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selkiecoded · 2 months

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wait i just remembered i DO have unposted orv stuff that i can post for kim dokjas birthday. 2k of hot supreme king x reader fic dont like dont read!!!1!! orginal characarter do not steal!!!!!

(or, Yoo Joonghyuk takes a pit-stop in one of the world-lines. An old friend offers to pay for dinner.)

[Ah, late, so late! I can't believe I missed my alarm! And on my first day of work too... I was so worried, when I got off the train, I started running the rest of the way to the company. Hopefully nobody would notice that I was late. I had to get a new job after my boyfriend dumped me, and I couldn't afford to live on my previous salary.

As I rushed to the building, I had to push past many people to get to the doors. In my haste, however, I accidentally tripped! When I fell, I landed against something hard. "Oof!"

"Hey," a menacing voice said. "Watch where you're going next time! Don't be so quick to touch me!" Eep!

I stepped back quickly, bowing as deep as I could. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t..." When I looked up I trailed off, becoming even more panicked. Ah, I recognized that man!

He looked down at me with a handsomely striking gaze. "You. What is your name?"

"I-It's L/N Y/N. Um, again, I'm so sorry... CEO-nim!" I bowed again. A nose and a chin shaped in perfect angles; a pair of deep eyes seemingly carved out of beautiful jewels; soft hair styled fashionably to frame his face... His suit, too, looked quite beautiful. I really messed up this time. Not only was I late, but I ran into the CEO of the company, the powerful Yoo Jo--]

I stopped there. I didn't bother to learn the name of the poor idol whose name had been stolen for this. Why was I even reading this? Reader-inserts were meant for wish fulfillment, but they always did something that took you out of the story. For the first part, I'd pay much more attention to my surroundings than that.

I pocketed my phone again, sighing. Perhaps I was the cynical one here? They were probably just written by young girls, daydreaming about getting to talk to a beloved character or idol, and was that so horrible? Actually, I believed in chance meetings, but I felt like the one here was a little too contrived...

Many thoughts went through my head as I stepped through a convenience store. Buying dinner after work was the only good thing about my job, I should just quit. Perhaps that would get me closer to the path of meeting a handsome CEO? How laughable.

I was still thinking this when I moved forwards again. But this time, when I walked, I ran directly into a hard wall.

No, wait? I had been to this store many times, and there wasn't anything blocking the entryway the other times. I stepped back, confused, to find my 'wall' staring back at me. Ah... Perhaps I should've read that story until the end.

The man in front of me had a good face. He certainly looked like he could be the menacing protagonist. But, how do I put this? Everything below the neck ruined the effect.

He was wearing an astronaut's spacesuit, even with the helmet tucked in his arms, but he wore a black trenchcoat over that, making his form extra bulky. At the same time, strange rips were visible against it. Not a romance protagonist, then. Sci-fi? But the coat screamed chuunibyou characterization...

"Ah, sorry, I wasn't watching, excuse me..."

The man was still staring at me, and if anything his expression grew more annoyed. What did he want me to say? Should I chastise him for standing in the middle of the walkway?

Before I said anything, or even managed to go around him, a young girl peeked out from behind his back. She was dressed more normally, in casual clothes with a fuzzy jacket, but still stood out just by being around him. When she saw me, her first reaction was curiosity, but after a moment, her eyes widened in surprise and an unprecedented amount of delight.

"Oh, it's okay! I promise his bark is worse than his bite. Hey, you're from around here, yes? Do you have some money we can borrow?"

Huh?

The man turned to glare at the shameless girl instead. "We don't need money. Especially not from… them."

"Yes, yes. You're a big scary terrorist, you steal what you can't buy. Isn't that too much though? You're already beating poor authors senseless, how much crime do you need to commit before your dark heart is satisfied?"

I quickly turned on my heel and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey, hey!" The girl's voice called out again, and I could hear her running to follow me. With a sigh, I paused and looked back at her. I didn't want someone like her friend chasing me, so it would be better to just hear her out.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you must think we're acting quite weird! But, really, we don't have any money. If you can, could you spare just a couple of dollars?"

"Mm, I don't know. If you're that desperate isn't it better to be more polite in asking? What happened, did you lose it all on a scam?" No, wait, what was I saying? I didn't want to deal with these guys longer than I had to. Just talking to them would make me stick out very badly.

Still, for some strange reason, I couldn't stop myself from taking on a familiar tone.

Her friend gave her a mean look, which she ignored, before glancing at me. After a second, he said, "We were mugged."

I blinked at him. "I see..." He gave a pained nod as if to really emphasize his plight, while the girl just smiled. When she noticed my gaze on her, her expression switched to that of grim sincerity.

I had to take a moment to step back and mentally collect myself. First off, how stupid did they think I was? Not only was their acting terrible, but who would honestly think a guy like this was attacked? And lost?

Still, there was a hint of realism in their performance. Definitely not mugged, but maybe they were actually broke?

I sighed to myself, folding my arms and looking up at the ceiling. Ah, what should I do? Most people would just ignore them, or perhaps the chosen few would spare them just enough won for a small meal.

I wasn't a kind person. No more than anyone else was, anyways. My philosophy was that it's best to go through life not making waves, and sometimes the politeness required to slip under the radar was misconstrued as kindness. Still, when the common consensus split so unevenly, that left one question: what would I, Y/N, do? After all, 'myself' was the only thing I could be.

I sighed again, much more exhausted this time. "Okay, let's go get dinner. Follow me."

The man's eyes shook slightly, reluctance evident in his expression. Still, when I started to walk out of the store, they followed after me. Damn, being followed by a guy in that outfit was truly humiliating...

The girl caught on much quicker, hurrying to match my pace. "Haha, isn't this sweet? Going out is much better than convenience store food. You're so nice... Mm, I don't think I caught your name?"

"Ah... Yes, my name is L/N Y/N."

"Y/N?" She echoed. My name sounded strange in her mouth for whatever reason. Maybe I just wasn't used to hearing people not from work use it. In fact, she had an odd look on her face, but it passed quickly. "I see. It's a good name!"

I smiled faintly, shrugging. "Thank you. Though, I guess you should be telling my parents that more than me."

"Aah, well, I'm Biyoo! And you can just call him the 'Supreme King.'"

I immediately shot back, "I am not calling him that," the same time our titular king went, "Do not call me that."

A moment of silence passed between us, as though he was seriously debating something. Finally, he spoke, seeming deeply annoyed. "Yoo Joonghyuk."

Was that his name, then? His manners were bad, but I let it slide for now. He would just have to thank me very sincerely for buying him food.

