#i could probably just not tag spoilers and no one would know because my blog is just like this

[aliceramblez]

Dating the Hazbin Hotel Residents 😈

Tags: GN!Reader, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Mature Topics (ie. Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse, SA, etc), Spoilers For The Show, etc.

A/N: Ahhh yes, more brainriot for the pile 😌 I was more of a Helluva gal before the show aired, but now I gotta say these blorbos are a dear part of my heart! Hopefully y'all enjoy these as much as I did writing them!

Consider following my main blog @taruchinator for more solid content & feel free to leave a request here for future HCs~

Charlie 🌈

When the Happy Hotel first opened its doors and all of Hell started making a mockery of it, you were probably the only one who took it as a sign to try and improve from the low life that you were. It's not like you had anything else to live for, anyway.

As soon as you enter the building, you're immediately greeted by the bubbly Princess of Hell herself (along with a reluctant Angel Dust) who is more than happy to show you around and welcomes you with open arms.

You've never been shown this much kindness and sympathy for your situation before, so it naturally takes you aback and makes you wonder what the catch is. Turns out there's none and the Princess is probably the only sweet soul to live in this shithole.

As you grow closer, she asks you to drop the title and just call her Charlie. She also shares a bit about her situation and how her mother wanted to save sinners from the extermination each year, and now Charlie felt like it was her duty to continue this legacy until her dreams came true.

You can't help but feel touched over how much she cares, so you silently vow to yourself to help her in any way you can, just like she's done for you.

It doesn't take long before the two of you grow even closer and feelings begin to blossom, but you decide to ignore them since why would a Princess ever like someone like you?

But Charlie proves you wrong yet again, since one day she comes to you a blushing mess and confesses her own feelings, asking if you'd like to go out with her. You can't help but vocalize your shock since she could do so much better than a random sinner. She deserved better, too.

She looks at you with fondness in her eyes. “You've been by my side for so long and supported me every step of the way. Who wouldn't fall for someone like that?”

And thus, you are the luckiest person in Hell because you scored Charlotte Morningstar, and whoever says otherwise can get a knife to their throat.

She's the perfect definition of a sweet and patient girlfriend, never pushing you to do anything you aren't comfortable with (since you really aren't used to such adoration in a romantic relationship), but as soon as you give her the get-go, she'll be sure to shower you with as much affection as she can until the doubts in your mind disappear completely.

You aren't that far behind either. Albeit not as good as her, you do your best to be a comforting partner whenever she needs you. This is especially necessary after an extermination happens, which always leaves Charlie devastated and in need of a hug or words of encouragement because she doubts herself sometimes and wonders if the hotel is even working at all.

You remind her how it brought the two of you together, to which she smiles and agrees that at least something good has come out of it so far.

Vaggie 🎀

Both you and Vaggie used to work in the same legion under Adam with the rest of his exorcists. You knew of each other's existence, but didn't really talk much aside from whatever was needed in the midst of battle.

The day she spares a demon child's life, you're doing your rounds nearby and witness the whole exchange, including Lute coming over and ripping both an eye and Vaggie's wings for showing mercy. You don't know why, but it makes your blood boil.

“HEY! What are you doing?! It was just a kid, why not let it slide?”

And just like that, you become a target of Lute's rage as well, being ripped from your angelic status along with receiving a few nasty cuts, yet surprisingly not as bad as Vaggie herself.

Once the two of you are left to die, you immediately try to tend the girl's wounds with whatever you can. Vaggie can only stare in disbelief at what you'd done and questions why you even did so in the first place—now you were stuck just like she was.

“Guess I just don't like seeing injustice... Who knew Heaven could be so fuckin' shitty?”

You both laugh at the irony of it all, and that's when luck is finally on your side as Charlie finds you in the dirty alley and brings you back to the hotel to heal properly.

For the next three years you two stay at the Hazbin Hotel, helping Charlie in any way you can to try and make her dream a reality since deep down you hope that despite Heaven's corrupt system, there can be a small chance that souls can be redeemed. You hide the fact that you're ex-Anges though, since you don't wanna cause unnecessary drama.

During this time period, the two of you become better friends, having your own inside jokes regarding things you didn't particularly enjoy from your time as Angels, as well as learning more about one another.

You're the one to come to terms with your feelings first and decide to lay them on the table for Vaggie to see—she's always been a straight-to-the-point kind of gal, so if you're about to be rejected, might as well have it be done quick. But of course, she replies with her own declaration and desire to give a relationship a shot, which you're ecstatic about!

It's a bit hard at first since you never got to see much of romantic relationships in Heaven while training for murder every year, but you try and make it work. Both you and Vaggie work endlessly to try and make the other happy, and it only makes you fall for each other even more.

Also Charlie is your go-to wingwoman who will be there to give you the best advice to try and woo your girlfriend. She ships you two so hard.

Angel Dust 🕸

Working at a porn studio under an Overlord who owns your soul can be exhausting. You know this better than anyone since everyone who works under Valentino has contracts that won't let you get far with a leash. This is especially true with your friend Angel Dust.

You know about the things Valentino does to the spider demon—hell, everyone in the studio probably knows, but know better than to say anything about it. You're always there for Angel after particularly rough shoots, doing your best to comfort him in any way you can, though there isn't much you can do given you're in the same spot.

When he tells you he's moving to Princess Charlie's Hazbin Hotel, you're so happy for him! At least that will give him some distance from Valentino and his disgustingly filthy hands when he's not working.

This unsurprisingly doesn't bode well with the Overlord, causing him to throw fits of rage around the studio when Angel leaves for the day. You can't help but make a snarky comment that you definitely regret moments later.

“Can one blame him for wanting space from such an overbearing asshole?”

Without his favorite stress toy around, you end up paying the price for such comments. The kind of pain and suffering he puts you through is completely different from what you're used to. Is this the stuff he does to Angel? He leaves you naked, bruised and bloody in your room, and all you can do is muster what little strenght you have left to head for the Hazbin Hotel.

As soon as the door opens, you immediately tumble forward and start losing consciousness. The last thing you remember is Angel's horrified expression before it all fades to black.

Once you wake up and have been patched up, you explain what happened at the studio, and you could've sworn you saw fire in Angel's eyes as he holds on to you, fearing you might disappear at any moment. He begs you to stay in the hotel with him, and you agree without hesitation.

And so, your new routine of heading to work and then coming back to the hotel becomes blissful, not having to deal with that lunatic mothman more than necessary. You also get to spend time off with your best friend, which is always a plus.

Well, ‘best friend’ might not be the best way to describe it. You'd developed a crush on the spider demon even before this whole incident occurred, and now that you were spending more time with him, it only continued to grow.

With the line of work you two had, romantic relationships didn't seem to be a thing that crossed anybody's mind since why have a permanent partner when you could just go around fucking the hottest people in Hell? But you knew your feelings were far beyond from sexual, but didn't wanna ruin what you already had going for you.

One heartfelt drunken conversation after work however, makes you do a double take—Angel likes you back. And that both scares and excites you. But with both of you going over the pros and cons with each other, you decide to give it a chance.

You make sure to always have Angel's consent when it comes to physical intimacy—anything from holding his hand, to kissing to just cuddling. He jokes about not being a porcelain doll, but deep down you know he appreciates it.

You're also there for the rough nights, when he comes home wanting nothing more than to die again and let the earth swallow him whole. Words of reassurance are spoken and you can only hold him and let him cry as you vow to do anything in your power to stop this from happening again.

Husker 🍺

As one of the first guests of the hotel, like any wayward sinner, you find yourself in the bar more often than you'd like. Alcohol killed you in the first place, yet not even in the afterlife could you seem to pull yourself from its grasp.

It's a somewhat welcome surprise to find out that the bartender is going through a similar struggle. He still serves you drinks and lends and ear whenever he's not busy, but will occasionally drop the words of wisdom to watch your fill.

Eventually you two find yourselves doing this little back and forth and aid each other when you're in your dark places—Husk won't let you near the bottle if he sees you're about to knock yourself out, meanwhile you're there to look after him when he has one too many drinks and can't take care of himself.

Not to say he isn't a good drinking buddy—you've found out most of the gossip around the hotel thanks to this sneaky little cat demon and there's never a dull moment with him around.

You learn about his deal with Alastor during a particularly bad night, when Husk's had one too many and isn't thinking straight. You don't bring it up, but now have an eye open for whenever the Radio Demon drags your friend away.

Angel's the one who brings up your questionable relationship to the surface.

“So... you two like, fuckin' each other, or what?”

Your entire face goes red, and if it weren't for the dark fur you could swear you see Husk looking the same. He's quick to get rid of Angel's nosy ass, but now the seed has been planted in your brain—do you like Husk that way?

After careful consideration, you come to the conclusion that yes, you do. And it's honestly kinda terrifying considering how relationships don't usually work out in Hell, at least from what you've seen. Besides, even if you did try and confess, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same and just being embarrassed by Angel's comment.

So in an attempt to make your feelings disappear, you stop frequenting the bar. Who knew the best way to stop drinking habits was trying to avoid spending time with your unrequited crush?

But of course, Husk isn't stupid. He sees the change in your behavior and let's it slide for a while, until he eventually corners you and asks what's wrong. You decide to get it all out of the way and tell him how you feel.

To the embarrassment of both of you, he holds your hand firmly between his and darts his eyes toward the corner of the room. “Next time you should ask before going off assuming things, ya got it?”

And so, your glass may have been empty that day, but your heart had never felt fuller.

Sir Pentious 🐍

You meet Sir Pentious when you sign into the hotel, and your immediate thought is just how can this snake man be so adorkable, it should be illegal.

As you greet the other residents and staff, you're quick to strike a conversation with him, which based on his body language he was not expecting. He starts telling you a bit about his weaponry and other contraptions, and you can't help but be fascinated by it.

You're a bit of a tinkerer yourself, albeit you've only dabbled in small scale projects—nothing compared to the massive canons and aircrafts that Pentious seems to be familiar with.

He acts like a kid opening gifts on Sinmas when he talks to you about his inventions, clearly never having anyone show interest before. Eventually he'll even ask for your input on certain smaller projects he wants to work on to help around the hotel, all to thank Charlie for being so kind to him and giving him a second chance. You're obviously eager to help!

You two start spending so much time together that the egg boys have started calling you ‘Boss #2’, much to Pentious' embarrassment and your amusement.

One afternoon once exercises are done for the day, the snake demon seems much more fidgety than usual as he invites you over to his room to continue working on his security system prototype. He's a blabbering mess once he has you sitting down and your heart just can't help but swell at each little syllable.

“Dearest (y/n)... you've, um, well... you are a huge inspiration for my work! A-And I wouldn't have been able to create any of this... without your help. You are kind, and smart and very talented.... and w-well, um I-”

You gotta silence the man with a kiss otherwise you two would be here all day. He's puddy in your hands and you can only giggle in return. “I really like you too, Pen.”

Everyone is either saying they called it or groaning in annoyance because fucking FINALLY, you two were just dancing around each other like idiots. The egg boys are just so happy to have someone else besides Pentious to be in their lives, and will do their best to look out for you just like with their own boss.

So yeah, prepare yourself for some sickeningly sweet gestures from this guy cause he will go above and beyond to get you what you need/want even if it kills him (again). And you can confidently say that you'd do the same in return.

Alastor 📻

After running in the same circles when you were alive, it's no surprise to you to end up in Hell, although you never would've suspected that you'd find yourself in the same place as him. It was honestly a huge relief not having to go through this all by yourself.

As Alastor exerted his dominance over Hell as the Radio Demon, you were powerful enough to be an Overlord yes, but rather liked keeping it on the down low instead of making a spectacle of yourself (Alastor was the one for theatrics anyway). Because of this, only select few knew of your true power and what you were capable of.

Instead, if there was one thing you were known for, it was being the only soul allowed to be close to the Radio Demon without the risk of death.

Yes, Alastor was a sadistic, cold-blooded and egotistical mastermind, but he wasn't a monster. You knew that better than anyone. Although the reactions he had to other demons treating you like a joke or calling you the ‘Radio Demon's Pet’ were not helping his case.

“ł₣ ɎØɄ V₳ⱠɄɆ ɎØɄⱤ ₴ØɄⱠ, ɎØɄ ₩łⱠⱠ ₩₳Ⱡ₭ ₳₩₳Ɏ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ ₦Ø₩ ฿Ɇ₣ØⱤɆ ł Ɽł₱ ł₮ ₳₱₳Ɽ₮ ฿ł₮ ฿Ɏ ฿ł₮...”

