard for it to be good :,DD another is characterization, n others is just extra miscellaneous arts n stuffs like au ideas or memes. these are also somethings u could work on during ask box downtimes perhaps)
uhhh another side thing is like a posting schedule i guess? like ppl would be more likely to interact (i think) if ur blog is relatively active, n this is usually determined by the last post u made (i think XD). but like generally for blog maintenence id say try to kinda find a frequency that ur comfortable with?? cos i know my once a day posting is kinda insane if i wasnt so hyperfixated on all of this n fight the urge to dump all ur replies when u finish them XD (though ive seen some blogs do that n they do it pretty frequently so its pretty nice to know once u see their post u can spend some time going through the latest batch of posts XD) the queue function is pretty useful here even though i truthfully have never really used it, i kinda just post from my drafts really but it also helps to space out ur content to seem somewhat active especially when u dont have the time to be working on replies sometimes. i hope u know what im trying to say here aha
ANYWAY that was like my 1.5 cents cos i dont even think its worth 2 cents HAHAHAHAH these are just my thoughts from running all my blogs up till now, some that are still running n the others that have just died a natural death. i wouldnt actually delete them (theyre still around actually XD) cos theyre kinda like archives n i can look back at what i did last time. cos ngl i made some high quality stuff back then, n i dont even know how i managed to do that aldhflhdsgk. also ppl do look at archive blogs every now n then for the content thats there yknow
BUT YES anyway if u do decide to join the idv ask blogs hmu, ill be sure to give u a lil shoutout here. winks
#its me the mun#unconcerned ramblings#i know ive said that there are a lot of new blogs popping up#but uhhh i dont really dare to interact with them#considering they kinda did come in just when shit had hit the fan n idk i might have been known as The Problematic Blog tm#so i understand if ppl dont want to interact with me n im fine with it. so for now i wont be initiating anything#like dropping asks into inboxes unless i know the mun n theyre comfortable with me doing this#i will interact with everyone who drops by my inbox tho!!#i also tend to get to replies for other blogs faster than general replies cos i feel bad if i kept the other person waiting for too long#I DO forget about rp replies sometimes tho. sometimes#i try my best to get to every one of them tho. even when im kinda busy this period aha#also starting off is actually easy. its about maintaining thats difficult i feel#which is also why i havent done up a genshin ask blog yet HAHAHAHAHA#i really hate to give up on something ive already started when it comes to art projects so
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Survey #427
“don’t pray for me when you’re the one enslaved”
Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? I wouldn't say anything, I'm pretty sure I'd just break down.
Do you play video games? Not really anymore. :/ I probably would, though, if I had the appropriate consoles for games I want. You can only replay PS2 games but so many times before you're tired of them.
Do you spend a lot of time with family? No, honestly.
Is your house more than two stories tall? It only has one floor.
Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you? I'm not in a relationship, but I have most certainly never hit an s/o, and they've never hit me. I wouldn't tolerate that shit.
What makes you an attractive person? (Talk about your personality too!) I'm not.
What color is your hairbrush/comb? White.
What snacks do you have available in your household atm? Hm. Just some fruity grain and oats bars, as well as cashew ones. We try to keep sweets out of the house.
Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive? No.
Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? Holy fuck yes, she's drop-dead gorgeous.
Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? Ha, I'm sure.
Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Some random middle-aged man, like who are you sir.
Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My dad. He can be so rude to people sometimes.
When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate? Not sure. It's been quite a while.
Do you play any games on Facebook? No.
What would you like to get a degree in? It'd be nice to get a degree in Arts, but yeah... I'm never going back to school.
Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Pretty much every night.
Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? Play a video game.
Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater? Almost without fail. You've got to, it's part of the experience.
What genre of films do you like the best? Horror.
How many bank accounts do you have? None, actually.
Have you ever had the flu? No, thankfully.
What is your goal for the next few months? To start getting in shape/losing weight. I seriously hope this gym routine works out.
Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life? I have seveeeere sleep apnea. It's shocking, I never would've guessed it, though, so the diagnosis (I had a sleep study, so yes, it's legit) was an extreme surprise. I don't snore at all, nor do I like pass out in the middle of something, but I stop breathing A LOT. For a year or two (no, that is not an exaggeration), it caused consistent, horrible, and violent nightmares/terrors. It made sleep frightening to me, and I was never getting a truly restful sleep. Now, I have an APAP mask (like a less extreme version of a CPAP mask) that helps me greatly. I only very rarely am surprised by a more subtle nightmare now.
Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience. No, thankfully.
What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Quality tattoos, for one. And maybe uhhh... idk. We're the kind of family that buys off-brand foods and drinks all the time because it's cheaper, so I can't say that. Maybe health care? Like I wouldn't want service from a sketchy dentist or something.
Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. Charming and romantic.
Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it? No.
You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? That's hard for me to say. She doesn't seem to like talking about her past very much, because I know it's turbulent with her mother. I would say her being disowned, but I don't know how that *actually* affected her. Maybe it was for the better she wasn't under her mom's authority anymore.
Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? I guess my mom, but she's actually smaller than me now. She's lost a lot of weight and is still going at it.
Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? Not a house, but rather hay rides and those places you just walk through and experience different stuff. They don't scare me at all; I love 'em.
Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see? No.
Which is worse: dusting or mopping? Ugh, mopping. I don't mind dusting.
Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? No.
Did you pull a senior prank? No. That shit is so dumb.
Did you graduate? High school, yes.
Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship? No, and I never would.
What was the last song you listened to? I'm listening to Lauren Babic and Halocene's cover of "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park right now. It's great.
Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell no.
Is fashion one of your interests? No.
Do you think you’ll eventually find that special someone? Hell if I know.
Do you care what people think? Way, way more than I should.
Is acting something you enjoy? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I feel so stupid.
What was the last thing you broke/sprained? I tore a ligament badly in my foot maybe a year and a half ago. I was SO sure it was broken. My mom had to help me walk everywhere, and even when she did, I'd be whimpering and seething.
Have you ever fought with a friend because of their boyfriend/girlfriend? Because of yours? No.
Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language? No.
Whose house, other than yours and your families', are you most comfortable at? If we're excluding all family, I suppose Sara's?
Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? Probably at some point as a kid.
Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? I played a lot. The only two I really didn't like were soccer and cheerleading.
Did you ever watch the show Full House? Hell yeah, I loved it as a kid.
Is there a celebrity you are just DETERMINED to marry? Ha ha y'all know I joke about it, but no, not legitimately. It's not like I know him personally at all, and I'm not chasing him to California either. Just let me dream still lmao.
Have you ever burned someone’s picture? No, but I've actually heard it's truly therapeutic and not just for dramatic effect, so I wouldn't be opposed to doing so if you handed me a picture of him and a lighter.
What’s the longest hike you’ve ever been on? I've never hiked before.
Would you ever get a lip tattoo? Uh, no.
Who is the first person of the opposite sex that pops into your head? Jason.
Do your parents smoke cigarettes? My dad smokes like a chimney and is 100% going to end up with cancer because of it. You should hear his cough. Mom smoked for a very, very brief period before I was born.
What does one of your T-shirts have written on it? "Equal in our bones" is on my favorite shirt.
Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. Certain inverts people are wild enough to get, like giant African centipedes in particular.
Would you prefer your partner smaller or taller? Can't say I care.
do you enjoy going through old pictures? Sometimes. Other times, it's too painful. It also depends on the era of the pictures.
Do you believe people when they say they don’t judge people? Ha, no. We all have natural first impressions and things like that that just... happen.
What did you love the most about the town you grew up in? Nothing, really... besides just childhood memories that inevitably came. My hometown was dangerous.
What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during? I'm not sure.