"Here, this place does cheap meal sets. Sorry, I know I offered, but it's nothing fancy..."

Biyoo seemingly paid this no mind, while Yoo Joonghyuk shot me an inscrutable look. Hey, at least I had some money. He was in no place to judge. Even if this would mean I'd be eating leftovers for the next couple of days.

The restaurant sat us down quickly. Biyoo and I pulled our chopsticks apart cheerfully. Yoo Joonghyuk kept his utensils untouched, however.

"What is it? I already apologized that it isn't too nice."

"I don't eat food made by others."

His voice was deadly serious. Who was this arrogant bastard? No, actually, both of them were rude. Why was I humoring them to this extent?

Finally, I shrugged. "Okay then, your choice. What's this I heard about you stealing from convenience stores? Perhaps I should go alert the workers there, I wouldn't want their jobs to be in danger just because some man decided thievery was better than perfectly good food, already paid for..."

He glared at me, but I ignored him, eating happily. Ah, the rice here was so fluffy, I never got it like this when I made it at home.

Biyoo laughed, which prompted me to look up. To my satisfaction, Yoo Joonghyuk had picked up the chopsticks and was gruffly taking his share.

"So, Y/N-ssi, tell us about yourself! I'd very much like to know about the person who's been so hospitable to us poor mugging victims."

"Well, firstly, you don't need to pretend to have been attacked to me. I already bought you food. I don't need your sob story."

"Aha, what gave it away?"

"Secondly, there's not much to say about me.. If anything, I'm more interested in your story."

"I'm sure that's not true! Let's see... What do you do for a job that lets you provide for two stragglers?"

She avoided my questioning easily. Was it okay to be giving out my information like this to two strangers? Perhaps they'd kill me after we finished eating.

"I work at an editing company. You’re just lucky I can stretch my budget these days, or we’d all be going hungry. It’s not exactly freelance? But the jobs are varied enough that it keeps me engaged."

"So, you read for a living?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked, looking unexpectedly interested.

"Er, I suppose that's one way to put it... It's a lot of typesetting and indexing meaningless writing. I do like reading fiction in my free time, though," I confirmed. "Not that I have a lot of that, of course..."

"Webnovels?"

I stopped short. "What was that?"

Yoo Joonghyuk asked again, in a patient tone, "Do you read webnovels?"

It felt like being caught reading said webnovels during work, even though my phone was firmly in my pocket, and this guy had definitely seen stranger things than a reader of webnovels. After all, they had to be read to be popular.

"Yes, a little bit... But they'd almost be harder to avoid these days."

Yoo Joonghyuk and Biyoo shared a meaningful look, though it appeared less like they were making fun of me, and more like they were commiserating on some unknown truth to my words.

"What's your favorite genre?"

"I don't know, maybe reincarnation? They can include both action and romance, so it can diversify. Isn't it a nice thought that after I die, I could come into a world where I could be even happier?"

"You shouldn't think like that," Yoo Joonghyuk said, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's not as if it's ever going to come true."

He carried on like he didn't hear me. "While you shouldn't completely forsake your plan for the future, nor can you forget the past that shaped you, you have to live in the present. You must live to give yourself the best life possible now, with what you have, rather than thinking things would get better if you had the chance to repeat them."

I stared at him for a long moment, surprised, before I... I burst out laughing. His face darkened, but I couldn't control myself. Biyoo giggled a little with me, patting his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm not dismissing what you're saying. You're just so serious about it. You act like you've repeated your life many times." I grinned at him, rubbing tears out of my eyes. "I have no intention of dying anytime soon. It's just daydreams, anyways."

It was so odd being with the two of them, but I didn't hate it. Feeding them, telling them about my life, and Yoo Joonghyuk's heartfelt words. It made me feel as if we had known each other for a long time, even though it had been less than an hour.

We stayed like that for a while, talking and eating in a way that felt strangely comfortable. It had been a long time since I had last eaten with other people, especially with people so strange. I’d have to tell someone about this. But… who?

As we finished up, I thought about it. Without me asking, they offered to walk me home, and just for the fun of it, I decided I’d let them.

I’d tell my roommates, I realized. They’d berate me for having strangers come to our home, but then they’d laugh, and we’d keep a baseball bat by all of our beds. I’d tell my co-workers, who would make jokes about me treating them to dinner too. I’d tell my family, my mother fussing over whether I needed money and my sister calling me a liar for claiming Yoo Joonghyuk was dressed like an astronaut. There were plenty of people to tell, who’d want to hear about something so insignificant, who would just want to hear from me. How could I have forgotten?

When we arrived at my apartment building, we all hesitated for a long moment, none willing to be the first to say goodbye. Finally, I said, “You know, I should probably ask that you pay me back at some point.”

Biyoo smiled sadly. “Well, I doubt we’ll see each other again.”

“True. But just keep it in mind, okay?”

“Stingy,” Yoo Joonghyuk tsked and I shrugged good-naturedly.

“Thanks for walking me. I could’ve handled it on my own, but it was nice.” I worked my key out of my bag as I spoke, turning to the building. “I hope you two have a good night.” However, before I could even go inside, Biyoo reached out and clutched my sleeve desperately.

“Wait!” She burst. "Before you go, we... There's a story we want you to read! A webnovel, like the kind you enjoy. You definitely have to read it! Do you promise?"

I smiled at her earnestness. Wasn't she a bit cute? She almost reminded me of a puppy. "Alright, alright, I promise. What's the name?"

"That..." Biyoo pouted. "There isn't a name yet. It isn't released yet."

"Then how am I supposed to read it? Even when it gets published, I won't be able to find it."

"No, it's okay! I'm sure you'll find it once it starts getting released, and you'll definitely come to love that story. You made a promise to read it, so don't go back on that promise."

"Ahh, you expect so much from me. What do you want me to do, read every new webnovel until I somehow find the one you're talking about?" Despite my exaggerated words, she nodded, and all I could do was laugh. "Fine, fine! Is it a sad or happy story? I like most everything, but I should prepare myself if it's anything too sad."

Instead of her answering, Yoo Joonghyuk began, "L/N Y/N..." I glanced over at him, confused. His voice was full of inexplicable longing when he asked, "Are you happy?"

"Hah? What's that supposed to mean? If I say yes, are you going to tell me to get used to never being happy because of it?" It was a joke, but his expression was deadly serious. I gave a helpless laugh, but matched his sincerity when I told him, "I... Yeah, Yoo Joonghyuk. I'm happy. I wasn't for a long time, but I'm really happy right now."