“Al, chill. You're gonna make them shit their pants.”

After his seven year absence, you immediately noticed something was wrong with him, and wouldn't stop pestering until he told you the truth—A deal he made and how his soul was now bound to someone much more powerful than he was.

You were obviously mortified and started looking into ways to try and find a loophole to this, but alas the Radio Demon would just give you his signature grin and tell you not to worry about it. It was his battle to face.

But of course you're quick to remind him that you've stuck together through thick and thin even in life, so there was no way you were letting him handle this by himself. You work as a team—always have and always will. You engulf him in a hug.

“We're gonna figure this out, Al. I promise...”

The grin remains, but his eyes widen slightly in surprise. He hesitantly returns the embrace, patting your back and wiping the tears you didn't even know you were shedding.

“There there~ To think such a sweet and innocent soul wound up in a gutter like this. I cannot say I complain as long as I have your delightful company beside me.”

And so when he says he has a plan that involves Princess Charlie Morningstar and her new Happy Hotel, you follow along. Whatever fate has in store for you two, you'll be ready.

Also Charlie is a sweetheart who could do no harm. Knowing Alastor, he'll probably do whatever he can here and there to help around for the cause. You also offer your services as an undercover Overlord, much to everyone's surprise when you reveal your status.

The Radio Demon may have a plan, but something tells you it won't involve bloody murder (unless extremely necessary or if someone really pissed him off).

Like you said—he's not a monster.

Lucifer 🍎

You and Lucifer were good friends at the beginning of Creation. While you were stuck with the tedious task of designing blueprints for the new ‘Human Project’ that headquarters had in store, Lucifer's Seraphim status allowed him to bring creations to life with the flick of a wrist, much to your delight and wonder.

His ideas and pitches for Earth were always so entertaining to listen to, and you would do your best to encourage him to show them to the higher ups to get them approved—His mind was just filled with joy and love and wonder that you'd never seen before.

Which was why it was always so disappointing whenever he'd come back and say that he was shut down and even mocked at. How could Heaven shut down such an imaginative mind in the creation of their biggest project yet?

To say you were devastated when you heard about his fall would be an understatement. You mourned the loss of your friend, knowing that he'd done nothing wrong and thinking it wasn't fair to him to receive such punishment just because he cared for the future of humanity.

Thousands of years later, you overhear the plan for Extermination of Hell kind. You didn't mean to walk by, yet here you were, under the direct eye of the Head Seraphims about to be downcast for something you had no control over—just like Lucifer.

“You're all self-entitled pricks! You think you can do whatever you want just because it doesn't follow what you define as good!”

You get a few good arguments before being cast downwards, leaving you in bad shape in a random alley with no wings and no means of escape. That is of course, until destiny seems to be on your side and Lucifer finds you, completely perplexed to see you here at all.

After getting treated, you tell him about the Extermination so he and Hell can prepare. The conversation of you getting cast down by Heaven gets glossed over, but he can feel the fury building up inside him. You were always doing things by the book—how could they do this to you?

Once the slaughter is over, Lucifer gets a meeting with Heaven and secures protection for both his daughter Charlie and you, to which they begrudgingly agree to keep him outta their hair. You can't help but feel touched by this gesture.

He's also quick to offer you a room to stay in, but you compromise by living in a seperate building from him and Charlie so you aren't a bother even though he says you aren't. In fact, ever since Lilith left, he's had to take care of his young daughter all by himself, so he's more than happy when you offer to help.

It doesn't take long for your feelings to start coming into the surface from all those years ago, and you gotta push them away because he's both married and has a child to look after! Besides, why would the King of Hell ever look in your direction?

Eventually though, he brings up the question with nothing but sweaty palms and a customized rubber ducky that says ‘I love you’ whenever you squeeze it. You blush furiously, but can't help but bring up your concerns, not wanting to replace Lilith in his heart. He looks into your eyes and says that he hasn't been as happy as he is now in the past thousand years.

Cue baby Charlie walking in on everything, and she just smiles and goes innocently. “Daddy! Is (y/n) staying home with us now?”

You two can only chuckle at the cuteness of it and you immediately go to hug her. You couldn't believe that you were blessed with such a wonderful family.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel x reader #charlie morningstar x reader #vaggie x reader #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader #sir pentious x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #husker x reader #husk x reader

[caroldantops]

indentation in the shape of you || valcarol

ship: valkyrie x carol danvers

summary/request: carol shows valkyrie her new suit. valkyrie doesn't like it.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (18+ only), kinda pwp, the marvels spoilers, strap on use, jealous sex, daddy valkyrie, dom!val, sub!carol

a/n: if you're seeing this coming from a ship tag hello! i usually write reader insert so if you go to my blog looking for more of this ummm. sorry.

masterlist | ao3 link

“I’m glad that they seem to be adjusting well. Fury tells me that they’re working on restoring Tarnax’s atmosphere, so hopefully they won’t have to stay in New Asgard for too much longer,” Carol tightens her fists at her side, tension in her body clear as she stands in front of Valkyrie’s desk. 

“Oh, no worries. Having them is no bother at all. Though I’m sure they’re eager to get off Earth,” Valkyrie hums as she swirls her dagger.

Carol insisted on coming down after fixing Hala’s sun to check on things, something that didn’t surprise Valkyrie in the slightest. What did surprise her was her sudden costume change. Her suit was different. Less saturated, emblem bigger on her chest. Valkyrie didn’t like it. It didn’t feel like the Captain Marvel image that she’d grown used to. 

Plus, this one’s torn in places. Cheaply made. Not fitting for a hero who flies into suns. 

Carol is rambling on about something to do with one of the Skrull families as Valkyrie analyzes this new suit. It does hug her hips nicely. Form fitting around the waist that she’s grabbed and pulled against her many times before. 

“What’s with the new get-up?” 

“What?” Carol’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt. 

“This,” Valkyrie points her dagger at Carol. “Different suit.” 

Carol looks down at her suit. Valkyrie holds back a chuckle at how she almost looks surprised by what she’s wearing. “Oh! I got a new one.”

“Clearly,” Valkyrie laughs. “Come closer, I wanna see it.” 

Carol scrunches up her brows in confusion at Valkyrie’s sudden interest, but chalks it up to that warrior mentality. That woman loves some good battle armor. She walks around the desk to stand in front of Valkyrie, awkwardly holding still as she inspects the suit, running her hands over the material and poking a finger through one of the tears that ripped during the fight with Dar-Benn. 

“Seems cheap, doesn’t it?” Valkyrie sneers. “My armory could make you something ten times as sturdy. Where’d you get this shit suit from?” 

“It’s not shit,” Carol huffs. Valkyrie raises an eyebrow at her and pulls her finger down, making the rip bigger. “Hey!” 

“Why aren’t you answering me, hm?” Valkyrie knows damn well where this suit came from, she could tell from the moment she touched it. She just wants Carol to say it. 

“Aladna. Prince Yan--”

“Oh, a gift from your husband.” 

Before Carol knows it, she’s being tugged flush against Valkyrie. From her standing position, she towers over her even more than she usually does, but she gulps because she knows who’s in control here. 

Valkyrie knows that Prince Yan is no more than a friend to Carol, but both of them know just how much the idea of Carol being technically married makes Valkyrie’s jealousy blaze. 

Especially when she comes around with the gifts he’s given her. 

“Val--” 

“You know, I’m surprised it looks so dull, given that Aladna’s traditional clothing has more colors than a pride parade.” Valkyrie grips Carol’s waist, fingers digging into her sides. It would hurt if Carol didn’t have super endurance. But it’s enough to make the message clear. 

“It’s fine, I’ll probably go back to my old one anyway.” Carol refuses to make eye contact with her. She can’t let her know how much this is affecting her right now. 

But gods. 

It took Carol a long time to find someone who could make her feel this way. Someone who could make her feel safe rather than terrified of giving in to their control, their dominance. 

It just came so naturally to Valkyrie. Carol supposes that’s why she can’t stay away, comes running back when her thoughts get too much for her to bear and she just needs them shut off. 

Like now. 

“Don’t look away from me,” Valkyrie says firmly. Carol bites her lip and meets her gaze again. “Good girl. Bend over the desk.” 

Carol briefly considers asking why, but at the moment she can’t bring herself to fight Valkyrie’s little game. She moves some stuff out of the way and bends over the desk. She does her best to steady her breathing as she feels Valkyrie’s hands run up the back of her thighs. 

“You’d think that Prince Yan would give his princess a sturdier suit. You know, I bet I could just…” 

Riiiiiiiip.

 “Valkyrie!” 

Valkyrie laughs, giving Carol’s ass a slap as she admires what she’s done. Just as Valkyrie suspected, she was able to poke into one of the tears and fully rip a hole right through the crotch of Carol’s suit. Her cunt is exposed, the pale skin of her ass peeking through the top of the tears as well. Valkyrie steps forward, hips flush against Carol’s ass. 

“Feel that, princess?” Carol groans. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, sir.” Carol gasps as Valkyrie grinds the bulge of her strap into her exposed ass. She tries hiding her face to conceal how flustered she is, but Valkyrie won’t tolerate that. She’s tugged up by her hair, Valkyrie’s lips brushing against her cheek as she speaks lowly to her. 

“Does your husband ever do this for you?” Valkyrie doesn’t expect a response, just chuckling at Carol’s whines. “Does he know what a needy girl you are?” 

“No, sir.” Valkyrie unbuckles her belt, pulling out her strap and nudging the tip between Carol’s already damp folds. Carol shudders, pushing her hips back against the sensation. 

“Greedy, greedy thing. Already trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Valkyrie stands up straighter, but doesn’t release her grip on Carol’s hair, knowing the stinging in her scalp makes Carol as compliant as can be. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Gonna have to ask nicely for what you want.” 

“Please,” Carol asks softly, voice pitched high as Valkyrie rubs her clit with her strap. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.” 

“Hmm,” Valkyrie releases Carol’s hair and runs her hand down her back, feeling the strong muscles of her back quiver under her touch. “Dunno, that’s not very convincing if you ask me.” 

“Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me!” 

Valkyrie laughs and sinks her cock into Carol’s weeping pussy. Carol lets out a guttural moan, only overshadowed by the wet noises her cunt makes as Valkyrie pounds deep into her. She grips Carol’s hips, pulling her back against her to meet her rough thrusts. 

She loves having Carol like this. The all-powerful Captain Marvel, destroyer of armies and savior of the universe begging for her tight pussy to be ruined by her, shivering under her praise and degradation, weeping in her arms after she’s been thoroughly fucked. 

Carol must have been particularly pent up today, because it doesn’t take much longer for her to be on the edge, a few strokes of Valkyrie’s fingers over her clit and some whispered praises of “Good princess, let go for me. I’ve got you” send her into a shaking mess as she comes. 

She mumbles something incoherent as Valkyrie flips her over, pulling her up to curl against her chest. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you when you’re mumbling.” 

“Thank you,” Carol sighs. 

Valkyrie smiles softly, kissing Carol on the tip of her nose and rubbing her back. “You that tired after one round?” 

“Not tired, just…tired.” 

“Ah, yeah. That really cleared things up.” 

“Shut up.” 