What’s a movie you cried the hardest during? I want to say Old Yeller, but I'm not sure.
What’s your favorite restaurant? Olive Garden and The Cheesecake Factory.
Is there a dessert you don’t like? Yeah; I don't like pie, strawberry shortcake, and I know there're others.
Favorite album? Ozzy's Black Rain. It was my introduction to metal, so there's nostalgic value there, but I also just LOVE every single song.
What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it? None. I don't read books for that reason.
Underwater or outer space? Both kinda frighten me to a degree, but I find outer space to be way cooler. So many colorrrrrrs.
Dogs or cats? Cats.
Kittens or puppies? Ugh, both are so cute, but I gotta hand it to kittens.
Bird watching or whale watching? Whale watching would blow me away. Whales are such magnificent, awe-inspiring animals.
What is your spirit animal? Probably a deer. Skittish, shy, and quiet.
What was your best subject in school? English.
What was your worst subject in school? Math.
What is one thing you wish you knew in high school? You and Jason aren't going to last, hunty.
Who is your fashion icon? I don't have one. I wear what I want/what's comfortable.
Diamonds or pearls? I think diamonds are a lot prettier.
What color dress did you wear to prom? First one was maroon, last one was black.
What’s your favorite plot-twist? Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. My jaw actually dropped.
Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Yes.
Honestly, what’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad? Said things I shouldn't.
Honestly, ever made anyone cry when you were mad? Yes.
Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out? Two weeks ago or something like that.
Ever pop someone else’s pimple? OH MY GOD NO alskdfa;wekrwer;
Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? No.
Who are you closest to? My mom.
Have you ever had a bad concert experience? No.
Are you currently sad about anything? A number of things.
Have you had any form of exercise today? No, but tomorrow is day #2 at the gym!
Can you handle blood? Yeah, np.
Has any place hired you underage for a job? No.
Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No sir=ee.
Are you currently searching for a job? Not anymore, at least not actively. I was going to after TMS, but I'm just... still not ready. Right now, I'm focusing on the gym and getting healthy again, but if the seemingly perfect job comes along, I'm not opposed to taking it up.
Does eating breakfast make you sick? No, I've got to have breakfast or else THEN I feel awful.
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-- Remembering Me --
And I oop. Not gonna be all fancy with the ~Description shit~ this time.
Just know these things;
Ships: Zhongven, Aether x OC/Self insert
TW: Flashbacks, injury, Emotional Neglect Implications, ~Abandonment Issues tm~, Suggestive language, general swearing
Taking a deep breath, dark brown eyes look out over the evening sky. It was quiet, save for the panting breath of a small group, who sat there for a few minutes to gather themselves together and regroup. Another quiet evening along the mountains of Liyue…
This group had been traveling together for a little while, to the point that their hair had started getting a bit overgrown. How annoying. Still, for now until they settled down for a little while, they were keeping their hair tied up a bit, with some help from their friends.
At the head of the group, Aether- determined as he was- glanced back towards the group with a small grin.
“Caught your breath? Ren, Venti, Zhongli?”
“Enough to make the jump, yeah. What about you two?” Ren responded, a smile on their features. Still, something about them had seemed off. Had been off most of that day, Aether couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was...and frankly, given their nature, he was afraid to ask. He watched as they turned their expression to Venti and Zhongli, the former sitting on the latter’s shoulders.
“You act like I can get winded,” Venti joked lightly, “I am Barbatos after all.”
“Keep making that joke and I won't hesitate to throw you off the cliff myself.” Ren quipped back, tease in their tone but full intention in their voice. Venti only laughs, knowing that they would, but likely won't.
“I can manage to cross the gap, yes.” Zhongli responded curtly with a small nod.
“...You do realize you’ll have to put Venti down to use the glider properly, right?” Aether pointed out, although knowing how this would likely go. Sure enough, Venti pouts and clings to Zhongli by the neck.
“No!”
“Venti, dear…” Zhongli sighs and takes a step to try and pry the clingy archon off of him, “It's just until we cross the gap. It’s getting late anyway, we’ll likely be setting up camp once we cross the gap.”
Watching the two bicker lightly back and forth for a few moments, Ren sighs, reaching into their bag to make sure their glider was properly situated. Still, as they went to do so, Aether put a hand on their shoulder.
“Everything alright?” He figured he’d at least ask, tilting his head to the side.
“...Yeah, of course, why?” They smiled, again, but it was...fake. He knew that, and he knew they knew it too.
“You just seemed kind’ve distant lately, that's all.” He responded, taking a moment to sit while the couple behind him sorted the situation out. Looking briefly over his shoulder, he saw Venti’s arms were now wound completely around Zhongli’s face, with the latter in question trying to pry him off. But, much like a cat, Venti would only slipped out of his grasp and cling even harder.
“...Just been thinking, that's all.” They mumbled after a moment, “You mentioned before how you were looking for your sister...And that you were a traveler from a completely different world.”
“Yeah?” As he spoke, he took out an apple, biting into it quietly.
“...When I asked you before, you didn't answer my question… But I knew the answer already. When everything is said and done, when this is all over… You’ll likely just leave again. You and your sister. You’ll just up and leave all the people you met here behind. Leave all the lives you changed behind…” They hesitated to continue speaking before sighing, looking down past the cliff, the ground hundreds of feet below, “Leave me behind…”
Aether couldn't bring himself to really speak. They had brought this up in the past, that was true...and even then, Aether was uncertain of how to respond. Of course, being realistic, the likelihood was that that inevitability was still further down the line- likely months, maybe even a few years in the future depending on his luck. But, even so… It was still an inevitability.
As he fumbled with his tongue on the words to speak, they gave a melancholy chuckle and shook their head.
“Still, I get it, I mean!...Big otherworldly guy, you have such a strong destiny ahead of you and I mean...I’m just some guy who happens to have a hydro vision and the patience of a twig.”
“Ren, you’re not-”
Ren quickly shook their head, “No, no. It's fine. I’ve known that for practically my whole life…It's something I've grown used to.”
Aether raised an eyebrow at that, about to question what they meant with that last statement, before they stood up and looked behind them, quickly trying to end the conversation.
“Hey! Barbatos! Morax!” Well, guess that does end the conversation, at least for now. It seemed that the more Aether tried to talk to them, the more questions he ended up left with.
The two looked towards the brunette, Zhongli huffing in annoyance.
“I told you not to call me that.” He mumbled around Venti’s hand, which was clung to his mouth.
“Have you two sorted out your whole...mess?” They gestured to how Venti was still feverishly clung to Zhongli, his legs now wrapped awkwardly around the taller archon’s torso.
“Does it look like we have?” Zhongli muttered bluntly, and Ren sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose, walking over to the pair. Aether sighed, following suit. He’ll have to ask at a later point.
“Venti, it's just for a short while okay?” The brunette looked up to their friend, eyebrows furrowed.
“No!!!” He remained stubborn, pouting and hiding his face into the crevice of Zhongli’s neck. Taking a deep breath to keep their composure together, they wracked their brain for a few moments before pursing their lips in a meek attempt to not start smirking.
“You know, once we set up camp on the other side of the cliff, me and Aether will likely go to sleep right away...Leaving you two to do whatever you want, really…” They rose an eyebrow at that, cheekily chuckling, “Cuddling, kissing...etcetera.”
At the mention of possible etcetera, Venti practically sprung off of Zhongli, a cheeky and mischievous grin on his face.
“Well, why didn't you say so earlier? Let's go!”
“Leave it to Venti to be swayed by the promise of draconian dick.” Ren shook their head with a laugh, Venti chuckling as well as the two headed to the cliff. Zhongli only flustered in response, and rather than saying anything at all in response to the antics, simply covered his mouth with a gloved hand and followed the two in tow. Ren snickered noting to themselves how his face was dusted in a light shade of pink.
