#how the fuck did i survive this in 2021 after *gestures*

[lesmiserablol]

rewatching the hawkeye tv series umm this was the best thing to happen to me

#like yes they could’ve done better and yes he will never be matt fraction clint #but like. oh my god. #how the fuck did i survive this in 2021 after *gestures* #when yelena said ‘if i was there i could’ve stopped it i could’ve changed it’ about her sister dying…. WHAT THE FUCK ‼️‼️‼️ #yeah the way grief is shown in this is soooo #starts biting things #also have i ever mentioned i love kate bishop kate bishop is everything to me i love her #i know shes my pfp but i don’t talk about her enough. i think of her daily though i look at my matt fraction comics daily #and i thank god for kate bishop #anyway. absolutely cannot wait to include this in my list of things to make my gf watch with me

[stardancerluv]

Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 5

Summary: worries raise, anger explodes.

Roman’s mouth formed a thin line as he read the paper.

Cases are on the rise! Virus has mutated once again! Is another lockdown on the horizon? It announced.

He ran his fingers through his hair. His chest felt like it was tightening. An entire syndicate had contracted it and well… Died. Enemies should be beat the old fashioned way. Pushed or bought out, not some stupid virus. They should have been more cautious. He was still relieved that he had not met with them.

Getting up, he began to pace. His eye was caught by one the photos of the two of you that sat on his desk. He grabbed it. It was you before this silent killer. There was a carefreeness to it.

He glanced in the direction of your studio. The frame creaked under his gloved hand. You were not going to like what he was going to say.

******

You sighed after ending your call. Your heart beat hard in your chest. News from France just reached you. It was news you had been dreading. One of the best fabric merchants you knew has died. Damn it. That would put a dent in things.

You eyed the door of your studio. Cases were on the rise in Gotham. You knew how serious Roman was about keeping you safe.

Biting your bottom lip, you debated keeping this from him. In the three years of being his girl, you never lied to him. You frowned. The idea made you ill.

Damn, you just didn’t want him to worry. He had enough on his mind with the club. There was also those that he kept on the payroll.

You had been safe this entire time. You would continue to be. As it is, you had already put in place a lot of precautions. You could come up with more of them.

You eyed your door. You couldn’t lie to him. But how would you go about telling him. Your stomach knotted, making you ill.

You held your face in your hands as you tried to think. You began to pace. Then you went over to the window and looked out.

Damn this silent killer, you cursed softly. Why haven’t we found some way to curb or get rid of this virus.

Looking down you grimaced. You picked up one of the more carefree shots of you and Roman. You had managed a rather good shot of the two of you. Across his face was the smile that crinkled his eyes.

Since the pandemic you rarely saw it. At the beach house you did. Sighing, you sat down on the window seat.

A sharp knock on the door startled you. “Yes?”

Roman came in and you could already tell by his posture that this wasn’t good.

“Y/N, you and I have to talk.”

You swallowed and began to stand up.

He came over and gestured for you to stay seated. “Y/N.” As he looked at you, his eyes were stormy. His mix of emotions made your stomach churn. When he looked like this you knew you had to brace yourself.

“Cases are on the rise.” He started.

You nodded.

“I- I don’t want you going to meet your clients in person for a while.”

“Roman.” You stood.

“Listen, there are more and more mutations out there.”

“Yes, I’ve heard. But it's crucial to my business. I meet them and we discuss what they want.”

“Put a pause on that.” He stepped closer, his face took an edge. “Meet them on camera.”

“I can’t. It is integral to my creative process.”

“Your creative process?” He mimicked. “Your creative process?” He repeated. “Does that fend off the disease?”

“No, but… But-”

“Does the disease say, oh wait I can’t hurt Y/N. She is in the middle of her creative process!” He shouted.

“I take precautions!” You shouted back. Annoyance began to uncoil deep in your stomach.

“They’re not good enough!”

“I’m still here.” You were growing exasperated. “How about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will you? Will you negotiate, will you make a territory grab via camera?” You shot back.

“That’s different.”

“Because you’re a criminal?” You instantly winced at your own words. Fuck, what had you just said. Everything in you crumbled. You had not meant that. You reached for him, flinched and stepped back.

All emotion escaped his face. “Y/N...” Your name sounded strangled.

“Oh… Roman, I...” You wobbled… Tears immediately filled your eyes.

He inhaled, turned and began walking away. You grabbed his arm, he turned back and looked at you. You instantly let go of his arm. The look in his eyes spoke more than he coul d ever do. You backed up.

And moments later, he left and slammed the door shut behind him. You threw yourself against your window seat.

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[naminethewriter]

A Fateful Encounter

Another ship week, here we go! 🥳🥳 My second time participating in Intrulogical Week and I’m so excited! This is technically part of my Pirate!AU but that hasn’t been written yet, so go ahead and read it, no context required.

@intrulogicalweek2021

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Masterpost | Intrulogical Week 2021 Masterpost

Characters: Remus, Logan

Relationship: platonic Intrulogical

Rating: T

Words: 1,513

Summary: Remus expected the island to be uninhibited. He did not expect to be startled by the same guy twice.

Remus ducked under another tree branch, one hand holding onto his hat to make sure he didn’t lose it. It took him forever to find one he liked and he wasn’t keen on raiding another fifteen ships to replace this one. He made his way further through the tick jungle that seemed to encompass most of the unchartered island his crew had landed on. They hadn’t needed to stop necessarily; their supplies should last for at least two more weeks on sea but Remus always liked exploration and it wasn’t very common to stumble upon unchartered islands.

So far it hadn’t been the most exciting trip he’d taken, he saw some animals and plants he had never seen before but that’s it. He was almost bored. But one thing that kept him moving forward was the few paths he had found. It seemed like he wasn’t the first human on this island after all and he was curious as to where these paths lead. They weren’t as defined so not travelled along a lot but still. Remus was always too curious for his own good.

 Soon he found himself at the edge of a chasm. It wasn’t very wide but deep with many jagged rocks along its walls. If he threw someone down there, how many bones would they break before hitting the bottom, he wondered. He took another step closer to try and get a better look.

 “I would advise you to stay away from the edge. The ground is rather unstable.” Remus quickly turned, hand flying towards the pistol holster at his hip, startled by the sudden voice beside him. He had told his crew to stay at the ship and he didn’t recognize the voice. A few feet away stood a man, tall and lean. His clothes were worn down but rather clean. He had glasses and deep black hair like the feathers of a crow. He regarded Remus with a neutral expression, his blue eyes never wavering.

 “Where the fuck did you come from?” Remus asked, still a bit shocked. The other cocked his head slightly but his expression didn’t change.

 “From my camp. I was on my way to check on a bird’s nest that I am observing. Where did you come from?” Remus vaguely gestured into the direction he had come from while slowly moving towards there. He didn’t like being stuck between a chasm and a guy who seemed to live on an otherwise seemingly deserted island. His hand remained at his hip even though the other didn’t seem to be armed.

 “You live here?”

 “Yes.”

 “Alone?”

 “Yes.”

 “Why?”

 “Because there are species living on this island that I wanted to research.” The man didn’t seem perturbed by his questions or the fact that he was holding onto a weapon. Instead he looked away from Remus, seemed to spot something and moved closer to the chasm though he didn’t go as near as Remus had been only moments prior.

 “You a scientist or something?” The man’s eyes flickered back to him but soon focused back on a spot on the ground. Remus didn’t like this guy. He was too calm.

 “Indeed. And you are a pirate, I presume?” Again with the nonchalance! He acted like pirates were harmless. Something was off, way off. Remus hand grabbed the pistol but he didn’t draw, not yet.

 “What off it?”

 “Nothing. I was merely attempting to converse with you. But I am not particularly interested in your business here.” Remus narrowed his eyes.

 “Then why approach me at all?”

 “Because I feared you might fall.”

 “The fuck do you care if I fall or not?”

 “I simply do, is that so surprising?” The man stood, apparently done with inspecting the ground. Remus huffed.

 “Pretty much. Never met anybody who cared about a stranger getting hurt just ‘cause.”

 “Well, there is a first time for everything, I suppose. So what brings you here, pirate?”

 “Thought you weren’t interested in my business here.”

 “Again, attempt at conversation but if you do not wish to share-“

 “I don’t”

 “- then I will not ask further.” Remus grip on his pistol tightened, still very uncomfortable with the situation. All his instincts were telling him that man was dangerous despite him not being armed and seemingly having no muscles whatsoever. The other wasn’t bothered by his silence, simply watched him for a few moments before speaking again.

 “If you are here to hide treasure, please take care to not disturb the wildlife.” Finally, Remus snapped. Why exactly he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the talk of treasure but within seconds he pulled up his pistol, aimed and shot the man in the shoulder. He hadn’t aimed to kill but the recoil send the man stumbling closer to the chasm, the ground gave away and he tumbled over the edge. Remus stood frozen, listening to the sounds of the body colliding with stone several times before a loud crunch announced its arrival at the bottom. There was no way he survived that but Remus didn’t chance a look. Instead he surveyed the sky, noting that the sun was close to setting.

 “Time to get back to the ship,” he mumbled. He pulled out his compass to make sure he didn’t get lost and headed back toward the shore.

   The next day, Remus left alone again. A storm seemed to be brewing in the distance so he decided to postpone their departure until the next day and gave the crew a day off. A few accompanied him to shore, to swim and explore a bit but Remus went off to the deeper parts of the jungle alone. Nobody questioned him, they learned a long time ago that it was pointless.

 Heading a different direction this time, Remus focused more on finding a good spot to hide the wooded box he carried, hidden from his crew. A bounty off a ship they raided not so long ago that could land all of them in trouble if it were found in their possession. It was for the best to get rid of it. Fast.

 It took almost three hours until Remus stumbled over the entrance to a cave. It was small and dark and he contemplated if he should try to squeeze in there when he was once again startled by a voice.

 “You will not fit in there.” In a very reminiscent way, Remus spun around to face… the guy from yesterday? They stared at each other before Remus finally found his voice.

 “Wha- How? I killed you!”

 “Technically it was the injuries of the fall that killed me, not your… bullet I believe they are called?” Remus just stared at him, unbelieving.

 “Who the fuck cares how, you still died!”

 “Yes. I do not see your problem.”

 “How are you here if you died?” Again the man cocked his head to the side.

 “Do you not know the legends of Immortals? When I was young they were quite common.”

 “Of course I know the legends!” Remus sputtered. “But they’re just that: legends! Like I expect some random guy I shot to just come back to life!” The man nodded as if this was a typical discussion topic and he hadn’t just turned Remus’ entire world view on its head.

 “I suppose that is true. But considering the existence of other mystical creatures is well known and the elemental spirits have been proven to exist as well, I am a bit surprised that this comes as a shock to you.” Remus was once again at a loss for words. Sure, as many other had, he had hoped the stories were true, that humans could gain immortality like the sirens had but there was never any proof. And the elemental spirits were known to dislike humans once the lands were taken over and many forests destroyed. It was one reason why the seas had become so dangerous to travel, the spirits would not let the humans take any more control.

 For an immortal to be in front of him now… it was a dream come true. And suddenly, like a switch was flipped, the excitement overrode the shock, the doubt, and the carefulness. A grin broke across his face and with quick steps he made his way over to the man who now was the one to look startled.

 “That means you met the spirits? They approved of you? You really can’t die???” Their faces were now inches apart. The man blinked at him, the sudden change in demeanour throwing him off before he took a step back and cleared his throat.

 “Yes to all of those questions. Unless the council deems me no longer useful, I will revive no matter the injuries.” Remus’ grin grew impossibly wide and he let out a cackle. Then he grabbed the man’s hand and shook it widely.

 “Name’s Remus and you’re going to tell me everything now.” The man eyed him for a moment before pulling his hand back and rightening his glasses.

 “Logan. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

#namiswriting #my writing #intrulogicalweek2021 #day 1: au #platonic intrulogical #ts logan #logan sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #temporary character death #pirate!remus #researcher!logan #immortal!logan #pirate au snippets #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #reblogs are appreciated #also can't add this to the collection yet #ao3 is being mean to me #I'll try again in the morning

[dearmrsbitch]

July 21, 2021 - Entitled Parents Being Entitled.

Dear Prudence,

My house sits outside a housing development on two acres. We have the only real trees since the developer cut all their old growth down and put up fragile little twigs that give no shade. There are no parks nearby.

During the pandemic, we noticed that the local mothers would bring their children to the far side of our property and let them play in the shade. My husband and I put out a nice wooden picnic bench and a tire swing off a tree. Everything was fine for months until we noticed a lot of trash left there. We put out on the local social media page for our neighbors to be mindful this was private property and to please pick up after themselves. It still continued.

We had to take the tire swing down because children were using it dangerously (and even trying to climb our trees), and their mothers were not paying any attention. Then we started getting complaints from people. The straw that broke us was finding our picnic bench had been vandalized with profanity carved into it. My husband had made the bench himself. We dragged the bench back behind the house and posted again on social media that our generosity was at its limit, and for people to please stay off our property. We also got outside cameras based on advice from friends.

What happened then is that one of our neighbors decided to have a family party on our property and got miffed the picnic table was gone, so they went right behind our home and dragged it back to its original position. My husband came home to find the party in full swing. He went up and asked them what the hell they thought they were doing. There was a confrontation: No violence, but threats to call the police came from both sides. My husband told them we had cameras and to leave. They did, but on the video you can see them making obscene gestures and the license plates of their cars.

We ended up contacting the HOA of the development over everything, since social media and common courtesy has netted us nothing. They put in an official reprimand to all residents about leaving us alone, but they also want the video of the people from the party so they can make an example out of the trespassers. My husband has gotten very bitter about this entire affair and wants to give them the videos. I just want this over with. We tried to be good neighbors, only for it to blow up into this. What should we do?

— Want a Good Fence

Dear Neighbor,

Give the video and post it online, like, seriously, fuck these people.

I guess you haven’t met the latest breed of breeder yet, have you?  These new models don’t see kids as mini-humans to rear into future decent members of society, but as trophies and human shields. 

You weren’t exactly smart here though.  Okay?  Don’t ever do anything like you did for parents unless you have vetted the parents properly.  I mean, these people were trespassing on your land and you basically rolled out the red carpet without knowing them at all.  This is how a kid falls, breaks their arm, and you end up with medical bills. 

Don’t invite people into your space until you know them.  And you encouraged them to come back.  Do you know why they were there in the first place?  Because their lazy moms weren’t entertaining them at home or at approved places, and instead wanted the cheapest closest option to get their brats out of their hair.

I worked with a mom who had a teenager during covid.  She wanted him back in school because, “even if he caught it, it would be worth it since he needed social interaction.”  These are not good parents.  Think about all the people who managed to survive the flu pandemic of the early 1900′s.  They didn’t have zoom, or streaming media, or every book/tv show/movie/game at their disposal.  Their kids weren’t gonna die without a tree swing, they were just lazy.

You learned a valuable lesson.  Now here’s another one.

These kind of people aren’t just stupid and lazy, they’re vindictive and rotten.  Make sure you get more cameras, put them up at night, put them in weird places that others won’t think to look.  Chain up the bench to the house if you can.  Put up signs about no trespassing, consider putting up a low fence all around your property if you can.  Because these kinds of assholes are likely sitting at home, scratching their ass, chugging Dew, and going, “Fucking people, takin’ away my playset, fer my kids!” 

You know, I know, who they voted for.  They’re probably gonna try to do something to vandalize your property, steal, break a window, etc. 

So grow up and get ready to call those cops and have mommy and daddy taken to jail when they step foot on your land.  It’ll be a better lesson for junior than the parents are giving.

Mrs. Bitch

#dear prudie #dear prudence #dearmrsbitch #bad parents #entitled parents

[markynaz]

7/31

Moons / Betrayal Written for @tes-summer-fest 2021 Wordcount: 986 Content warnings: Impersonation mentions Ao3 Mirror: here Directly follows Dawn.

The exclamation of shock had barely passed Andalmo’s lips before he saw Delphine’s eyes narrow, which was the only warning he got.

He stepped back, narrowly avoiding Delphine’s blade as it hissed from her sheath. She turned the momentum of the draw around into a quick slash down to his leg. He whipped his own sword down to block. The clash of metal echoed off the walls of Ustengrav, scraping, twisting, setting Andalmo’s teeth on edge.

“Delphine, what in Oblivion-”

“Don't play innocent,” she snapped, and her voice sounded exactly what it had been last time they'd spoken, sending a sickening jolt to Andalmo’s gut with the memory. “How many Blades have their blood on your hands, you fucking traitor?”

“What?” he spat, taken aback by the accusation, and she drove him three steps back with the shock of it, scrambling up the stairs to avoid her wickedly glinting katana.

“Cloud- Ruler- Temple.” Each word was punctuated by a swipe-cut-thrust as Andalmo hastily blocked-parried-sidestepped. He lost another step, scrambling back as Delphine snarled, “You led the Thalmor there. Don't deny it.”

“That’s not-” Andalmo started, but had to leap back as Delphine lunged, backtracking another two steps up the stairs. The lip of the barrow was nearly at his shoulder now.

“We could have all survived if your damned team had told us the truth!”

Andalmo gritted his teeth and let himself lose three more steps, bringing the edge of the barrow to a comfortable height. Delphine’s eyes were wet with tears, her mouth hard with rage, as she pressed her advantage into a whirling overhand strike aimed at Andalmo’s neck.

He put one foot on the step behind him and leaned out of the way. Her katana’s blade smacked hard against the barrow’s stone lip. Before she could react, he was thrusting forward, following up with a hard strike to the tip of her sword, using the stone as a fulcrum to lever the katana out of her grip.

It jolted from her hand and skittered down the side of the barrow. Andalmo grabbed a leather strap of her armor and yanked her close, off-balance up the stairs.

“Listen,” he hissed. “We didn’t know any more than you did. We were fed bad information. If we’d known the Blades were fucking outlawed, do you think we really would have called that Three-damned meeting?”

Delphine hissed at him and reached for a knife. Andalmo dropped his own sword to the stairs and grabbed her free wrist to stop that.