#valcarol #valkyrie x carol danvers #s: valcarol #fic #silver writes #i wrote this mainly just to get it out of me idk its been so long since ive written not reader insert #so i am a bit rusty #the marvels spoilers #IM SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO TAG

[dottores]

okay well, i logged back in, obviously, because there are clearly some things that need to be addressed and have been taken out of context. just because i’m leaving doesn’t mean i should sit here and let my name be smeared. 

to preface this, anantaru and i had a discussion where we came to a congenial understanding of what happened, there's been an acknowledgment on both sides of misunderstanding and believing distorted rumors and people that we probably should not have, but i’m still going to give a full explanation as to the background of everything so you all can understand and come to your own opinions. plus, if there's going to be a call-out post directed majorly at me made, i want an official address of it.

please do NOT send any hate their way, we have ended this discussion on good terms and have worked out what exactly was stirring this discourse between us. (spoiler alert: there was a third-party shit-stirrer that we both considered a decent friend at the time!)

i don’t really need a reason to block someone, and i shouldn’t have to explain it, but i did and i will again but more explicitly this time: @/anantaru made a post that i did not like. it’s as simple as that. it was a post about genshin characters and sex icks and one of the lines were “venti: too drunk.” i’m not anti-dc, but there are topics that i am sensitive about because i was sa’d in my freshman year of college—that is something i have talked about on this blog before, many of you who've been around since my tr era are aware of it. i acknowledged, and tee acknowledged, that this was probably a joke and was not meant to be taken the way i took it, but the aloof/casual way it was mentioned without any TW of implied dubcon, and without acknowledging that it was at least dubcon and could border on noncon in certain interpretations made me uncomfortable. i don’t mind seeing it as long as i’m warned. if it was tagged properly, i would have moved on without much care, but it wasn’t, so i was scrolling through the post snorting and was hit with that and i was made uncomfortable because i didn't like how it was just being passed off as an ick, and i blocked. there was no reason for it to go beyond what it did, yet we are here. anantaru mentioned that if you frequent their blog, you would know that they often write about venti and reader being drunk—i don’t frequent their blog, in fact this was my first encounter with them being reblogged onto my dash by shared mutuals, so it rubbed me wrong. thats the end of it. 

i’m not sure the exact timing, but i believe it was two(?) weeks after this, when i reblogged an unpopular opinion’s post with an opinion that i thought was fairly harmless. sure, looking back on it i could have phrased it better, i’m not going to deny that, but pinpointing my one opinion out of the hundreds of others that were objectively far more controversial than mine and crucifying me for it is uncalled for. you guys know very well that i do not have the time or energy to sift through random people’s blogs to look for minors. every once in a while i glance at the notes of shit posts that happen to be on my dash and i’d be a bit startled at finding a minor in them because i still do think you should at least try to catch minors who interact with shit posts because that’s the easiest way to find them. but i was working at a medium sized firm for a year and a half at the time of the post and i am currently in law school, i do not have the time to be psychotic about people’s likes and interaction, and even if i did have the time?? i’ve always gotten incredible interaction from y’all lmfao, imposing the idea that i’m jealous is entirely inane. i do still stand by the fact that my words were twisted, i was made out, more than once and by more than one person after the next bullet point's events, to have been some psycho that stalks peoples’ posts for excuses as to why they get interaction when that is simply not the case. 

regardless, after this incident, anantaru made a vague post that was almost directly quoting my tags from the reblog and was thus sent to me because many shared mutuals put together that it was about my tags. this was upsetting for multiple reasons 1) i had blocked anantaru by this point so i felt a bit violated that i was being vagued for something by someone that i blocked. 2) i started getting hate anons en masse after it, some of which were very unnecessarily explicit. needless to say, i was very upset and made a subpost on my main account after noticing i’ve been blocked on ao3 because 1) i was already upset and i didn’t even know why anantaru seemed to have it out for me much less go to the point of blocking on ao3 which leads into my next point and 2) i thought it was a bit ridiculous because the only thing blocking on ao3 stops is people from commenting on posts and i clearly was not going to comment on a post of someone who i was not on good terms with. reasoning aside, anantaru can block who they want and i was out of line for making comments about that in particular. i’ll admit that, and apologize for it. 

a screenshot was taken from my personal—not a good moment for me, obviously, but anantaru claimed in their post that it was about them with no evidence. i dmed them about this in particular because i was genuinely confused, we spoke about it, i offered them proof that it was not them because i had a discussion about this post with a close friend at the time of posting it and they believed me. i will attach screenshots below (cropped because there's no reason to attach the whole conversation) because i feel as if this accusation was rather extreme and i wish it would’ve been removed because it was obviously not my best moment. an explanation for the post itself, i was upset over plagiarism accusations regarding something i put my heart and soul into and then seeing the same person that made them consistently on my dash just straight up triggered me, for lack of a better word lol, so i made a vent on my personal. how it got misconstrued as to be anything about anantaru is baffling to me but i suppose that's a question for the subject of our next bullet point. i don’t want to go into detail about the accusations in themselves because i don’t want people to send the actual person who it’s about hate. regardless, that post was not about anantaru, i have never called them a cunt nor have i ever called them a gatekeepy cunt, though i’m beginning to think i should probably remove the word from my vocabulary atp, i use it far too flippantly. anyway, i do not know them well enough to formulate any sort of opinion like that. aside from that, in our discussion we came to an understanding over it and i wish that would have been cleared on their blog as wel. so i'll attach here (i crossed some out because i don't want to breach any boundaries regarding what anantaru might be comfortable sharing but i do think it's fair for me to want this particular point fully cleared as it was a bold accusation remaining up):

5. in our discussion, we came to realize that we have/had a shared mutual who was fostering discourse between the two of us. many of you will recognize her as audri aka alucrds, who has supposedly left tumblr by this point—i suspected this and anantaru has confirmed it while we were talking. audri was sending anantaru my posts claiming that they were about anantaru, but i will stress that the only actual discussions i ever had with anyone about anantaru was with tee and eris about that initial joke because it had upset me at the time, it never extended beyond that and it certainly was never with audri. my only conversation with audri that mentioned anantaru at all was probably around a week or so after i made the post in point 3, when audri asked me about ao3 blocking in casual conversation and i offhandedly mentioned that anantaru had blocked me on there—audri was a close friend at that point and iirc, she had actually told me right after that that anantaru had her blocked on tumblr, i had no idea that they'd been mutuals at all but either way, it was an offhanded comment that led to nowhere (or so i thought LOL). looking back on it, it was clearly her baiting me into giving her information about the post i made a week or so prior because after talking with anantaru, they explained that they got an anonymous message claiming that i was shit talking them for blocking them on ao3 and the only person that could have put together that the vent post from point 3 was about anantaru was audri herself. audri continued to evidently cherry-pick random vent posts of mine to show anantaru and claim that they were about them. why? i wish i could tell you. i considered audri a decent enough friend, and though she had her fair share of issues with mutuals and other friends of mine, i never really thought she’d stoop to this with me. but i guess there’s really no explaining people who thrive in discourse.

6. my comment in my most recent post about being harassed on ao3 and in comments and in asks was not about them at all. i thought it was very clearly about heliotropes (my dottore series) and pressure to update from certain readers, but i'm clarifying that now.

7. i never intended on directly addressing this, which is why i did not directly name anantaru in my post, if i’d known at the time that tee was going to end up addressing all of this, i would’ve just been straight up with all of it.

anyway, i think that’s all, hopefully this will be the last post for real as i am tired mentally and now i am also physically sleep deprived. i've been up since three so forgive me for typos and grammar errors. this all has gone on for over a year. sorry for all the discourse on y'all's dash, wish i could have left with a bit more grace than this. rumors have been blown out of proportions and blindly believed, things have been taken out of context, such is life. i made my fair share of mistakes on my personal blog with my vents, others have admitted and owned up to their own mistakes, some will never admit to their mistakes. such is life. it moves on, always does. i know all of y'all are smart enough to come to your own opinions.

over and out, sorry again, and logged out (hopefully for real this time),

cat

#tw discourse

[sixth-light]

WoT 2x08 thoughts

WoT s2 really, I haven't got to blog the season like I would have wanted because (checks notes) everybody in this household has been sick for a month and counting (do not recommend). No order here, just things as I think of them, full series book spoilers possible:

They really did stick the landing on this season for me, as well as line everything up so neatly for next season. I think S2 is really going to reward a rewatch.

Particularly re:Lanfear. I literally choked when she walked up to Bayle Domon and started talking about the pieces of cuendillar she'd sold him. I know the Dark Prophecy is probably still legit because we flashed back to Ishamael reciting it as he released her BUT ALSO I am now imagining her lying on her bed surrounded by screwed-up drafts as she tries to make it sufficiently ominous.

The Forsaken shenanigans this season have just smashed it out of the park and we only had two of them. I presume we're going to highlight one or two a season for practical purposes (and ofc TSR/TFoH are the Moghedien-Nynaeve books) so I reckon next season we mostly get Moghedien and...I guess Asmodean if we're doing that plotline at all?

Man I so liked my "evil Seanchan/less evil Seanchan" theory but the way they ruthlessly killed off every named Seanchan character this episode (yes we didn't see Suroth and Alwhin's bodies, but that seemed pretty fatal, they explicitly did NOT show any ships getting away) says to me that they want to put that plotline on ice until the Corenne and Tuon arrive. It could still work but we'd have to introduce more Seanchan nobles to make it happen...or...they could make the whole Extremely Dysfunctional Imperial Family dynamic real by having one or more of Tuon's siblings tag along. That was a very tell-not-show element of the books and then rendered irrelevant by Semirhage murdering all of them at once.

Extremely out-there theory: the way they're focusing on Moghedien being 'insane' and having Lanfear refer to the rest of the Forsaken as 'the boys' and being visibly wary of Moggy...what if they merge Moghedien and Semirhage? After all, Moggy goes after the Sad Bracelets first even if Semirhage is the one who uses them...

THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP as that gifset going around demonstrates, this really was the theme of the season. I continue to love how much these kids love each other (and the lingering fear the show has planted that it won't matter, because look where Lews Therin and Ishamael and Lanfear ended up...). Totally bought that they would all just roll with running into each other like that when there was a clear and present threat.

Rand is still so much in his 'just trying to protect my friends' era, poor kiddo, we're going to see that get more and more worn away as the Pattern forces him into bigger and bigger confrontations.

MAT, goddamn, his story took a bit of time to get moving but looking back all the pieces are there. Everything about the knife-on-a-stick sequences was just. fjlkfsdjklfsadjlkfsd. Amazing foreshadowing AND a funny and effective piece of storytelling in the moment. Particularly enjoyed the use of the dagger to open the box with the Horn.

Re: Min's vision: I'm thinking that at some point next season someone will report back to her what actually happened and we're going to see an arc with her learning about her own power and realising that her visions can be partial or metaphorical.

Man I hope Egwene gets lots of nice things next season because this one has been (not unexpectedly) brutal. Completely on board with her killing Renna. I wonder if they're getting rid of the 'sparker/learner' distinction in the show, given what she said to Renna about sul'dam just being very weak in the Power. I also wonder what 'very weak' actually means coming from Egwene, who canonically in the show can hold up against a Forsaken for some length of time (another change I am fine with).

Fascinating to think about Perrin in 2x08, straight-up killing Geofram Bornhald for killing Hopper, vs Perrin in 1x08 deliberately choosing pacifism. I don't actually mind that they gave him some unquestionable culpability here; in the books it was always SO obvious he wasn't in the wrong that it felt silly.

Relatedly, I think what's going on with Nynaeve (to the extent that anything is, she certainly didn't suffer for screentime this season) is that like Perrin her PERSONAL plot actually stalls out around book 8-9 - they're slowburning her block storyline for the same reasons they're slowburning his Wolfbrother one, I reckon. I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't heal stilling until much later in the show than the equivalent of book 6.

I didn't even notice that we left all the White Tower-related plotlines behind entirely this episode until I got to writing this post. FASCINATED to see where we pick up with Verin, Alanna, Siuan, et al next season...not to mention Liandrin

I haven't even talked about Aviendha! She hasn't had a lot to do beyond be introduced/introduce the concept of the Maidens and the Car'a'carn but it was solid set-up for next season and in line with how much she actually had to do in TDR.

My one big lingering question for this season is whether Ingtar isn't a Darkfriend on the show or whether he IS and they decided that his verbal confession wouldn't happen/work in the show and left it as a subtextual easter egg for book readers. I think both positions are arguable from the text, I'm curious what the intent was.

#wheel of time #wot tv show #wot s2 spoilers #wot book spoilers

[cat-of-starlight]

Ok-

In the wake of the new Limbus Brainrot because Canto 4 ended, I've been seeing a certain... Dante related theory... making the rounds again and I wanted to post my thoughts about it.

Putting it under the cut for length reasons- No specific spoilers?, I just don't wanna blast people with the text wall lmao

I gotta say, I really hate the Dante = Ayin theory. Desperately.

Not any hate to the people theorizing- not like that, I just already have a deep hatred of [x person is actually y person]/Reincarnation/etc. theories.

Why, you may ask? Well, in the case of this theory specifically, I have three main reasons.

1 - The vibes of the two characters themselves

Important note, I actually like both characters. I know some people have A Lot to say about Ayin, and honestly so do I (Probably different things but yea), but I generally don't mind him as much as some other people seem to.