He smiled. It was a smile that was forged from years of loneliness and hardship, but finding a way to live despite it all. I recognized it, because I saw the same exact smile in my mirror every day.

"It's a happy story."

"Then I promise I'll read it."

Biyoo gave me one last hug before she left. "We'll both do our best, alright? So, stay happy, for the rest of your life."

Those two were so strange. Still, I watched from in front of the building as they walked down the empty sidewalk, towards the setting sun, until they disappeared completely from view.

#not a wip! its finished! just not substantial enough for me to want to stick it onto my writing account.#i started writing this before the side stories started coming out and was planning to make it longer before finishing it #but after several months of putting it down i decided i liked it and met it where its at.#selk.write #also im SO GOOD at kdj characterization i cant remember if it stayed but the original blurb was like i believe in fated meetings.. but isnt #this a little too crazy!? and then i reread the bit in paradise where jhw @ kdj was like ah youre the sort who believes in fated meetings..#orv

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to-proudly-go · 3 months

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Obikin smut snippet reverse AU

(Top Padawan Obi/Bottom Master Anakin) Anakin gets wrecked by his padawan and is happy about it 😉

Story under the cut!

“Master,” Obi-Wan calls, voice full of mischief as he crawls over to where Anakin lays trembling, his muscles still jumping from the aftershock of his latest climax. The bed dips as he hovers over Anakin’s heaving chest, hands bracketing his shoulders and knees between his spread, bruised thighs. He looks down at his disheveled Master with a grin. “We’re not done yet, you know.”

Anakin whimpers and shakes his head where it lay on his pillow already drenched by fluids. Whatever fluids they are, Anakin is not sure anymore. “Obi-Wan, please, I can’t take anymore. Let this old man rest.”

“Alright, but do not try to escape me again,” Obi-Wan warns, eyes heated, and the threat in his voice only makes Anakin moan brokenly as his dick drools one more time over his abdomen already stained sticky white by previous orgasms, fire still racing through his veins despite his exhausted flesh.

He can’t remember how many times Obi-Wan had taken him by the waist and driven his ever-eager cock into his hole and unerringly pounding right into his oversensitive prostate. He thinks he lost count by the time he tried to crawl away only to find himself sliding backwards across the bed when Obi-Wan’s large hands made fists on the meat on his hips and dragged him back onto his waiting cock, leaving aching and angry bruises.

He’d sobbed and keened, face pressed against the abused pillow and nipples chafed raw from being rubbed back and forth on the sheets, words incoherent as he tried to tell Obi-Wan to stop for a moment and let him breathe. But his merciless padawan had only chuckled right into his ear and reminded him of his promise before that night.

“You said anything I want, Master. And what I want is to make you come as many times as it takes before I do.” He’d then sweetly encircled Anakin’s neck with careful fingers then wrapped his other arm around Anakin’s chest and levered him up to a kneeling position, gravity letting his cock drive further up Anakin’s insides and making him choke from the sudden fullness before he proceeded to try his best to make his Master’s brain melt out of his ears one more time.

Anakin is so, so proud of Obi-Wan and his insane learning curve, but he really shouldn’t have taught his padawan such fine control over the Force that he could literally stop himself from coming and could be hard for hours on end. He should have known Obi-Wan would use his skills for nefarious reasons, like fucking his Master until he couldn’t speak and could only cry on his oversized cock.

But even as he drooled and sweated onto whatever part of the bed he ended up on, even as he wailed when Obi-Wan held him by the arms and used his grip to bounce him back against his hard, dripping member again and again, making his hole feel sore and used, Anakin only ever felt happiness and adoration for the boy the Force had given to him.

And right now, as his precious star gazes down at him with what seemed like all the love and hunger a person could ever have for another, Anakin just knows that tomorrow, he will look into the mirror and trace all the bruises pressed into his skin with reverence, and he will memorize their shapes and colors and ask Obi-Wan to give them to him again when they finally fade away.

He suddenly raises his arms and wraps them around Obi-Wan’s neck to pull him down. Obi-Wan lands on his front with an oof, eyes wide as his limbs go akimbo. Anakin untangles their legs and wraps his own pair around Obi-Wan’s waist and crosses his ankles behind that strong back, trapping him between the warmth of his inner thighs. Obi-Wan moans as their sensitive cocks rub against each other, and Anakin feels so close to coming again just from the sound of his voice shaking, the knowledge that he broke Obi-Wan’s steely composure he’d kept up through the night making him feel buoyant and victorious.

“Give me all you got, Obi-Wan,” he whispers into Obi-Wan’s ear, and the younger man within his hold froze at those words before melting into him, laughing softly. He gently pecks Anakin's swollen lips and smiles sweetly, a sharp contrast to the way his fingers dig almost painfully into Anakin's shoulder blades where his hands have wormed their way under his back. He shudders in anticipation.

“With pleasure, Master.”

#i am definitely not getting out of this hole any time soon #so is obi wan #star wars #obikin #obikin smut #obikin snippet #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin reverse au #padawan obi wan #jedi master anakin #padaobi #masterkin

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cainluvr69 · 5 months

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 7

Previous Chapter

Figaro: … Ahh… What was it, again…

Lennox: Is something wrong?

Figaro: … Sorry, but could I leave the investigation to you for a little bit?

Lennox: Understood. I'll see what I can learn from the fishermen who saw the pillar of fire.

Figaro: Thanks.

Lennox: … There sure are a lot of strange stories about the waters around Borda Island… And the "walking Hell" that did so much damage to Cortes in the mainland… That also had to do with Adams Island, or at least Murr's laboratory on it… …It's so foggy all of a sudden…

???: …Le…ox… …Lennox…

Lennox: …Who is that? I can hear a voice from somewhere… From towards the ocean…

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???: …Lennox… Lennox…

Lennox: … It's you…

Faust: I'm here, Lennox.

Lennox: …This cell is…

Faust: Alec locked me in here.

Lennox: Lord Alec did…?

Faust: He plans to execute me. Please save me, Lennox. You have the key, don't you? Please, open the door.

Lennox: …

Faust: Please, Leno.

Lennox: I can save you with this key…? This time, I can set you free and run away with you…

Faust: Let's go, Leno. We can enter a new era together.

Lennox: Lord Faust…

Faust: Follow my lead.

Lennox: …

Faust: Fufu… Yes, just a little more… Just turn the key…

Lennox: … No. This isn't what happened. I didn't unlock this door. And I didn't save you. Who are you…?!

Faust: Tch…

Lennox: <Forsettao Meiuvat>!

???: Don't bother. You can't rival me.