Aether couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding not to think much of the statement at this point. As far as he knew, Ren had been best friends with Venti since before he met them- so it wasn’t much of a surprise that they knew what would kick the poetic Archon along.
Now that they were all ready to head out though, the group couldn’t help but grin. Gliding was usually a fun experience for them, bringing memories of goofy accidents and bittersweet promises. Sure, it was just to cross over from one giant mountain to the next; but it was still a moment to be shared only by them- that was for certain.
Zhongli took off first, somewhat hesitant on leaving the ground as he usually was- but as he sprinted and leapt off the cliff, the subtle little click of the glider unfolded- dark brown wings unfolding from the depths of his bag.
Venti followed in tow, almost as easily as breathing. Simply meandering off the cliff himself, his braided pigtails glowed as the lightest puff of what remained of his archon powers sent him a bit higher into the air, bright teal glider wings fluttering out behind him as he soared up and over.
Ren was next in tow, taking a moment or so to calm their nerves and just focus on gliding rather than the anxiety of falling that has had them gripped since they had awoken in Mondstadt all those months ago. Still, being cheeky, they looked back to Aether with a still-fake smirk, leaping behind them off the cliff before their glider clicked to life, a soft darker blue set of wings from their glider popping out.
Aether, being the leader of the party, usually went last- mostly so he could keep an eye on everyone else and keep any incidents from happening. He shook his head with a laugh at his friend’s antics, a sheepish little blush coating his face for a few moments before calming himself down and resolving to leap off the cliff himself, a mishmash of light brown and soft teal wings from his own glider catching his fall.
In the air, it was mostly silent. Silent save for the quiet chirps of wildlife around them- mostly birds in the air- and the wisp of wind all around them as they slowly started to make their way across the gap. Ahead of them, Ren watched Venti quietly staring at Zhongli- mainly his ass- from behind the taller Liyue Archon. Glancing slightly over their shoulder, Aether looked lost in thought, but stared straight on ahead towards his destination- determined as he always was.
Looking back ahead of them, Ren couldn’t help but think about the conversation they were having earlier with Aether. Truth was, they couldn’t be feeling worse. They cared about him, a lot, and they cared about the relationships they made. But, like always, it seemed that they were destined to be left behind while the people around them accomplished things they never could.
‘Like always.’
That phrase bounced around in their head idly, and they couldn’t help but furrow their eyebrows in confusion.
There was a lot they didn’t remember- in fact as far as they’re concerned, they don’t remember the life they had before waking up in Mondstadt. Venti was their first friend, even if he had a few commitment issues. But that feeling….that fear of being abandoned, even without their memories- it lingered and festered deep within them.
...For the life of them, they couldn’t remember why.
And a part of them wondered if they even wanted to know.
Yet, that phrase kept bouncing around in their mind. Like a ping pong ball, or a slime repeatedly attacking, it kept repeating. It felt like they knew why, it felt like there was a scratching at the back of their head. A flickering. A flickering feeling, a flickering thought…
A flickering...memory?
‘She’ll never come around.’
A voice. It was familiar. Very familiar. It was...their own.
‘She just hurts me...leaves me...she left me behind so she could be with him. How could she do that to her own daughter?’
In one blink, they were still flying alongside their party. In the next, it was dark...it was raining. Occasionally, shots of lightning lit up the sky, and the sound of rain was only as loud as the thoughts that had prattled around their head. The rain that hit their cheek was just as cold, as the tears that fell from their cheeks were warm- leaving them clammy. Both from the chill, and the anxiety that had their hands shading around their makeshift glider. The same one they had haphazardly handmade specifically for this reason. To get away. To run. To be free, finally.
Their heart kept pounding out of their chest...it took a few days, but they barely slept. They barely stopped to eat. They just kept running. They didn’t know if their family would do a search for them, and frankly they just wanted to get as far away from them as possible.
Not to mention, there was the stinging sensation of cuts and bruises along their body... Even during their escape, they had run into plenty of goons and monsters. Most of their equipment aside from their glider was stolen...they just had to keep running. They had to get somewhere safe.
‘I have to keep moving. I have to keep going. I can’t stop running, I can’t give in to everything yet, I can’t-’
Their thoughts were still running a mile a minute, have been since they had run off on their parents all those days ago. There was a faint hum of their thoughts, what they could only assume was the reason behind their escape, but it was just out of reach of their present-day self.
The makeshift glider was struggling. Made out of various shabby materials, and you had to grab onto the handles on the sides to keep from falling. It shook in the wind, threatening to fall apart, as lightning once more shot across the sky, bright and angry.
A face came into their thoughts. Dark brown hair, that cascaded down past her shoulders- and a cold...almost calculated stare of bright blue eyes.
A shudder wracks through their body. Landing for a brief moment, they didn’t know exactly which way they were going, or even if the direction was correct. They had just been hopping between mountain points for the past few hours. They felt so cold though, between lethargy and malnutrition, not to mention dehydration. All of that, faced with the cold winds of a storm overhead.
However, their thoughts were interrupted by a feeling, almost like static, like the air was heating up around them-!
Before they could think twice to move, lightning shot up from the ground below them, striking them straight through the makeshift glider and splicing it clean in two. A screech of pain wracks through their body, all before starting to plummet unforgivingly towards the ground below.
Their vision spotted, unconsciousness starting to creep in towards them...and for some reason, there was a sense of acceptance in the deepest parts of their mind. They did everything they could...would it really be a shame for someone like them to really meet their end this way?...At the very least, it would be out of everyone else’s way…
But, right before their consciousness slipped away, they saw, just out of the corner of their vision, a bright teal burst of wind- and a blur quickly reaching out to catch them before they met the ground-
“Soren!”
They snapped out of their thoughts- their memories- long enough to realize what happened….the shock of the memory had shut off their glider, sending them plummeting down again. Venti was the one who shouted after them, the party quickly flying down after them to try and catch them before they gave themselves a concussion.
Eyes widening as their situation dawned upon them, they turned and reached around trying to unlock their glider once again, but despite the subtle clicks of their bag- nothing happened. Was the damn thing stuck?!
Swearing to themselves in a low tongue, they did small somersaults in the air as they tried to wrestle their bag off of them to fix their glider. However, the more time that was passing, the faster they were falling, and the faster they were coming closer to likely getting themselves killed.
Aether’s eyes widened when he seemed to realize none of them would be able to catch them quick enough. Thinking on the spot, he looked to Venti and Zhongli before forming a quick idea.
“Venti, the bushes!” He called out to the anemo archon, and after a moment of thought, Venti nodded in agreement, gliding down a bit more and with a twist of his hand- yanking a flurry of leaves and bushes over where they’d likely meet their impact.
Despite all of that, their heart rate was quickening and they couldn’t breathe, they just had to focus and- and-!
Squeezing their eyes tight, their brain had resolved to just shut off in the face of their fear and anxieties being too much for them to handle, curling into a ball around their bag as they- unconscious- thunked into the bush Venti had yanked over.
Fluttering back down to the ground, Aether put his hands on his knees with an exhausted little sigh. He didn’t know what happened, one moment they were in front of them, and in the next they were falling- expression blank as if they were completely lost in thought. Venti and Zhongli landed in tow, as Aether pulled himself together and walked over to the bundle of leaves where they were laid.
Taking off a glove, he put a hand to their wrist. They were alive, thankfully. Their pulse was racing though, likely a result of panic. Giving a quiet sigh of relief, he looks back to Venti and Zhongli.