I also love Dante.

And Specifically, I'll say- I like them both for Incredibly Different Reasons. Different enough reasons that I feel that mixing the two would ruin them both. I mean sure, Dante CLEARLY has something going on in the memories they can't yet remember, but honestly? Ayin already had his arc. HAD his chance in the spotlight- a whole game of it. I wouldn't mind a cameo, or reason for him to be important in some way, but I'd be crushed if all the reasons I've come to love Dante were smothered by "oops all Ayin"

I feel like it would make it almost... Pointless? "Oh yea this character may have had their whole character arc, but surprise! They aren't REALLY their own person and are instead this dude who already had his character arc!"

2 - They/Them Dante Supremacy™

Now, considering that the meme They/Them Dante post that I made blew up and is now my most popular post on my blog, I think its safe to say where I stand on the Dante's Pronouns part of everything-

I think it would be kind of... dismissive of that to make "Oh yea they were they/them to hide their identity" Because uhhh. Their identity is already hidden. We can't see their face. Literally anyone could have their head taken, a clock replaced, and that outfit slapped on and it generally wouldn't matter-

I feel like it kind of would send the message of "They can only count as they/them because their everything is hidden and we can't tell anyway" which??? No??? Even once Dante's actual head gets revealed, if people start switching calling them to whatever gender they look the most like and the game still uses they/them I'm Going To Bite People.

3 - ??

The least plot relevant, and the most just vibe based is- I just kinda feel like this type of reveal in writing often kinda feels like a cop out? I mean, I'm sure there's probably a well done version of one of these, but I sure as hell haven't found it yet-

I mean, in a BIG city with TONS of characters, there is SO MUCH plot that a character can have, without needing to jump back to a character that they already have. Sure- Project Moon Protags often have a Big Reveal, and its often Shocking- but does it really need to be a rehashed reveal from the first game? "boo he's old news get new material" ya know?

--

Anyway yea. I don't like the theory- Never have from the first time I saw a post about it.

If you like it, feel free to keep on with it- I don't mean this to say "If you theorize this, you suck" or anything, I just keep seeing it, and felt the desire to put my own two cents in~

But yea, keep on with it if you like it? Maybe tag it something specific and I'll just block the tag lmao

#It just doesn't vibe with me idk #They will always be separate in my head #Again I just don't like that genre of theories ANYWAY but yea #limbus company #dante limbus company #dante lcb #lcb

[rosesradio]

may i ask why ppl hate caleo so much? I'm reading ToA rn so idk if it's based on stuff that happens there, but in HoO I didn't really catch anything that would make it this "don't touch with a ten foot pole" ship, yk?

/gen

Hi !! Thanks for sending this in. I feel like I and others have kinda gone through some things in the anti-caleo tag, but I'm gonna go through some of the reasons with as much textual evidence and objectivity as possible. (minus my inevitable unorganized rambles, they're contextually relevant, stop looking at me--)

That being said, this is completely a matter of opinion, as all shipping is. I don't mean to say that you are "allowed" to ship or that you're "stupid" for shipping xyz, I couldn't care less what you ship--let's all just be nice to each other.

That being said, let's start with the two most common reasons why most people dislike caleo:

1.) the age gap

2.) their "bickering to lovers" dynamic is not written well/they seem to dislike each other/etc

The easier one to start with would be the age gap. Now (warnings for rent-lowering gunshots around my blog), I meant what I said when I said I don't care about ships. Most of my beloved mutuals ship the nastiest shit imaginable, and I am very anti-censorship (but that's several other posts). I generally have preferences for healthy ships when it comes to a Fluffy Endgame (dark fics with toxic ships are different to me).

That being said, I don't typically enjoy ships with a large age gap, and most other people find them unappealing as well. I could be persuaded with some (nipollo and rachel/apollo, i'm looking at you), but caleo just kinda grosses me out in this regard, probably due to other aspects of their relationship.

(Some people say she's "mentally fifteen", but I don't really buy that--if she were like a faerie or something, maybe, but I see her more as Edward in Twilight--looks young but has wisdom beyond her years. There's no definitive answer on this so it's not something I would like to debate (none of this is lol) but I thought I would mention it anyways.)

Although your question is about ToA, I'm only going to cover HoH through the first ToA book, because I'm still reading through the ToA books (though I know the big spoilers). I know caleo takes on a bigger role in the second book so i might come back and do a part two to uh...complain about their dynamic more? lol

so, without further ado--

The House of Hades

So, this is the first impression we get of Calypso from Leo's perspective--the highlights to keep this from being 1 million years long (it still will be lol)--

"She looked maybe fifteen, about Leo's age, and, sure, she was pretty; but with that angry expression on herface she reminded Leo of every popular girl in every school he'd ever attended—the ones who made fun of him, gossiped a lot, thought they were so superior, and basically did everything they could tomake his life miserable.Leo disliked her instantly.

---

The girl clenched her fists. Leo was pretty sure she was going to march down the crater and punch him in the face.

---

"Show yourself!" the girl yelled at the sky, completely ignoring Leo. "It's not bad enough I am exiled? It's not bad enough you take away the few good heroes I'm allowed to meet? You think it's funny to send me this—this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!""

--pg 213 of The House of Hades pdf.

Now, keeping in mind that I read this for the first time at 13 and he was my book boyfriend (Or Whatever), I was not a fan of this, but even now that I've grown out of that, this still rings unfavorable to me.

He compares her to his bullies, the ones who made fun of him and created insecurities within him. And, making no effort to clear her name from this association, what is one of the first things she does? Screams at the gods for sending someone so conventionally unattractive. One of Leo's biggest insecurities in the books is not being as conventionally attractive or built as the other guys in the seven. One of his other insecurities is not having a girlfriend when everyone else is coupled up. So the solution is not to have him learn self-love and/or the love of friends, but to instead give him a girlfriend--the build-up time of which is short and intense. Not only that, but his love interest insults one of his biggest insecurities.

We're off to a great start.

Of course, I can't really blame Calypso for being pissed about the wreckage and about being sent another hero instead of being freed from the island. I would be pretty pissed, too, but she still treats him pretty badly, seemingly because he's not the "right" hero.

(For this next bit I am going through their time together in House of Hades and just noting anything that rings as a red flag to me--which is not a stretch as it's pretty much every other line lol. The brackets [] add context for dialogue, the parentheses () is my commentary, though most of these speak for themselves imo)

""Oh-gee-gee-ah." The girl pronounced it slowly, as if Leo were five years old.

---

She looked like she was about to answer but stopped herself. "It doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon. You're obviously a mistake."

That was harsh, Leo thought.He'd spent enough time thinking he was a mistake—as a demigod, on this quest, in life in general. He didn't need a random crazy goddess reinforcing the idea

---

"What am I supposed to do, then? Sit in the sand dunes until I die?" [Leo asked]

"That would be fine...." The girl threw down her trowel and cursed at the sky. "Except I suppose he can't die here, can he? Zeus! This is not funny!"

---

She looked the same age as him, but he wondered how old she really was. (age gap thing, delicious!)

---

"Would you be sweet," [Calypso said], "if they laughed at you by sending another hero, but a hero who looked like—like you?"

---

"Three thousand." Leo's mouth felt tingly, like he'd just eaten Pop Rocks. "Uh, you look good for three thousand."

---

"And now...the worst insult of all. The gods mock me by sending you." [Calypso said]

Anger bubbled in Leo's stomach.Yeah, typical. If Jason were here, Calypso would fall all over him. She'd beg him to stay, but he'd be all noble about returning to his duties, and he'd leave Calypso brokenhearted. That magic raft would totally arrive for him. (heartbreaking to hear about leo's insecurities but also...he is so gay for jason jdskjfs--)

But Leo? He was the annoying guest she couldn't get rid of. She'd never fall for him, because she was totally out of his league.

---

Despite the gifts, Calypso obviously didn't want to see him. One time he poked his head inside the cave and she freaked out, yelling and throwing pots at his head. (how to treat an abuse survivor 101)

Yeah, she was definitely on Team Leo. (this honestly just reminds me of the Echo scene and, honestly, I'd ship him with Echo Big Time over calypso)

He ended up pitching a more permanent camp near the footpath, where the beach met the hills.That way he was close enough to pick up his meals, but Calypso didn't have to see him and go into a pot-throwing rage.

---

"They are completely fireproof," Calypso promised. "They'll stay clean and expand to fit you,should you ever become less scrawny." (the prev part about her repairing the clothes was actually sweet in a platonic way...could have gone without the body-shaming !)

---

Then he remembered that this annoying fifteen-year-old girl was actually the immortal daughter of a Titan."

--pages 214-227 of The House of Hades pdf

Now, at this point I'll say that their relationship actually becomes quite sweet once they get past the frankly horrible section of time where they want each other to die. They're both lonely, they come to some understanding...I suppose this is a matter of opinion, but the romance aspect does feel forced. Time is different in Ogygia so it's hard to say how long Leo was there, if I were to estimate I'd say 3 weeks, but given that it's like 19 pages (and the text is larger on the pdf copy lol), it does feel rushed. Man do I wish they went for the platonic angle, but Richard could never.

The Blood of Olympus

Everyone's favorite book! lmao.

Now that our lovebirds are in Lovebird Territory (i guess), the amount of toxicity dwindles, but let's bite:

"'Sit tight, Sunshine,' he told Calypso's picture. 'I'll get back to you, just like I promised.'

Leo could imagine her response: 'I am not waiting for you, Leo Valdez. I am not in love with you.And I certainly don't believe your foolish promises!' The thought made him smile. (I guess this is supposed to be sarcastic, but way to reintroduce the concept of her really not liking him?)"

--pg 64 of The Blood of Olympus pdf

So, most of this book has mentions of Calypso from Leo's pov, and I gotta say (forgetting entirely that this doc is supposed to at least try to be subjective)...they neutered my boy. I often don't reread past MoA because of the caleo content, though what glimpses I've seen shows that his pov has experienced a massive shift. I think having so little page time and such an intense relationship buildup causes some readers to dislike how fundamentally she alters Leo's pov.

Additionally, I've seen some posts about Leo's suicide ideation. That is not something I want to go in depth about on this post, but I did want to draw attention to this excerpt I caught:

"Now the Argo II was approaching the end of its voyage. Leo's whole life – his childhood with Tía Callida; his mother's death in that warehouse fire; his years as a foster kid; his months at Camp Half-Blood with Jason and Piper – all of it would culminate tomorrow morning in one final battle.

He opened the access panel. Festus's voice creaked over the intercom.

'Yeah, buddy,' Leo agreed. 'It's time.'

More creaking.

'I know,' Leo said. 'Together till the end?'

Festus squeaked affirmatively.

Leo checked the ancient bronze astrolabe, which was now fitted with the crystal from Ogygia. Leo could only hope it would work.

'I will get back to you, Calypso,' he muttered. 'I promised on the River Styx.'

He flipped a switch and brought the navigation device online. He set the timer for twenty-four hours.

Finally he opened the engine's ventilator line and pushed inside the vial of the physician's cure. It disappeared into the veins of the ship with a decisive thunk.

'Too late to turn back now,' Leo said.

He curled on the floor and closed his eyes, determined to enjoy the familiar hum of the engine for one last night."

--pg 224 of The Blood of Olympus pdf

I'm not going to draw any definitive conclusions on the subtext of this or his plan with the physician's cure, but I will say Leo definitely needs therapy and the support of his friends over his want of a girlfriend. (And I'd say this regardless of ships--even if it were my beloved valdangelo. If Leo's mental health isn't addressed, it just makes it seem like a lazy fix-all)

I'm not going to pretend to be the best writer or understand character arcs better than our good friend Richard, but I think one of the reasons why Leo's character arc failed in this final installment is that Leo got what he wanted instead of what he needed. The best character arcs will display what a character wants, but by the end of the journey, a character will realize what they really need.

For example, in Gravity Falls (great show btw), towards the end of the series, Mabel wants to stay in a magical bubble created as a trick by Bill Cipher so she can stay in Gravity Falls forever. In the end, however, she realizes that what she really needs is to go back home to California with her brother, where they can get through high school with the support of each other.

If Leo had undergone an arc in which he really wants a girlfriend, but later realizes he needs to love himself first, that would have been really great and nice for kids to see that they don't need a significant other to make them whole.