“You didn’t think to question that?” she spat at him. “The Thalmor signing the Concordat without outlawing the Blades?”

“Now I would!” Andalmo’s fist clenched tighter on the strap, bitterness warring with anger, unable to keep it from his voice. “But it came from my teammate, so, no. I’d like to think we were all better people before the Thalmor started hunting us for sport.”

Delphine’s eyes narrowed. Andalmo held her gaze, trying to resist the impulse to throw her down the stairs. Miralnu’s expression in his mind was as clear as the day she’d died - on the ramparts of Cloud Ruler Temple, the Thalmor invading force below, a Thalmor imposter wearing her face as an illusion. He’d been the one to dispel it, to kill the imposter in a quick, brutal knife fight, but by then it had already been far too late for anything but a backup plan.

If he’d noticed the betrayal earlier, realized Miralnu was no longer with them, would his team still be alive? Would the other Blades who’d escaped with Delphine be here? It crossed his mind now that she was alone, and he hadn’t heard anything about Blades being hunted in Skyrim. His heart started to sink.

“They’re all dead now,” he bit out. “I assume the others you escaped with-”

“Assassination team in the Jerrals.” Delphine’s words confirmed all his worst fears. “I was the only one to get out.”

“Shit.”

The hard line of anger was gone from her mouth. Andalmo held her off balance for a moment longer, then pushed her back onto her feet, only releasing the leather strap of her armor once he was fairly certain she wouldn’t lunge at him again.

She adjusted her armor, eyeing him. He glanced around for his sword. It had come to a rest two steps below Delphine, but it probably wasn’t prudent to go for it while she still seemed to be making up her mind.

He shrugged his cloak back over his shoulders and exhaled through parted lips, seeing his breath billow in the freezing morning air like some frost dragons he’d witnessed.

A pox on the Thalmor. Fuck them, fuck the Great War they sailed in on, and Andalmo heartily wished every single double-agent who might have betrayed a Blade would wake up to choking on their own rotting teeth, except perhaps three, which would stay and give them all toothache.

“Look,” he said, after he ran out of curses in Dunmeris, Cyrodilic, and even some Chimeris. This took what felt like several minutes. “Could we have this conversation in the Moorside Inn? You can keep hold of the Horn,” he added as she gave him a look that could have frozen his face off, if the early morning and the long night hadn't already done their level best. “Clearly there’s a lot to catch up on, and I don’t think we’ll be better for having the conversation out here.”

Delphine hesitated, then gave a curt nod and fastened the Horn to her belt. Andalmo stepped back and gestured for her to continue up the stairs. She shoulder-checked him as she passed. He resisted the urge to make a rude gesture at her back, just in case she turned around, stepped down a few levels to scoop up his sword, and slipped it back into its sheath, following her up the stairs and away from Ustengrav.

#longform #dragonborn andalmo #tesfest21 #delphine #im #this took way too long my god #i tried to write out their actual conversation for three hours and then I realized it just wasn't working #imagine the benny hill theme as they have enough misunderstandings to fill like #six awful awful google docs pages #that are better off deleted

[mercurypilgrim]

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#5

oh that fifth option for the quinncident is. fucking heartbreaking. he loves you enough to bear the pain of you hating him in your last moments and surviving you. tasty.

Right?!

He thinks he needs to, once again, make the hard choice.

His history is rife with those moments, when you think about it.

Drukenwell, when he did what he thought needed to be done when no one else would.

Assassinating Moff Broysc, who was still harming the Empire decades later because no one would deal with it.

Searching for the Wrath, because no one else in the Empire seemed to care.

So it’s not out of character for him to see an impossible choice, and make it anyway.

You’ll die thinking he never loved you, that any moments you spent together, platonic or otherwise, were a lie. You’ll die cursing him as he soothes you in you last moments, knowing that Baras will deal with him next. After all, he’s a loose end. If the rest of the crew don’t tear him apart, Baras will.

He can’t let you go through that, to fight and lose and be brought low before you die as no one and nothing. You’re something to him, and at least this way you’ll die like someone.

Better than to die here, betrayed and yet going out fighting, than to crumble away in Baras chair, a husk of what you once were.

He’ll take that responsibility on, just like he always does.

65 notes • Posted 2021-03-21 00:02:24 GMT

#4

For Your Pleasure

Based off a keyboard smashing discussion between myself and @darkshadeless about Courtesan Raan running into my dark side AU Beryon.

;)

- - - -

It's hard to sense anything sometimes, when all he can feel is hate.

It chokes his senses, fills his nose and mouth with bitter hot foulness, plugs his ears to kind words and deadens his touch to anything no aimed to hurt.

He's meditating in his quarters, or trying to. Mediation was never his best skill, even when he was still a Jedi.

He is still a Jedi. He is, even if he goes by a different name now. Darth Raptis isn't him, not really. He barely remembers his real name.

He is still a Jedi.

(No, he isn't.)

Something in the air is different, the Force a little off. He can't ignore it any more than he can identify it, and it's annoying him. Irritation prickles under his skin, just below the scars that cover almost every inch of him, even as he tries to shut it out.

He needs peace, even if he's anathema to it, now.

He feels the Emperor's presence in his mind like an echo, recalls the searing pain of starvation and how they carved at his skin while they chanted. The feral taste of blood as he killed in the arena, and the hate that festered for it all in his belly.

He's so consumed with his thoughts and memories that he barely registers the door opening.

No one, not even other Sith, dare to interrupt him. He unnerves them.

He goes to snarl out a order to leave him alone when he feels the presence wash over him.

Oh.

He doesn't remember the last time he'd felt something so... warm.

70 notes • Posted 2021-03-29 22:17:25 GMT

#3

Holo-Net References and Cougars - Snippets

"Aw fuck,"

Vette wiggled her eyebrows, but Lana just looked at her blankly.

She pouted.

"Oh, come on! You can't tell me you don't get that reference. It's all over the holonet!"

More blank looks.

Over in the corner, Quinn listened as he turned to the next page of the report he was reading.

"I can't believe you've done this." He completed with a sigh, and immediately regretted it as everyone turned to stare at him. He felt himself begin to blush.

Vette gestured wildly.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, jabbing a finger at him. "It's criminal that you're all so old that you don't get my references. We need more young people in this Alliance."

Koth raised an eyebrow.

"I think Major Quinn is the uh, most senior here." He pointed out.

Malavai cringed inside. He wasn't a senior. That sounded so awful.

Vette snorted.

"Quinn's old as shit," she began, "But he's also a cougar so he doesn't count."

Malavai's eyes widened as Koth gave a startled laugh, and Lana hid a smile behind her hand.

"I am not." He stressed, horrified. "Vette."

She glanced at him and rolled her eyes.

"I just mean that cause you're fucking someone ten years younger than you means that you're more likely to know young people stuff." She explained like it was a completely logical and normal thing to think.

Malavai's cheeks were burning.

"That is not accurate." He hissed.

She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms.

"What isn't? That you're ten years older than Ven or that you pick up most of your pop culture knowledge from him?"

Malavai opened his mouth and closed it again.

She was right, damn her.

"Not willingly," he ended up saying with a frown. "I try not to listen but some of it seeps in."

Vette smirked, turning back to the group.

"So, like I said. We need more young people." She announced before shrugging. "Or more cougars."

84 notes • Posted 2021-01-09 11:59:42 GMT

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The Quinncident

Inspired by this post, which I didn't want to hijack. :)

So, the Quinncident.

It's pretty divisive subject, but it's one I've thought quite a bit about. Please note that this is pure speculation, and is just done for fun. Keep your bonnets on.

I think Quinn's motives change depending on his relationship with the Wrath.

I don't just mean if he's romanced, but rather what he thinks of them as a person. So, I posit that there are several reasons why he might do what he does.

1. He hates you.

The Wrath has treated him horribly, done things he doesn't agree with, and generally made his life miserable.

He wants you gone because he hates you.

2. You're not that impressive.

You haven't impressed him enough to not.

It would be a huge risk to him to defy Baras, and you simply aren't worth it. He's going to follow orders and save his own ass.

3. He sees you as a threat to the Empire.

Perhaps you're too Light Side, or perhaps you're a Dark Side maniac, wither way, the Wrath has done things he fundamentally disagrees with regarding the Empire.

He sees you as someone that he doesn't want to serve or have in the Empire he so loves. He's proven that he's willing to kill to remove those that pose a threat to the Empire, so why should you be any different?

4. He's being forced.

Baras is a spymaster and puppetmaster, and it would be remiss to think he's not keeping tabs on all his assets, you and Quinn included.

The ship was gifted to you, so who's to say it's not bugged? That your ship computers aren't feeding information back to Baras? That Quinn didn't set that up before he ever imagined it would be used against him (or that he would like you enough to wish for your survival)?

He's being blackmailed or otherwise forced to try and kill you, but he doesn't really want to. The only way out is death at your hand, and this way his death is a warning to you to not trust Baras.

5. He doesn't think you can win.

Baras will not make your death quick or painless, but he can. It's the least he can do.

You've seen a sliver of what Baras is capable of when he tortures that SIS agent until you get him the Ravager, and Quinn's been around long enough to know the kind of things that wait for you if Baras gets his hands on you. He's been working for him for years, and is likely high-key scared of him.

He might love you or he might simply respect you deeply. Either way, he thinks death at his hands is a mercy compared to what will inevitably wait for you at Baras' hand.

I'm curious to see what people think about this, and which scenario might fit with their OC canon! :)

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What is a Sith but a Spicy Jedi

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[brandywine-tomatoes]

A War without a Winning Side - Pt. 1

Prompt was from a while ago, I think @icedcoffee101 helped create the inspo for this.

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TW: sad/depressing thoughts, questioning existence for a hot second, Ahsoka just wanting to take a peaceful nap, Rex needing a fucking break.

Word count: 1571

Prompt/Inso: basically 'bicker fest 2021 with maul, ahsoka, and rex when they're forced to work together'

QUICK NOTE: this is just part 1! I will continue this at some point and there will be loads of bickering at some point, I promise.

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The Tatooine suns could probably cook a person alive if they stood out there too long, and Rex just might become a scrambled egg if he had to wait beside the Hutt palace entrance any longer. He wanted so desperately to take off his helmet and drop-kick it into the desert, but disguises had to be kept and suspicions had to remain low.

When his commander finally walked out with a thick scarf covering most of her face, the suns were dipping below the horizon and a humid breeze set in for the night.

Ahsoka walked towards him, signalling for him to start ahead of her. They walked in silence to the ship, not entirely trusting of the Hutts not to send someone after them for the Imperial credits their lives were worth. The sand crunching beneath their boots and the faint sounds of a party behind them were all that filled the silence.

It was incredibly humid, even as the twin suns disappeared and with a slight breeze in place, Rex couldn’t wait to be back in sub-zero space among the stars.

Ahsoka typed in the key code to open the hatch and the two practically ran up the ladder into the ship to turn on the cooling system. They closed the hatch and soon enough, they were flying across the sky and were moving through hyperspace to their next destination.

They found themselves enjoying the silence and white noise of the engine, Ahsoka deep in thought while fiddling with her fingerless gloves and Rex trying to re-wire the hyperspace fuel gauge.

“So are they’re not sending us into Imperial space like we thought they would?” Rex finally asked.

“No, they’re sending us to...” Ahsoka pulled a slip of crumpled paper from a leather pouch and smoothed it out. “Dandoran. Jaba doesn’t trust the comm channels right now and he needs messengers. Apparently that job with the Pykes bought us goodwill,” she spoke grimly.

“We’re soldiers of the Republic and we have goodwill with crime syndicates,” Rex sighed.

“It’s only temporary. There aren’t many ways to make credits in Hutt space.”

“Then we leave, easy as that.”

Ahsoka leaned back in the pilot's chair, her exhausted eyes looking out over the streaks of stars parting for their ship. “You know we can’t risk it. We’ve made it 15 rotations, we can make it 15 more.”

“Whatever you say, commander.”

Ahsoka winced. “I’m not your commander, we’re not soldiers anymore.”

Rex blinked. He hadn’t had time to think about his service to the Republic, how it was no longer needed. He wasn’t really needed. His only purpose was to serve the Republic, serve his superiors in a war he was created to fight in. And he even failed at that. He didn’t have a purpose anymore, he wasn’t useful. Why was he even trying to survive-

“Don’t go down that path, Rex,” Ahsoka said, her words weighted. Her eyes closed and her face relaxed, the light from the tunnel refracting off her tired expression.

“How did you-” He stopped himself. “The Force... thing.”

She sighed heavily. “I don’t need to use the force to know what’s going through your head.”

Rex dragged a hand down his face. Of course she’d know. Both of their lives were forged for a war that would never have a winning side.

“Whatever you say, Ahsoka.”

They stayed in their seats for most of the journey to Dandoran, though they periodically tried to sleep in the small bunk cots tucked away in a storage closet. But the smell of blaster fire and the weight of the hundreds they tried to save on that Star Cruiser kept the adrenalin running and their cheeks wet with tears.

Ahsoka’s knees were up to her chin with a datapad keeping her occupied while Rex was reattaching his shoulder plates when the ship came out of hyperspace, gliding towards the vibrant green and blue planet.

“Thank the force it’s not a desert planet,” Rex commented, reaching over the co-pilot's yoke to press a series of buttons and switches to prepare the ship for landing.

Ahsoka smiled. “Anakin would say the same thing...”

The atmosphere plummeted once again at the mention of their fallen brother. Whatever smirk or smile there was disappeared.

The ship flew above the tall, green canopy of dense trees, the small and scattered lakes making it difficult to find the landing pad.

“You’d think they’d chop a couple of these damn trees down,” Rex grumbled, finally seeing the grey pavement and directing Ahsoka to it.

“The more cover, the more crimes you can get away with I guess,” she mused.

Once they triple-checked the ship was in order and Rex adorned his helmet, they climbed the ladder out of the top of the ship and were greeted by four raised blasters from various beings, most likely Marlo Hutt’s personal security.

Ahsoka and Rex climbed down the ladder slowly and raised their hands in surrender when they faced the blasters.

“What business?” The blue-toned twi’lekk sneered with a heavy huttese accent, the blaster aimed at Ahsoka perfectly still.

“Jabba sent us, we’re his new messengers,” she calmly replied.

“The republic deserters?” He asked, amused. Rex fought back the urge to pummel him. “We’ve heard a lot about you two. Right this way, Marlo hates waiting.”

Rex and Ahsoka shared a look before following the twi’lekk across the overgrown pavement and throw the sliding steel door of a short and wide sandstone building, the rest of Marlo’s security following after them with their blasters at the ready.

They walked through a small and dark hall before the twi’lekk stopped at the entrance to a large open space, a group of singers under an archway to the left were softly singing and a small crowd of different beings filled the other side of the room, not so much paying attention to the entertainment but more so the large Hutt smoking a huge cigar, slithering from one end to the other to have a chat with all the guests.

“Wait here,” the twi’lekk sneered at the two behind him.

The guests parted to let him pass and promptly started whispering to the people around them after seeing a clone trooper in full armour under a large poncho and a togruta who looked like she’d seen too much. Marlo and the twi’lekk whispered discretely, the large slug occasionally puffing out a cloud of smoke and viciously coughing.

The Hutt held up a large hand to his security guard, silencing him, and slithered to the doorway where Rex and Ahsoka had leant against, the heat cooking the foul smells in the small room, making it near unbearable for both of them.

“Jaba’s getting desperate then,” his deep voice heavily accented in huttese. Ahsoka clasped her hands behind her back, trying to silence the want to wave a hand in front of her nose.

“He says he’s being cautious, the Empire is-” She started.

“I know why, togruta. Come forward, give me the message,” he gestured to her to come forward. The tip of a blaster dug into her back as she was pushed forward by someone behind her. She stumbled down the half step and regained her stance quickly. She hesitantly walked closer to the foul-smelling Hutt and swallowed thickly, trying to repress a cough.

Rex had rested his arm on the blaster under his poncho, though he doubted he would survive if he used it. His friend currently speaking in a low voice with Marlo nodding from time to time surely wouldn’t either.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, the tension in the room rising every second. Whispers, the occasional short laugh, and the visibly confused singers humming to a beat were all that filled the sandy room.

Sunlight spread through the small holes in the walls, probably resulted from past quarrels, and a soft, salty breeze blew through every once in a while, giving everyone present a few seconds of breathable air. It was miraculous the guests didn’t leave from pure boredom, but Rex guessed being invited to a crime boss's party meant you left when they said so.

Ahsoka stepped back and bowed to Marlo at last, turning back to Rex with a look of relief and her hands still clasped behind her back. He pushed himself off the wall and turned to leave, the singers seemed to re-group and started singing lively tunes again.

“Wait!”

The room seemed to stop altogether this time. Rex and Ahsoka readied themselves for a fight.

“Yes?” Ahsoka sliced the silence.

“Jaba requested a dathomirians presence at his palace, I’m sure you can provide transport.”

“We have a very small ship-”

“Nonsense! My guards say it’s big enough for at least 3,” he waved them off. “Jaba will pay extra.”

“Who’s the cargo?” Rex asked.

“The clone speaks! You will certainly know him, he’s killed many of your kind.”

Rex’s heart rate spiked. He was in trouble, he shouldn’t have come, he should’ve stayed on the ship.

“And I’d gladly kill many more.”

The familiar dark voice silenced any doubts and ignited a hatred in the clone.

He walked towards Marlo from the back corner of the room, flipping off the hood that concealed his tattooed face.

He chuckled at the sight of Ahsoka’s paled face.

“You don’t have the benefit of gravity anymore, padawan.”

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A/N: hello all you lovely lovely people!! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long yes i did for this fic, I've mentioned it a couple times in other A/Ns on fics. This took literal weeks to write, I had so much trouble trying to write such a small part of this soon-to-be series, but I'm glad the first part is done and now I can get to the bickering >:)

ANYWAYS, go drink some water, have a snack, take a break, you deserve it so much bestie, I'm so proud of you for getting this far <3 !!