“They should be fine… they seemed to just black out. They might have a minor head wound, and be suffering from shock, but they’ll live.” He said to the two Archons, “Guess we’ll be setting up camp down here tonight.”
Nodding to themselves, the group was strangely quiet, as they went about laying down camp for the night.
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...Ugh.
Their head hurt.
It hurt a lot.
Taking a slow breath, their eyes slowly opened as their eyebrows furrowed, vision hazy as their world came back into view. What happened? Where were they now? Several questions were just mindlessly playing in their mind, but it all faded to white noise as they slowly tried to sit up.
“Whoa, hey,” Aether’s voice immediately caught their attention, eyes shifting to the front of a tent where he stood, “Be careful there...you took quite a bad fall. You’re lucky you’ve got two anemo users on your side.”
Ren just groaned as the memories came flashing back- both the memory they had recalled earlier...and the, frankly, embarrassing display that happened after.
“Fuck me, I’m so sorry about that. I don’t know what happened, I just-”
Aether shook his head, “None of that. It doesn’t matter what happened or how, all that matters is that you’re alright. Just...get some rest, okay? I made some food for everyone to eat for the night, I’ll bring some in for you.”
“No, you don’t need to go through all that trouble-” Ren protested, trying to get to their feet but only pausing as Aether put a gloved hand over their mouth.
“Let us take care of you for once, okay? You always are telling us when we need to take a break and to not overexert ourselves, so it’d be hypocritical not to show that same kindness to yourself.” He spoke sternly, soft amber eyes staring directly at them. Despite the situation, they found their face dusted in a galactic blush.
“...O-Okay,” They mumbled around his glove, and he smiled and sighed, letting his arm drop.
“If you need anything, let me know okay?” Aether gave a gentle nod to them, “I’ll be in to sleep a little while later.”
As he walked back out of the tent, Ren simply laid back down, staring at the soft browns of the tent and the sky outside its flaps. It looked like it was night now, so no doubt quite some time passed between then and now. There were so many thoughts just trying to rattle around in their head...that night.. That was only a few short days before they woke up in Mondstadt, that they knew for certain.
Still, the more they tried to focus on that memory and process it, the more they just found themselves thinking of Aether and flustering up all over again. Damnit all, why must he be so fucking cute! They huffed in annoyance and lightly bit at their hand, growling under their breath as they tried to focus on anything else other than how pretty his soft amber eyes were…
They don’t know how much time passed, but soon enough Aether came back into the tent with two plates, Paimon holding a couple cups herself.
“Hey! Hope you weren’t waiting too long,” Aether spoke as he sat down next to them. Ren’s eyes widened in confusion in realizing he brought both a plate for them, and for himself.
“Aren’t you going to go eat with the others?” They asked, managing to sit back up. There was a dull ache in their spine, but it was nothing that some rest wouldn’t heal.
“For one thing, Venti and Zhongli ate earlier. For another, I feel like if I...well, ‘interrupted’ right now, I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Venti.” Aether explained, a nervous flush across his face. Ren had to forcibly swallow the quiet squeal.
“Pfft-” They giggled, “Okay, that sounds about right.”
“Besides,” As Paimon set down the two drinks, she winked to Aether who spoke as she floated back out to go to her own separate smaller tent- preferring her privacy, “I like spending time with you...you know?”
“Archons, you’re fucking adorable,” The words slipped aimlessly past their lips without much hesitation. Only to blush even further and put a hand over their mouth.
Silence took over the tent for a few moments as Aether stared at them in shock, blushing to the tips of his ears.
Ren just nervously coughed into their arm and looked away, scratching the back of their head.
“A-anyway!! Let’s eat.” Ren quickly dismissed, grabbing the cup and bringing it to their mouth. All before Aether put an arm around their shoulder and yanked them close to his side. After blushing even more for a few quiet moments, they quietly gave a silent smile.
...Sure, things were complicated right now, between Aether’s destiny and their own abandonment issues but...for now, they didn’t have to think about it right then.
For now, they just appreciated being alive...and being allowed to be around him. Being in his arms like this, even for just a little while. So for now...they’d just eat in a pleasant silence, occasionally blushing and giggling as they looked to each other.
Tomorrow was another day...and with it, another day full of adventure. In the end, that’s all this was. Life was their adventure.
#[ storytime! ]#[ Stormy Winds ]#[ Bardic Duo ]#genshin impact#genshin impact self insert#genshin impact aether#genshin impact traveler#traveler x self insert#aether x self insert#zhongven#genshin impact zhongven#injury tw//#abandonment issues tw//#emotional neglect tw//#flashbacks tw//#ptsd tw//#amnesia tw//#citrus-y tw//#citrus tw//#It took a month just to write this dhkdsjhdk#90% of which was in a single day but yk.#My laptop's been in repairs for a better part of a month >:v so sue me
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PROMPT: Cold Comfort
It had been Jax she had sobbed for at first, too over-wrought to fully realise why, but with hindsight, she’d come to suppose her subconscious had recognised the young president as the one with the power to fix it. To make sure this never happened to any other unsuspecting girls.
She was open-minded, knew from experience there was a kink for just about every damn thing. Hell, that was how she’d made a living for years. Kept a roof over her little boy’s head. Now she had two more kids in her sole care - vulnerable kids who had endured more violent loss than most adults would know how to cope with. For them, she’d been prepared to take a risk, branch out. But this …
She hadn’t been prepared for this.
Humiliation was one thing, she could bear that if she had to. And she had felt she had to. Money was already tight and while she could just about stand to let herself be further used and objectified when she thought it was on her terms, her pride just wouldn’t let her accept a handout. Not from her mom and not from the club. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, take charity. Not even from family.
But outright torture … She hadn’t seen that coming. Maybe she should have.
Chibs had tried his best to both soothe her and get to the bottom of it all, anger and sympathy warring for dominance on his scarred face even before he knew anything like the whole story. But she couldn’t let herself be cleaned up until she knew she had done everything she could to shut down that vile place. What consenting adults got up to was their business, but she hadn’t agreed to that. To any of it.
And neither had the other women.
So, still bloody and tear-streaked, she’d been loaded back into Ima’s car and driven to Diosa and to Jax, with Harleys behind them all the way. She’d stared out the window blankly on the journey, tearful, but kind of numb. On finally seeing the handsome blond biker though, his eyes widening at the state of her, remembering his sorrow and kindness at her husband’s wake, the floodgates had broken completely and she had simply sobbed for Opie as she crumpled in the arms of his shocked best friend. She knew all too well that Opie wasn’t coming back, but in that moment, he was all she’d wanted. The only place she’d truly have felt safe was wrapped in his big arms.
Jax had seemed to know he was a poor substitute, but he’d tried his best to offer comfort, his hands in the tangled knots of her hair as he held her close, until his need to know, to put whatever the hell had happened right, kicked in and then took over.
“You gotta talk to me, darlin’,” Jax had said as he pulled back, his tone kind, but firm. “I need to know what happened. Who the fuck did this to you. Tell me, Lyla, and I’ll make it right. I promise.”
So she’d ended up sat on one of Diosa’s comfortable couches, surrounded by bikers, Nero and Gemma, feeling self-conscious in the face of their interrogation, despite the concern in all their eyes. And it was Chibs who had quietly sat down close by her side, taking one of her hands in both of his, the gentle squeeze of his fingers proving to be the support she needed to be able to tell her story.
She didn’t go big into the detail. She knew they wouldn’t judge her for what she did, that their own involvement in the industry allowed them to see past the surface. To realise she was just another single mom trying to get by. That being a porn star didn’t somehow make her any less than human. Not everyone was capable of seeing that. Telling her side of things in that dry, matter-of-fact way was her only means of getting through it without breaking down again though.