Lennox: …?! …The fog is clinging to me…

???: Fufufu… …I finally have you…

Lennox: Uu…gh…get away from me…! (I can see a shadow in the mist… And something red…?) (…A red coral necklace…?)

???: …This is the ideal body…

Lennox: …Urgh…! (At this rate, the ocean is…) (The ocean is going to swallow me…!)

???: <Mare Praeda>

Lennox: …! (Everything's going black…) (I can't see anything…I'm fading…) (…Lord Faust…) (…Where…should I go…)

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Lennox: … Fufu…

Lennox?: Just you wait, Shylock.

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Heathcliff: Here. Mr. Faust, look down here.

Faust: Let's see… Oof. You're right… There's a bunch of metal-looking things floating in the ocean.

Heathcliff: I can't be positive, but they look like magical technological implements to me. …And there's so many of them. If there were only a few, I could believe that a broken magical technology installation was swept this way on the current, but…

Faust: What could this many mean…?

Heathcliff: I'm not sure… The pieces are all pointed and rusty, so I don't want any sea creatures to get toO close to them…

Faust: First things first, let's use our magic to collect all the parts from the water.

Heathcliff: Yes. I'll do it.

Faust: Alright. Be careful. It might just be from mana stones in the magical technology, but I feel the faint presence of magic.

Heathcliff: Understood. <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>

Faust: This is a ton of magical technology… Some of these look like weapons. And are these for cooking…?

Heathcliff: …These are pretty heavy, aren't they…

Faust: Want me to help?

Heathcliff: I'll be fine. Just one more push…hup. (Shino would be able to do something like this so easily.) <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>!

Faust: …?! I saw something move… Heath, be careful!

Heathcliff: Wah…?! (Something just jumped out from the remains of the equipment?!)

Faust: <Salliuqnart Mulcredo> Heath! Are you okay?!

Heathcliff: I'm okay! I protected myself with a barrier so nothing would fall on me. But something soft and wet fell down, too… I'm still holding it… …?! (A girl…?!) (No! She has a tail instead of legs…) (She's a mermaid!)

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …! …!

Heathcliff: Ow, ouch…! Stop struggling…! …Wah!

Faust: A mermaid?! (A mermaid is holding down Heath… Was it caught in the wreckage he pulled up?)

Heathcliff: Oww… … You…

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …

Heathcliff: (Woah, her eyes are bright red… Reminds me of Shino's eyes. Did I scare her?) (It looks like she wants to bite me… She keeps opening and closing her mouth…or is it because she can't breathe on land?

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …! …!

Heathcliff: (No… She's trying to communicate something…)

Faust: It looks like neither of you got hurt. Let me carry her back to the water with my magic…

Heathcliff: W…Wait a second. I think…she has something she's trying to tell us… (Her eyes are pure crimson… The first time I met Shino, I thought he was mad at me, too…) (But I was wrong. This reminds me a lot of back then.) (Her gaze has so much force it's like she's glaring at me, except there's no animosity. She's just staring at me…) (I wonder if she needs help.) …Is something wrong?

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …!

Heathcliff: Do you understand what I'm saying? If you do, raise your right hand. If not, your left.

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …!!

Faust: Well, she's enthusiastically raising her right hand.

Heathcliff: Thank goodness! She can understand us! Ah, if you move around that much, you'll slip…

Seashell-Crowned Mermaid: …

Nero: Yo, Teach. I think we know enough about…

Heathcliff: Ah, Nero…

Nero: (…! Heath's flirting with a girl in a secluded location!)

Shino: Nero. Heath is…

Nero: Shino. Turn around, right now.

Shino: Why.

Nero: Let's go take a break over there.

Shino: No. Heath is…

Nero: Heath isn't here. He is that age, y'get me. He's, y'know, got stuff goin' on.

Shino: What do you mean, stuff?

Faust: Nero! Shino!

Nero: Teach, wai…

Faust: Come here! Heath found a mermaid.

Shino & Nero: A mermaid?

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Figaro: The wind sure is picking up…

Oz: …

Figaro: So, you think it's his presence?

Oz: Yes. Though I do not recall his name…

Figaro: It's Balthazar. He's a wizard we drove out of his territory but didn't quite turn to stone. I'm surprised he's still alive, honestly, but the twins really chewed me out for it yesterday. If a wizard we failed to kill shows up right in front of us and goes on a rampage, we're going to get mocked for it all night long. Let's deal with this as fast as we can.

Oz: Agreed.

Figaro: Balthazar's presence feels like it's coming from underwater, right?

Oz: Yes. But also from the island, if only faintly.

Figaro: From Borda Island? Which one's stronger?

Oz: The one at the bottom of the sea.

Figaro: Then there we go.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

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Shylock: … This is an unpleasant wind…

Chloe: …Oh! Look! There's a traveling bard over there!

Rustica: You're right. With quite a crowd, I might add.

Murr: We can hear the song from here!

Rustica: A song about a prince from a fallen kingdom…

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Riquet: We weren't in that painting, were we.

Mitile: Yes we were! We were just drawn more adult.

Riquet: Oh, I didn't notice! What kind of adult was I?

Mitile: You seemed very kind. My brother seemed stronger than he is now, too.

Rutile: I was drawn using a bow. I wonder if my feather pen looks like the fletching of an arrow?

Akira: Mithra looked really cool, too.

Mithra: I suppose. Though seeing Oz smiling so happily was annoying…

Riquet: Ah… Master Sage, do you hear singing?

Akira: Oh, now that you mention it… I can't see who's singing, but I can definitely hear them.

I could hear the singing of a clear, strident voice over the sound of the waves, traveling over the twilit beach.

Rutile: Master Sage. There's a line in front of that store, so we'll go wait in it while you stay here. Mithra, you can stay here, too. You don't like lining up, right?

Mithra: I don't dislike it, I just want to cut in front of the people at the front of it.

Riquet: You mustn't do that. You have to do things the right and proper way.

Mithra: Sigh.

Mitile: Well, we'll be going now, Master Sage.

Mithra and I listened to the waves and the sound of singing as we stood on the sand. It was the bard's song about the prince of a fallen kingdom.

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The prince still roams, without his home Through far and wide, company stays by his side From here to there, returning to nowhere A bracelet glitters and shines again Jewels fall from his wrist like rain From here to there, returning to nowhere Oh, such splendor’s but a trace from a lost legacy With his kingdom gone, the prince walks endlessly Will you vanish into the sea? Oh prince, dear prince Will your wandering set you free?

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Chloe: This song is kind of sad… Hey, what's this about a prince of a lost kingdom?