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[kyloswarstars]

The Shelby Family Teleported Through Time • Part 2

„Into the 21st Century“

Peaky Blinders • Series AU • Shelby!Reader

It seemed like all of your siblings barely had any time left for the family. You wanted to fix it all up and get back to what the Shelby siblings once were. At the Lee’s campsite you are gifted an ‚enchanted amber‘, along with the promise that it would help you get closer to your siblings again. Never did you think it would teleport you into another time: being faced by more problems than before.

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When the first fighters reached their opponents, their swords were going down. You shut your eyes, expected an intense amount of blood to spill, but when you squeezed one eye open you couldn’t see any blood. Confused, you were watching two men yielding their swords at each other. One of them hit a shield and the other one was laughing when his blade came down to the neck of his enemy – and didn’t chop the head off. The guy, whose head should be rolling on the floor, let himself dramatically fall to the ground and joined in with the laughter of the man who just murdered-not-murdered him.

„Where the fuck are we now?“ John was the first one to speak after being ripped awake from his sleep to this weird sword fight.

The confusion of jumping through time was probably even bigger than the first time. Your siblings were all still fighting their sleepy eyes, except for Tommy and you. John was watching the fight with the most dumbfounded look you had ever seen him wearing on his face.

Arthur spoke with a crooked voice what you were thinking. „Why is no one dying in this battle?“

The guy who died but wasn’t dead, got up of the ground, and stood with his opponent and a warrior woman, looking in your direction.

„Guys.“ Finn dragged the word again for longer than necessary. „They are coming over! What should we do?“

John stood and held the rifle at ready. „Get all behind me. They don’t have a chance. Gun fucks sword.“

You gathered behind him like his children usually did. Something about the people coming up was off but you couldn’t pin it down. Only when they came to a halt a few feet away, you saw their battle gear looking incredibly fake – those were not real knights. If you didn’t teleport to the Middle Ages… where did you teleport to then?

„Nice costumes, lads!“ The dead man spoke first. „Today is the medieval role play battle, though. The staging of World War One should be next weekend.“

Their words went right over your head. Stealing a glance at your siblings you noticed them being more confused than ever. Good, that you weren’t the only one. You also noticed the boys growing stiff with the mention of war. 

The three in front of you were waiting for you to speak. Besides wearing fake knight armours they seemed a little older than you and Finn. Maybe in their twenties? What was going on?

„You’re playing civilians, right?“ The woman was offering a smile as she gestured at your appearances.

„Yes?“ Arthur questionably answered, placing a hand on the gun John still aimed at them and pushing it towards the ground.

Ada stepped out, even in front of Arthur and John. „We came a long way for this… staging.“

„You really didn’t know it’s only next weekend?“ The girl was looking at you with a compassionate, up cheering smile. 

Simultaneously, your siblings and you shook your heads. 

The dead guy seemed sympathetic as well. „Are you driving back home or do you have a place to stay?“ Guy number 2 still didn’t say a word, just stared at you like you stared at them.

„Unfortunately, I think it’s impossible for us to drive back home.“ Ada was doing really good with speaking for the whole pile of confused siblings. 

The three of them were looking at each other, shocked. They gathered together, arms around each other’s shoulders and heavily discussed something with their heads stuck together. A few minutes later they parted and came closer.

„We don’t have much space left but you’re welcome to stay. Cosplayers help cosplayers?“ They tried a smile again, even guy number 2.

„That would be truly generous, wouldn’t it be, family?“ Ada turned around, her eyes as big as the moon on the night sky and a finally-agree-expression. Everyone mumbled some sort of agreement.

„Cool! I am Boomer,“ the dead guy said, „this is my girlfriend Eliza.“ He delicately grabbed her hand and smiled at her with the most adoring glance you had ever witnessed.

„And I am Otter! Eliza’s brother!“ Guy number 2 who had killed dead guy, Boomer, nervously managed to smile at you and then glanced back to the ground. His mouth opened once more to say something but, other than some stuttering, nothing came out. He reminded you a lot of Curly.

Ada introduced all of you and sparked a conversation with the strangers who just invited you to stay with them. She tried to cover her question but for you, being time a sensitive topic lately, her asking ‚What date do we have?‘ raised a red flagg inside of your brain.

„September, 27th.“ Otter answered immediately.

„And the year?,“ Finn skipped in. Holy shite, Finn. Make it more obvious please, yeah?

Boomer, Eliza and Otter looked at you like they didn’t really know if Finn was joking.

Otter was again the one who answered. „2021.“

This time difference hit differently. Instead of jumping two-thousand years into the past, you went a hundred years into the future. A future each one of you Shelby’s would be dead in right now.

Ada tried to lead the conversation in another direction. Tommy helped her.

„Isn’t it a bit reckless of them to take six strangers in?“ Arthur whispered and you hit him, gesturing as to what the heck he was doing. You could be glad they offered you a place to stay. If your brother scared the shite out of them you could find out on your own how this damn 21st century worked.

The three of them weren’t a threat. They were passionate ‚cosplayers‘ taking part in a role play fight and started to walk you to their home after Ada and Tommy found out that 2021 was slightly better than 2020 – which had been ‚absolute horror‘.

You followed your three new friends and didn’t really know how to feel. Instead of back home, you had brought your family to this weird place. 

Walking downhill, through trees and slowly leaving the small forest you had crossed,  Arthur sped up right behind Otter. You saw him examine the sword he carried.

„Wait, is this sword made out of cardboard?“

Otter sighed in desperation. „Well, yes… I had a replica of Gandalf’s Glamdring but Boomer decided it would be fun to cut his sandwich with it and destroyed it on the way of my room to the kitchen.“

„That’s a bummer, son. That Gandalf a friend of ya’? Maybe he can get ya’ a new one, eh?“

„Gandalf is not a friend of mine.“

Arthur, being a little between confused and puzzled, let himself fall back to you and Finn. „Otter is–“

„Like Curly,“ Finn pointed out and shut up whatever Arthur wanted to say.

Their small, really worn-down house was settled right at the end of the village, which wasn’t too far from the little forest. You entered the property through the backyard and the house through a not locked backdoor. So much for being scared of strangers in their home. 

Otter was storming off as soon as he got inside. Boomer was backing away into the hallway, letting you stand in the entrance like some statues. „We’ll peel out of our costumes quick and be right back. Make yourselves at home. Beer is in the fridge!“

To be honest: everything was a shock. Until reaching their door, your surroundings didn’t vary as much to those in your time. But inside of the house… your siblings were, once again, just as shocked as you were.

Following your siblings into a room, you at least recognised one thing: a sofa. You let yourself fall into it and were welcomed by its comfy cushions. It felt like it’s been years since you sat on one when it’s only been a day.

„Uh, what’s that?“ Arthur picked up a black casket with a lot of tiny keys on it like on a typewriter. He pushed one of them. A framed, black rectangle hanging on the wall suddenly came to life and showed a woman. Your heart made a jump. Good, you were sitting down already. Arthur let out a quiet scream but then stepped closer to this woman who was talking about the weather. This frame was like the pictures. Only smaller and with colors.

Tommy snapped the little casket out of Arthur’s hand and vividly pressed down to it until the woman disappeared again.

„Oi, listen up!“ He waved for you to gather around him and it was a torture standing up from that way to comfortable couch. „Fact is: We’re in the future so we might see stuff we never heard of. No. weird. questions. About anything. Behave, adapt, survive.“

Okay. Made sense to you.

„And Y/N!“ Tommy pointed at you, with the heads of your siblings turning and staring you down once more. „No fucking time travel without our permission. Who knows where we will end up next. Let us figure out some stuff first, eh?“

You nodded. 

Eliza was the first to come back. Instead of her fake armour she was wearing a shortsleeved shirt and some blue trousers. Those trousers looked so awesome you wanted to rip them from her and pull it on yourself.

„You don’t have to stand there like that. Come over to the kitchen,“ she waved at you to follow and you all did, entering a room that didn’t look like the kitchens you were used to. „Alexa, kitchen lights on,“ she said and a light on the ceiling magically brightened up the room.

Finn beside you stood there with his jaw dropped to the floor but could bite back a question like Tommy had ordered.

Eliza opened a closet – WHICH HAD LIGHT INSIDE OF IT – grabbed some bottles and opened them. 

„Finally something I recognise,“ Arthur went over to her and snatched a bottle. He read the label, shrugged, and drank. Your siblings, confident with Arthur being the first one to stir out of that reservation you had all been in, broke into some chatting and gathered around Eliza.

Finn and you didn’t. He looked at you, you looked back. With a nod you went to that closet and pulled the door open.

„What is this?“ His whisper made you chuckle.

„I don’t fucking know.“ You touched some of the things you found inside. Yogurt, ham, a can with ‚coke‘ written on it? „It’s cold, Finn. It’s a cold closet.“ Amazing.

John stuck his head between the two of you, noticing the red can. „Oi, Boomer. Can I try the coke?“

„You never had coke before?“ Him and Otter had come to the kitchen as well.

„Of course I did,“ John smirked and fished the can out of the cold closet. You closed it afterwards, watching him open the can and sniffing at it. „I think it’s a drink,“ he whispered. When he put it at his lips and sipped at it, his eyes grew wide. You lost track of how many times you saw your siblings eyes get big, or feel your own doing it, because it was worthless to even try counting.

He passed the can over to you, gesturing to take a sip as well. So you did. Your eyes grew wide. Nothing like the coke at home but incredibly awesome. When you handed it to Finn – who would’ve guessed – his eyes repeated what yours had done when he drank.

„Are you guys hungry?“ Boomer’s voice was able to silence everyone else’s.

Otter was brushing past you to the cold closet and got himself a coke. „Can we get pizza?“

„Sure. Pizza okay for everyone?“ Boomer earned a lot of agreeing yeses – not really knowing what you agreed to specifically but Tommy looked pleased with your way of ‚behave, adapt, survive‘.

Boomer pulled something out of his pocket which had all of you shook. He tapped at a really small, glowing whatever and then held it to his ear. Boomer spoke into it and asked for nine pizzas. Should this be a 21st century telephone? Jesus Christ, help me.

It were some crazy sixty minutes that followed. Basically everything was different and new and you couldn’t comprehend what people invented in only a hundred years. Ada and Tommy tried to gave reasonable answers to all of their questions. 

‚You are all siblings that liked to take part in role plays?‘ Yes, absolutely. Your dad introduced you to it because he was good with playing. Especially with hide and seek. He was the undefeated master of staying hidden. 

‚Where‘s your luggage?’ Well, you left in a hurry, thought you wouldn’t make it in time to the role play.

‚How did you get here?‘ No answer, just eh’s of Ada and Tommy. 

When Otter finally asked the most interesting question of why you couldn’t return home and come back next weekend – maybe he didn’t like strangers in the house but Boomer and Eliza outvoted him – the doorbell rang. The pizzas were delivered right to the front door. Each one of them in a cardboard box.

Tommy’s words were running through your mind. Behave, adapt, survive. You were all spread on the living room floor because the kitchen table wasn’t big enough to fit all nine of you. Luckily, Boomer dived right into his pizza so you could watch his actions and adapt them. You had exactly one bite which you already choked on it, laughing. Your siblings had done the exact same thing: watch and adapt. And as weird as this all was, it was too funny seeing them be little pupils in primary school.

„Are you okay?“ Boomer was sitting next to you and had already finished his first slice.

Nodding with a full mouth, you saw Tommy sending a warning glance at you.

„She’s just a little chaotic, our little Y/N.“ Arthur seemed to enjoy his pizza. He was ahead of Boomer.

You pulled a grimace for your brother and were relieved with the topic remaining only how great the pizza was throughout the rest of the pizza eating.

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Sweatpants, you learned, were the most comfortable piece of clothing you had ever worn. They were loose around your legs and no coldness could sweep under the skirt of your dress. It was beautiful when you laid down to sleep. 

Boomer, Eliza and Otter spread some mattresses and blankets in their basement. The Shelby campsite as Finn referred to it. And it totally was. Your siblings were laying next to you, kicking at each other for more space when they should sleep instead. 

You stared at the pocket watch you always carried with you. The concept of time differences were clear to you but you couldn’t recall anymore for how long you were actually gone from your own time. The thought about those you had left behind didn’t hit you before. Not until now. And now, it was eating you alive. Had you just vanished and the time back home carried on? Did it stop? What must they been thinking? 

Another time you were unable to fall asleep while your siblings were snoring next to you.

Did Zilpha know what would happen? If she knew she could’ve given you a warning. Would’ve only been fair.

At some point you fell asleep. The exhaustion was winning. Only to be woken a second later by Ada who was wearing a pair of that blue trousers Eliza wore yesterday.

„Where did you get those?“ You pulled at the trousers as you sat up. It was only Ada and you left in the basement.

„Eliza. You can have some too if you want.“

Thinking about it for a second you rather stayed in those sweatpants for now.

„Breakfast is waiting,“ she smiled and left for the stairs.

„Ada?“

„Yes?“

„How are you feeling about this? All of it?“ You didn’t have the chance yet to ask her about it.

She came back kneeling down and sighed. „To be honest I didn’t think something like this could be possible. Ever. I’m scared for Karl and the others. I’m scared we won’t get home. But all we can do right now is be patient and figure it all out.“ Ada reached out for your hands and pulled your sleepy body up with her. „But other than that… being in the future is the most amazing thing ever.“

„The fridge!“ You pointed out as she said it in the same moment as well.

„Come on,“ she linked her arm with yours and led you upstairs to the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee was welcoming you and you couldn’t wait to have a cup in your hands. Your brothers were behaving decently, adapting to the breakfast preparations in the 21st century and –  currently – surviving.

The kitchen table fit six. John was sitting at the window, Finn and you on the kitchen counters. You almost dropped your cup when Otter, once again, asked the question as to why you were unable to return home.

„It’s too far away,“ Tommy stated.

Otter wasn’t really irritated by his answer. He continued. „What’s your surname again?“

„Shelby!“ John was munching on a toast when he shouted it proudly over from the window.

Otter pulled out his own glowing, tiny telephone and touched at it frequently. He looked from his phone up to Tommy then back to his phone. He repeatedly did this with everyone of you. When he finally looked up for good again his eyes grew wide.

„You are all Marty McFly’s.“

You were what? The confusion was strong in your family. It wasn’t with Eliza and Boomer, though. They dropped their toasts and looked at Otter in shock. What was going on?

They jumped up, gathered behind Otter and looked at his telephone, still with their jaws dropped.

„Bloody hell!“ Boomers hands were clutching at his head in an unbelieving realisation.

„This makes so much sense.“ Eliza squeezed her brothers shoulder.

They were losing themselves in a conversation you just couldn’t follow. They were first of all talking way too fast. Then, using sentences like ‚maybe their flux capacitor isn’t working‘ and ‚what is their flux capacitor even‘. Last but not least: Finn was anxiously swaying back and forth next to you, creeping you out with it and you almost pushed him off the counter for it.

When their hectic conversation slowly faded, your attention was pulled back to them again. For a minute there was only silence. Shelby’s were holding their breaths, as well as the 21st century’s.

„Are you actually from… another time?“

You dropped the mug out of your hand and heard it shatter on the floor. If you ever would’ve wanted to apply for the MI5 – they would never accept you in. Where did you mess up with behave, adapt, survive?

Your siblings were dead silent. And this silence lasted for as long as it took for John to get out of puberty – which had never happened.

Hopping of the counter, you kneeled down to pick up the pieces, the cup had decided to break into, not without some intensely shaking hands, though.

Slowly, the silence got awkward and Finn decided to put it to an end. „Y/N teleported us from 1925 to the fucking Roman Empire invading England and then to here and–“

Five ‚FINN!‘s were shouted through the room and shut him up.

„Bloody hell!“ Boomer exclaimed again. „This. Is. Awesome!“

„It is?“ John huffed. „I think it’s a nightmare.“

Otter jumped from his chair and came over to you, kneeled down and looked at the broken mug. „Eliza, there are shards,“ he said and stood up again. Otter patiently waited with his eyes closed until Eliza came over and helped you pick the rest of the cup up. When the broken pieces were making their way into the bin, Otter opened his eyes again. „How were you able to teleport through time?“ Eliza next to him was watching you in fascination. „Do you have a DeLorean?“ He asked further. „Nah, you can’t have one, it wouldn’t fit all of you in it.“

„I…“

„She brought us here with a cursed stone,“ Arthur threw in from the table.

Tommy looked like he wanted to ban dessert after dinner for all of you because you willingly engaged with the 21st century’s who just randomly asked if you were from a different time. He stood up and made his way over. „How would you even know we’re from a different time?“

„I googled,“ Otter shrugged. He pulled out his telephone, showed a glowing picture of Thomas as proof and immediately shoved the machine back into his pockets. Why would he not let you look a little longer at the photo of your brother?

„You can find us with that, eh?“

„Sure. I can find whatever I want.“ Otter seemed proud of being able to do that.

„Can you find horse racing results as well?“

Um, Thomas? What about the how-could-you-find-us?

„Of course,“ he pulled out his phone again and waited for Tommy to tell him what he should look for.

„Check the Epsom racetrack, maybe 1928.“

That was three years from now. Holy shite.

„No, stop that, Otter!“ Eliza, probably having the same thought as you, intervened and stole the phone from him. „This is morally highly questionable. You’re basically giving him his own personal almanac.“

Once again, wide eyes were growing in the room but Otter continued anyway. He wasn’t questioning the fact you were from 1925, he just really wanted to know how you were able to be with them right now. So, you told them. How you got the stone, what Zilpha said, what happened when you were sitting in the kitchen. It almost took an hour because one of your five siblings constantly interrupted with their own personal view of the events. It turned out, all the stuff you didn’t understand, which Otter and the others had been talking about, was from a movie about time travel. They tried to figure out logical parallels between the movie and what had happened with you.

Throughout the whole morning, everyone was highly invented into figuring out all the questionable things. The previous hesitation of Tommy with revealing your identities was wearing off because they knew who you were anyway. That Google knew it.

It was a wild ride and it was giving you a headache from overthinking it all. But it was relieving to have the extraordinary productive help of these ‚nerds‘, they called themselves. They were understanding way better what had happened than you, who had been through it.