And if her delivery was to-the-point and unemotional, it was still countered by the haunted look in her blue eyes. What she had endured had been a wake-up call. Like she’d told the gathered Sons, this hadn’t been her kind of gig. Her entire career had been fluff really. Lot of girl-on-girl. Cutesy almost, playing on her ability to look young and innocent. Or young and naughty, as required. Cages and whips and knives and beatings … That was a dark road she’d never planned on going down.
At the mention of what she’d already gone through at the hands of Frankie Diamonds, supposedly one of their own, she could see the moment it sank in for both Jax and Chibs just how hard that had hit. They hadn’t stopped to think about the knock-on effect, the unexpected consequences of that callous bullet, and that guilt over their unintended thoughtlessness landed heavily on their shoulders. She didn’t blame them though. They couldn’t have known, not when she’d been so determined to get through it alone like she always did.
Chibs’ gentle tucking of her hair behind her ear had been enough to spark fresh tears, his other hand never letting go of hers, giving her the strength to keep going when she just wanted to get away. To curl up and cry.
And then it was done. She’d told them everything she knew and it was in their hands, leaving her free to be whisked back to TM by Gemma, bikers again in tow. The stares of croweaters and hangarounds set her freshly on edge, but before the club matriarch could bark an order for them to make themselves scarce, there was already a reassuring hand at the small of her back.
“This way, darlin’. I got ya.”
Chibs steered her down the corridor to one of the rooms, settling her on the edge of the bed before briefly disappearing, only to return with a basin of water in his hands and a medical bag tucked under one arm.
“I can get Gem or one o’ the other girls if you’d rather,” the Scotsman offered, sitting down beside her again when she shook her head. “Trust me? Good lass. Let’s get ya cleaned up then and you just tell me if I’m hurting you or you need me to stop … Ah, Jesus, lovie, look at this mess … Don’t you be worrying your wee head any more about it – those bastards are gonna answer for this. We’ll make sure o’ it.”
With infinite care and patience, he gently cleansed all the bare skin he could of blood and grime, face, arms, legs, applying ointment where needed and apologising every time she winced.
“I know, pet, I know,” he soothed, clearly hating to have to cause her further pain with the antiseptic. “But you’ll feel better once it’s done …”
It took a second for her to realise the reason for his hesitation, until she felt gentle fingers ease the strap of her skimpy camisole aside to examine yet another wound with an intake of breath.
“How far’s this go?”
The slight drop of her head as she tried to avoid his gaze told him everything he needed to know.
“Fucking animals,” he muttered darkly, trying to consider the best way to handle this. “All right, sweetheart, still trust me?”
Knowing what needed to be done, she managed a little nod.
“Right then …” Chibs said, easing her round to sit with her back to him. “Lift up, lass. That’s it, nice and easy. I’ll be quick as I can.”
He’d peeled the delicate bloodstained lace and silk up and over her head as carefully as he could, before once again setting to work with the soft washcloth, tending to the multiple cuts and grazes marring the pale skin of her back and sides. Then he’d pressed the cloth into her hand and let her manage as best she could herself to take care of her front and high up on her thighs under the thin blanket she’d been wrapped in since first being delivered back to them by Ima. He stayed close though, leaning in on instinct to press a kiss to the back of her head when he realised she was crying again.
“I’m so sorry this happened to you, darlin’,” he whispered, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
She felt him get up from the bed, hearing a drawer open before he was back and handing her a clean Samcro t-shirt big enough to keep her decent.
“Pull that on for now and Gemma’ll sort ya wi’ something proper to wear before we get you home,” he said, waiting until she’d complied to turn her around so he could look her in the eye. “Better?”
She nodded, tearful all over again at his kindness. “T-Thank you, Chibs,” she whispered.
“I’d say any time, but I don’t wanna be seeing you like this again, love,” he smiled sadly.
Her lips brushing over his took them both by surprise but, suddenly desperate for that comfort, she kissed him again before his brain could catch up.
He was only human and her mouth was soft and sweet as he cupped her small face in his hands and kissed her deeply, letting himself be momentarily blinded to the fact that she was supposed to be a patient of sorts in his care – not to mention that in his mind, and hers, she was still his brother’s wife.
He swore when he pulled away first, as if he’d been burned.
“Shite, sorry – I shouldn’t have--”
Shame and embarrassment washed over her, almost stronger than when they’d first saw what had been done to her. She’d started this. She’d let him see what had been done to her and, just because he’d been kind to her, had thrown herself at him like some desperate slut.
“No, it’s my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking. Oh my god, I’m so stupid! Sorry, I’m sorry--”
“Lyla,” he tried. “Lyla, stop. Darlin’, it’s okay …”
“It’s not – it’s not okay! You were only trying to help and I just … I don’t know why I thought you’d want a mess like this – why would anyone? I should go. Shit, I’m so embarrassed …”
“Whoa, slow down there, sweetheart,” Chibs tried again, catching her as firmly as he could by the arms while being mindful of her injuries. “Oi, listen to me, you got nothing to be embarrassed about or sorry for. I’m flattered, love, really I am. Gorgeous wee lass like you – nah, don’t be rolling those eyes now. Come on, you’re a fucking stunner, Ly. A few cuts and scrapes ain’t gonna change that. But you’ve been through a hell o’ a time and you ain’t in a good place right now. And since I don’t really fancy being the cause o’ regret on that pretty wee face, what d’ya say we put this on ice at least ‘til you’ve had a rest, straightened yer head out, yeah?”
She stared at him, taking in those warm brown eyes fixed on her, the hands that had slipped into hers again.
“Why are you being so good to me?” she whispered.
A little smile quirked the corner of his mouth at that and he shrugged, leaning in to give her one final little kiss. “You got people who care about you, lass – don’t ever forget that.”
#sons of anarchy#soa#soa imagine#samcro prompt#sons of anarchy imagine#chibs telford#soa chibs#lyla winston#jax teller
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Emerson Barrett Fan Fiction - Beautiful Things Come One Stitch At A Time
Prompt: Enemies to Lovers (or rather exes to still-exes-but-one-of-them-wants-to-get-back-together)
Word-count: 1825 words
Warnings: none
Description: Tia dumped Emerson because he wasn't good for her. She never expected to see him at work four years later - and now she doesn't know what to do.
Sequel to Not Enough Stitches To Put Us Back Together!
Tia sighed and ran her hand through her hair.
This was not how she had wanted to spend her day.
After getting fired, she’d started looking for jobs that would take her away from Las Vegas. It had only been a few months since she’d dumped her ex-boyfriend, Emerson, and it had seemed like the universe was telling her it had been time for a change. She’d applied for a few various positions, and ended up taking a job on Los Angeles, at Sumerian Records. At the time, Palaye Royale had been an unsigned band, and Tia had taken a job as a personal assistant in the record label’s legal department, figuring that even if Palaye Royale were signed to Sumerian, it was unlikely Tia would ever have any reason to deal with them.
However, two very significant things had changed since she’d first started working for Sumerian.
Firstly: she’d become a tour manager. Apparently she had an undiscovered talent for wrangling people and organisation. The last bit hadn’t really been undiscovered to her, but the people wrangling bit had been a pleasant surprise.
Secondly - something that was a much less pleasant surprise - Palaye Royale got signed to Sumerian Records.
Tia hadn’t been pleased. She’d gone straight to her boss, Kayley, and explained everything: that Emerson was an ex-boyfriend, that they hadn’t parted on the best of terms, and that Sebastian and Remington despised her. Kayley had taken it in stride, and made notes in all the relevant places that Tia wasn’t to be TM on any tour Palaye Royale were on. It was a system that worked for years; she never saw any of the three men, and since she’d blocked them all on all of her social media accounts, along with anyone she knew they were close with, she wasn’t even sure she worked for the label they were signed to.