Additionally--surprisingly--there were no glaring red flags for the rest of this book. They have a general vibe of "she doesn't really like him and he's a silly little guy" that I feel like is just rick pulling a "can I copy your homework?" with percabeth but it came out Wrong, but that's a matter of opinion.

ToA: The Hidden Oracle

""Here you go." Leo handed her a glass of lemonade. His expression seemed darker and more anxious, as if...Ah, of course. Leo had rescued Calypso from her prison island. In doing so, Calypso had lost her powers. Leo felt responsible."

--pg 239 of The Hidden Oracle pdf

This seems like something they'd have to work through, which is possible, but also a very intense thing to put on a relationship between an already traumatized 16 year old (and his over 3000 year old girlfriend, etc.) I suppose if this was written through in a thoughtful way I'd understand, but it's kind of one of those things that makes me look at them and go...realistically, at best I see them lasting 6 months to a year.

(tbh a lot of the ships outside of percabeth don't seem to have that...well, percabeth longevity--i mean just look at how jiper broke up. not that Richard would break caleo up atp, of course...unless...)

Final Thoughts (unless I return after finishing ToA but no promises)

And so, we conclude. I think I learned some stuff by revisiting canon instead of just remaining amongst online fandom & my memory of canon. Honestly, I can see why people would like this ship--I still hate it the most out of any pjo ship, but I gotta admit it had its sweet moments. Just as I pointed out red flags and had opinions stated as subjective, other people could point out what they consider green flags and why they think the ship is great.

To conclude (my English teachers quaking in their boots rn), myself and other caleo haters dislike the ship due to the age difference, the rushed nature, and the enemies to lovers dynamic being written in a way that ultimately gives the energy that our love birds do not like each other. I hope this dive into the foundation of their relationship clarifies some of these things for you, and thanks for the ask!

#anti caleo #pjo #leo valdez #i didn't send this to my editor and think a lot into it what are you talking about #rose's asks

[hardlystrictlystarwars]

“Answer the damn question Miguel,” | Miguel O'hara

Miguel O'hara x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for ATSV, mentions of alcohol consumption, arguing, angst, strong language, not beta-read or proof-read, implied mother of Gabriella

Word Count: 700

A/N: This is kinda a test to see if my tags are working. But also a midnight burst of creativity that kinda went off the rails. Anyways hope you like it!

Likes, re-blogs and comments are appreciated!

“You look so much like him you know,” You said as he walked into your home. 

A bottle of red on the table with a half empty glass. He had come to learn you didn’t like wine as much in this universe. Half an empty glass translated to about an hour of waiting at the table. Waiting for him to come home. 

“What are you talking about?” He said in the doorway, not having even put down his keys yet. He knew something was up. That little arch in your brow gave it away. 

“It’s silly really,” You breathed out, swirling your glass, “I never thought you would be Spider-man in another universe,” 

“Babe, are you okay?” He asked, walking over to you.

You immediately stood up from where you were, backing yourself up away from him. 

“Babe, what’s going on?” He asked, slowing his pace, reaching his hand out for you, “Just talk to me here,”

“Our first apartment, why did we want to move out of it?” You quizzed him, grabbing a steak knife for protection. 

“What is this all about?”

“Answer the damn question Miguel,” You threatened. Your breath was getting heavier as you started to pant.

“Woah- cálmate, Gabriella is going to hear you,” He tried calming you.

“Gabriella is at a friend’s house,” You replied, “Now answer the fucking question,” 

Miguel gawked at your sudden change. You had been perfectly fine since he left for work, making him a piece of toast with peanut butter on it right as he went out the door. A year into living in this universe and it was a dream he never wanted to wake up from. At least until now. 

“Why is this so important to you babe?” He asked, still trying to reach out to you, “Did something happen at the lab? I know you’ve been stressed about the collider not-��

“Answer the question!” You warned him, “I won’t ask again Miguel,”

“Mold infestation,” He simply replied.

You stared at him for a second before he decided to continue, “They found mold in one of the neighboring units, and made everyone clear out. We stayed the night with your friends for a week and then found a new place right before Gabriella was born,”

You took a deep breath and glanced away from him, the kitchen knife now at your hip.

“I said why did we want to move out Miguel, not why did we have to move out,” You replied in a low voice. 

“What’s the difference? We still ended up moving, the boxes weren’t any lighter that weekend,” He chuckled, but you remained stoic.

“You don’t remember Miguel?” You shook your head clearing becoming more frustrated, you sat down in a seat again, only this time at the seat furthest away from him. You were looking around the room, everywhere but him, “We had been looking for a new apartment for months, does that not ring a bell? We were looking because of you! Because of those god-damn peanut trees!”

Miguel remembered looking up your old apartment building when he first came. The building was gross and dingy, and probably had a million code violations. Mold just happened to be the only one the inspector caught that day.  Your apartment was not really any better than your neighbor’s. There was never any hot water for the first year and you were sandwiched between that family that liked to watch MTV on full blast and an aspiring DJ. 

“Babe, they were just peanut trees,” He said taking a seat on the other side of the table, “Hardly as bad as mold,”

“Miguel, anyone in the last ten years could have looked the building report in a public health database to see that there was mold,” You said as your fingers furiously tapping on the surface of the table and your lips pursed for a moment, “But only my husband would’ve known that we were looking to move because he was mildly allergic to the peanut that grew nearby,” 

And then it clicked for Miguel. You had given him a piece of peanut butter toast this morning. And nothing had happened. He took a bite, kissed you on the lips and walked out the door. He was completely unaware that you were testing him. And he had failed. 

“Who are you Miguel?” You asked, eyes glaring at him, “Because you’re not my damn husband,”

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[thewertsearch]

Asks Compilation 11/12

I never considered that Aradia could be feeling sincere gratitude towards Equius - that's a good point, and might partially explain her flushed feelings for him. Similarly, I never thought about how difficult and impractical a relationship would be for Equius, given he has this kind of strength paired with this kind of dexterity.

Anyway, I half-agree with your thesis. I can imagine a hypothetical kismesissitude between an older, more mature Equius and Aradia, and I think that relationship could potentially be healthy, for the reasons you describe.

But the one we're getting is doomed from the start - Equius's mind-control shenanigans have pretty much torpedoed the whole thing. I don't think he can have a healthy relationship until he figures out why that was wrong.

I'll give you a freebie right now - most of the Jojo villains would fit right in with the Felt!

Yeah, it's not like romantic rivalry is a new idea. Really, the more I think about it, the more I think Hussie's riffing on real relationship tropes with all the quadrants.

Hell, I could probably list some fictional characters that work pretty well as Moirails - and I'm not just talking about The Locked Tomb!

[ sent when you posted your troll ranking! - C ]

She's the best, she's the worst, and she's destined for great terrible things.

Sorry Eridan - someone had to nab last place!

He does have a great design. The cape and scarf work well together - I can see how he'd be easy and fun to cosplay.

We have two opposing views here, and they both make good arguments. Aristocrats do tend to be egotistical by nature - but Alternia would expect him to act that way, even if it wasn't his natural tendency.

I personally don't think Eridan ever intended to exterminate the land-dwellers, but I'm not sure he ever realized that himself.

Don't forget Insane Clown Hussie, which is when your webcomic author keeps putting more harlequins in their story.

Toby, what are you doing back in my ask box? Get outta here, you scamp!

Ayy!

It's funny, I never considered that many people are reading through the liveblog/chrono/ tag. I'm almost never on my blog's page; I see it through the dashboard!

Happy belated birthdays, Jade, Dave, and, Rose!

Odd. It really looks like John's birthday should be December 2nd. Maybe something went wrong with his meteor.

The Newtonverse is a corruption of Homestuck, but Homestuck is already a parody of a million other things. It's one layer too deep, and feels 'wrong' as a result.

Unless Cool and New Webcomic is a similar style of parody, in which case, who knows? Maybe the Newtonverse is simply real, and trying to break into our reality.

Yeah, that makes sense. She certainly looks like a classic eldritch monster.

I can't see the commentary - I assume because some of it contains spoilers. For comments that don't spoil anything, feel free to send them along.

It's always very tempting to check out other livebloggers so I can compare and contrast. I won't, though - quite aside from any worries about spoilers, I just don't want to influence my own opinions!

This has always been a blind spot with me, and it always will be. Try as I might, I will never recognize the difference between Rouge and Rouge.

I knew the comic had about 8000 pages, but it's good to know it clocks in at 8128.

It annoys me more than it should that it's not 2^13, or 8192. It would have been a nice round number to finish on!

Thank you, and welcome!

Eridan's beliefs don't really make sense - but it makes sense that they don't. It's bigotry, after all.

He knows trolls like Kanaya, and can clearly see that there's nothing inferior about her - but he can't let go of what he's been taught, so he just doesn't address it, and continues on as normal.

This comic is damn long, so it's a fun reference to make.

I'd probably pick one. No special reason - I just sort of vibe with the number, and it's the closest to something kooky like zero, or a negative number.

I would have picked the cueball, but I don't think I want Scratch as a rival...

Ok, that's fair, actually.

I love how she's trying to 'cull' them.

It's a good bit. I wonder if this means Hussie's trollsona is a green-blood, like Kanaya?

Read it!

It's not intended to! The others all link to the post where the work was recommended to me, but Con Air wasn't recommended - it's just a movie slightly relevant to Homestuck. I have it up there for completeness, and it's underlined for consistency.

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

[fitzs-space]

Welcome Welcome! its all the pinned info!

Hello hi! its Fitzs of the FloatingSomewhere brand! They/Them I'm also know as Floating.Through.Space on Instagram, and as Floating_Vibes on twitter! I'm also Floating_Somewhere on reddit but I really don't use that, any other accounts would not be me, or at least not an active account of mine,,,

I'm just the local HermitCraft comic artist, with the occasional TrafficLife comics when the series is active!

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I'll try to keep my blog as organized as I can, you can find the Comics in #Fitzs' Comics and Doodles in #Fitzs Doodle, or just check the general #Fitzs Art tag,,, fairly simple! Also this will probably be the place I info dump about all the random Headcanons I'll have! all those will be in #HeadCanon Dump (or in headcannon dump with two 'N's depending on how my spellings doing that day,,,)

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And now, Random Fitzs Lore!

Think my art looks familiar? Like you've seen it in a bunch or random icons and Pfp's? It may not be a coincidence! because I made this Picrew with all the hermits and a couple extra characters too! and has as many flag options as I could fit/knew of!! It's free to use for as long as you want!

Still think you recognize my name? Well sometimes I post Fake spoilers on Twitter,,, One of them was that fake edit of SharedLife that was made as a big lil haha joke,,, that was eventually, you know, was used as the inspiration for the official logo of the Double Life series,,, not even in a 'Haha they accidentally copied what I did' , no, they actually asked to use the design.

#Fitzs' Comics #fitzs art #Headcanon dump #answering the thoughts #fitzs answers #Pinned post #get to know the local fool! #the absolute baffon!

[shuckinbeanz]

SCREAM (Yan!GhostFace!Tama)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, reader was nearly ran over in broad daylight, Tamaki Slowly Snaps™, stalking, attempted murder(two times, reader nearly gets ran over & Tamaki's first victim manages to escape once), murder, Tamaki is a yandere(who knows his obsession is wrong, but he ends up snapping. and getting worse.), Tamaki & Mirio do the Billy & Stu tagteam except Tamaki is the killer of the duo, Mirio has his own darling which I may or may not write the origins of, Tamaki is the creepy kind of Ghostface due to his introverted nature he's slightly Micheal Myer's-esque and the opening scene features no Scream franchise signature burner calls!

This is gonna be a three part fic and I wanna say reader is a bit fruitloopy, too.(just because of what i have planned for the end. this is a consent blog, sooo)

~Masterlist~

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Similar to Ghostface!Baku, I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we’re here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin’), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy!

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream , @shadoweepingscream , @dementedinc-blog, @survivorofmath , @blackchim3ra

Tamaki was an introvert by nature. He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything. Much to his chagrin, he was popular, but he only kept a small circle of friends. He was studious, and his nimble frame helped him greatly with sports that demanded dexterity.

He wasn’t exactly the type of person to go out of his way for anything.

But you caught his eye. And even though he denied it, he fell in love with you at first sight. His social anxiety would ultimately lead him to overthink things.