„Okay, I think we should head to the supermarket. You need toothbrushes,“ Eliza stated. She divided the group and picked John, Finn and you to go with her to the store. „Because I won’t be able to carry all the stuff we need with that many people in the house.“

Tommy was standing up and called Finn and John over. „Boys, give me your watches. For all the expenses we’re causing.“

John picked his out of the waistcoat and stared at it for a moment. „Why don’t you give yours?“

„I gave this one to you for Christmas so it technically is mine, eh?“

Finn just handed his over, not even caring anymore. John did eventually, too. When Tommy gave them to Eliza and told her to sell them later and use the money for all the inconveniences, John couldn’t bite back. „You’re getting good money for those. I mean they’re um… a hundred years old but still new. Don���t sell them below value!“

Shaking your head at him, you helped Eliza gather some stuff to head out. She said you would drive to the supermarket. She didn’t say cars looked like that a hundred years in the future.

John freaked out seeing it and wanted to drive but Eliza didn’t let him. Luckily. Finn was constantly opening and closing his automatic window while driving to the store. You were absolutely fascinated by the music coming out of the tiny speakers.

So far, the 21st century was amazing. And it got even better when Eliza showed you the supermarket. She said you acted like ‚aliens‘, starring at everything, touching all the fruits and trying every sample you could find. You didn’t care.

John and Finn were pushing carts and scooting them down the aisles of sweets.

„Try it yourself, Y/N,“ Finn was waving you to him and you came over but weren’t sure about it.

„What if I crash into the shelf?“

„Okay,“ he turned around for your brother. „John, help me here a second, eh?“ Before you realised it, they were picking you up from the floor and sat you in one of the carts. Finn took a run-up and pushed your cart flying down the aisle. The sudden rush of perhaps getting called out for doing this and the possibility of crashing into a shelf made you laugh out loud. And Finn was joining in.

He helped you out of the cart again when you reached the end of the aisle and didn’t destroy anything.

John packed a lot of coke into his cart. Eliza was trying to pick as many healthy things she could find and at some point you lost Finn but found him in front of a huge variety of chocolate again.

The supermarket was a great experience. So was the car ride back. John was screaming at all the other cars you passed. Finn was playing with the windows again.

Back at their place, you ordered your other brothers to come and help unload all the groceries. It was a lot.

They filled you in on all the theories and solutions they’ve been going through while you were gone. The conclusion was: When you channeled your strongest wish, in this case your siblings being siblings again, the enchanted amber was somehow able to make you and your siblings jump in time randomly. Maybe your wish was somehow connected with where you were traveling to. That didn’t make any sense to you, though. The second time you did it and appeared here, you wanted to go home but didn’t.

Your siblings were convinced you should try it again tomorrow. You just shrugged and went to the bathroom. 

Their concept of toilets was awesome and still fascinating to you every time you flushed it. On your way back to the kitchen, you heard Otter talking to Eliza about Wikipedia entries and if he should tell you about them. Eliza said no and that was that. 

After having dinner in the evening and watching that time travel movie on their colourful rectangle – which had been absolutely fascinating – you found yourself collectively brushing teeth with your siblings and stepping on each others feet when you were done with it.

Otter’s cardboard sword was leaning at the stairs to the basement. You picked it up and went downstairs to your siblings.

„Fight me but I can’t be the only one enjoying this, right?“ You yielded the sword, imitating what you had seen Otter doing, and fake stabbed Arthur in the stomach. He played along, falling down to the blankets and coughed as if he was actually dying. „Actually, no. Don’t fight me because you’ll die.“ 

You turned to the next brother nearest to you, Tommy. With the sword on his neck, ready to fake chop his head off, he just stared at you. You stared back for a while. 

He let you win and pulled that infamous half-grin when you gave him his quietus. „Kids these days,“ were his last words when he let himself fall back to the mattress.

Tonight, you were finally able to sleep.

/////

Everyone was preparing for the next time jump. Saying goodbyes and thank yous. To be on the safer side this time, you sat on the grass in their backyard when your fingers wrapped around the amber.

Channeling your strongest wish. Okay.

You closed your eyes, channeling something was probably easier that way. Those two times before you didn’t know what you were doing. Boomer had told you to not think about it too much but Eliza said you had to think about it a lot.

All you wanted was to go home. It was scary to be teleported two-thousand years into the past. It was awesome to see the future. You didn’t really want to fall into a time where you probably wouldn’t meet such nice people as Boomer, Eliza and Otter.

But most of all, you still wanted to get your siblings back. And with that, another time, your insides were turning upside down and you could sense your surroundings shifting even though your eyes were closed.

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[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

11 January 2021

Ansu: Y'ALL I GOT IT!!!!

Ansu: All this time it was in front of us and it just blew by us like that!!!

Ansu: IT WAS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE!

Ansu: So simple!

Ansu: SO DUMB OF US!

Sergiño: SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!!

Ansu: Woah..

Ansu: Where is all this hostility coming from!

Ansu: Very caught off guard bro

Sergiño: You were rambling!!

Sergiño: Get to the point please.

Ansu: well since you said please, sure

Ansu: It was actually directed towards the dumbasses under threat but sure.

Pedri: Get to it faster.

Arnau: Ansumane please just say it

Ansu: Full name.....

Pedri: ANSU!!!

Ansu: Right.. shit sorry

........

Oscar: Bro really???

........

Ansu: Shit! Sorry I was distracted by my little bro playing FIFA 😂😅

Pedri: 🤦🏻‍♂️

Ansu: Anyways.. @Riqui @Carlitos @JC @Dembz Has anyone of you considered gathering and going as a group to apologize to him face to face?

Ansu: Idk for what.. let's just say for existing. Maybe as a collective he would have mercy on your heart and just spare you.

Riqui: That?... That's your idea?!

Ansu: ya

Riqui: Go back to playing FIFA with your bro.

Pedri: Hate to tell you dude, this idea is bad

Carlitos: It sucks.

JC: I've had better ideas

Dembz: And that is saying something

JC: 😒

Riqui: Basically you are sending me and Ous to apologize to the big tree

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂

Dembz: Hey now

Oscar: I cannot wait to see that

Ansu: How would that be a problem?

Carlitos: You realize Ricard is 3 feet tall and Ous would snap like a twig?

Carlitos: No offense

Riqui: Gee.. thanks

Dembz: 🖕🏿

Carlitos: Nonetheless @Ansu It is a horrible idea.

Ansu: Well excuse me again for trying to help you losers out of this mess.

Ansu: Good luck with surviving the shit. Especally you @Carlitos

Ansu: Especally*

Ansu: ESPECUAKLY*

Ansu: oh fuck this shit particularly you Curly

Oscar: but that worked

Riqui: Anyways, gonna continue packing.

Francisco: You tried my guy @Ansu

Ansu: Ah forget it. They are on their own.

Francisco: 🤷🏻‍♂️

12 January 2021

Arnau: Is it true?

Iñaki: What is?

Arnau: Leo has some problems

Iñaki: kinda we don't know yet

Arnau: *STRESS*

Iñaki: 😐 @Ronald and @Sergiño as well

Arnau: *STRESS INTENSIFIES*

Arnau: Oh! How does it feel to be free?

Iñaki: Unreal.

Iñaki: like I truly don't believe for a second I am

Arnau: you are

Iñaki: Then why do I feel like a brick is gonna hit me in the head out of the blue

Arnau: Cause your brain needs to relax.. meditate, listen to some self-soothing tapes, hell sleep

Iñaki: I can't.. we have training in a bit.

Arnau: Ah well.. have fun

Iñaki: yeah.. thanks

........

Oscar: HEY GUYS! JUST A HEADSUP.. A few people are gonna join us in a tad.

Oscar: Since we have our match tomorrow and the ladies have theirs as well.. I thought we'd send them some supportive messages.

Oscar: You know with them being stuck in Madrid like that and then getting back home and then off to Almeria again in such a short amount of time.

Arnau: cool idea!!

Francisco: 👏🏻👏🏻

Ansu: That is actually so sweet

Ansu: And so well deserved

Oscar: Yeah so Riqui is going to add them in a bit.

Riqui: SO NO SHITHOUSERY!!

Riqui: I MEAN IT!

JC: Yes dad.

Riqui:🖕🏻

Dembz:

Riqui added Alexia, Aitana, Melanie, Asisat, Jenni, Sandra, Caroline, Mapi, Leila, Lieke, Mariona, Marta, Kheira, Ana, Andrea, Andrea, Gemma, Gio, Meri

Riqui: WELCOME LADIES!

Riqui: I know you are wondering what you are doing in this thing we have. We know this week has been very unusual and honestly unnecessary for you all but we just wanted to tell you we wish you the best of luck tomorrow.

Oscar: Molta Sort cracks!!

Oscar: And sorry for you have been through this week.

Arnau: 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 kick ass as you always do tomorrow!

Pedri: Best of Luck out there ladies. 🙌🏻👏🏻💪🏻💙❤ Força Barça!

Francisco: Good luck to all of you! 💙❤

Ronald: 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 All the best!!

Carlitos: Molta Sort Cracks!! 💙❤ Som-Hi!!

Alexia: Oh my God.. You weren't kidding @Riqui

Asisat: 🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿 Thanks my dudes!!

Asisat: Appreciate it! 💙❤

Ansu: Best of luck tomorrow cracks!!! 💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿💙❤

Asisat: Thanks my boy! 💙❤💪🏿 Get better soon we miss you out there!

Ansu: 🙏🏿💙❤ Thank you!!

Ana: Thank you so much guys!!

Aitana: You were right @Alexia ... I owe you dinner

Alexia: 😏😏

Jenni: All I know is I am getting a free dinner eitherway🙌🏻😏

Patri: 😂😂😂

Sergiño: Best of Luck tomorrow ladies👏🏼💪🏽👏🏼💙❤

Dembz: Bonne chance à toutes!!! 💙❤

JC: 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Bonne chance!!💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

Jenni: And thank you so much guys!!

Leila: 🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻 Thanks guys💙❤

Iñaki: All the best cracks!! You got this! 💪🏻🙌🏻👏🏻

Sandra: Thank you guys! This was a lovely surprise! I thought we were being pranked😅

Melanie: Força Barça!! 💙❤🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you for this!

Frenkie: All the best ladies!! 💪🏻❤💙💪🏻

Marta: This means a lot guys thank you! Good luck to you guys as well!!!💙❤

Asisat: Okay.. I'm gonna split! Thanks again guys but my phone is blowing up😂😂 Best of luck to you guys as well! 💙❤ Força Barça!

Dembz: 💙❤

Asisat Left

Kheira: Merci les gars!!! C'est très gentil de votre part!! 💙❤

JC: 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽💙❤

Melanie: Thank you guys again 💙❤ Good luck to all of you.✌🏻✌🏻

Melanie Left

Lieke: ❤💙❤💙❤💙 Thank you! This truly was a very lovely gesture. Good luck to you guys as well. See you guys! @Frenkie say hi to Mikky for me 🧡

Frenkie: Will do 🧡

Lieke Left

Marta: I'm gonna go too.. Thanks again you guys

Marta Left

Riqui: How was playing at the Camp Nou.

Carlitos: You girls certainly did it justice!

Riqui: I'll say!

Caroline: It was a dream!!

Caroline: Hey!!! Thank you for the messages guys! They mean a lot.

Alexia: I still can't believe we did it.

Arnau: And you should do it again

Mapi: That is what I keep saying!

Oscar: You definitely deserve it.

Riqui: Imo you should have played there way before. Especially with an audience.

Ronald: Veeeery true.

Pedri: sighs.. hopefully it happens

Mariona: 💙❤ Thank you guys!! This is truly wonderful. 🙏🏻

Gio: ❤ how delightful you guys! Thank you

Meri: Oscar! Ari told me that you were planning on doing this😅 thought she was pulling my leg

Gio: Same!!🤣

Oscar: 😂

Meri: But thank you guys!!💙❤ I gotta go though. ✌🏻✌🏻

Meri left

Patri: I think we all should. I don't trust you guys to stay quiet😂

Leila: 🤣 We should yeah.. training!

Patri Left

Leila Left

Gio Left

Andrea: Hey!! Sorry guys! I gotta run. Thank you so much for this gesture! It is truly sweet of you! 💙❤ Good luck! 🙋🏻‍♀️

Andrea Left

Mariona: What a lovely surprise! Thank you boys!💙❤

Mariona: Best of luck to you as well!

Mariona: I would have liked to stay but I can't. Sorry to leave in a hurry..💙❤🙏🏻

Mariona Left

Carlitos: So what do you think of our season so far ladies? 🙄

Aitana: You guys are doing great!!

Riqui: I can sense the sarcasm all the way over to Cordoba.

Alexia: This is not it guys not it.

Jenni: So bad..

Ronald: Ouch

Jenni: He asked!

Carlitos: Could have at least let it slide easily.

Sandra: No she is right. Y'all need to get your shit together.

Oscar: We do

Caroline: And you need to figure out a way to get back to the team we all love

Pedri: We do

Andrea: Hi guys!! THANK YOU! ❤💙❤💙

Andrea: Bye guys! Good luck!!

Andrea Left

Mapi: And what is that defending!

Sergiño: 🙄🙄🙄

Oscar: I mean

Mapi: Be better

Ronald: We are trying!

Mapi: You guys are... What about the rest

Frenkie: We will be.

Alexia: Good.

Jenni: I would like to enjoy a match every once in a while

Sandra: And poor Marc! Have mercy on him!

Riqui: We would voice your concerns to the guys.. but they don't know this exists

Aitana: 😂😂😂

Mapi: Oh brother🤣

Arnau: Adult free space

Arnau: Or so I was told

Ansu: 😂 it is

Aitana: Right...

Sandra: On that note ✌🏻💙❤

Mapi: Yep.. me too. Thanks guys💙❤

Sandra Left

Mapi Left

Alexia: Well this has been fun. And someone owes me dinner now😏 so thanks guys ✌🏻 Ciao

Aitana: 🙄 yeah yeah. Bye guys!! This was lovely 💙❤

Jenni: BE BETTER PLEASE!!

Iñaki: We hope

Alexia: PLEASE

Aitana Left

Alexia: Okay bye.

Alexia Left

............

Ana: ❤💙✌🏻 Ciao friends

Ana Left

Caroline: Good luck tomorrow! I hope you have a good match 💙❤

Riqui: 💙❤

Jenni: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Jenni Left

Dembz: We won't let you down. Hopefully

Caroline Left

............

Gemma: Uhh.. Hi.

Gemma: Thank you!! 💙❤ Best of luck to you too

Arnau: 💙❤

Gemma: Okay.. See you guys ✌🏻

Gemma Left

Pedri: Well this was fun

JC: They way they roasted y'all's asses though!!!😂🔥

Francisco: We deserved it. I know I do. 😕

Frenkie: We need to do better

Riqui: We do

Carlitos: You do.

Ronald: We gotta

Riqui: Yep

Oscar: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Arnau: Get your shit together tomorrow

Iñaki: Especially since Leo is doubtful

Arnau: *STRESS*

Iñaki: Relax your brain! Meditate, listen to some self-soothing tapes, hell Sleep!

Arnau: Haha ha very funny

Dembz: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Oscar: it really is

..........

Pedri: So um.. @JC I have a message for you

JC: Oh no

Carlitos: So you are our spokesperson now?

Pedri: I did not ask for this Carles

JC: What's the message

Pedri: ⏩"Basket received. Hope you like mine.. it shall be at your door steps in a few days. PS: Congrats on coming back and playing again after 8 months! Regards, G"

Pedri: That was it.

Riqui: Not ominous at all

Dembz: He knows.. I can feel it.

Carlitos: Leo said he doesn't

Carlitos: I will go with what Leo said.

Riqui: I'm having doubts.

Dembz: HE KNOWS I TELL YOU

Arnau: STOP SCREAMING!!!

#Well this was kinda stressful and idk how it will look #blaugranets gc #babies gc #special appearance by the queens #they will have some features here and there #blaugranets gc request #riqui #carlitos #ansu #arnau #ronald #oscar #sergiño #dembz #jc #frenkie #pedri #francisco #iñaki #featuring Alexia Aitana Melanie Asisat Jenni Sandra Caroline Mapi Leila Lieke Mariona Marta Kheira Ana Andrea Andrea Gemma Gio Meri #fcbfemení #coming to school them #episode 16

[dontasktheradiodemon]

Reading Area #1 (1/18/2021)

Click here if you’re like “What the heck is this about?”

Valera @autokrates joins Kyxs @usedhearts while reading in the library and pulls out some tea. They hang out and chat about, among other things, Kyxs's death, magic, weird inhuman reproduction, and alien/infernal politics.

Kyxs

Books always attracted him, like a fly to honey, and so it's no wonder that he finally ends up in the library. Most of the volumes on the shelves, he couldn't even read the titles of, but he'd found a nice sci-fi novel in a shelf and sat down with that, just casually flipping through it and skimming.

Valera

Hope Kyxs didn't think he'd get alone time, even in an estate big enough to get lost in. Here comes Valera, a leather bound alien text shoved under one arm, the other holding an oversized mug of tea. To their credit, they offer a little murbling trill in greeting before taking a seat across the way from him in a piled up coil of tail and armchair cushions hidden under a throw blanket. Ohoho, this fish is ready to get COZY.

Kyxs

He looked up with a blink when she entered, but smiled her way. He slowly shut his book and held it in his lap.

"Hey, Val, haven't had a chance to see you yet, nor a chance to thank you for inviting me along. This--" He gestured around them. "Is way better than being in a bunker waiting things out. I'm having a blast."

Valera

"So I can imagine!" They grin, then cock their head to the side and rearrange themselves so they can lean in to get a closer look at their guest.

"Extermination day is your..." Ahem. "*Death Day,* right?" They sound it out carefully, a clear division between two words that didn't belong together in their mind. "Happy Death Day, Kyxs. I hope you've been able to enjoy this one more than the last."

Kyxs

He chuckled, giving a nod. "It is, and thanks. Yeah, usually I have a drink of whiskey with Alastor and listen to the radio waves through the extermination and that's all. Having mixed drinks with my boyfriend and hanging out on a beach side island mansion? Maaaajor upgrade."