It was the perfect arrangement, as far as she was concerned.
But then the world had gone to shit. That had been rough for everyone, not least Tia, who had been lucky to be put on paid leave through the worst of it, getting 75 percent of her monthly salary each month. Between that, using the extra time to spend on her crafting hobbies that allowed her open up an Etsy store, and her savings, Tia had been lucky enough to wait the virus out. Some of her colleagues hadn’t been so lucky, and had had to move on, but as much as Tia’s heart had hurt for them, she hadn’t really thought of what that meant for her.
Like the fact Sumerian were now dealing with the world opening back up for concerts while they had a lack of tour managers.
Which was how Tia had ended up being named TM for the second leg of Palaye Royale’s The Bastards Tour.
Just kill me now.
Kayley had been apologetic, and Tia honestly believed there was nothing her boss could’ve done, but in some respects that just made things more frustrating. There was no-one to blame for these circumstances but a shitty universe fucking with her, and so Tia just had to put on her big girl knickers and get on with it. Starting with introducing herself to the boys as their new TM.
It wasn’t going to be fun. In fact, Tia was pretty sure it was going to be the worst day she’d had since she’d dumped Emerson.
Despite that, though, Tia squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked onto the tour bus that was going to be her new home - and the home of her ex-boyfriend and his brothers - for the next few months. The sudden silence that fell across the three men sitting in the main living area was deafening, but Tia didn’t let it intimidate her. She was going to have to face a lot worse than just silence, and she wasn’t going to be beaten so early on.
So, instead, she just put a blandly professional smile on her face, and introduced herself before any of those idiots could speak: “Good morning. I’m Tatia, and I’m going to be the TM for this tour.”
“We know who you are.” Sebastian glared at Tia: “It’s not like we’d forget the bitch who dumped our brother on the way back from the hospital.”
Remington nodded: “We’re not awful people.”
Tia would like to argue that point, specifically about Sebastian and Remington, but she was determined to remain professional.
Even if Emerson was staring at her as if she was some sort of literal angel: like he couldn’t quite believe he was actually seeing her. It was weird, and Tia really hoped that he stopped doing it soon, but in the name of remaining professional she ignored it.
“Of course you’re not.” Tia agreed with Remington, keeping her tone light and friendly, despite how bad his attitude was: “And irrespective of any previous relationships, we’re going to have to work together for the next three months, so I believe it’s in all out interests to be civil.”
“Or we could just tell the label that you’re a ex and we don’t want to work with you.” Remington smirked.
Tia just smiled at him: “Sumerian Records have been aware of the fact Emerson is my ex-boyfriend since you signed with them. Normally I would not have been your TM, but there’s a bit of a shortage of us around at the moment, and I’m the only one available for this tour. If you would still like to take it up with the record, then you can, but in terms of TMs, it’s me or no-one.”
Silence reigned again.
“Shall we get on the road, then?”
The silence continued, and Tia took that as a win.
A month into the tour, and Tia was ready to tear her hair out.
Remington and Sebastian were dicks. Andrew, their touring guitarist, took his lead from them, even if he wasn’t as bad: and their merch girl Hope did the same. All the roadies, some of whom she’d worked with before, were on her side, seeing Remington, Sebastian, and Andrew as arrogant and rude because…well, they were arrogant and rude, snapping demands during set up and ignoring everyone the rest of the time. The driver hated them because he was constantly annoyed by their antics on the bus, so he was on Tia’s side too
The bus was divided, and it was not conductive to a good environment.
And then there was Emerson.
Emerson, when he wasn’t busy on stage or doing media, followed Tia around like a lost puppy. The roadies had found it really creepy to begin with - and even when Tia had filled them in on the fact he was her ex, they still weren’t too happy about him. She was rarely left on her own, and she grateful for that - because apparently Emerson was not over her.
He started with constantly trying to make eye contact whenever they were in the same room. When that didn’t work, he moved onto texting her, since she’d unblocked him for work, but she ignored all messages from him that weren’t work related. Once he’d realised he wasn’t getting anywhere with the texts, he’d moved onto gifts and cares. A lot of gifts and cards. Stuffed toy cats, expensive treats like fancy baked goods and chocolates, interesting sounding books, even jewelry.
Tia ignored all of it, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he would stop letting her do that.
Eventually, he managed to corner her while she was talking to Hope about how much stock the merch table needed and if they needed to look at getting more. With Hope being firmly on the band’s side, and probably assuming Emerson was going to chew her out like Remington and Sebastian constantly tried to, she disappeared the moment he gestured for her to give him and Tia a moment.
He didn’t waste a moment once he had her trapped between himself, the merch table, and a wall, immediately launching into what he wanted to say: “Tia, I’m so sorry. Past me was awful - ”
“I hate to break it to you, Emerson, but present you is also pretty terrible.” Tia rolled her eyes.
“ - but I have changed.” Emerson continued, before his expression turned regretful when he registered what she’d said: “Even if I haven’t necessarily shown you that.”
Tia rolled her eyes again: “Pretty much the opposite. You and your brothers are exactly the same as I remember you: aggressive, cocky, or just plain apathetic. Your brothers have gone out of their way to make life difficult to me, and you’ve sat back and let it happen, just like the three of you used to drive me to the urge of panic attacks, and you did nothing about it. So, yeah, I wouldn’t exactly say that you’ve shown you’ve changed.”
Emerson had the good sense to look ashamed: “You’re right, I haven’t. I’m sorry.”
Tia remained resolute when Emerson’s face dropped.
She wasn’t sucked in by the act - and on the off chance it was genuine, it was nothing compared to the upset he’d caused her. The fact was, dating Emerson had been terrible for Tia’s mental health. It had driven her to therapy after the relationship ended, which had in time allowed her to see that although her issues were absolutely not Emerson’s fault, he exacerbated them so much that if she hadn’t dumped him when she had there would have been issues that he was to blame for.
Had she missed him? Yes. Did she still miss him? That was harder to say.
Emerson was a unique soul, and Tia had truly felt they had gotten along amazingly…he just never listened to her when she explained that there was something wrong. She had loved him, even though they’d been together for just six months, but that had been over four years ago now, and even though sometimes it made something in her chest clench when she looked at him, she honestly wasn’t sure if it was love or just an echo of the pain he’d caused her.
“I want to show you that I have, though.” Emerson suddenly continued: his forlorn look being overtaken by one of determination: “I will show you that I have.”
Tia wasn’t sure she believed him…but she found that, deep down, she wanted him to, even though she wasn’t going to admit it, so she just sighed: “I’m sure you’ll try, Emerson.”
“I will.”
“Okay, then.” Tia shrugged, still acting like she didn’t believe him - because she honestly didn’t, no matter what she wanted: “I’ve got work to do. You do what you want.”
She walked away, leaving Emerson to plan whatever he was going to do to try and convince her that he was a better person that he used to be.
I wonder if it will work…
#The Trees Writes#The Trees' October 2020 Writing Challenge#Emerson Barrett#Emerson Barrett imagine#Emerson Barrett fanfic#Emerson Barrett fan fic#Emerson Barrett fan fiction#Palaye Royale imagine#Palaye Royale fanfic
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Lexie And Happy
Master List
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Part Six
Part Seven
WARNING: Explicit language is used in this part and may not be suitable for some readers.
Lexie didn’t know where she was going, just that she was going. She simply allowed her feet to take her wherever they saw fit to take her, and before she realized it she was outside the town’s cemetery. Shrugging she thought to herself that this would be the best place to collect her thoughts and that she could finally pay her respects to Opie and Jax. She missed those two something fierce and now would be as good a time as any to go talk with her ‘boys’ as she jokingly called them growing up.