Murr: Maybe his kingdom died out?

Chloe: Are there any extinct kingdoms like that on this continent?

Rustica: It's not impossible for small kingdoms to pop up and then disappear over the long course of history. So I have heard, at least. There are similar stories about the Sherwood Forest around Blanchett.

Chloe: I wonder if there's a whole unknown world on the other side of the ocean…

Shylock: My, it's impossible to know. The boundaries of the sea are called the edges of the world, and I've heard there's only barren wastelands without spirits beyond them.

Murr: Melissa went to see them.

Chloe: Melissa?

Murr: A Western witch who wanted to see where the sea ended. She built a huge boat, and then set sail. I helped build it.

Chloe: Woah! How'd it go?

Murr: I warned her that she'd never come back, and then she never did!

Rustica: What a tragic undertaking.

Murr: We still don't know what's on the other side of the ocean. A few ancient, destroyed kingdoms isn't impossible.

Shylock: Very true… After all, there's a beautiful city sleeping at the bottom of the ocean.

Chloe: Ah… The sky just turned dark all of a sudden…

Rustica: The waves are getting higher…

Borda Island Resident: Is a storm coming…?

Traveler: Let's go back to the hotel…

Shylock: …

Lennox: …

Shylock: …! You startled me, Lennox. You grabbed my arm so suddenly… Lennox…?

Chloe: Lennox? Is something wrong?

Rustica: Get back, Chloe.

Murr: That's not Lennox.

Lennox?: It's been a long time, Shylock. This time, I'll drag you to the bottom of the sea.

Shylock: You couldn't be… Balthazar?

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>!

Lennox?: <Mare Praeda>

Murr: Gyah…!!

Chloe: Murr…!

Shylock: …gh, let go of me…!

Rustica: <Amores Viesse> Uwaaahhh…!

Chloe: Rustica…!

Lennox?: Western wizards always… Think they stand any sort of chance against me. <Mare Praeda>!

Borda Island Resident: …A blizzard…?! A blizzard just came in from the ocean, and the buildings are starting to freeze over…! Everyone, run…! Run… …

Murr: Rustica!

Rustica: I'll protect the residents! You go take back Shylock!

Murr: Gotcha!

Lennox?: Oh, powerless one. You're not capable of that.

Murr: <Eanul Lambru>

Lennox?: <Mare Praeda>!

Shylock: Murr…!

Chloe: Murr's covered in ice…! He's going to die…! <Suispicibo Voitengok>!

Shylock: Murr…! Chloe, Rustica…!

Lennox?: Haha… You're nothing but insects!

Chloe: Shylock…! What do we do?! He pulled Shylock into the ocean…! We're going to lose him…!

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Shylock: (Why is Balthazar here…?) (Didn't he die when he sank with Adams Island…?!)

Lennox?: Of course you're shocked. Let me show you to my empire under the sea.

****TL Note: thank you to my friends in sammidarity for helping me turn the song lyrics in this chapter into like, something potentially singable!

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If DCLA characters had Tumblr 🕺🏼

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Thanks for all the comments on my latest fic update! Chapter 140 should be up any day now <3

#continue to give me comments! #it makes me so happy! #except for that one person please stop giving comments i’m scared

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I am convinced I have found one of the girls in my school’s fanfiction account. I can’t confront her about it because she will never admit it, so I have left cryptic comments on her fics to leave hints that I know.

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So I’m obviously not her, but on my fics, someone has left a bunch of really weird comments and I am so afraid that it’s someone I know irl. I wouldn’t want anyone to know I write fanfiction, as I am paranoid it would lead to my mom finding out, and that could lead to her looking through my fics. And I swear she’d look through every single chapter of my 139 chapter long fic.

Though, it’s kinda funny that you do it to the girl from your school. Hope she gets busted haha.

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Oh yeah, I really get that! Let’s hope whoever it is leaving cryptic messages on your fic is someone nice, or just a troll.

I’m close to busting her… I’ll give an update >:)

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You ever see a girl and you’re just… yeah.

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Felt this.

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Not sure if this is about girls being pretty or not but I choose to believe the gay view

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Good. That was the intention 😉

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Tfw you don’t remember if that thing you recall happening in your childhood happened when you lived in the UK, France or Congo, or if it happened in your home country at some point

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OP, respectfully, how many countries have you lived in, and why?

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I have lost count.

Long story short, my dad thought moving to new countries would help him deal with his issues :-)

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Another day of being painfully in love with your female best friend while everyone thinks you’re in love with this annoying boy, because ”you seem so annoyed with him, thus you must care and have a crush on him”. Like shut up??

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Oof yeah I hate everyone assuming you’re straight. Sadly I was in a comphet field for so long and had this mindset both about my friend and of others.

I also have a crush on my bestie. Everyone says she’s in love with a boy but she herself dismisses it. Hm. Do you think I should ask her if she likes girls?

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Uh!! Yeah!

Please update when/if you did!

Maybe I should confess to my friend too… hopefully it goes well.

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It’s been 3 days. How did it go? Did anyone confess?

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So, here’s a funny story…

Turns out @arodarmivida and I know each other irl. I should have guessed by her username, that’s literally my bestie’s favorite song.

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Am I the only one curious about the boy they thought one of them had a crush on?

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Not my ”mom” trying to shape me to be exactly like her and then becoming surprised when I have the same stubborness and willpower as her.

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Lol, reminds me of people who wonders why I have this url.

What can I say, it was 2012 and I had a phase. Now I am too lazy to change it.

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We live together.

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foxchild-v · 2 years

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-Bound to an endless- pt.3 depts to pay

Oof, i can't stop 😅 this story practically writes itself. Thank you all for your kind words. This time it is starting to get darker.

Story summary - Previous part

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Summary: your kindness for your friends brings you into a hopeless situation. How will the personification of hope deal with it? And what will be the consequences of your act?

Warnings: angst, death of a character, slight degration, dream beeing an ass (😅), sprinkled with stronger language

Pairing: Morpheus x reader

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"You have to help her! How can someone like you be so cold. I've met many immortal beeings, none of them like you Sandman!" Johanna screamed at the endless as you arrived in Rachels bedroom. Asserting the situation you slowly made your way to the bed she was lain in. Slowly starting to decay befor the watering eyes of her former lover.

Morpheus doesn't seem to be impressed by the mortal begging him. "Why should I. You are mortal after all. You all will die sooner or later" His coldness made you absolutely mad.

"Morpheus!"

He spun around at your tone. "How dare you speaking my name in front of a weak mortal?" - "I don't care. Johanna is my friend and you are weakening her. Rendering her of her hope." - "This lies in your duty, not mine."