Kyxs laughed a little more. "So, still weird to know that we're all dead humans, huh?"

Valera

"Very." They snort, turning to put their tea on the end table next to their chair. "I've seen plenty of humans die, but not as many start walking and talking in new form right afterwards."

They tap the edge of their book, humming as they watch him. "I'm glad I could provide a change of pace for you and yours. I almost didn't offer! I thought it might be too forward with how little we actually know each other, and I'm a TERRIBLE judge on how humans or ex-humans will respond to... Anything, honestly."

Kyxs

"Well, I'm glad you did." He shrugged a bit, leaning his elbow on the arm of his chair.

"Y'know what the worst part of arriving in Hell is? The drop. One minute, you're dying peacefully, and then next--" They lift a hand, making a motion with a finger like something falling. A cartoon sound effect of falling and then a comedic smacking sound play on the air. It's as smooch as any Alastor's effects, but it's clear he's been practicing with the noises.

"You're falling and splatting on the ground. I had the unlucky fortune to do that a few scant minutes before the Extermination kicked off for that year, and as jarring as it is to just fall in, falling in on Extermination day is worse."

Valera

A frown. "I'm surprised you survived. Well, I mean.."  A dip of the head. "You *didn't*, obviously. But you didn't *double* die. How did

freshly fallen sinner not immediately get exterminated? You'd have been a walking target!"

Kyxs

"Simple: Alastor. He was waiting for me when I dropped in, immediately got me up and rushed me to a bunker. Didn't even ask anything of me until after the Extermination." He shrugged a bit.

"Without him, I'd have been double dead for sure."

Valera

"Ah. Must have been a fan of your work." They're just going to take a sip of their tea, don't mind them. They know you, sad radio boy.

Kyxs

His mouth snapped shut, but his expression is a familiar static smile. Kyxs takes a moment to blink and then take a breath, relaxing. He just had to remind himself that they were an alien, maybe they wouldn't judge him like other humans would?

"....Yeah. He was. He followed me, listening in via the radios around me, watching what I was doing. Said he liked my style, but that I could have more flair, more power. Offered to teach me, if I worked for him in exchange. I took the deal." He tries his best to act casual, but his next shrug is a little too stiff.

Valera

They watch him stiffen up, and roll their eyes at his carefully manufactured casual mannerisms. "Here's a little tip from your local theater major, kid. Alastor can get away with the stiffly smiling puppet man act because that's how he *always* is. If you flip the switch on suddenly, everyone is going to notice and be on edge."

Ssssip. Mm, good tea. "Anyway. Making a Deal with Alastor was stupid, obviously, but I'm glad it's working out."

Kyxs

He sighed. "I know, I'm working on it. I only have high school theater to rely on." He laughed, crossing his legs.

"Eh, not as stupid as some people might think. Alastor's actually reasonable, mostly. If he respects you, which I was fortunate enough to earn by my actions in life. He'll give you good terms then, but if you're an idiot and act like one around him, well..." He trailed off and shrugged.

Valera

"Earning his respect doesn't seem that hard... Unless you also want him to fear you just a bit." They grin, all teeth.

"Not that I'd know. I have *no* idea if any Alastors out there respect me. But I do have things they want, and that's good enough. The only ones I make deals with are the ones I know have a vested interest in my survival."

Kyxs

"I don't know about that, there's not much Alastor fears." He took a breath, his hand playing with the pages of the shut book on his lap.

"Which ones are vested in your survival? Or are you not allowed to say?"

Valera

"I disagree MOST heartily, dear boy! There's plenty he fears. But if you haven't figured out what yet, I'm certainly not going to tell you and ruin his fun!" They crack their book open, setting it in their lap as they tug the throw up over their shoulders. Hoohoo cozy time.

"I could tell you specifics, but I wouldn't benefit from you knowing. Suffice to say, the ones that like going to Earth for visits or ingredients make an effort to keep in my good graces. Free rides are hard to come by."

Kyxs

He nodded. "True, I don't know much about what other Alastors fear, only the one I know. Who can say which ones of them have the same fears?"

He leaned over, tilting his head to try and get a peek at her book. "What're you reading?"

Valera

A few seconds of watching him crane his neck, and they obligingly turn the book sideways so he can see text he absolutely can't understand. It was reflex, don't question it too much.

"This? Nothing special, really. It's a book on chronomancy, time manipulation and the like. This one is about creating pockets of reality where time is dilated. Not terribly useful to me, but I like to study the basics of anything I can."

Kyxs

She was right, he could't read it, but he enjoyed being able to see the script, it looked nice. That explination flew over his head, though, and he blinked. "Soooo, time travel? What's.....time dilation?"

Valera

"Time dilation is.." They pull the book back, brows furrowing. "To simplify it to an absurd degree, time dilation is where time slows down. So this teaches you the theory behind creating pockets of space where time slows to a crawl relative to the world outside of it."

Kyxs

"Think I read a fantasy western where someone could do that. Had to burn a metal with Allomancy to do it, though." He chuckled. "But that's....neat? Is that something you can do?"

Valera

"Oh yeah, totally." They toss the book at Kyxs, watching as it freezes in midair, then seems to fall in slow motion.

"I already learned how to break this kind of magic at its zenith, but I did it with brute force. I'm studying the theory to learn how to pick it apart instead of just smashing it with a metaphorical hammer. Because eventually I wont be able to just" here they whip out the airquotes, voice turning exasperated "'orbital drop kick' my way to victory."

Kyxs

Kyxs blinked as the book froze and watched as it kept slowly moving towards him.

"Orbital drop kick, huh? So you got a lot of raw power but no finesse?"

Valera

"Oh, uh. Yeah." They roll their eyes, reaching out to pluck the book from the air before it went too far.

"I ruin a lot of things, losing control of spells. There's actually a spot in one of my off planet estates that infinitely spawns chickens because I overcharged one part of a time weave." A pause. "So if you're ever hungry, paradox chicken is cheap."

Kyxs

Kyxs blinked again, and then laughed, putting his face in his hand. "Paradox chicken?"

He lifted his head and, still giggling, continued. "So, is it just a planet of chickens now, or do they disappear after a while?"

Valera

They snort, waving a hand dismissively as they settle back into their coils. "I put a portal underneath the point that whisks them away to a processing facility. But it sure LOOKED like it was going to turn into a chicken planet for a while there. I didn't exactly have a response plan ready for *an endless flood of chickens*."

Kyxs

"Endless chickens. You could solve world hunger-- or actually, ALL worlds hunger." He laughed again.

"Okay, what else have you fucked up magically?" He looks legitimately excited by this.

Valera

They sniff. "Oh you want to hear about all my FAILURES huh? Not my dazzling successes? I broke an entire MOON out of a time freeze you know!"

A moment, and then they drop the act, grinning again. "Veci learn to channel our magic through boards carved with symbols. They're rigidly designed and have a bunch of redundancies to keep dumbass kids from hurting themselves. They do all sorts of things, and ONLY those things. So I, of course, wired a bunch of them together and powered them all at once."

A long sigh. "Long story short, the whole kit and kaboodle went flying off into low orbit and is probably still going."

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed, harder this time. "Oh my god! Just bam, zoom! Off it goes! That's incredible."

He sighed and wiped at his eye. "Reminds me of when Alastor started teaching me magic-- nearly broke every piece of radio equipment I touched."

Valera

His host watches him, fins twitching as they hold their mug of tea in cupped hands. "Aw, hatchling's growing pains. I assume you've gotten better control since then?"

Kyxs

"Oh yeah, a lot better. I still don't have the simple finesse and control that Alastor does, but I'm also not a full fledged radio demon yet." He shrugged.

"I still have to concentrate for stuff that comes naturally to Alastor." To prove his point, an audience gave sporadic clapping after he spoke and he sighed.

"Like that. Still need to whip my audience into shape."

Valera

"So I've heard! You don't inspire the same fear, but you also didn't exactly spring into Hell fully formed and blasting Overlords with unfathomable power. Or whatever. I wasn't there for it, I'm sure his manifestation was greatly exaggerated."

Kyxs

Kyxs rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged a bit. "I dunno, I've looked into it, quite a bit, and most reports are shockingly accurate from what I can tell. Alastor doesn't like to talk about the specifics a lot, though. But he did kill just...a whole fuckton of sinners."

Valera

They shrug. "Sinners die all the time. But we're focusing on you here. Do you MIND that people aren't as afraid of you?"

Kyxs

"Not really? Like everyone's _so_ afraid of Alastor that he can't do much of anything without people running in terror. I can go places and do things on his behalf and even then people won't just up and run because of my mere presence. Being feared to that extent's gotta be tiring." He shrugs back.

Valera

Sip-- Oh, they're out of tea. Ah well. "Speaking from experience? Exhausting. Especially for someone who was previous used to being well liked. You should feel bad for him, but only a little. He did choose to do all that murder after all."

Kyxs

His head tilted, looking curious. "People feared you? Like they do Alastor? But....you're so nice?" His bright green eyes squinted.

"Though considering you can make a chicken paradox, I guess getting on your bad side is a bad idea."

Valera

Well, if he's going to say his piece.. They carefully set the empty mug aside, face blandly neutral as they speak.

"I was thrust into power at twenty years of age, unprepared and terrified. When people attacked me, I responded in turn. When their families protested, I held public executions, to prove a point. A plot of treason? I strung their bodies up for everyone to see!"

A shrug. "Once people see you pull the trigger on an entire city in response to something they did, they realize what they're trying to fight against only gets worse every time they try to put it down."

Kyxs

"Oh geez." Their eyes widen with each word and they look away, elbows on their knees and hands covering their mouth.

After Valera was done, they were quiet a moment. "Yeah, that'd do it," They muttered.

Kyxs sat back up, leaning back in their chair, arms crossing over their stomach. "I killed my father and brother. They were both my first victims. And then I went off and killed a lot of other people. Not a whole city's worth, but for one person just on their own? I killed a lot."

They shrugged. "I keep that under wraps for most of Hell, on Alastor's advice. Thought since you shared...." They shrugged.

Valera

What a strange heart to heart this is. They'd hesitate to call Kyxs anything more than a maybe-friend, but.. He tries. They offer a smile, one side crooked higher than the other.

"Weird that he'd tell you to keep a few murders under wraps, considering the circumstances! But I'm sure he had his reasons. Maybe keeping your victims from deciding to settle the score personally."

A beat. "Oh. I haven't done a widespread cull since I hit thirty, so don't... worry? I guess? I made a deal; ten years of compassion after ten years of cruelty. Six in now, and people have gotten comfortable enough to insult me to my face."

Kyxs

"I think it's less about the murders themselves and more me being a serial killer and all the media coverage I had before I died. Some people in Hell go real hard for true crime shit and have no qualms about stalking you." He laughed softly.

Kyxs's head titled, curious. "What happens when the ten years are up? Will you go back to doing stuff like that or do you think your decade of compassion's changed you enough to not do it again?"

Valera

"Figures, even in Hell where killers are in spitting distance on any given street corner, the big names still get creepy fans. Ever had people ring into the station over you yet?"

The question catches their attention, eyes alight with mischief. "I'd started to find the devotion to compassion rather boring, but then it lead me to Pentious. I _like_ being attentive with him. Making him happy makes _me_ happy. It's pleasant! And weird!"

They magic up fresh tea, offering a duplicate mug to Kyxs. "In four years time, I'll likely have young children to worry about. Another thing I never expected. So.. The best answer I can give is.. I don't know! This year alone has upset my status quo immensely."

Kyxs

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, thankfully. It helps that Kyxs isn't the name I went by when I was up top. I _do_ get people calling in thirsty as fuck for Alastor, though. In a variety of ways."

Kyxs shuddered a bit, and then grinned.

"Oh yeah, love can do that. Having someone to share things with is just really nice. Whether it's a friend or a significant other, it's really nice just being around people you like and care about."

He blinked and tilted his head. "Kids? With....Pentious? I thought sinners were sterile?"

Valera

"You are." They go back to cupping their drink. Time for more explaining! "Veci can reproduce with anything that has a soul. Sinners like you and Pentious ARE souls, condemned to Hell for your sins in life."

A pleased hum.. And then they snort. "Before you ask, yes I'm sure it works, and I've got the embarrassing story about Alastor being my midwife to prove it."

Kyxs

He blinks again at that and finally takes a sip of the tea she'd given him.

"Ah, hm, I don't think I want to hear that story yet. I don't think I'm mentally prepared." He chuckled. "But that's really interesting. Is it cause your people are so much more magically inclined?"

Valera

"You will never be mentally prepared. And if you ever are, you'll have better luck asking Angel. He was there too." A dainty wrist to their forehead, and they sigh dramatically. "My BEAUTIFUL spusband, my knight in SHINING armor.."

But no, Kyxs was NOT ready to hear the story, and Valera was not about to share it. Instead they grin over their tea, mischief in their eyes. "To answer your question. Yes and no. We're very magically inclined, but we're also genetically all over the place, compared to humans. For example, I bet you had two genetic donors, both normal husband, and you came out looking like either of them. "

Kyxs

Another rapid set of blinks. This converstation really was getting a lot of those out of him. "Angel was there?" He grinned at her display. "Well, that explains everything, he's definitely a knight in shinning armor."

He nods, very seriously, yes absolutely, knight in shinning armor.

"Yeah, that's pretty much how humans do it. Two parents, both equal in indignity." He snorted into his tea as he took another sip.

Valera

Oh no, there they go back into their dramatic swoon. "Of course Angel was there! He was the one whisking me away once things started happening, the one right by my side through thick and thin!"

And cue another sigh, flowery as you please. Then they snap back to normal, chinhanding at Kyxs. "I've got seven parents. All genetically related to me. Though the indignity stands, anyone who thinks reproduction is beautiful is wrong, and worse, they're stupid."

Kyxs

More blinking! His eyelids are going to get tired at this rate. "Seven? If it's not too weird to ask, how?? I only know about human biology, so forgive the ignorance."

He was trying very hard to not giggle as he took yet another sip of tea.

Valera

Kyxs' eyelids were going to be so buff by the time this was over. "Well, in MY case the genes were harvested and then patched together in a controlled environment. Yes, that's right darling... I'm DESIGNER." Hairflip. Anyway.

"But it CAN happen naturally. The optimum mating period is fairly generous, as long as there's enough.. traits.. mixed in there by the time the shop closes, the results can be any mix of the parents... Or you just do it magically. We've got spells to avoid the sexual part of reproduction entirely. Options are out there, suffice to say."

Kyxs

He gives a BIG laugh at the hairflip. That was a good one, tickled his funnybone something good.

"I see. That's really cool. So like, anyone can have a kid if they want, I guess the opposite is true too? Like there's probably magical contraception and all that?"

Valera

Good, they live to entertain!

"Of course! I just use the standard non magical medical solutions. Keeps me from having weird magic interactions!"

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed again. "Oh God what kind of weird magical reactions can they cause?"

Valera

"I mean, I laid three eggs. So failure is a common one." They roll their eyes. "No, I know what you want. Sometimes you change colors if your contraceptive doesn't mesh well with your magic. Or you can turn sparkly."

Kyxs

"_Sparkly?_" Their eyes get real big for a moment there. "Man, I want weird magical reactions that turn people sparkly to exist in Hell that sounds funny as fuck."

They laughed and set their empty cup aside. "I take it yours meshes, though-- or are you normally blue?" Kyxs smirked.

Valera

"I hatched *red,* actually." They flutter their lashes... Then snort and shake their head. "That's true, but misleading. Veci change colors as they grow up fairly frequently, nothing to do with contraceptives. No, I use regular old injections, good for six months at a time. Though my old magical one would sometimes make my horns get blue speckles. As far as side effects, it was pretty harmless!"

Now it's their turn to lean in, eyebrow raising. "You've asked *me* a bunch of questions, but what about you? Any magical contraceptives on your side of things, Kyxs?"

Kyxs

Oh, the blinking time is back, that's good. He laughed after, shaking his head.

"Oh, no, not that I know of. Sinners being sterile and all there's no real need for injections? I don't know what's up with the Hellborns though, so maybe they got some." He shrugged.

Valera

"Oh, boo. Though the idea of Hellborns making minor contracts with...." They trail off, leaning back in their seat.

"Oh my gods. Do they make deals with Stolas? No, no... Unless they were trading for information on contraceptive *herbs*. No, they'd go to Gaap, probably? He's the prince who rules over that sort of thing, if my memory serves. I haven't brushed up on my knowledge of demons in *years*." Plus Gaap was the one that Alastor had called on for them.. They should send a gift basket.

Kyxs

"I've been lacking in my demon studies, honestly. I know about Prince Stolas, but Gaap's not familiar to me? Is he a Duke or...?" He trailed off, shifting to tuck his feet under him on the chair.

Valera

"He's a prince, same as Stolas. Though, that's assuming your Hell works the same as some of the others I've been to. I'd honestly suggest you do your own research when you get home, if possible. Though if you want, I could ask Stolas when I see him on our coffee date." They shuffle deeper into their blankets.

"Do you want a refill on the tea, or is that enough for you?"

Kyxs

"Oh! Yeah a refill would be nice." He picked up his empty cup to hand over.

"Yeah I should. I need to be in the know more when it comes to Hellborns rather than just sinner Overlords."

Valera

A twitch of their fin, and his tea is refilled. Who needs TEAPOTS when you've got MAGIC ~~and a teapot and tea cabinet in the kitchen you can draw boiling water and leaves from~~?

"Indeed! Though, really I should as well. If I'm going to marry a man aspiring to conquer, I need to learn everything I can to help support him in his efforts. His greatest enemies, possible allies, how to manage them.. You know. Political stuff."

Kyxs

He takes a sip of the new tea. Ah yes tasty.

"Yeah, I've been putting it off a lot because of the politics. But considering I'm bound to the Radio Demon, and he's working with the Princess, maybe it's a good idea to look more into things."

Valera

"Take it from a politician. Politics are the worst and I hate them. Death to politics as we know it can't come soon enough." A heaving sigh.

"It sounds like a good idea. If you're going to help your boss, you need to know what you're doing. If I'm going to help my husband, so do I. We're together in misery!"