Finding the two headstones wasn’t hard for her. It seemed as if her heart lead her right to them. They were, of course, buried side by side. Something that made complete sense to Lex since those boys were all but inseparable when they were alive. Kneeling down between the two stones she started a one-sided conversation with her two friends that were like older brothers to her.
She filled them in on all the things she had did and dealt with over the years that she hadn’t really told anyone other than Tig. She set there and just talked to her ‘boys’ and tried to center herself in doing so. She made sure to tell them how much she missed them both and how she wished they were still here that she really needed them right now because she wasn’t sure how to comprehend what she had just done.
Meanwhile, back at Happy’s house the three men were still mid argument when Rat called from TM wondering where everybody was. This prompted a string of curses from all three men. Happy went to his room to get Lex and go to the garage for work only to realize she was missing. Yelling for Tig the two men quickly tried to figure out where she had gone.
Tig had called Venus, Chibs had called Althea, and Happy had simply took off to look for her, determined to find her quickly. He scoured the little town of Charming but to no avail. He hadn’t found Lex anywhere, so he decided to go back to the club house and let her uncle take a crack at looking for her.
Tig had been making frantic calls hoping Lex hadn’t bolted on them again, doing his best to figure out where she went, then it dawned on him like someone whispered in his ear where she might be. Tig took off to check without really saying anything to anyone. Leaving his brothers very confused.
Tig jumped into the TM tow truck and drove off hoping he still knew his niece like he once had. When she was younger and she need to center herself, she would turn to Jax and Opie. ‘With any luck that was still that case’, he thought as he sped off toward the town’s cemetery.
Pulling up he could see Lex at the stones with her back toward the small roadway that wound its way around the cemetery. He stopped the truck and simply watched his niece as she talked to the two headstones and brushed off the dirt that was on them. After waiting a few minutes, he decided to get out of the truck and slowly make his way over to Lex. He placed a had gently on her shoulder once he had gotten to her to let her know he was there waiting her to speak first.
She had jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to come up behind her. She looked up at her uncle with a tear stained face. Tig nodded and helped her off the ground. He had wanted her to speak first but he knew now that if she tried all that would come out was a sob, so he wrapped her up in a hug and whisper in her ear, “I know, Sweetheart. I miss them too.” He held her there and did his best to help her collect her composure before suggesting that they needed to head to the garage. He also mentioned something about Hap being in a minor panic about her just disappearing. To that Lex shook her head and agreed that it was time for her visit to come to an end.
Tig walked his niece to the tow truck with his arm around her shoulders knowing that she needed him, and the contact comforted her. Climbing into the truck with him behind her making her she didn’t slip. The ride to TM was a quiet one, Lex was lost in her thoughts and Tig was trying to keep an eye on her and drive both.
Tig let the ride be quiet for the first few minutes before speaking, “Can I ask why you bolted earlier, Lex? You scared the hell out of all of us, Kid.” As Tig spoke they had come to a stop at a red light and he looked over at her searching for an answer.
Lex sighed and frowned as she spoke to her Uncle, “ You three were fighting and I couldn’t handle it because I knew you were fighting because of me and what I had done, even if it was in self defense. I think Chibs was on to something. I come home and all hell breaks loose. Maybe… maybe I should just go back east after I get the shop back to its former glory.” Lex looked down at her hands in her lap knowing the expression on Tig’s face would be one of hurt.
And she was right. They were moving again, and he went silent and finished the ride that way. They finally arrived at the lot and Lex had barely let Tig park the truck before jumping out and heading into the garage’s office. Completely bypassing Happy who had jumped up form his seat and was heading for her but stopped short as she slammed the office door.
Happy and Chibs both met Tig in the middle of the lot and they proceeded to start arguing again, but this time Tig was the one to start it. Shoving Chibs back a step or two and laying into him about what Lex had said in the truck.
“I told you Asshole! I told you what you said got into her head! It took me over ten years to get her back home and she’s already talking about leaving again because of what you fucking said to her this morning!” Tig screamed at his president not out of anger at the man but because the fact that his niece wanted to leave her home again and it hurt him. Happy looked at his brothers alarmed and grunted out a “what?”, before turning and running to the office to talk to Lex in the hopes of convincing her to stay. He couldn’t let her leave him again.
Lex could hear the two men yelling outside even with the office door shut, though it didn’t stay that way for long. Happy stormed in and all but cornered Lex in the office demanding to know exactly what she had said and where the hell she had been.
Lex, wide eyed from him storming in, “Well from what I could hear you already know what I told my uncle, Hap.” She was not okay with the fact Happy had her cornered but did her best to focus on the argument at hand.
Happy Huffed in frustration, “So what? You were just going to bail on me again?” He had a wild look in his eyes he was upset and was letting it show. “Do you have any idea of the hell I went through after you bailed the first time?! Damn Alexandra! Why the hell did you even come back if you were just to leave me again? Why let me get my damn hopes, of having a life with the woman I love, up? If you hadn’t planed on staying what the hell did you come back for?” His voice finally cracked with his last question. Lex was always one he was able to let his guard down around and let his emotions show through the rough heartless exterior.
“When I came back Hap, I hadn’t planned on things going bat shit the moment I set foot inside the town limits, Hap! Christ, the last 48 hours have been insane even for SAMCRO standards! I was attack by some crazed Mayan. Who decided it was a good idea to shred my clothes I had on and probably do worse, that my fearless hero’s were suppose to keep contained but couldn’t? The bastard got away and tried to fucking kill you, to which I ended up,” she paused and whispered the next part, “killing him…” She was shaking at this point finally overwhelmed by it all. “What the hell else am I supposed to think. Shit was finally calm for you boys. I come home and look…” She gently nudged Hap out of the way as she headed for the office chair to sit down. “I’m sorry Happy. I don’t possess the ware with all to deal with all of this anymore.”
He was angry at the whole situation, “Little Girl, I don’t know why the shit storm picked up when you came home but I sure as hell know you aren’t responsible for it. Just our craptastic luck letting us know its still lingering.” He reached for her hand and pulled her back up out of the chair and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Please don’t leave me again, Little Girl.” His voice was soft and shaky. He knew the possibility was real and his heart ached knowing it. Feel her hold onto him just as tightly eased the fear slightly. He gently pulled back to look into her eyes, “So where exactly did you end up Lex? I looked everywhere I could think of for you.”
She gave him sheepish smile, “Guess it was the one place you hadn’t thought to look.” She paused just long enough for him to give her an annoyed look before speaking again in a serious tone, “I went to see my boys and try to clear my head, Hap.”
Happy nodded. She wasn’t home when they had lost Opie and Jax and he knew that those calls from Tig had to break her. She loved those two like they were brothers and they loved and protected her like she was their sister. Happy kissed her forehead, “You want to go with me to stop those two outside from killing each other or you want me to go handle it?”
She smiled at the sign of affection and shook her head, “Can you? I really need to get this place opened up for the day.” She paused and watched him nod and start to turn to go handle Tig and Chibs, “Hap.” He paused at hearing his name and looked at her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner, she smiled softly, looking him in the eye and spoke from the heart, “I love you.”
He grinned at her, “Love you too, Little Girl.” He murmured as he gave her another quick kiss, this time one the cheek and walked out to break up the two arguing men. As he exited the office, he purposely left the door open so that Lex was able to see what was going on and she did watch the three men interact as Happy separated the two men, who were still arguing, but now it over little random things. Which made her chuckle to herself and think that was exactly why Tig was driving the argument that direction.