He knew what your favorite foods were by heart. It wasn’t right of him. He knew your favorite color(s), and he even knew your favorite subjects. It’s not normal. You always looked so pretty, bunny, oh God he’s such a creep, wearing your favorite outfits and styles.

Unfortunately, you were a victim of delinquents who’d always find ways to harass you. Usually, a few words would make them stop, for a while. 

But this tops everything they’ve done. Popularity can only go so far. 

Those laughing bastards drove an expensive vehicle they ‘borrowed’, tires screeching across the parking lot as they gassed it off campus, nearly running you over in their joyride.

You were on your rump, terrified and wailing from narrowly avoiding death, but everybody else just stood around like dumb asses. He didn’t waste a second, jogging towards you to see if you were okay. Mirio would know better what to do in this type of situation, he mused as he fretted over you, asking if you were hurt, if you were okay.

When you clung to him, something in him that was hanging by a thread finally snapped.

He decided then and there as he awkwardly and very hesitantly embraced you, he’d kill every last one of them.

~~~

It took some time, and unfortunately, his grades suffered a little. He had to spend late nights staking out the places those bastards frequented, and find out their addresses and numbers. He’d spend what time he could planning. He couldn’t get caught, now, could he?

He had to make sure he wouldn’t be.

He had a ghost mask Mirio had jokingly plastered hollow tentacle-like formations on from last Halloween. It would do perfectly. He had just the right things to hide his tattoos, too, just like the majority of his wardrobe.

It was form fitting, a black sweatshirt with deep navy butterfly printed leggings. He broke out the black leather boots he'd never worn before just for this, too.

One of the ones who mercilessly bullied you had to work the last hours working their family bookstore tonight. They were probably bored out of their mind, and what better electrifying thrill to face imminent death? But he wanted to have a little fun, first.

Mirio lived nearby, and with a beloved of his own, he'd be more than happy to help after hearing what those bastards did to you.

Devices in hand and a plan in mind, he thinks; yes. Yes...they would do perfectly as the opening scene.

He can't contain the deranged grin creeping across his face.

~~~

It's the small things that make the largest of impacts. Tiny objects moved from places one knows they were, odd sounds, and small new additions. Thankfully this one was observant, much to his amusement. He'd bugged that bookstore and tinkered with it, relishing in how this bastard slowly began to lose their mind.

He watched them plant their own devices; probably pilfered from friends and family. Their shifty eyes were almost comical. Perhaps they wouldn't have nearly ran you over when they were this aware of their surroundings?

He smiles widely, a giddy feeling rising in him as he decides he should acknowledge their efforts.

Armed with the knowledge of every camera they'd attempted to sneakily place, and dressed to impress, he lingers just outside the peripheral of the devices.

It was so entertaining fucking with them, and once they caught his silhouette, they'd brought it up with their family who knew well enough the crowd they mingled with.

'Perhaps one of your friends is pranking you? Don't sweat it, it's typical.'

And as typical, they threw a tantrum, knocking over a cart of books before promptly exiting. It took several days for them to come back, needing money. He watched them mind the desk for some time, before donning the costume he'd thrown together after the sun had set, close to their closing time.

Tonight was the night he'd hunt them down, Mirio tagging along.

He skulks out of sight, loitering in the back alley where they'd come out after closing up for the night.

Unfortunately for them, the alleyway was long with twists and turns. He followed them, looking for a chance to attack. All was silent, with the exceptions of his and their footsteps, and their quickening breathing. He made sure to match their steps, stopping each time they stopped.

He expected them to turn around right away-but they didn't, choosing instead to pick up their pace, soon breaking into a bolt, surprisingly fast.

In a fit of fear and desperation, they threw anything and everything they could behind them in an attempt to block his path to them as they rounded the corner to the awaiting Mirio.

Unfortunately for him, it worked. It was tough navigating through a dark alleyway at night with a mask that limited his sight.

He curses under his breath; he was so close, too.

"Whoa, you okay there, bud?" he hears Mirio, following his mock-surprised grunt when they collide into him.

As they begin to stammer in a panic, he pulls down his hoodie and removes his mask, stashing it aside temporarily with his weapon and gloves before tugging his sleeves over his palms.

"Slow down, there. Can't understand a word you're saying--" Mirio tries to placate them as they panic,  "Someone's following me, for fuck's sake, I--"

"Oh, hey, Tamaki." the blonde interrupts, absolutely beaming as he rounds the corner. "You chasing this person or something?~" he asks as that bastard whips around, heaving a sigh of relief as he plays ignorance. "Chase...? You know I'm not that type, Mirio." he fakes a worried smile behind his sleeve as Mirio all but guffaws. "Real panicky, this one, eh?" he exclaims, casually hanging an arm around their shoulder. "Hey, hey, you're shakin' up, how about I take ya home, bud?" he starts, "C'moooon, this way or that?" overwhelming them with his sunny personality, soon whisking them off the moment they point.

"Til next time, Tama!~" he waves farewell, the double edged meaning making him seethe.

This time he failed...but he has a backup plan. He'll murder that bastard's sister.

And by pure luck, he finds her going for a night time jog in the park.

He won't let her get away, no, no, not in such a wide-open space.

She'd make the perfect...what would it be called again?

The perfect opening scene.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #suneater x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #ghostface!tamaki x reader #yandere bnha #yandere amajiki tamaki #yandere tamaki amajiki #college!au

[cryborgs]

thank u @archonfurina for the tag + questions! this was a v fun way for me to secretly pass time at work <3

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01. a character you love.

Lee Gyu-Hyuk. i think about him every day. i listen to songs that make me think of him and make lil music videos in my head. he is... what can i even say ㅠㅠ very vague general non-spoiler spoilers, but everyone in Buried Stars Game ™ has their issues and Gyu-Hyuk is no exception, but he works so hard to take care of others and he's so kind and caring IT DRIVES ME CRAZY ACTUALLY hahahaha i am SO normal about him...

02. your favourite food from your culture.

i have been pondering this for days and i just dont know TT i dont want to act like because i'm from the US i have no culture but also it's hard for me to figure out what our cultural foods are. umm i guess i really like pumpkin pie? also pizza my beloved. i know pizza is not exactly an american thing but also. the way we do it is, so. i shall count it. pizza my beloved

03. what your dream apartment / room / house is like.

ooh okay. it's definitely gotten a bit smaller as i've gotten older, but it'd be nice to have more room than i've got now. not to go toooo wild but i'd love a 3 bed 2 bath single level house with a garage/shed and a porch?? with enough room for both me + my partner to have nice pc setups. also barely related but... i want a nice desk so bad 😭 my dad had one that's sitting unused in my mom's house and i dont have room for it at my apartment but it's so nice and sturdy and i journal a ton and would fucking LOVE to have an actually nice space to do it

04. your personal style or aesthetic.

tried thinking about this on my own and could NOT come up with an answer, so i asked my sisters for their input and i got "stinking cute" and "turbo punk with pop overtones" so take those how you will

05. a happy memory.

when i was a teenager, most thursdays i would go to a roller skating rink with a few friends. we'd skate for hours and pester the dj to play marina and the diamonds songs. then afterwards we'd go to the huge 24-hour grocery store across the street and buy ice cream and/or doughnuts and we'd sit in the car eating and talking for hours.

06. your favourite way(s) to spend time.

i am. such a homebody. i like doing all sorts of things but i honestly love just being at home with my partner and playing video games. oh. also i love eating. it is a hobby <3

07. story behind your url / title / quote / description / icon.

cryborgs i believe kinda came from VIXX's "Error" mv, not any type of direct reference, but just the vibe. my blog title is a slightly weirdly translated line from We Best Love, a bl drama that infected my brain for a while in 2021 (i still love it ok im not over it). i never know what to put in my description so i usually just put the media i'm currently watching/playing but also i dont update it so it's almost always wrong 💀 annnnd my icon is my beloved Han Do-Yoon from Buried Stars Game ™...... i love him.....

08. something that comforts you or brings you joy.

i dont watch it regularly anymore, but Running Man. regardless of what bad things are going on, i know i can turn on an old ep and be happy for 1.3 hours. it's gotten me through so much school stress, family issues, and general mental unwellness, it'll always have a place in my heart.

09. what you're looking forward to.

i started writing this a week ago and the thing i was looking forward to already passed soo um,. i really don't have anything too notable right now? i am looking forward to being done with my 6pm meeting -_-

10. something else that's important to you.

hmmmmmm i have this brain problem where sometimes i get pedantic about the meaning of words so right now i am like, "important" ?? what is it,,,, for somethign to be "important" .... anyways i think journaling is something that probably fits the bill? it's something i enjoy doing and i really like having a written record of things to look back on, and being able to see how i felt about things in the moment they were happening. i also journal about video games a lot and it's so fun to look back at the times Before big twists and reveals... ah my innocence...

#ahh this was fun! thank u sofia!! #tagged: ignore me

[screechthemighty]

Did I really finish this fic this fast? Me @ me WHO ARE YOU

Anyways thank you guys for all the support with this fic!! I'm so glad everyone has enjoyed it. I've got more God of War coming (including one that touches on events in this fic) so there's that to look forward to! Until then, here's the final chapter of "the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin"! If you missed the first two parts, you can check the tag “fic: the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin” on my blog OR you can check out the AO3 link in a reblog!

the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin: part 3/3

content warnings: discussions of OCD; grief due to family loss; major spoilers for ragnarok. also, this fic contains a few references to an older fic of mine, "bittersweet", but you can understand this fic without having read that one.

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Spring returned. To say that everyone was relieved would be an understatement. Half a dozen parties were thrown just to celebrate the flowers blooming. Sindri was sure the mid-spring celebrations were going to be massive. He hadn’t decided if he’d be attending, but it was probably a good sign that he was considering it.

It was definitely a good sign that he was strong enough to go through Brok’s things. He wasn’t sure if he’d find what he was looking for, but it was strangely liberating to try. The grief was still there, but it was livable. It wouldn’t stay livable forever, but Sindri intended to take advantage for as long as he could.

Someone knocked on the front door before opening it. Sindri glanced up. “Oh, hey, Kratos,” he said. “Nothing broken today, I hope?”

“Nothing of mine.” Kratos stepped inside. “Are you well?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay, just…” Sindri glanced down at the objects he’d already unearthed. “...it’s a long shot, but I was going to see if Brok had written down the recipe for that, uh, ‘brew’ of his. He’d probably want me to keep inflicting it on the world, you know?”

“Hmm.” Kratos was quiet for a moment. It was the kind of quiet that usually preceded him saying something shockingly profound, but today…

“Atreus is back.”

Those three words felt like ice water being dumped down his shirt. “He…he’s okay?”

Krtatos nodded. “He asked about you. I told him you were well, but I did not make any promises.” His voice stayed neutral, but Sindri still got the feeling he was wary. “Do you wish to speak to him?”

Sindri did and he didn’t. He wanted the rift mended, but he didn’t want to see the pain in Atreus’s eyes and remember that he’d caused it. Or worse, he didn’t want the anger he’d felt that day to come back. Maybe It hadn’t really gone away. Maybe it had just been hiding. What if…

No. No more what ifs. You won’t know until you talk to him.

He’d been doing a lot of things he that scared him lately. What was one more?

“Yeah,” Sindri said. “Yeah, I do.”

That wound couldn’t stay open forever.

.

Sindri could still remember the moment he found out Faye had died. He remembered the way Atreus’s features became suddenly, painfully familiar when he said Faye was his mother. He looked so much like her, especially in the eyes. It was almost like seeing her ghost sometimes.

Does it hurt? That he looks so much like her?

He couldn’t remember when he’d had that conversation with Kratos. It was during one of the less productive days as they sat outside. He remembered feeling guilty for asking, but desperately needing to know. He was stuck in the memories of that day again. He kept fixating on how everything had hurt so much more when it was coming from the almost-ghost of someone he’d…

Yes, Kratos, I guess I was a little in love with your wife.

Faye never would have hurt him like that. He’d just assumed that Atreus never would. Then Brok died. Then every mishap and mistake between him and Atreus had become kindling on the fire. In hindsight, it felt like he’d lost two people that way. His brother for the second, more permanent time. Faye for a second time, in spirit, because he could no longer view Atreus as an extension of her.

But how did that work, when he still had her eyes?

Kratos had shaken his head. Only when he uses her words to win an argument. He’d actually smiled then, a sight that had not grown less strange even as it became more common. He is like her, yes, but…he is my son. That is all he has to be.