Johanna didn't dare to leave the bedside. Silently asking you for your familiar warmth.

"Who held your realm upright in your absence?" Your voice was not more than a whisper. "I did not ask you to. I am not in your favor, just like you said yourself" Dark eyes staring you into the ground. You would melt under these starlit eyes if it wasn't for the harshness of his voice as he challenged you for your next step. You swallowed your pride as an eternal beeing.

"No, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless and ruler of dreams and nightmares, but I shall ask you for your blessing." You where kneeling in front of him now. Begging him for his help. This was under your dignity but it was also your last straw. Relying on his pride and power. His heart shattered at the sight of you before him.

How can someone that powerful be such a sweet caring creature? So kind and warm to everyone you meet. You were begging him to help a worthless mortal and he realised that he can't deny you your wish as your look touched something in his heart. His body was moving on it's own. A stark contrast to his actions before. Tender and kind. He brushed your head with an oh so gentle touch. Looking at you with emotions that where burried deep inside of the endless. Without any word from his lips he makes his way to the bedside and sprinkled some sand over the sleeping woman.

You knew he couldn't safe her from dying, she used his pouch of sand. Not made for humans. But he could ended her suffering and a beautiful dream guided her into the realm of his sister now. Peaceful and warm.

You smiled at him gently. Your heart was beating fast as you grapped the endless' hand to thank him. The touch sent shivers down your spine. A small jolt of electicity where your skin met his. He looked at you with eyes filled with emotions. Adoration, faith, even love was shining through his gaze. You wanted him near you, feel him but he flinched away. Suddenly his posture changes as you felt a coldness creeping over you.

Morpheus swang his coat and passed you without paying you another glance. You stood there motionless. Tears gathering and stinging in your eyes. You willingly gave away your dignity to this man and yet you would do it again in a heartbeat. For your friends and for him. Why do you want to give Dream everything you could imagine when he is so cold and unapproachable? Is there such a thing as one sided bounding? A cruel joke from Destiny himself?

"Go after him! What the fuck are you waiting for?" Johannas voice was almost not noticable. She could almost feel the radiating heat from you two still lingering in the air.

You gathered your senses and ran down the stairs.

"Boss, I think you certainly need company. I will not let you go there alone." You heard someone talking. Of course. A raven. Dream of the Endless where always accompanied by a raven. "And I will certainly bring up hope for both of us"

He was right. This bird was a hopeful creature unlike his master. You approach the two of them and the Dreamlords face turned to you.

"Hope, you said? I am shure it will help." His mouth formed a small smile. You knew it wouldn't take long for him to collect your guilt upon him.

"You will accompany us, Y/N. Hope is a strong companion in the realm of the lightbringer. Don't you think so, Matthew?" He stated dryly.

The raven flapped it's wings "Lucienne told me all about you, Y/N. I am so sorry I brought you into this situation" You tapped his head gently "No worries, dear, I owe Dream something. And if it means I have to accompany him to hell, it shall be so" - "Don't you think hell is a little drastic?" The dreamlord shot Matthew a harsh glance and with that the raven sat on your shoulder. He felt safer there somehow knowing you wouldn't harm him. Not so shure about his master though. Even if you started to get a little colder in the presence of your meant to be soulbound.

Without further warning you where surrounded by sand and travelled to hell. Quite literally ...

@chaotic--bastard @just-a-little-fox @22carolina08 @dreaming-about-fanfictions @boofy1998

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#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream x y/n #dream x you #morpheus x y/n #dream of the endless #soulbound #fanfic

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littleragondin · 6 months

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Here we go again dears

Absolute Zero Time

So last week gave us ample time to see teen!Ongsa develop his very big crush on Soon, and adult!Soon letting himself enjoy some of that maybe a little too much. It ended with the potential promise of things picking up with Ongsa finding and playing with his 2023 phone.

- Okay so the phone will not trigger The Conversation yet. Alright I guess.

- Sine and Teng work so well together, and that little glimpse of a more... playful? Soon when she asks for that ridiculous porridge and he rolls his eyes was delightful. It felt SO natural.

- HA that's the breakfast restaurant from the start of Ep. 02!

- That discussion with the video shop old man feels jarringly out of nowhere - how did we go from that awkward exchange last episode to this is a little ?? to me.

- "If you meet, you'll be parted. If you don't meet, you won't be parted." Alright, is that what Soon's going to riff off to make his decision then? Better never to have met than to have to be parted from you ?

- Oof yeah so that hug out of context is adorable but Soon, my man... You can't give that kind of hope to the boy while building the expectation that you're going to leave him behind all the time.

- I did like that little "missed connection" moment between the teens.

- "for all the people that love you." "including you?" teen!Ongsa is SO clear and forward and secure in what he feels and what he wants, it makes the contrast with adult!Soon even worse for the later...

- The way he interacts with his younger self is so strange. I get that he wants to do something for the lonely kid he used to be but man, you're planning to take away so much from him, too...

- I do like Na and Ongsa's friendship, it's sweet and she really has his back.

- HA finally we are getting the conversation. I am actually really liking the way Ongsa reacts, it feels ... normal. "How much can I trust you?" is a very valid question. The way he asks "I should be happy, right?" yet does not sound happy at all? I liked it. That's a lot, and it's very fair to not feel super positively about it all ngl.

Ok so the pacing of that episode was shakier for me than the previous one, especially the first half. Things happened either very fast or felt artificially delayed so I enjoyed it a little less than the previous ones on that front.

Adult!Soon is being SO frustrating - I sort of defended him last week but right now he feels... too undecided, too incompetent, also - like sir. You're a full adult, you need to take some kind of charge at least about yourself, you can't defer all your decisions to someone else ESPECIALLY A TEEN alright?? I do wonder how much of it is intentional, because - and I am very aware it may be a reach - in the short view we get of their adult relationship in episode 1, Soon does defer all decision to Ongsa, big (taking in the whole DVD collection) or small (what movie are we watching tonight) and in that case, if that's a personal flaw he needs to work on. But we need to know if that's the case now, give me a flashback or anything that point it out more clearly.

I feel so bad for teen!Ongsa, he spent the whole episode being pulled and pushed by Soon, having to deal with so many mixed signals (I was sighing with him when he settles in his bed), and then he gets burdened with that knowledge? That's SO heavy. And conclude on the man you love telling you "yeh so btw all I told you about the fact that we are together and such? Yeah, I will actively try to stop it from happening." like OK?? I don't want to hold hope for anything right now because I'm unsure about the way the story is going, but if that were to happen... I would like a recalcitrant teen!Ongsa actively working against adult!Soon here - trying to save that hypothetical relationship in a way.