Kyxs

"Yay!" Kyxs gave a little fake cheer and then laughed.

"Well, as they say, misery loves company." He gave a shrug. "But you said you were planning on having coffee with Prince Stolas? Swanky." He laughed a little.

Valera

They groan, nearly vanishing into their own coils as they slowly place their book over their face. Politicsssssss....

Oh, right. Stolas. They remain exactly as they are, voice muffled but much more cheery. "We're going to meet up and swap parenting tips over iced coffee! He seems lovely, so I'm looking forward to it."

Kyxs

"That sounds so wholesome for a chat with a Prince of Hell." Kyxs couldn't help another giggle.

"Then again, Hellborns are a lot different from sinners. Who's to say they can't be wholesome?"

Valera

They wave a hand, vague and airy. "Parents operate on a higher frequency. We make eye contact and a bond is established. In that moment, we are allies in exasperation and adoration for the weird tiny people we're stuck with."

The book is brought down far enough to peek their third eye over at Kyxs, surprise tinging their voice. "You've met Charlie, haven't you? She's a total sweetheart, and about as Hellborn as it gets."

Kyxs

"Oh yeah! I have, she's really nice. I think my brain just slots her into her own category cause she's Princess." He shrugged again.

"She's very _very_ enthusiastic about things, which is really adorable. I really kinda wanna meet her parents just to see how they could've raised someone as sweet and compassionate in Hell of all places."

Valera

"You know, fair. She's certainly not like any other Hellborn out there, with that parentage." The royal baby, the little Angel of Hell. Poor Charlie.

And then her parents. Ugh. "I've heard very little about Charlotte's parents." They begin, carefully. "But I've heard nothing _good_ about them. I think Charlie's personality is her own doing."

Kyxs

"That's a fair point. I've heard things about Lucifer and Lilith, and none of it wasn't someone doing some ass kissing, sooo..." He snorted and shrugged again.

"It'd make sense if Charlie was mostly a self made Princess."

Valera

"Quite so, Kyxs." The book is finally pulled away, set on the table between them so Valera can have both hands free.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to derail the conversation. Was there anything in particular you wanted to discuss?"

Kyxs

"Oh, not really. I kinda like derailed converstations, makes it easier to go with the flow." He tilted his head.

"Alastor hasn't been any trouble has he? I mean, the one that's my boss, of course."

Valera

They stare at him, blank faced as they process his question. Alastor... Trouble... His *boss* Alastor.... Had he? Had he been trouble? Quick, brain, go evaluate a specific Alastor even though they all looked almost identical. Which one was his boss? Not Stick, right? No of course not. So that meant...

A few seconds of silence, and... "Oh! Not at all. He's lovely. A model guest. Good shot, too." Nailed it.

Kyxs

"Good shot?" His eyebrow raised and he lifted his cup for another sip of tea.

"What was he shooting?"

Valera

"Fish! We went speargun fishing together on the pier. It was very fun, he's good company." Oho, a purr from the fish, good job Alastor, wherever you are.

"I almost feel bad for worrying, all the Alastors have been behaving very well. So far."

Kyxs

"Oh never feel bad about worrying about Alastors making trouble. They'd never be rude, but I will say if they weren't your guests, they would be making a loooot more chaos than they are." He shook his head and smirked.

"Sometimes it's funny, sometimes....not so much."

Valera

They open their mouth to respond, then hesitate, tension tightening their shoulders. "Yes. Sometimes not so much is right."

... Not going to elaborate on that, Valera? No? Alright. "Well, with him at least, we managed to get along well enough with weapons in our hands! Always a good sign. Hopefully even when he isn't bound by his manners we'll muddle through, but we'll see."

Kyxs

"Well, if he didn't take a shot at you with a weapon in his hands, I'd say you're at least good in that he won't immediately kill you." He laughed again.

"I mean, not that he could? I think you'd be able to take anyone in Hell, honestly. Maybe not Lucifer himself, but you never know."

Valera

They grimace, shaking their head at the idea. "I could take Alastor in a fight, but I don't know about any Hellborn. And even if I *could* take them on, I wouldn't want to. Fighting is *stressful*."

Kyxs

He nodded and shrugged. "Fair enough, I haven't actually fought anyone else in Hell, so I don't even know what a big demon magical fight would be like."

Valera

"Oh, you haven't? Do you even know what you're truly capable of?" Now they're interested again.

"If you want to get an idea, I could always spar with one of my friends while you watched. Sparring is one thing, that's just playing."

Kyxs

"Not like, fully capable? I've gone into uhhh, my 'true' demon form a couple times but never to really fight? Or at least not anyone who was even near my level in terms of power." He used airquotes around the true part, and then shrugged.

"But I wouldn't say no to seeing some sparring, sounds fun."

Valera

"Sure! Probably not this time, but we can absolutely arrange something when less people are around to get in the crossfire."

They've abandoned the idea of reading by now, just a bundle of fish in a blanket sitting pretty.

"So, Kyxs. What do you want in Hell? You're stuck there theoretically forever, have you got a goal?"

Kyxs

They pondered that question for a bit, one clawed hand scratching at the base of one of their horns.

"Not really sure? Beyond like, doing the radio thing, learning from Alastor, and playing music, I don't have big overarching goals? I'm.... kind of content with that? Which is weird when you think about it, being content in Hell of all places but hey." They shrugged. "I'll take it."

Valera

"That might be for the best, honestly. But yeah, there's a pretty big flaw in Hell's design."

They shrug. "Humans can adapt to just about anything. That's your claim to fame. Give them eternity and they'll build civilizations, like they did on Earth, and like they did in Hell. Mediocre food? You get used to it."

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed. "Don't let Alastor hear you calling Earth food mediocre, he'll take that as a challenge."

He leaned back, tilting his head to stair up at the ceiling. "Kinda makes you wonder how Hell's supposed to be a punishment when it seems like more of the same. Maybe that _is_ the punishment? You think it's gonna be a change, but it's not. I dunno, I can't claim to know what God was thinking when he came up with it."

Valera

"Alastor can take it as a challenge, I've rarely had food from Earth that actually tasted good. It's not made for a Veci tongue to enjoy. If he thinks he can do better than all the other attempts, let him!" A snort, and then they shrug.

"I can't say much for your God, but they never struck me as the creative sort. Or as all knowing as they act. It's kind of embarrassing, like a kid who made a mess and then tries to hide it." They pause, raising an eyebrow. "Though of course, I get to say that because I'm an alien with gods I can punch in the face. Yours seems a bit loftier."

Kyxs

"Yeah, loftier." He rolled his eyes. "He's an asshole. Thought so when I was alive and still think so now. His sons aren't much better, any of em. Though," He giggles, "It does make me laugh that the family who where the biggest bible thumpers are the ones in Hell with me, the heathen, now."

Valera

Well that earns him a quizzical look. "What does that mean? What family?"

Kyxs

Kyxs winced a little and glanced away. "_My_ family. My uh brother and father. Huge Christian bible thumpers and yet," He giggled again. "They're both in Hell now too. Looks like all their hypocrisy got the best of them."

Valera

They scrunch their face like they just sucked a lemon, sinking further into their blanket. "Gods, I forget that people having families is *normal*. Sounds like yours wasn't great though. I take it you were responsible for their surprise entrances to Hell?"

Kyxs

"Yeah. Said earlier that I killed em, but yeah. Knife to the neck for dear old dad and just a bunch of stabs to the chest for big brother." His face also scrunched. "Really had hoped that they'd been exterminated."

Valera

"Well sure, but I don't know how much family you have. Had. Have?" Squint. "Either way, good riddance. Next round, just throw them into the street yourself. You want a problem solved, do it yourself and all that!"

Kyxs

"Easier said than done, I don't know where they hole up for the exterminations, and I doubt they'd let me in so that I _could_ toss them out." He shrugged. "Just have to find some other way, I guess."

Valera

Valera scoffs, pointing a finger at Kyxs. "You have a lot to learn, kid. I hope Alastor teaches you how to properly track a target by next extermination. It's all about networking with people who want to be in your good graces."

A dismissive toss of the head, and the fish rises to their feet. "Speaking of family we hate, though, I should check on my *own* brother to make sure he hasn't said anything stupid to any of my guests. I'll see you later, Kyxs."

Kyxs

"I know how to track people, they just have some...powerful friends." He sighed. When Val got up, he nodded.

"Brothers are the worst. Alright, see ya later then, Val."

He gave a little wave as she left.

#((two today because I wasn’t able to upload one yesterday)) #extermination party palace #autokrates #usedhearts

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Side-Story

Summary: Reader had a world wind meeting with Roman…a kidnapping…passion…but now its almost two weeks since Roman and her were together. Reader is convinced she knows how Roman feels. While Roman, is wondering where Reader is.

Note: This chapter falls directly between parts & 3 of Creative Fervor. Roman is here is not used to being in a relationship or caring for someone other then himself.

If you have read Gotham Lockdown 2020 or Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021, 🤪 Roman has continued to grow as a character, while (my consistent) Reader has been along side him.

You had poured yourself your fourth glass of wine. You were finally feeling no pain. That was exactly where you needed to be as you tried to start your new project.

Roman chuckled. “To think I was going to woo you while we would talk business.”

His voice echoed your mind.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “You can still woo me, but I am all yours.” You could still hear your reply.

Your heart hurt. Why the fuck did it hurt. It honestly had all been a mistake. Thirteen long days since you and Roman came here and looked over what Jareth had done to your studio.

Seriously, his men had kidnapped you, albeit by accident and somehow you both had ended up fucking. He was so magnificent, the power he exuded. Your old infatuation had bubbled to the surface. You had not been in the right state. So what if he remembered you coming in that rainy night. You had not seen or heard from him.

Obviously, after a few quick fucks he had now. Just like all the other girls who apparently caught his eye. At least that is what you had read in the papers.

You refused to let yourself cry one more time. You were a lady, a woman. A casual fuck wasn’t exactly a bad thing, women did it all the time. And heck, he was one of the handsomest men in Gotham.

You could try and bop Bruce Wayne after all these years and have both men as a notch on your scissors. You threw your head back and chuckled. That thought had made you smile. Designer by day, torrid sexual liaisons with all the eligible men of Gotham at night. You chuckled again.

******

This was day thirteen. He paced in front of his desk. Where was she? Why had he not heard from you. Usually he had to push the girls away. But you, you just vanished.

“You can still woo me, but I am all yours.”

The memory of your sweet voice still echoed in his ear. Damn you! Usually he didn’t care but you were different. The memory of you tugged at him.

He wanted your perfume tickling his nose, he wanted to watch your eyes as he was in you. Damn, he wanted to also just talk to you. Something about you fascinated him.

“Zsasz!” Clenching his fists, he hollered.

“Yes boss.” He scratched the back of his head, after he entered his office.

“Was there any response to the flowers or the bolts of fabrics?”

“The what?”

“The fabric I had you order and send to Y/N… The fucking bouquets?”

He watched as the shorter man bowed his head. Rarely, did Zsasz ever look sheepish or even reluctant. But now that look washed over his face. He only ever saw it when he fucked up.

“Zsasz, what did you fucking do?” He snarled.

“I thought you were fucking kidding.”

Roman closed the distance. “What about ‘get a really nice bouquet and send it to Y/N’ was funny?”

The man didn’t look at him, his shoulders slumped.

“Or what about ‘I think these are some great fabrics, go and buy them from here and have them sent over to Y/N with my wishes’.”

“Nothing.” He barely looked at him.

“Then why didn’t you do it?”

“You’ve never done that before.” He could barely hear his voice.

“Man, when you fuck up, you fuck up.”

He stormed out of his office. He went over to his walk-in closet. He chose a fresh suit jacket. He ran a comb through his dark strands.

“Roman, you have a meeting in an hour.”

Roman stopped and turned. “Fucking cancel it. They can wait.”

He made it to the elevator and took it down.

Once there, he eyed the rack of keys.

“Sir, where can I drive you?” His driver, sat up and was alert.

“I’m driving today.”

He grabbed the keys to his ‘66 Mustang. Maybe you’d like that. Maybe the two of you could drive down to the wharf. But first the fashion district and then he’d grab some flowers.

*****

He sighed, shrugged out of his suit jacket and laid it in the passenger seat. He put the bolts of fabric in the back. Turning the corner, he found a florist. This was easier than he thought.

Finally, with a roar of his engine he began making it to the slice of Gotham where your studio was. He even smiled. This would be great, he’d explain the two of you would be back on.

*****

Sliding out of his car, he smoothed his hair and straightened his jacket once he slipped it back on. He grabbed the bouquet, went over and pushed the industrial bell. He stepped back and waited.

******

You turned up your music, feeling a good warmth from the wine. You wiggled happily about as you got to work.

Soon, your hand was moving this way or that way. The Mad Hatter’s chair soon took shape before you.

*****

He pushed the button again. Still no response. He pressed his lips together.

Perhaps he could see if your door was open. If you were out, maybe he could leave it all and then call or perhaps leave a note.

He brought a gloved hand down to the doorknob and he stopped. He hesitated. He could just walk.

Like a ghost, he remembered how strong you looked when he had first approached and even stronger when you saw the full extend of what that Jareth did to you. On principle alone, when he got back into town, he would be handling him personally.

He nodded to himself. He had to get to know you better. Inhaling, he twisted the knob. He could feel the cold metal through the fabric of his gloves.

Music almost as loud as it would be at the club greeted him. No wonder you had not heard the bell.

He closed the door behind him. At a fair distance he stopped and called to you. He didn’t want to startle you.

“Y/N.” He called out.

Nothing. Had you even heard him. He shouted again. Nothing.

As he looked around and he came closer, he saw you and that you had painted over the spray painted vulgarities Jareth had left in his wake. The paint was newish, it made his nose twitch.

Placing the bouquet down, he stopped. Something prickled at him. This was new to him. He looked back at the door, then looked back at you. The way your curves were under your slouchy shirt, the way your shorts were way too short. He was reminded of how much he really wanted all of you.

The urge to go up behind you filled his mind’s eye. He’d let his hands slip under your shirt, you’d feel so soft and warm. It made his breath catch, he bit the inside of his cheek. Damn, he really wanted to nuzzle your throat. Or perhaps he’d lay a hand on it, delighting in how his glove would look against your soft pale skin. His stomach churned.

He watched as you sat back and looked at your canvas. Now or never. He closed the distance.

He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Hi baby.” He managed before you screamed and managed to free yourself from his hands. Leaping up, you were flat against your easel. Your eyes were wide, darting around for an escape. But then when you saw him, your face relaxed. But the expression he could not read.

He stepped back and raised his arms. “Hi baby.”

Now you were the one who closed the distance. You pushed him. He was so shocked he actually stumbled back. But then he composed himself and grabbed your by your wrists before you could push him again.

“What kind of greeting is this?” You wiggled and he wasn’t going to let you go. “Stop.”

Your eyes were aflame, damn if that wasn’t sexy. “I’m not a convenient fuck.” You snarled. He could smell something, maybe wine mingling with your perfume he had so missed.

He brought your hands down. He knew sometimes it worked for him. His migraines made his anger explode. It was only once or twice that he'd allow Black Canary or Zsasz to calm him this way. You continued to wiggle. “Stop!”

“No.” Your voice broke.

“You’re not.” He shook your hands as he continued to hold them and brought them down again. “Zsasz fucked up and never sent my messages.” His voice was firm. Some of the anger he had bottled up came through in his voice.

You stilled. “What messages?” You raised your eyebrows, as the flames that were still burning in your eyes met his.

“That I wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” He had to admit, seeing a breathlessness coming over you was delightful. He finally let go of your wrists.

“Yes, damn it.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “I had told him to send you some flowers. And when I didn’t hear from you after those, I sent some fabrics.

Seeing you rub your wrists, he felt a little bad about that. Though the idea of pinning them above you entered his mind and he did like that.

You put a hand on your hip. “Really?”

He nodded. “To correct his fuck up,” He gestured to the bouquet on the table. “I brought those. And in my car are some fabrics I thought you might like.”

******

You followed him out to his car and gasped. “Roman? Where’s the rolls?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want the driver in tow. I want this between us.” You watched as he pressed his lips together, his eyes softened. “I should have never delegated when it came to you.”

Those words brought a sweet beat to your heart.

“You are a very busy man.” You acknowledged.

“I am, but...” His voice trailed off. He opened the door then. He made a grand sweeping gesture. “These are the fabrics.”

Shock filled you as you looked over the dynamic array of fabrics. There were several types, colors and patterns. You leapt at Roman, hugging him tight. You felt as he stiffened but then relaxed. You smiled up at him. “They all look so wonderful." You enthused.

He smiled, it was that kind of smile that hit you. It was soft, it reached the blue in his eyes. He was behind it. The wine still strong in your system made tears prickle and fall down your cheeks. The smile disappeared.

“I- did I fuck this up too?” His voice was almost hollow.

“No… No. I just drank too much wine. These… These...” You let one arm drop so you could gesture. “These are wonderful. Thank you so much.”

You don’t know what came over you, but right there you went up on your tiptoes the best that you could and you peppered his chin with kisses.

He chuckled and actually kind of wiggled. “Y/N, ok… Ok. That tickles. Let’s um… Get these inside.”

******

Clad now only in his t-shirt and slacks, your messy ponytail was gone and your hair loose. Like Roman preferred. You were cuddled in his lap.

You both had put away the fabrics, after looking at them all. They went where they should and that took a little pulling and tugging till they were all tucked away. So now you two sat and rested.

“Is my baby going to tell me what she has been up to while we were apart?”

You rose your head from the wonderful nook of his shoulder and throat. “I tried working on the Mad Hatter’s chair, but I missed you too much.”

“So you missed me?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I wanted to spend time with you. How, I have no idea.” You shrugged. “But somehow.”

“We’ll think of something. I’d like you to spend the night.” A smirk that sent butterflies, curled his lips.

“Oh?”

His eyes twinkled. “Yes. We have more catching up to do.”