The conversation kept running through Sindri’s head as he stood in front of the gateway to the Wildwoods.

Brok’s death had cleared a lot of the glamor away from their friendship. Sindri was still afraid of the pain, the anger, the grief coming back, but more than that, he was scared of the unknown. What was left, now that those ties to Faye had been burned away? Am I going to recognize who I see out there?

Sindri took a deep breath and stepped through.

It was quiet, except for the soft crunching of footsteps. A figure paced back and forth in front of the house. There was a split second where Sindri didn’t recognize him, but when he did…

“...did you grow more?”

Atreus froze.

He had grown more, though it was hard to tell how much without Kratos for a point of comparison. He was wearing different clothes, too, with unfamiliar embroidery–probably something he picked up during his travels, and now the only thing he had left that fit. Sindri could still see elements of his old clothes, though. Same furs, same red and gold cloth around his waist. His hair was still mostly shaved, but had gotten longer in the middle. And his eyes…

They weren’t Faye’s eyes anymore.

When they lit up with excitement, Sindri saw someone else entirely: the young boy who’d come racing to the shop with an armful of scavenged materials and a thousand stories tumbling out of him. Who’d vanished for months (Kratos’s idea, as it turned out) before showing back up, tripping over his now longer legs, excitedly yelling, Sin, you’ve gotta see this - !

Maybe the year had finally let Atreus fully grow into his own skin. Maybe Sindri’s heart was finally letting go of old ghosts. Maybe it was both things. It didn’t matter.

All he saw was Atreus.

“...hi,” Atreus said, his excitement starting to fade into fear.

“Hi,” Sindri said.

Atreus’s eyes darted around, as if searching Sindri’s face for danger. “Do you, uh…” He gestured clumsily behind him. Someone had set up a bench outside. “Sit…?”

“Sure. Yeah.” It probably wouldn’t make this easier, but standing didn’t feel right, either.

Sindri took the bench; Atreus sat on the ground a safe distance away, cross-legged and tense. “I’m sorry I missed the funeral,” he said.

“Don’t be,” Sindri said immediately. “It’s…you know, with how things were…”

“You wouldn’t have wanted me there.”

Cutting right to the chase, then. He really could be like his father sometimes. “Probably not,” Sindri admitted. “But I do want you here now. I mean it. What happened wasn’t your fault. I know what I said, but…I was angry, and I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

The yard fell silent. Atreus stared down at his shaking hands. “It wasn’t your fault either, you know,” he said quietly.

…fuck.

Sindri hadn’t even realized he was holding back tears until then. He wasn’t full on ugly sobbing, at least. “Yeah,” he managed, the word coming out in a strained croak. “I…almost believe that.” He wiped the tears away. “I’m getting there.”

Atreus moved a little closer, but still kept some distance. “You weren’t entirely wrong,” he said. “I wasn’t always a good friend. But…I promise I never meant to hurt you or take advantage of anything.” He met Sindri’s eyes. His voice didn’t tremble, even though his hands still did. “I’m sorry for what I did. And I promise I’ll be better. I swear.”

He looked so much more mature, but…he was still the same kid who’d come barreling into Sindri’s life four years ago.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed that kid.

“I forgive you,” Sindri said, less because it had to be said and more because it had to be heard. “And I promise I’ll do better, too.”

He didn’t hesitate to get off the bench and hold his arms out, which said a lot about where his head was at. Atreus looked surprised, but he didn’t hesitate very long. He’d gotten so tall that he basically engulfed Sindri without trying to. For once, Sindri didn’t mind. “I forgive you,” Atreus said, his voice thick with tears. And it was so good to hear. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Tre.”

Atreus laughed. “That still sounds weird.”

“You’re right, it does.” Something finally fit as they pulled away from the hug; not just the wound starting to heal, but a realization of what was missing. The last piece he needed to finish the floors.

“Hey, I know you just got back, but there is…one thing you can maybe help me with?”

Atreus nodded. “Yeah. Of course. Name it.”

“It’s kind of a weird one.”

“So’s dragging you around Midgard looking for hidden prophecies.”

“Good point.” It still felt weird to say aloud, but he pushed through. He was getting good at that. “I’ve been…doing some remodeling…”

.

In the end, it was him, Kratos, and Atreus.

He could have invited Lúnda, but after how things went at Ragnarök, it seemed better that it was just the three of them.

The work went quickly with three sets of hands. Soon, the floor was finished–almost too soon. It felt like the task should have been more monumental. Harder.

But he guessed the pain wasn’t entirely absent.

Kratos had taken off the Draupnir spear ring. He turned it over and over in his hands. “Brok followed me into Helheim,” he said quietly, “when Atreus was ill. I would not have been able to leave without his help. And when I asked him to bless this…” He held the ring tightly in one hand. “May this weapon strike true. May it be wielded with wisdom. May it be put down when its job is done.” Kratos nodded, his voice growing softer. “A blessing worth having.”

Sindri hadn’t heard about that, but in a strange way, that sounded exactly like his brother.

“...he named his pack beast Fucking Gratitude,” Atreus said suddenly. “He…” His voice broke. It was hard to tell if he was laughing or crying. “He called her Fucking Gratitude and he ate her later.”

Yeah, that sounded like Brok, too.

Sindri cracked too, first one disbelieving snort, then actual laughter as Atreus started laughing. Sindri soon wasn’t sure if he was laughing or crying, either, but the feeling wasn’t…painful. Not as painful as he’d expected.

At some point, they calmed down. Atreus had to lean against his father; the redness in his eyes said he’d definitely been crying, but he was smiling, too. Sindri figured he probably looked the same. The pain and blessing of memory.

Something else slid into place. Another right time realization.

“Hey, uhm.” Sindri wiped the tears from his eyes. “Kratos knows about some of this, but…I went to the Lake of Souls after Brok died. And I…I saw Faye.”

Atreus’s head shot up. Kratos straightened up, which was a pretty extreme reaction coming from him. “You’re certain?” Kratos said.

“Yeah.” I’d know her anywhere, he thought, but that felt like a weird thing to say to her husband, so Sindri pressed on. “She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and she’s proud of you. She’s so proud of you both.”

It was quiet again. Sindri expected more tears, but strangely, there weren’t. Atreus tucked his knees up to his chest, looking both more vulnerable and soothed. Kratos smiled, and for once it didn’t look so strange.

For a second, SIndri could’ve sworn there were five people in the room. Those left behind, and the two they carried with them.

Never far away, just like Faye had said.

.

He moved back into the house full time a few weeks later.

He kept Brok’s hammer in its place and sat with the memories. The pain that came with them was only an ache now. Livable. The culmination of love.

One day, he crossed where the spot used to be and didn’t think twice about it.

One day, he knew he’d never think about it again.

#god of war #god of war sindri #fic: the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin

[order-of-the-eye]

If not sure what to ask. I just wanted to thank you for tagging your posts when there are spoilers. I’m crawling through the game at a snails pace, but I will be back to view your posts as soon as I’m done.

I’m desperate for Starfield mutuals, I love the vibe of your blog and your OCs. I love that you’re into fanfic, as I’m partial to it myself.

If you like, please share something about your Starfield OC. For example, if they could live anywhere in the galaxy, where would it be, and with whom? If it’s a ship, which one? If it’s a base they’ve built, where is it? What is your Spacefarer’s happy place?

Sorry if you have posted similar before, like I said, I love chatting about Starfield, I’m just dodging spoilers too. Yeah. I know, tough, lol. I shouldn’t be on this site. 🙄😆

Thank you for the ask! I do love chatting about Starfield also and I'm more than eager to yell about it haha. I hope you enjoy the game and all the twists and turns it throws at you. I spoiled the game for myself on purpose (I'm the type of person who doesn't get affected by spoilers too bad, I like knowing what's happening in advance) and it still kicked my ass lol.

As for your question about my oc, Kanan's little getaway or "happy place" is their outpost on Eridani II. I'm a fan of the Halo games as well, and in that universe, Eridani II is the planet Reach, so I had to choose it. Kanan is an Old Earth buff, so they probably chose Eridani II for that same reason (if we want to headcanon that Halo is a game in this universe lol). Once the creation kit is out and we get some really good outpost mods, I'm going to make it far more cozy than industrial feeling. But for now, Kanan's got a hexagonal hab there with a few offshoots for various things, like a bedroom and a hydroponics lab for Sarah. There's a watchtower for keeping an eye out for enemies, and a few resource collectors as well.

Outside of Eridani II, Kanan also finds their ship to be the next best thing when it comes to a "happy place."

This is the Gemini, Kanan's baby and prized possession. (It is modded for the sake of having some extra engines and not having to worry about landing gear.) It's named as such after the Gemini constellation, its twin wings, and because Kanan's astrology sign just happens to be Gemini.

It is outfitted to fit up to eight crewmembers and includes a control room, several living spaces, and a workshop. Kanan's quarters are fitted right behind the cockpit (Kanan doesn't mind how small the cot is. No matter how often Sarah complains that dear, the damn bed is too small for both of us, Kanan doesn't mind because it is home). They often bring along the Constellation Four, along with Heller and Lin, and sometimes Kanan's adoring fan, Adrien.

And while Kanan does own property in both Akila City and New Atlantis, their ship and the outpost on Eridani II are Kanan's true homes.

Again, thank you so much for the ask! Happy hunting :)

#a-cosmic-elf #asks #answered #starfield #oc: kanan mccarthy

[utilitycaster]

So I think this will probably be the last thing I'll say about this episode barring questions* until next week, because it is very true that it's extremely unresolved.

I feel like my personal qualms are hard to articulate well, and that might be why I feel nothing has been said in response to them.

I have no concerns regarding the cast not having fun/feeling unsafe (I think it's valid of Matt to address that on Twitter because I'm sure there are people who are saying these things; I'm just not one of them). I hope it's also apparent from this blog and the many things I've discussed over the past few years that I don't mind permanent character death in stories, nor do I mind violence or upsetting content (to the point that I find unsolicited offers of trigger tags annoying, in that they're more likely, to me, to be spoilers or pointless chatter, rather than anything helpful).

This morning I thought a lot about how I'd feel if Fearne and/or Orym weren't killed...and it doesn't really change what I dislike, which I think is an important perspective to bring up.

Much as I hope it's clear that I don't shy away from discussing death and mortality, I hope it's also clear that I like Imogen a lot and that she's been one of my favorite characters this campaign, and that I've enjoyed a variety of different character arcs for various different characters throughout the past two campaigns, both front-and-center ones and more subtle background ones.

Which is what frustrates me: this combat has the elements of an Imogen arc, and yet Imogen doesn't even feel important to it other than the button that must be pushed. I don't want to diminish the deaths of Orym and Fearne, and I get why that's such a huge part of the conversation, but when I get past that, this is what I fixate on: Imogen doesn't even feel like a person. It's just a thing Otohan is pushing her to do. It is, as others have said, almost cut-scene-like in nature.

More generally, I feel this is kind of the problem I have with a Dark Phoenix plot; those stories (the only ones offhand I can think of are Dark Phoenix and House of M, and I'll admit to only having broad comics fandom familiarity with both) end up primarily being about the other people fighting the effects of the reality warper, rather than the person who lost control of their powers, because as a key part of this kind of plot, that person becomes less of a character and more a force of nature (and not in the fun Keyleth way but in a 'Jean Gray is effectively dead and only the phoenix remains' way).

To be completely fair, I don't know if that's what has happened, and that's why I'm still watching. I actually can, through talking through this, see how a group hallucination or similar could make this all work as a plot point. If this ends up being, for example, a vision of a dark potential future, I will still have my criticisms of Otohan as a character and some details of this combat, but it could be handled well. It's not an easy landing to stick, but it's absolutely not impossible either.

Anyway I guess this is just to say that I would be interested in a thoughtful defense of the episode that addresses this and I haven't really seen one. Honestly, it might truly be that the only thoughtful defense is "it's not yet resolved, so wait a week" which is entirely fair. I'm certainly not going to pretend I'm not quick to judge nor that my judgments haven't been proven wrong by future episodes. I just kind of wanted to point out that most of what I've seen beyond "give it a week" have been "geez, death is okay" or "the cast is okay with it", both things I inherently agree with but which do not address what I actually have problems with.