I am hanging in there because I am still having a good enough time watching the show, and I am already so very attached to the characters, but I hope now that the truth is out things are going to pick up a bit, not so much in actual pace but with a stronger direction for the plot and especially for Suansoon...

#Absolute Zero #Absolute Zero the series #องศาสูญ #Absolute Zero spoilers #alright getting a little beef right now #I still had a good time with the episode but I had such a urge to reach in and shake Soon like my guy! my dude!!#I sympathize with the plight but come on now #i will still be there next week for sure #but i am expecting/hoping something a little tighter for episode 5 it would be nice #words #mine

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 75

Nord VPN again? So what ... oh gods no ... no, please don't sing, Sam. Please don't sing ... crap ... full-on Rodgers & Hammerstein ... we're in Hell ...

Laura: "Now I see why it took you so long for sound check."

No more announcements? Just straight into the game then ... big things are brewing then, clearly ...

First time in a little while we're jumping into COMPLETELY unknown waters ... so what now?

Wait, that was COLM?!!! Blimey, Sam ...

Ah yes, the Ashton Greymoore origin story ... how many superheroes are we gonna have on the party by the end, then?

Chetney's velvet jogging suit keeps him warm ... XD

No, no more jumping ...

"Flying is the best climbing" ... LOL

A tight warm crack ... I'm so glad Sam didn't pick up on the potential innuendo this time ...

Ashley rolls a Crit Fail ... of course she does ... Fearne: "I have no traction with my hooves!"

Low ceiling = much inconvenience ... so FCG turns himself into a lowrider ...

Oof ... this place is totally giving me flashbacks to The Descent ...

Slickshimmer oil? Oh yeah ... might come in handy ... and now Chetney's just making it weird ...

Oh yeah, she can just Wildshape ..

A lil snowbat ... awwwww ... yeah, she will be completely blind, but at least she can eccolocate ...

Oh, here we go then ...

Shit, it's a full blown drop further down ... but tight ... oh boy, this isgonna be problematic ... fuck, that's just it? Crap ...

IT JUST STOPS. So what now?

Bat sonar it, Fearne! Oh, it's just a blockage? Hmmmm ... so what do we do about it, then?

Orym tries to pry through ... pop! Oh crap ... here we go ... A CHARRED SKULL?!!! WTF? Laura (angrily): "Matthew!"

Claustrophobic Fearne forgetting she's currently a bat ...

Sam's fake teeth are still there ... Matt: "I hate it so much ... don't put it BACK!"

Crap ... whenever everybody has to keep doing individual checks it's such a worrying thing ...

The coins are melted onto the rock? That can't be good ... please tell me this isn't a fucking lava tube ...

DISASSEMBLE Letters? Really? Chetney is WAY too enthusiastic about that idea ...

Chetney: "Consent I all I need. I got a whole bag of tools." O.O

FCG ALMOST gets stuck ...

Great, now Imogen IS stuck by her ankle ... crap ... Matt: "This is my nightmare. That I'm inflicting on all of you." Damn it ... Marisha confirms this is most definitely a thing ...

Fuck this is getting worse all the time ... this really IS turning into The Descent ...

She takes her boots off and is FREE ... okay ... and now she's stuck on FCG ...

Good roll + bad roll = logjam ... of course it does ...

And now Letters is clanging down the passage like a ball bearing ... crap ... and he crashes right into Orym ... fuck ... now they're both FALLING ... crash! Ouch ... Orym (winded): "Take ... your foot ... out of my gooch ..."

Imogen drops hoping one or both will catch her ... phew! That was almost bad, but ultimately okay ...

Bones. A fuckload of bones ... charred and melted bones and other stuff ... and it's HOTTER in here ... crap ...

Flashes of intense heat ... please tell me there isn't a fucking DRAGON in here ...

Odd, unpredictable low vibration in the rock ... not a good sign, I'm sure ...

Black volcanic rock, and it's newer ... crap ... fresh lava flow, clearly ... DEFINITELY not a good sign ...

FCG casts Detect Magic ... ooh, magic ring ... cool ...

DO NOT go digging through the suspicious volcanic floor ...

Oh, they're doing this after all ... maybe let the others KNOW what you're doing first, guys?

Laudna is UNIMPRESSED with this plan. As she should be ...

Stoneshape ... gods this is DUMB ...

Just LIGHT? Please just be light ... and now it's hotter ... okay, so what's down there? DO NOT just fly down through there! Are you an idiot?

Literally the floor is lava ... yeah, I saw that coming ... XD

NOT a whole lake of lava ... oh, so there are CREATURES here ... imps? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Another communication about further plans ... Laudna: "Are you absolutely insane?!!"

A rock water slide to JUMP the lava? Are you SERIOUSLY considering this plan?

Ashton goes first and RAGES as he goes to try and widen the passage ... oh boy ... a Nat20? Really? Because he's an Earth Genasi AND a Titan this actually WORKS ...

Laudna is dislocating herself to fit through and then FORGETS to pop the joints back into place ... ye gods ...

Fearne is going to fly down and try to COMMUNICATE with the impish things ... right ...

This is a BUST ... yup ...

A whole load of chaos as they try to formulate a plan ... oh boy ...

Okay, here we go ... Ashton cracks the floor and NAT FAILS so the WHOLE THING just gives out ... crap ...

That was almost VERY hairy ...

No way out? Crap ... Travis: "We came down here for NO REASON."

Fearne tries to speak to them ... they're less freaked than just curious ... wow, they ARE cute, aren't they? :3

Oh wow, they're being BORN out of the lava blow ... wait, that one just DIED?!!! Already? Whoa ...

Who's the Elder? Oh, the one that just died ... of course ... another one: "I'M the new Elder!"

Oh, they KNOW about the Shard? Okay ...

Wait ... the Shard is IN the lava itself ... so what happens if they TAKE it?

They have no concept of time ... of course they don't ...

Elder: "Others have come and angered the Spark." Okay then ...

Ashton's going to try and touch the lava? Really?

This whole thing is like NINE FUCKING LEVELS OF SUPREMELY STUPID ...

Cue chants of "Rock! Rock! Rock!" Like in Galaxy Quest ... XD

Ray of Frost? Okay ... please don't trigger the explosion ...

Fuck, Ashton's going straight in ... wait, what ring? He needs to atune first ... aaaaagh ...