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[lacheri]

congrats on 200 !! I was hoping you could write something small for me haha so here’s my info:

My personality type is intj or istj I’ve gotten both before and my enneagram is 6w5. I’m an Aries sun Sagittarius moon and Libra rising. My chosen s/o is Jean Kirstein. My perfered pronouns are she/her. I’m introverted around most people but pretty outgoing with people I’m close with. I love giving gifts to the people I love because I love seeing their reactions. Also although I’m super polite to people I don’t know I kinda love to tease the people I’m close to not anything mean just making jokes. As for my hobbies I like reading I’m just a super slow reader and I’m also into video editing. Some stuff that makes me happy are spicy food, the smell of clean laundry, and my melatonin sleepy gummies 😌. My physical description: I’m 18 yrs old I have brown curly hair and brown eyes. I’m pretty tan. I’m also kinda chubby and 5’5 in height. NSFW info: I personally don’t like degrading or any kind of whips/bondage stuff. I do like to use toys on other people though such as viberators or dildos. I hope I understood your rules correctly when you said check requests but I wouldn’t mind you writing headcannons or a small Drabble depending on the tarot card you pick out. :)

I...literally want to be your friend?? I love the combo of aries sun/sag moon/libra rising, you're the best person to have a giggle with <3 (me and my aries bestfriend used to get drunk and dance to this song in high school so it's an aries anthem for me)

The Fool: this card and the zodiac sign Aries are very much so equals in my mind (the card for Aries is the Emperor). the Fool is card zero, representing infinity and the promise of a new journey. Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, and both these compare in child like wonder and spirit. the man in the card stands on the edge of the cliff with his belongings, head towards the sky, unknowing that he is about to walk off the ledge. the rose he holds represents purity and innocence, the dog his companion, the sun shining down on a cloudless day. I personally love when this card comes out in a reading, it reminds us that it’s okay to indulge in the childish parts of ourselves. not everything is meant to be taken so seriously. it’s okay to have fun without thinking of the future.

anna sun - walk the moon. "Live my life without coming up for air, now it's all I want. I want everyone racing down the hill, I am faster than you. Wait for summertime."

“Jean, you’ve been DJ this entire ride!”

“I have great taste in music, thank you very much!”

You pouted in the passenger seat, arms crossing over your chest, the soft hum of music playing from the radio as you spoke, “Where are we even going anyways?”

“An adventure, obviously,” his honey brown eyes flickered to you, a coy smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t be much fun if I told you.”

“Some best friend you are,” you grumbled, slouching back into the leather of your seat.

The sun had long rid itself of its presence, the moon replacing its position high in the sky. It was a particularly bright night as Jean drove his car down an empty highway, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the top of your thigh. You had been in the middle of reading your favorite novel, sweatpants on with your hair tied up, when you had heard soft thumps against your window. You had sighed, dog earring your page, and trotted over to your window sill, throwing it open.

Jean had a handful of rocks and a silly toothy grin on his face, calling out that he was going to kidnap you whether you liked it or not. You had simply rolled your eyes, trying hard to conceal your smile and ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and soon enough you were in the passenger seat of his car.

Glancing at the dashboard, the clock read one o’clock in the morning. You would’ve been wide awake reading regardless, but still, you had to admit it was quite late. Jean seemed completely content as he hummed along to whatever song was playing, fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead. He threw on his blinker, taking an exit you didn’t care to read the sign to. Trees surrounded you on either side, blocking out any moonlight, and the lack of streetlamps was slightly concerning.

Jean had swerved onto a dirt road then, and you couldn’t help but tease, “Are you taking me out in the woods to kill me or something?”

“Yup, this all my master plan,” he smirked back, slowing down over holes in the road and navigating around fallen tree branches. “I’ve had enough of your smart mouth, time for revenge.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, placing your hand over his subtly. “You wouldn’t be able to survive without me.”

“Probably not,” Jean mumbled, his eyes widening. “Oh! We’re almost there!”

Headlights illuminated the sparkle of a shoreline, your eyebrows furrowed upon your arrival. There were no beaches around you, were there? Your eyes scanned as much as you could, and it dawned on you that Jean had taken you to, a lake?

“I found it randomly one day with Connie, it’s not on any of the maps or gps,” Jean began to unbuckle his seatbelt, gesturing for you to follow along with his hands. “C’mon, we’re going swimming!”

“Swimming?” you deadpanned, hands frozen on your unbuckled seat belt. “Jean, absolutely fucking not. It’s freezing!”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine, we’re not going swimming. It was worth a try though. But my real reason is less cool, I just wanted to hang out.”

“Just us?” you couldn’t help but ask nervously, hand on the door handle.

“Yeah,” Jean smiled boyishly, fumbling with the radio, sliding out of the driver’s side shortly after. “Just the two of us, baby.”

You let out a nervous giggle, feeling the onset of your heart pounding in your chest. With a quick gesture, you were out of the car, Jean circling around the front to meet you. His phone was in his hand, thumbs tapping quickly away. Suddenly, the mellow sound of smooth music began to play from the speakers, flowing from the opened windows.

Jean put his phone in his back pocket of his jeans, meeting your gaze with a soft smile with an extended palm, “Wanna’ dance?”

You blinked a few times, feeling heat crawl up your cheeks, “Really?”

He strided closer, grabbing your hand at your side, “Yes, really. Now c’mere already.”

You felt Jean as he twirled you suddenly, pulling your back to his chest, laughing as he did so. You couldn’t hold back your own giggles, squealing as he began to move his feet clumsily to the beat of the song, one becoming familiar as the lyrics and music kicked in. You followed his movements, not exactly as dancerly as you had hoped, but it didn’t matter much to you. There was no one around, and the way Jean was “dancing”, you knew he didn’t care much about how well you moved.

You began jumping on your feet, Jean joining you enthusiastically, screaming the words out at the top of his lungs. You laughed hard at the sight, and he threw his arms around your waist.

“You’re like, my favorite person ever, you know that?” Jean looked away shyly at the admittance, smiling so softly it warmed your heart. “You’re the only person I’d ever want to do this stuff with.”

“Awe, Jean, you going soft on me?” you teased lightly, sliding your arms around his neck as the two of you began to sway.

“Just for you,” he breathed, finally moving his honey colored eyes to yours. “Hey, um, have you ever thought about us?”

“What do you mean?” your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears, trying not to get your hopes up. You had the biggest crush on the man for years, and his words were going to effect every single thing from this moment on.

Jean took a deep breath, nearly stumbling over his words as he spoke, “I’ve liked you, for a really long time. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you if you don’t feel the same, but, I kind of want to be your boyfriend.”

Your mouth hung open, eyes blinking furiously, “Are you serious?”

“You know what, I’m sorry, that was stupid,” he shook his head as if to erase his words, shutting his eyes and pulling away, your arms falling from his neck.

“Hey wait,” your hand shot to his bicep to stop him from moving any further. “Jean, I’ve liked you from the moment I met you. I just never thought you liked me back.”

“Of course I did! I mean, you’re like the coolest girl I’ve ever met. We like all the same music, you put up with my stupidity,” Jean chuckled, gazing at you so sweetly. “You go out on these late night adventures with me. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, the last person I talk to before I fall asleep. You’re beautiful, and that helps too.”

“I would be an absolute idiot to not want to be your girlfriend,” you looked down at your shoes shyly, smiling as the pent up words left your lips. “Who else is gonna’ throw rocks at my window like we’re in the 90’s?”

“I’m just missing the boombox, aren’t I?” he joked, fingers brushing past your temples to caress your hair. “You’re just so you, and you’re not afraid of that. You get me, and I get you. It’s always been us.”

“It has,” you flickered your eyes up at the contact, placing your own hands overtop of his.

Jean had no further words, staring intently at your lips. You placed your weight on the tips of your toes, pushing yourself to close the distance between the two of you. His lips were soft as you kissed him gently, he tasted like spearmint and smelled of expensive cologne, and your eyes fluttered shut. His mouth moved seamlessly against yours, smooth and purposeful, and you could feel all the emotions he held within himself pouring into you. Maybe it was your own, but your brain was silent as the music came to an end, softening in the background.

“You owe me a real date,” you whispered against his lips. “Not one at one in the morning.”

“Can’t promise you that,” he chuckled, peppering a kiss to the tip of your nose. “But seriously, do you want to go swimming now?”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

#lacheri's 200 follower event #i made this sfw but i hope you like it!!

[somecunttookmyurl]

okay so i LITERALLY did not know metro station came out with anything after the first album until you started posting but you've got me listening to them again and oh my god how good was savior though???

god like honestly fucking same??? i listened to the first album when it came out (obv) but there was SO MUCH GOOD MUSIC coming out that they were never really up front in my brain, and i absolutely wasn’t into any of them at the time, then they fell off my radar entirely. i knew they broke up in 2010 and that was it really. it was HONESTLY. ON GOD. FOR REAL. just because i listened to shake it and spoitfy woke up and chose violence with that artist image. like “oh. oh do NOT like that i’m into you now that’s embarrassing” then saw the wiki said ‘metro station IS a band’ like..... the FUCK do you mean ‘is’???? what is that present tense doing??? hello???

i completely totally missed everything which is really for the best bc i wouldn’t have survived gold/savior in real time. both for how good it is and also *gestures at 2015 trace*

also you are very right savior is. so fucking good. like metro station was great but savior is just. rude, that’s what it is. it’s RUDE.

we need to get shirts like “i listen to metro station in 2021 on purpose”

#they released 'i hate society' on my birthday last year and i didn't know that's how far off my radar they got #apparently i'm singlehandedly reviving the metro station fandom now #ur welcome trace xoxo #Anonymous #i hate you me pierde

[crystalsexarch]

Twenty: Petrichor - E

"Let's cut to the chase, Emet-Selch. Are you trying to offer your services, or do you expect me to offer mine?"

-

Male WoL Bas'ir Bahani. The Warrior of Light indulges Emet-Selch in conversation, and then something else.

Also on AO3.

Part of the 2021 FFXIV Writing Challenge

Rain on the First is a queer thing. Sheets of water could be falling from the sky, yet even the thickest clouds provide little shelter from a very different kind of flood. Bas'ir is nudging muddy rocks with the toe of his boot near the entrance to Slitherbough, when the unusual afternoon shower finally lets up. Peering out from his little nook, he eyes the sky with suspicion. It has much to hide.

"Afraid of getting wet?" The voice materializes a few fulms behind Bas'ir, and its source follows soon after. "Of all the age's heroes, you seem to be among the most unlikely."

Bas'ir grumbles. It's the Ascian. From now on, Bas'ir will assume he is always somewhere nearby. "You're still putzing around these parts, hmm?"

An indignant Emet-Selch bends his wrist so his palm floats over his collar. "I'm afraid you grossly underestimate how boring the rest of the realm can be."

Bas’ir looks bored—of this conversation. He pockets his hands in his duster and meanders a few lazy steps into the Greatwood. "I just thought you might have something better to do. Boring or not." He casts a bemused glance over his shoulder. Tired, but self-satisfied.

The Ascian raises an eyebrow. He looks more natural when he’s sneering in some capacity. “Something better?” A flourish and sweep of his arm. This is going to be a grand reveal, a great unveiling. “What, like fucking the Crystal Exarch?”

“Yes.” Deadpan. If the Ascian meant to shock and surprise, he certainly hasn’t. If anyone had the opportunity to discern the nature of Bas'ir's regular trips to the Tower, it would be an ancient, occasionally formless being with the ability to watch from any angle, appear from any place. Now Bas’ir gets to raise an eyebrow. “What, is that what you’re here to pester me about? Shall I tell you tawdry tales? I think not.” He sets an honest pace out from the village now. The surrounding world smells like life, like humidity.

“You keep this secret from your precious companions,” Emet-Selch says, following. “And yet you are so eager to display the truth for me—for your sworn enemy. Explain that to me, hero.”

“Why should I care what my enemy thinks of me?” The ground beneath Bas’ir’s feet has a give to it, mossy and wet. “Besides, is that what you are? My enemy?”

“That depends.” Emet-Selch’s strides are much longer than the miqo’te’s. He catches up and rounds him in the twitch of a tail. “What do you think of me?” Arms outstretched, he offers a saccharine smile.

Bas’ir blinks. “I think you are blocking my way.”

“Oh, your way to where, Warrior? You have no idea where you’re going, do you?”

“I’m going a way, to get away.” He sidesteps Emet-Selch and chooses another path ahead. Truth be told, he really doesn't have a particular destination in mind. He wants to escape the unyielding hospitality of the Night’s Blessed. He wants to escape the depth of Y’shtola’s gaze. The rain held him at bay until it didn’t.

“Such trickery of the tongue. But you won’t entertain my question?” When the Ascian is done talking and waving his hands about, he again follows Bas’ir. This time he leaves more space between the two of them.

“I think you are very tall,” Bas’ir says, shoving a thorny branch out of the way. “And you are dramatic. And you are an Ascian. I have no reason to offer any more engagement.”

“However...?”

“No ‘however’ necessary.” A hissing sound catches Bas'ir's ear and he strafes away, pauses with a hand hovering over his firearm. Could be a beast or some mystery of the marsh. Neither option pleases him, and honestly? He’s not opposed to giving Emet-Selch the time of day. "Actually, if you could find me some dry and inoffensive place to be alone for a while, I might tolerate being alone with you."

Emet-Selch catches up with a smile on his face. Though he's been trekking through the same wilds as Bas'ir, his robes look untarnished. Benefits of being whatever the hells he is. "Excellent. Now, follow my lead."

//

The dry and inoffensive place is a patch of land between a natural rock wall and a tree so massive its limbs keep a considerable perimeter out of the elements. The contrast is so stark, it looks almost like a burnt circle of crisp leaves amidst the green. Either way, it’s lonely and dry enough for Bas'ir's standards. He's been leaning against the tree for less than a quarter bell, when Emet-Selch circles back to one of his favorite topics—the Crystal Exarch.

"How did it begin, precisely? Your engagement with him." The Ascian crosses his arms and waits for the answer, wearing the face of a man with only general curiosity.

Bas'ir shrugs and flaps a hand a few times. "As all my engagements do. He made a request, and I sent him an invoice."

"Truly…"

"No. But I did whore in Kugane." Bas'ir's lips wear an impish little cat smile. Though he isn't ashamed of his history in the slightest, he certainly doesn't talk about it around the Exarch.

"An unlikely hero indeed. Might I pry a little? As though we're old friends sharing notes about the latest gossip."

Bas'ir expects questions about the whoring, so he shrugs. "I have nothing to hide, Ascian."

"So dehumanizing!" Emet-Selch covers his mouth in another show of indignation. He ends the gesture with a fake yawn, then paces a few steps away. "So, do you get him off?"

Oh. He wants to know about the Exarch. "This is what you'd ask of me?" Bas'ir says. "Your enemy, or whatever we've decided to call each other."

"We're supposed to be gossiping. Besides, if you haven’t told your Scions, surely you've been itching to tell someone Why not your dear friend, Emet-Selch."

Bas'ir rubs his brow and adjusts his position against the tree. "I...yes of course I get him off. I'm a professional after all."

The Ascian giggles and smirks over his shoulder. "Of course! And does he get you off?"

“He has gotten me off, yes.”

“Goodness! And we're all very proud of him for this. Does he use his mouth?”

“He does not.”

Emet-Selch shakes his head. “Tsk tsk. He wastes too much time flapping it when he oughtn’t.”

“I believe,” Bas’ir says, “‘tis more of a privacy matter.”

“Oh?” This surprises the Ascian, who changes the direction of his wandering. He rubs his chin with one hand, elbow balanced in the palm of the other. “So not even you get to see his face, then.”

Bas’ir chews the inside of his lip.

“Oh, come now. Don’t look so dejected." Emet pouts and wipes an imaginary tear from his face. His gestures offer at least as much communication as his words. "I must say, Bas'ir. You’ve already seen my face. In at least one respect, the two of us have gone further than the two of you.”

“As if I want to see his face.”

“Well, why not? I’m sure he’s very pretty in the sunlight, with all the…” The Ascian gestures where a sliver of crystal would’ve crawled up the Exarch’s cheek.

“And perhaps you’d look pretty on your knees, or some such.” Bas'ir uncrosses his arms and swipes his hands on his thighs. "Let's cut to the chase, Emet-Selch. Are you trying to offer your services, or do you expect me to offer mine?"

"Oh!" Emet-Selch blinks. He doesn't exactly look ruffled. "So you are a professional, aren't you?"

//

Hades is the one who gets on his knees. Leaned against the tree, Bas'ir produces his cock like it's nothing to him, like he won't care if the Ascian leaves him wanting in the wind. Hades has to hunch over like he's trying to reach something from under a piece of furniture, but the position isn't entirely foreign. Azem wasn’t very tall, either.

Hades thinks he'll be able to prove himself as a formidable force, but Bas'ir keeps him on a tight leash, gives him little leeway. This unsundered imitation of what mortals would call a god in comparison! And yet his nerve seems to have survived every cosmic obstacle. Hades doesn't get to suck so much as he gets to choke; he's out of practice, and Bas'ir tugs his hair quite roughly through the whole ordeal.

But Hades wanted this to begin with. He wanted something familiar, something that tugged like Azem, tasted like Azem, laughed like Azem. And Bas'ir does laugh, bending his knees and pulling Hades with a hand on either of his shoulders. Hades keeps his eyes closed and minds his teeth. Is it shameful that an Ascian wants to be a good hole?

"Prepare thyself," Bas'ir says through another snicker. He lets his hands fall to the side. Hades groans and presses his lips to the Warrior's base, lapping the underside of his cock. He wants to be good at this. He wants to be good enough. He always wanted to be good enough for—

Bas’ir palms him right over the third eye, pushes him backwards until his lips pop off. On cue, cum flows freely from the Warrior’s tip, and nearly all of it hits the target. The Ascian's rosey cheeks, his parted mouth, his waiting tongue—all come to know the warmth of Bas’ir’s pleasure. And Bas’ir is having a great time of it.

“Ah! Ah!” The Keeper gasps a few times, jerking his hips forward at every burst. “Ahahah! I was right!”

Hades says nothing. He’s dumbstruck at the enduring qualities of his one-time friend. Ultimately, the taste isn’t all that different, either.