*just a quick reminder to please keep things to questions and not statements on how you feel. Feel free to DM me if you just have thoughts, and on some level I understand preferring to send criticism anonymously to someone sympathetic to it given how criticism in general is at times taken in this fandom; but, and this is a whole other conversation, the best way to change that is to make your own posts, and if you are not up to that, and I understand if you aren't...I still will be deleting those anons until such time as things are a little less heated.

#critical role spoilers #cr discourse #(just in case)

[we-c0uld-be-kings]

Our Story Begins

Name: Nalanthar Arabana (He/Him/They/Them)

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Bard (Court Bard)

Level: 2

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Name: Suni (She/Her)

Race: Tiefling

Class: Wizard (Pact Wizard)

Level: 2

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Name: Veldris Vomod (He/Him)

Race: Tiefling

Class: Rogue (Knife Master)

Level: 2

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD

So I decided to group these guys into one post because the beginnings for these three in the prologue are nearly identical and their branching paths, I feel, will not be demonstrated in full until they finally get out there in the world. So, let's go over our key plays so far!

Starting with the one and only, Nalanthar Arabana! So, in my BG3 blog, I explained that Nalanthar was first created in my Pathfinder Kingmaker CRPG game. Instead of being a Valor Bard or any combat focused Bard, he's instead a Court Bard, meant to debuff enemies with his bardic aura as he ridicules them in battle while also being a smooth talker.

Nalanthar's backstory stays relatively the same. Nalanthar, while it's not expressed through the game mechanics, is a Half-Elf Drow from the Darklands (Pathfinder's equivalence to the Underdark). He didn't have a great upbringing as his mother hated him and his father hated him slightly less. Nalanthar's blood is from his father and some random Human slave who he hooked up with. He never met his mother and doesn't care to know or look for her since he's nearly a century year old. So she's probably dead.

Despite doing all he could to appease his parents and meet the expectations of Drow society, he eventually left his thankless life to peruse his own path. This resulted in him going to the surface world and taking up small entertainer jobs to make a living, but also sharing the marvels of Golarion to others.

Nalanthar's purpose for coming to the Stolen Lands was mostly to record the doings of the soon-to-be-ruler of the Stolen Lands. However, things get quickly complicated when shit goes down in the prologue that we'll talk about later.

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Next, we have Suni. Suni is a Tiefling who grew up poor in the country Absalom, Pathfinder's equivalence of Waterdeep. Despite her low status in society, she had a brilliant mind, but could not afford to elevate her education. Her mother and father were caring towards her, thanks to her mother being a Tiefling herself. Typically, a Tiefling coupling with another individual, even if it's another Tiefling, wouldn't immediately produce another Tiefling. But Suni was a surprising exception.

Suni grew up to a pretty standard life and decided to join a rag tag of adventurers to explore new horizons outside of Absalom. This got her in contact with a Wizard who was willing to teach her their trade. But Suni learned rather quickly that while she had a academic mind, the complexities of magic was a whole different animal. Didn't help either that a year into adventuring with her previous party, the Wizard got put in a hashtag. Suni took this untimely death to her advantage to snag their book, but she was now left with no tutor to further help her.

Suni for a long time could not conjure anything greater than just a cantrip and she was nearly close to just calling it quits. But she was then approached by a creature of unfathomable beauty and boundless nature, a Nymph who called themselves Nyrissa. Even though Suni was no where close to her territory, The Nymph made limited contact with her asking for help. Suni agreed to help, but could not get an answer to where Nyrissa was.

Their conversation was short, but Nyrissa provided Suni with a boon. She would grant her power and the ability to use arcane magic if she were to help her. Suni, allured by the ability to finally do more with her magic prowess than just conjuring ice from her fingertips, she took the bait. But there was still the problem of not knowing where the Nymph was.

Suni wouldn't be completely blind as Nyrissa sent little breadcrumbs to Suni such as strange Fey creatures and weird dreams. This would eventually lead to Suni learning that she needs to reach the Stolen Lands. Lo and behold, there will be an expedition going to the Stolen Lands. Like Nalanthar, Suni joined in hopes of helping the Nymph and had no interest in becoming a baroness...Also she lied on her resume to get in thanks to her being specialized in enchantment magic. However, once again, things are about to get complicated.

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Finally, we have Veldris Vomod. Unlike the previous two, Veldris is actually a noble individual. Not personality wise, oh no, he's an asshole. Status wise? Absolutely. Unlike Suni, who was raised by loving parents, Veldris had none of that. Veldris had two Human parents and suddenly getting a demon baby was definitely jarring.

Veldris, despite being spared from infanticide, didn't get to fully embrace the noble life. His noble family wanted to keep his birth within a tight jar and throw him in the deepest shadows of their chambers. The only people in his life that gave a mild damn about him was the servants, even though they did the barest minimum of just sending food and basic needs to him.

Growing up, Veldris learned quickly that he was owed the life that was out of reach from him. He refused to be a footnote in history as the "mistake" in his family's life. So he learned quick to lie, cheat, and steal his way through life to become #1. He was willing to fuck over his own family, if it meant he would come up on top.

And Veldris's chances at something greater when he caught word of the need for venturers to the Stolen Lands to claim the land as baron or baroness. To Veldris, this was his opportunity to regain his glory and his rightful place as a man of power.

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Now, let's quickly go over what happened at the prologue. So, the 3 characters meet at the hall with various other would-be barons/baronesses who are eager to know why they were summoned. This is where we see a lot of the starting companions such as Linzi, Jaethal, Harrim, Valerie, Amiri, and Kalikke.

Jamandi Aldori explains that the Stolen Lands has been disputed territory for the longest time now and from the sounds of it, they are hoping to appoint someone as a new royalty to the land. The why hasn't been explain, but the country of Restov is willing back up the new baron/baroness if they were to reclaim the lands. The only problem is that there is a huge nest of bandits that are led by someone by the name of the Stag Lord.

We are tasked to get rid of the Stag Lord and reclaim the land for ourselves. While here, Linzi approached our heroes asking if we would be the protagonist of a book she was making. While Nalanthar and Suni were kind about her request, Veldris was not impressed.

Soon, as the trio were going to bed, they were suddenly awaken by Linzi who expressed that some assassins entered the mansion and started murdering all of the contestants and burning the place. We fought our way through the mansion while also recruiting our new and potential companions.

Now, there's someone we gotta talk about, Tartuccio, a Gnome who talked a lot of shit about becoming the next baron of the Stolen Lands. He and Linzi were the first to be recruited and he presented each of the heroes with a ring that provides a much needed bonus if you're a squishy mf like a Bard, Wizard, or even a Rogue. However, when we succeed at saving Jamandi Aldori, he will do a quick switch & reverse on us as they try to pin the reason for the assassination on the mansion on us.

Regardless of what checks you make, you're essentially forced into two groups, your own team and team Tartuccio. However, what I like about this game is that your choices determine what companion you get during the Prologue. Nalanthar & Veldris got Harrim, Jaethal, and Amiri, which you get Amiri regardless because she's one of Pathfinder's Iconic characters to represent the Barbarian class. As for Suni, because she's my Good Playthrough, she got Linzi, Valerie, and Amiri.

To end this, we'll talk about Oleg's Trading Post and the introduction of Nyrissa. So, when the trio approaches the Trading Post, they happen upon some henchmen of the Stag Lord that are trying to hassle Oleg into paying "his due." Now, Nalanthar and Suni did the good guy route and fought the bandits and allowed Oleg to keep his change. Veldris, however, took his coinage for himself, and still fought off the bandits.

As for Nyrissa, this is mostly going to be Suni focused, but she was honestly happy to finally meet in person the being who gave her the ability to use magic. Suni happily accepted to help Nyrissa and to defeat the Stag Lord. Veldris, however, only agreed since the Stag Lord is in his way of become a baron. Nalanthar just hopes to get in Nyrissa's pants, honestly.

#Pathfinder Kingmaker #Baron Nalanthar Arabana #Baroness Suni #Baron Veldris Vomod

[fizzyxcustard]

Betrayal (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 4)

As part of @lathalea and I's Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 4.

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: "You were the best thing that ever happened to me." Betrayal trope.

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Angst, language, spoilers

Summary: Lucas and Amy are fast approaching their wedding, and Amy is now working for MI-5. Ruth comes to her with a grave concern. Is Lucas really who he says he is?

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. This fic delves into spoiler territory for any of you who have not watched Spooks. My Ruth fangirling comes out strong in this fic; she was actually my favourite character in the series. It also uses the OC of Amy from my fan fiction Covert Eyes, which you can find in my master list on my blog.

"I'm so sorry, Amy," Ruth said softly.

Amy was shaking from head to foot, wishing that all of this was just a bad dream and she'd wake up in Lucas' arms, warm and content.

But as Amy opened her eyes, the photo of Lucas was still there in front of her. It was not her Lucas. This man was a stranger, and the longer that she looked at his name, printed in black ink, the more dizzy she became.

On the other side of the building, Lucas was watching Amy and Ruth on the CCTV, and there he could see a photo of the real Lucas North; he zoomed in, focusing on the image, looking into Lucas' eyes one last time. This was the man that Amy had really pledged herself to: MI-5 agent, competent, loyal, born with the name printed on the document.

He had to get to Amy, talk to her, plead with her, and use any force necessary to get her away with him.

Earlier that week and Lucas had noticed Ruth's shift in behaviour towards him, only giving weak smiles and actively trying to avoid him. Then she would sneak away from her desk for long periods, and after following her via the CCTV systems, he had found what she had been viewing.

***

Amy sat down at the table as Ruth left the room, staring at the photo in front of her. Surely there was a mix up; this man probably had the same name and that was it. But Amy trusted Ruth, more so than she did many of the other officers. Ruth Evershed would never lead anyone astray and always put what was right before emotions. In fact, it had been Amy's strong belief since she came to work at MI-5, that Ruth should have been the chief of the department, but when Lucas had been given the position, Amy had been happy for him all the same.

The door opened and closed.

"I've disabled all the CCTV in this room, but only for fifteen minutes," Lucas' deep voice came. "We need to go."

"I'm going nowhere with you," Amy wept, getting to her feet. "And don't you dare tell me that Ruth is lying. Because I know that will be what you say next."

Lucas circled the table, his eyes never leaving Amy's, who also circled, trying her hardest to maintain distance. "No, she isn't lying. You're right. I know you've always trusted her, and you're right to."

Tears fell down Amy's cheeks. "I was so stupid for ever letting you back into my life. All you've done is lie."

"Not in everything. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. There's no lie in that."

"Who are you?"

"Come with me and I'll tell you everything. We can leave, go home, get our passports and be on the next flight to wherever you want to go."

"I'm not leaving with you," Amy growled. "You will tell me right now who the fuck you are."

"My name is John Bateman." He spoke so simply and so to the point. No denying facts. "I knew Lucas many years ago and needed to get back home, so I took his passport."

"Because you just do that, don't you? Pick up someone else's passport and begin using their name..."

"I had reason to," John shouted. "And I will tell you everything if you just come with me."

"Why would I go anywhere with you? You've betrayed everyone here, the country, me. You've lied for years about who you are. Is there anything about you that is actually you, the man you were born as?"

"My love for you. None of that was ever a lie. No matter who I am and whose skin I'm in, my love for you still exists under it all."

"I'm starting to think what Sarah said was right. Maybe she saw right through your shit."

John edged closer to the table, his eyes wide, darkening. "You'll come with me right now, whether you want to or not."

Amy tensed, feeling terror hit her in the chest. She was trapped; he had the upper hand in all ways. He knew this building back to front, had more training than she did and knew all the access codes for CCTV and secure computer rooms. "And what would you do if I say no? You won't hurt me."

John raised an eyebrow. "You're right. But I can easily hurt someone you care about. Precious Ruth or Tariq, maybe? Or perhaps a bit closer to home. I can make calls and put your family in a sticky predicament."

***

Ruth dropped Lucas' file on Harry's desk. "He can't be trusted. I know you've always thought a lot of him, but he's not Lucas North." She explained the origin of the documents in front of them both. "Enquiries show that this man is the real Lucas North; everything adds up perfectly. I found his passport data, driving licence and birth certificate. The man who we believe to be Lucas is an imposter. How this wasn't picked up, I don't know."

"Does Amy know?" Harry asked, looking up.

"I've just told her. And I'm starting to worry that he might know I've been looking into this."

"Get to Amy now," Harry instructed.

***

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