She leaned in the doorway and continued to watch as Tig and Happy walked toward the club house and Chibs was walking toward her. She sighed and knew that he was going to gun for her sooner or later. Guess it was going to be sooner. She stepped away from the door and sat down in the chair and waited for the seemingly rabid Scotsman to get to her. She had just picked up her pen when he stepped into the office and cleared his throat. Without even looking up from the paperwork she spoke, “Yes, Mister Telford? What can I do for you this time?” She didn’t try to hide her annoyance with the man. “Let me guess I’m causing more problems…”
Chibs all but growled in his own annoyance toward the woman. Speaking in his thick Scottish brogue, “No, I was actually here to apologize for earlier, I was an arse to you. I was taking the stress of the situation out on you.”
Lex turned around and the look on the man’s face was comparable to that of a petulant child being forced to apologize for acting out at a family gathering. She placed her pen on the desk and devoted her full attention to the man, “So was that my uncle pulling those strings or Happy? ‘Cause you would never do that of your own doing Telford. You are far too proud a man for that, you and I both know it.”
He grunted and sat on the couch that was against the opposite wall. “Ya know, you were always way too smart for your own good, Girlie.” She spoke with a chuckle. He paused for a moment before continuing, “It was both of them, actually, but I truly was out of line earlier. Can ya forgive me, Darlin’?”
Lexie rolled her eyes at the man and nodded. “Though we never really got along all that great, you were always easy to read. At least for me. I get the stress levels are high because of the chaos of the last couple days. I’ve never really taken kindly to shit out of my control being taken out on me. Can we try to avoid that in the future?” She spoke matter-of-factly and honestly.
Chibs grumbled but nodded. Standing he held out his arm and asked Lex to accompany him to the club house to show the other two they had made up and are being civil with each other. She agreed but wouldn’t take his hand but followed him instead.
To Be Continued….
Part Nine
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hahahahha that’s funny lol (saying that the author of the common enemy fics is c!dream) but yeah common enemy definitely won’t fix the issues cause it’s the cycle of violence that they have to break and that definitely will not be fixed easily
woooo syndicate supremacy (I’ve finally learned how to spell syndicate correctly through our conversation lol) they’re definitely doing better than other people on the server and I love that for them! oh yeah either or both c!tommy and c!dream definitely need to reflect on the fact that they’re both make eachother worse. I absolutely loved how that fic handled that aspect of it because closure and freedom is exactly what I want for c!dream and c!tommy more than anything. yeah exactly!! which is why I don’t like the idea of c!dream dying either cause it just leaves everything unresolved. I doubt that’ll happen in canon tho
yea!! can’t wait for the angst! cc!wilbur just posted on reddit about ghostbur so we’ve already got some more of it 😔✌️which also reminds me that I’m sooo interested to see how c!dream is like once he’s out of prison because so much of the fandom believes different thing and there’s no way that he’s gonna be better or changed cause he’s had no opportunity to plus he’s been through terrible torture for so long and I can’t wait to see the effect of that. which also reminds me that I’ve seen lately that a lot of the fandom seems to think that c!dream was put in the prison as a punishment when it was less about that and more about the fact that he could revive people and that his last canon life would have been taken if not for that fact. a lot of the fandom says he deserves the prison but not the torture as a punishment but that’s not why he was put in the prison and if that was the case literally every other character would deserve the same punishment as well as they’re all characters that have done bad things. I feel like my typing is just getting more and more rambly and less and less well punctuated lol sorry
oh yeah those fandom rules definitely make sense. especially as someone who has been in online fandom spaces for like a long time and has seen all the tumblr discourse lol. like yeah those rules were actually not bad and don’t send death threats or harass people shouldn’t have to be said as much as it is in mcyttwt. I really do wish that the young people in this fandom realise that they’re allowed to just have fun and do what they like in fandom
I think that taking into account the fact that a character is a minor is definitely important I just disagree with the way that a lot of people use it as such a final argument that doesn’t leave room for discussion. yeah I’m the same like when I was younger I used to think I was so grown up but like I’m 18 now and I realise that that’s still so young even though at 18 I’m an adult. basically like the “child” argument is not so black and white either like instead of a defence I think it’s more something that should be taken into account when discussing a characters actions and I definitely agree with the characters you’ve added as people who that can be extended to. and yeah like in real life the minors would face soo many more consequences it’s kind of funny like everyone would but with it being such a prominent topic of discussion it’s funnier applying real life rules to dsmp is often so funny. I agree c!tommy should 100% pay taxes that would be hilarious
ooh yeah the three life system interesting cause at first glance you’d think it makes them worth less but evidently not and I do wonder how the characters see it. like you said with c!foolish and c!puffy it was traumatic to take a first life but for some it just seems as chances and the last life is what actually matters. who it’s against and also circumstance I think matters. I also tend to brush off c!tommy taking two of c!dream’s lives but I also tend to brush off the canon lives lost during the first l’manburg war as it was war and c!dteam and co were just better. I suppose I’m an everything but l’manburg apologist because of its foundations ig although I can still understand and acknowledge it’s importance to the characters such as c!tommy. I’ve seen it said that c!dream deserves prison because he took two of c!tommy’s canon, amongst other reasons of course, but so many other characters have taken canon lives and how do you determine the consequence of that in the dsmp cause in irl it’s very different and in the dsmp so far there really is no consequence for murder. like for example c!punz took two of c!wilburs canon lives (I stan him for that I’m a punz simp what can I say) and other characters have taken canon lives too. hmm I wonder what determined the severity of crimes on the dsmp cause the one character that’s in prison wasn’t actually put in there for his crimes.
hahahaha yeah I just can’t wait till we finally don’t have to reach that much
ahaha fair enough I just sometimes type too fast and autocorrect never seems to know what I want to say and I do not have the brain power to proof read a single thing I write. also I type out the asks in notes and after I sent the last one I was like damn that was really long and pasted it into pages to check. and oh my god this one is over a thousand words that’s like longer than one of essays I wrote for my philosophy final exam😭😭 I am so sorry
I will say though that I am quite enjoying this discussion cause it’s the most in depth discussion I’ve been able to have about this
I saw the angst wilbur put on reddit that mother fucker (affectionate) I actually have a rewlly weird relationship with wilbur’s meta lore. Things I accept: sally is a salmon, fridge mom, all the characters being morally gray. Things I don’t accept: whatever he was trying to do with character ages, also saying revivebur was straight when c!tommy saw him and quackity making out like nice try king. One of my biggest issues with the sever is that I get so easily attached to mobs/npcs in dream smp and they die so easy so Im always sobbing,,,, if anything happens to shroud, yogurt, michael (notchill), or fran I’ll mcfucking lose it
For c!dream getting out of prison I see there being only two routes: 1. he’s worse by a lot more evil more fucked up or 2. He’ll be actually too fucked up/tired/traumatized to do shit. Either of which is gonna hurt the sever so I’m looking forward to it personally
Other real life things I think should be implemented into dream smp: jury duty, required 3 life insurance, dentsits, and OSHA
I do think the rebellion against c!dream (in the final control room) is really interrsting in that c!tommy/c!punz was about to organize a bunch of the server against dream? I know c!tommy has amazing puppy eyes tm but c!punz was able to organize a big group of people, half of them didn’t really have that much against dream (other than the l’manburg people) and were only there on more vague terms. Like c!hbomb and c!ponk really didn’t have shit against dream but still helped in getting him into prison
I feel like we’re always gonna have to reach a little bit and oh shit 1,000 words? Bruh half my classes require that and I have yet to actually right that much. it’s way easier with stuff you’re passionate about and with all the content dream smp has gives way more to analyze
#anon#ask#long post#would have typed more but I’m extremely distracted by tubbo getting upset by a video game my b
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