“Ohoh my…” Bas’ir swipes the head of his dick on the Ascian’s mouth. “Oh my. I shall have to tell my comrades about this, shan’t I?”

Hades mumbles and rolls his eyes. Swirls of darkness are already sprouting beneath him. “Yes. And be sure and tell the Exarch as well.” He isn’t bored, but he’s decided to leave Bas’ir for now anyway. Much to think about. Much to remember.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxiv fanfic #ff14 fanfic #emet-selch #mywriting

[evdarcy]

An Unusual Hero C12S3

Please remember, this is unedited and unfinished, but will hopefully fill in the holes that were left and answer some questions without leaving too many others. HOWEVER I will answer all and any questions if you want to leave me a comment.

Next update - Tuesday 20/07/2021

Luc kept his head down, trying to remain inconspicuous. Although it was rather hindered by the fact he kept shuffling from one foot to the other as he played with his phone. He was scrolling through the menus on the ancient device to find the games—he’d been the master of Snake way back when, could even do it one handed.

His brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to manoeuvre the black line around the screen to gobble up the square. Why the hell had he ever gotten rid of his original phone? This was way better than the newer—

The snake ate itself pretty quickly. He sighed and shoved the phone deep into his jacket pocket. He’d probably have plenty of time to practice while they traipsed around the damn country.

He glanced over his shoulder, towards the post office and saw the couple that had followed him all the way from the coffee shop staring back from the window. The two were pointing and gesturing towards him as if explaining their suspicions to someone else.

He tugged the brim of his cap lower over his eyes and turned back to the road watching for the rental car. When he spied the black SUV turning onto the street, he jogged down the sidewalk to stop Sarah before the mystery pair would be able to see the car from the store’s window. He didn’t want them capturing the plates.

‘Don’t go further down—’

His sentence died in his throat as he opened the car’s door and saw Sarah sat within. She had ditched the jacket and the tight fitting dress showed the swell of her breasts very well. The skirt had risen up her legs as she had shifted gears—she’d insisted on a manual car ever since the Excel—and he could see her creamy skin peeking from between its hemline and her lacy stocking-tops. He licked his lips at the idea of sliding the skirt up a little more, running his hands over that smooth skin as she lay beneath him—

‘Hey, I’m up here,’ she said flatly. He met her gaze, her raised brows daring him to… say something? Do something? He was certain she’d have no objections to him if he tried it on with her. Hell, she’d probably welcome it, spread her legs wide for him while he climbed up and—

He cleared his throat before he spoke, climbing into the car with his gaze averted. ‘Don’t go further down the street. Turn it around and head back down that way. They definitely recognised me.’

Sarah swore under her breath as she pulled away, completing a one-eighty in the road. Luc turned in his seat, his eyes focused on the post office waiting to see what the couple might do. Just before Sarah swung the car around the corner, a uniformed police officer stepped out from the store, speaking into his radio, followed by the couple pointing after the disappearing car.

Fuck! It was worse that he thought.

‘I told you the cap was a bad idea—’

‘But in a place like that, even without the beard and with the hair cut, you’re bound to be noticed. The cap was supposed to help!’

‘I tried to tell you,’—he tore the hat from his head and threw it on the backseat—‘I did a campaign last summer for Cap-Locked Caps. I was all over the place in the fucking things!’

‘God-fucking-dammit!’ Sarah shouted as she smacked the stirring wheel with her hand. Luc shrank back in his seat, waiting for the slap of a hand, or thump of a fist, across his chest… Maybe she’d punch him across the jaw. At a red light, she’d just unbuckle her seatbelt and go to town on him?

‘We’ll head back to Salt Lake and return the car,’ she said after a few moments of silence. ‘I’ll have to go somewhere else, this time as Hillary, to hire one. That wasn’t part of the plan.’

‘I tried to tell you,’ he said quietly as they pulled onto the I-15 and headed North towards the state’s capital.

‘It’s not your fault,’ Sarah sighed as she pulled the dark wig from her head. ‘I shouldn’t have been so pigheaded. I should have listened. And I’m sorry for shouting.’

Luc’s swallowed at the apology, reminding himself that this wasn’t Linda. Sarah and proved time and time again she wasn’t the type to lash out. She barely touched him and even then it was never anything more than a hand on his arm or shoulder.

She glanced at him, giving him a tentative smile, but he just continued to stare at her. The smile dropped from her face and slowly turned into a frown at his continuing silence. ‘What?’

He shook his head and turned away, afraid that he might spill all his secrets if he spoke now. He’d already revealed far more to her than he wanted.

He watched the mountains, their tops dusted with snow—crisp, white, and untouched—fly by as they sped off down the highway in silence. What would she do if he told her? Would she think she could act that way too? Would she decide he was too weak and leave his ass behind? Hell, she’d been trained specifically to survive this ordeal; she’d been taught how to fight in hand-to-hand combat, fire a weapon, strategic planning, disguising herself… He couldn’t even stop people recognising him.

‘You should cut me lose.’ The words tumbled from his mouth before he really thought about them, but the moment they were uttered, he knew the idea made sense. What the hell was he bringing to their predicament? Trouble. Problems. More ways for them to get caught or be killed. If he went back he could actually be of more use to her.

‘I’m sorry—what?’

‘I could go on TV and tell people who I saw, the government would have to protect me.’

‘Luc, you can’t trust the fucking government!’

He made to say something, but she cut him off. ‘I had your president and our PM handpicked my team. Hand-fucking-picked, Luc, I keep telling you. David was chosen personally by President Forbes. Does that mean she’s dirty? Does it mean she’s incompetent? I dunno, but it certainly means that there’s a hell of a lot of weaknesses that the evil son of a bitch can exploit in people that even your president can’t filter through.’

He bit his lip at that thought. If Renee Forbes had picked David herself, what chance did he have?

He could go back and head straight to a newsroom; speak out about what had happened, explain what Europe had been subjected to over the last few years, what the US was about to experience. Get a picture of the Demon out there.

Of course, that would also mean going back to Linda. He ground his teeth at the thought. It was the last thing he wanted, especially after realising that he could still be attracted to a woman, could still get hard, could fantasise over someone and enjoy it.

They drove for a while in silence, the sun, setting in the west, framed her as they headed north. Her auburn hair burned bronze in its orange hue and Luc felt as if he were looking at a Pre-Raphaelite masterpiece, and tucked the image away in his head. If was ever forced back to Linda, he’d be keeping every image he had of the woman at his side locked away, to picture and imagine whenever the bitch used his body for her own pleasures…

His stomach rolled at the thought, but he’d do it if he had to.

‘No. That’s not happening.’ Sarah’s voice was firm and brokered no argument as her fingers tightened on the wheel. A small smile tugged at his lips as he already recognised the motion—it meant she was getting ready to fight her corner, and she wasn’t going to back down. Something within him loosened, a tightness in his chest relaxed. She was going to push him away, wasn’t banishing him back to the future he’d accepted a long while ago.

God, he wanted to reach over and kiss her.

‘We’ll go get another hotel,’ Sarah continued. ‘Just outside of Salt Lake. Tomorrow I’ll drive back to Provo and get the money, then I’ll swing—’

‘You didn’t get the money?’ He sat up straight. Damn, he’d been hoping to get the hell out of Utah. Not just because he’d been spotted, but because of the little personal errand he’d completed just before that couple had wandered into the post office.

Sarah shook her head. ‘No, they said for that amount they’d need to order it specially. It’s being sent over night. I’ve gotta be back there for half-two tomorrow.’

‘Shit.’

‘Yeah. Anyway, I’ll grab that, come back up here to get you and then we’ll head on towards… I dunno…’ she seemed to think of a moment, before plucking a city from thin air. ‘Kansas City, tomorrow night—’ A yawn cut off her sentence and she shook her head to try and wake herself up a bit. ‘But first, ditch car, hotel, sleep. Tomorrow can wait until tomorrow.’

Luc nodded and sat back in his seat, watching the asphalt disappear beneath their wheels and wondered how many more tomorrow’s he’d be blessed with.

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Blog #6: Coast to Coast

6/29/2021

The homeland of the rich, the famous, and the homeless junkies of Los Angeles, California will always have my heart.

With my first near death experience, I have come to see life in a new light… YOLO!

Remember that term? Yah, it was one of those fads that had meaning to it but no longer holds a place in fashion... thank god.

Everything on this coast is slow, even the way people talk is dragged out. No one J-walks here. They seriously wait for that little white man to pop up on the cross walks before walking, even if there is not a car in sight.

Yet everyone here has a serious addition to coffee.

Hangovers are even more dragged because everyone is so uber healthy here, they straight up do not have greasy food.

I made the mistake of ordering an egg and cheese, knowing it’ll only be a disappointment compared to a New York BEC. It was beyond disappointing, especially being hungover as fuck.

Everyone here is stoned all the time and have been for years. I truly believe the whole city moves so slow because everyone is high all the time.

No wonder they can survive with the shitty food- they are too high to realize.

They do have some fire weed here, so it makes sense, but damn… they are so slow and ditsy.

There is so much art here, from music, to painting, to theater, to creativity, everyone comes here with a dream. Some make their dreams come true, others end up addicted to crack, but everyone originally came here in hopes of making something of themselves.

That energy runs through the streets, it is so lively and so filled with hope. It is truly an inspiring place to live.

Who

Who have you become…

The people on the west coast are just genuinely nicer. We had a conversation that consisted of outrageous hand gestures with a random man in his car.

He had blocked an intersection accidently so I couldn’t make a left turn, where he then proceeded to see me raging about it and trying to mouth to us how sorry he was. We straight up had a conversation with this guy and were joking around while waiting for the light. We left mouthing, “We are from New Yorkk, move outta the way” as a joke, and he just understood and left us with a peace sign.

There is a surplus of homelessness here, and it is sad to see but also so interesting to watch them set up communities on the sides of highways and all along the beach.

There is never just one homeless dude posted up under a cardboard box. It’s always 15+ people posting up together in nice ass tents they probably stole or making cardboard houses with tarps for extra coverage.

They get super creative with their homelessness; it is fascinating to watch.

This one guy was zipping down the road in what looked like a decked-out bike, with high handlebars and a motor. He was moving with traffic and was looking cool while doing it.

As he got closer, we realized his get-up was made from an ironing board he bent into a seat, a plastic crate holding up the ironing board to a lime scooter he probably stole a month prior. Topping it off, he added tall handlebars for that 70s badass look. That man mastered one man’s trash, into another man’s treasure.

The saddest part is knowing majority of them came out here looking for their big break and got so hooked on drugs, they could never make it farther then that last $10 in their pocket for drugs.

On the other hand, some of these people have money to their names, but choose this lifestyle.

They really enjoy the life of nothing. This one woman was offered a job and a home, and she politely turned it down because this was her home. She loved the community around her and wouldn’t trade it for any material. What a way of life.

My family was so generous to let us three, stay with them here in Venice Beach. My Uncle Greg is my mom’s brother. He moved out here with his family to further his comedic career. Unfortunately, that meant I couldn’t see my cousins often.

My cousin Owen is a year younger than me and in the same grade as my brother. My other cousin Jojo is four years younger but grew up so fast. I always said the water in California was cracked out, because she always appeared older than my brother and I.

Since COVID I hadn’t been able to see them in two years, so I was so excited to hang out with them.

Jojo just graduated high school, so she is finally old enough to do drugs with!!

We also got to meet up with our friend Izzy from Oneonta. She is living out here for the summer with her sister. What a life.

Izzy is thriving here with her job at this night club and is living in her sister’s cute ass apartment in Echo Park. She has the total LA vibe and even knows all the local spots to hang. Shout out to you for sneaking us into a random hotel’s rooftop pool! Confidence never gets questioned.

We love meeting up with friends from school, it makes the trip feel more homie.

What

What’s hanging dude…

Joshua Tree National Park was something out of another planet. It seriously looked like Jurassic Park and a dinosaur should be appearing at any second.

It was very different from anything we had ever seen before, but it was still a desert and was hot as fuck.

We did some gorgeous hikes through all the massively large, rounded rocks that somehow were placed on top of each other ages ago.

The trees that are all around are Joshua Trees, also considered Trees of Life.

This means they produce a way of life for other creatures at all stages of its growing/dying process.

While in beginning stages of its life, Yucca moths use the trees pollen to lay their eggs in and produce pollen scatter, creating more trees. When the trees are gown, the caterpillars use the tree for habitats and provides food sourcing for a lot of other desert species. When the tree dies, the bark is used to create habitats for humans and used to wove baskets and other materials.

These trees look like a palm tree and a cactus went to TOWN together.

Los Angeles is the other city of dreams. It is not comparable to New York City besides the homelessness and the traffic.

The Ocean really makes the whole city’s surfer aesthetic. Everyone, even the rich and famous, dress like they are in last weeks outfit.

The style is so different from New York. People really don’t dress to impress but spend half their life savings on their wardrobe.

Visiting my family here has always been the ideal way to do this city, since they take us to all the local shops, and we do fun activities like surfing. It’s not just another tour bus showing us where Kurt Cobain shot up some heroin for the first time.

They also show us the best food joints. We got these sushi balls, and it was the greatest -post beach snack- imaginable. A little hit of the wax pen and a bite of this ball is comparable to an orgasm.

Where

Where are all the famous people…

Joshua Tree was so beautiful, it is a place I will be re-visiting, considering we were only there for one night.

Los Angeles is where I have always wanted to live, ever since a young girl. Whenever we would come out here to visit my uncle, he would take us to the coolest places, and we would meet the coolest people.

One year I was here on my birthday, and his buddy stopped over to say hi, when I came downstairs in was Zach Galifianakis chilling there with a $20 bill and my name on it as a birthday gift.

You could imagine my teenage self shitting a tiny bit in my pants as he handed me $20… However, in my head I was thinking, “I know you’re rich, give me more you cheap fuck.”

This year for graduation I only got a phone call from him… how rude.

My Uncle is a popular comedian, if you know him you know him, but if you don’t, he is very irrelevant to you.

When we arrived, he took us out to a show he was preforming at in West Hollywood, featuring other comedians you might know or might also be very irrelevant, including Bill Burr, Anthony Jeselnik, Pete Holmes and Beth Stelling.

It was a cool venue, and a fun time. My favorite part was being called out for attempted DUI’s in every state we have been in due to my funneling addiction, thanks Uncle Greg, that was supposed to be a secret.

After the show he dropped us off at this bar that his friends said was the “it” spot. When we walked in, the bar itself was perfect, expect it was populated by older rich men trying to find their next sugar baby.

We had some contenders, but they were asking for too much… No, I don’t want to go back to your house and sneak past your wife and kids as we dart to your hot tub.

When

When will we leave…

When we first got to LA we had full intensions of staying only four nights and getting out of my family’s hair, but then plans fell through.

Because I love it here so much, we decided to stay!!

Just kidding, I wish we could stay longer… One day I’ll move out here though.

COVID restrictions are back at it again, ruining our plans of going Yosemite. They are the only National Park that requires a whole ass separate pass just to enter the park, on top of the $30 day pass we already have.

The only reason our route was heading inland California was to see that park. So, we did a little digging and decided to just send it up all the way up the coast and do the legendary Pacific Coast Highway.

This is what we originally wanted to do before we found out about Yosemite. Guess we will have to come back to see the park, aw shucks!

Why

Why can’t I afford this…

California is fucking expensive; I can see why the population of homelessness is so high… Even gas is $1.00 more than it is back in New York.

And for Why? They are on a coast, it’s not like the desert where there is a gas station every 100 miles.

They know people here have the money, so they overprice literally everything. A fucking water bottle is $7.00. Sorry didn’t realize paying for survival would be this expensive.

The older man at the bar loved to throw the fact he had money around (as do most people with money around here). He kept saying he works on wall street, but wall street is literally a street in New York City.

He just wanted to flex he works in finances and has a hot tub, okay we get it you have a small dick.

How

How we almost died…

This is my favorite part of the last week, but also the most traumatizing.

So, have you ever heard of cowboy camping?

Well, neither had we until our friend that had just camped in Joshua Tree told us about it and how legendary it was in that specific spot.

Cowboy camping: you don’t pitch your tent, you just post up with your sleeping bags under the stars.

Since Joshua Tree is known for their stars, we thought fuck it, we are here for less than 12 hours, the weather is perfect let’s do it.

That night was a full moon, and it was a killer sunset (all pun intended). We cooked up a nice rice bowl for dinner and then laid in our sleeping bags watching the stars.

The moon was almost too bright, it was taking away from the illumination of the stars, but it was legendary because I’ve never seen such a big and bright moon before.

But you know what they say about the full moons, it brings out the crazies. And in our case, coyote crazies.

After drifting off to sleep under the peaceful star and moon lit sky, I was rudely woken up to really loud growling and whimpering.

It was not something that was off in the distance, it was right next to us… barebone in the wild.

I quickly and quietly turned over to grab my bear spray that I keep next to me when camping. I started thinking, “Alright this is the only thing keeping me from getting mauled by whatever the fuck is next to me.”

Not knowing what we were dealing with, I slowly popped my head up hoping the animal didn’t catch my movement… I saw about 5 feet in front of us was a pack of about 10 coyotes, running around chasing animals.

We happen to be the center of their circle and were surrounded by their pack. Thankfully their attention was diverted to our asshole neighbor’s whose food was left out. Thanks for that.

We just laid their paralyzed in fear of death. As we laid there, I saw two shooting stars and wished for life… Shoutout to those shooting stars.

We tried to stay as quiet as possible, so we didn’t become their next victim. Maya was not having it though and couldn’t stop shaking. There was a moment when her shaking was so loud, and I could see a coyote right next to us, so I had to hold her body so it would stop moving.

We laid there for about 20 minutes until the noises stopped… then we booked it for the car. We slept in the car until the sun rose.

As the sun was rising all the coyotes simultaneously howled for the rest of the pack to meet up and disappear before daylight. That was one of those, “holy shit that was the coolest most terrifying moments of my life”, moments.

We left the next morning as fast as possible, running on no sleep and fear… we headed for the city. I had never been more grateful to be in a city.

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