So he's flying over towards the bubble, then ... it's CALMING DOWN? Is this a good sign or really bad? And he's Raging now ... fuck, he's IN THE LAVA now? Oof ... ouch, this is gonna be SO NASTY ... an Investigation Check? RIGHT NOW?!!! 22? Wow ...

He HAS THE SHARD!!! Get the fuck out of there, man! 12 ... crap ... no joy? Imogen tries to communicate with him and just picks up a lot of cursing ...

Ashley: "This is so dumb ... I'm gonna jump in." O.O

FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

I mean if ANYBODY could actually DO THIS ...

Telekinesis? Really? And Matt will actually allow it ... oh, nice roll ... Holy fuck this is actually working?

Go go go ... be strong, Ashton ... Nat20 for 28 total? Oh shit ... IT'S WORKING!!! IT'S ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKING!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Lava shower! Crap!

Ashton is FUCKING GLOWING ORANGE right now! Holy shit ...

Oh man, the imps are all dying? NOOOOOOO!!!

That was horrible but also totally worked ...

Ashton is really hot. LITERALLY.

Holy shit ... this gas actually HEALED Ashton's original cracked damage somewhat? Seriously? Oh, and he's just full on shirtcocking it right now ...

Wait, yes ... give it to Fearne! Give it to her! Let HER be the Empress!

He tries HOLDING IT to the crystal in his head and thinking through it ...

AND ALL THE TIME HE'S STILL TAKING FIRE DAMAGE!!!

Do not SMASH IT Ashton! Are you NUTS?!!!

Imogen holds it in the air so it won't keep burning him ... oh, that is beautiful and powerful ... like the fish in the meme ... XD

Laudna wonders if they might actually be in the belly of a Titan ...

Imogen TOSSES Chetney the Shard to make him do Grim Psychometry on it ... ouch! XD

Oh this is just INTENSE ...

Ashton is going to press it to his chest WHILE HE RAGES?!!! Oh shit ... and another 9 points of damage ...

Ashton: "I don't think it's FOR ME. I mean it's for me ..."

Yes. Seriously. Give it to Fearne.

Marisha fretting about rolling for Arcana because she's been rolling SHIT all game ... oh! Nice! Marisha: "I need Travis talking shit to me all the time!" Good roll!

A Funnel? OH SHIT!!! The Harness! They gotta go to Joe!

A flash of light? What the hell?

Ruby Vanguard? Crap ... and Reilora? Double crap ... oh fuck ... IS THAT FUCKING LUDINUS?!!!

Laura: "Telekinesis! I'm gonna throw the lava they're above AT THEM!!!"

Matt: "And we're gonna come back to that zfter a break." AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Crap crap crap crap crap ... how bad is this gonna be?

Aaaaaah! Battlemap! Cue Wizzkids plug!

Holy shit ... nice terrain ...

Nice reminder from Liam that Ashton is currently doing this half naked ... and not the polite half, either ... and what about Fearne?

Shit this is REALLY bad ...

Ludinus succeeds his Dex roll? Of course he does ... but ONE of them fails ... okay, then ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Ashton up first ... SUPERHERO IT, BOY!!! He Rages ... he's getting heavy? Oh, Gravity effects ... here we go ... he's shielding FCG? Even though he's low on hit points right now? Ballsy ... he grabs the Shard and tucks it behind him ... so he takes MORE damage next round? Bloody hell ...

Imogen tries to grab the skinny Reiloran with Telekinesis snd he fails to save ... yanks him into the lava! Matt tells her to roll EIGHT D10!!! Fucking hell ... 50 POINTS OF DAMAGE!!! Fucking hell indeed! Then she Quickens another spell for bonus action, Mindwhips the big Reiloran ... it saves so only takes HALF damage ... 7 points? Oof ... not too impressive, then ... mostly just made it angry, then ...

Orym is up! Gets close as he can so he can CUT THE AIR with Seedling to hit the submerged Reiloran ... and that is IT for it ALREADY!!! Wow ... second strike to the soldier with a vine, succeeds and drags HIM in too ... Holy shit, that's a FUCKLOAD of damage ... and HE'S DEAD TOO?!!! Holy fuck, wee man!

Ludinus came to offer an OLIVE BRANCH? Really? Oh crap, he just recognised the staff ... what's THIS mean? What's he doing?

Fearne is now DANGLING OVER THE LAVA!!! Shit ...

Reiloran JUGGERNAUT?!!! I'm sorry? Oh lawd he comin! Orym has to make a strength save? Crap ... and it's a fail ... and he's just DRAGGED into melee with it ...

Chetney grabs the Shard, slips it into the Bag of Holding, then goes invisible! Okay ... now he just BOLTS for Imogen ...

All FCG can do is hit Ashton with a 3rd Level Cure Wounds ... 17 Points back ... it'll do ... then he gives Fearne a Bonded Blessing ...

Fearne's turn ... what CAN she do? Just spells, but attack rolls are at a disadvantage ... crap ... Wall of Stone? She wants to completely encase Ludinus ... oh yes, that sounds sweet ... yes! Do that! Do that! Holy shit, and it actually WORKS too ... but she's still stuck ...

Laudna's turn ... she Quickens a spell for Mirror Image, then Blights the Reiloran. And he FAILS ... okay then, that's 8 D8 of Necrotic damage! Here we go ... 32! Sweet!

The last one just holds his action? Hmmm ...

Ashton burns a Chaos Burst and ALMOST knocks the Reiloran into the lava ... second same ... hmmm ...

Imogen chucks a bunch of lightning at all of them ... oh shit, boom indeed! Now none of them can SEE!!! Okay ... that doesn't ACTUALLY change anything for Fearne, though ... then she casts Blade Ward on herself ...

Orym steps under Ashton's legs and detects Chetney close by from smell alone ... XD ... attacks the Reiloran and hits him with THREE Pushing attacks ... he fails so he is now IN THE LAVA!!! 33 points of damage! Nice ... and now he JUMPS on the Reiloran's head, slashes away down on him ... Action Surge? Okay ... bang bang bang ... but Matt keeps rolling SO WELL ... one more try ... HE GETS THE HDYWTDT!!! YES!!! He kills the fuck out of him and jumps back off again! Now he's just SOLIDIFIED in the lava ... Orym you absolute WILD MAN!!!

Ludinus casts Dimension Door to bamf out of the wall ... crap ... he raises her EVEN HIGHER ... She can't break free ...

Fuck, is he gonna JUMP AWAY with her?

Chetney clicks his Boots of Speed, gets close enough to Ludinus to ... do something he CAN'T do because it's ALSO a bonus action? Crap ... so he DOESN'T do that but just holds his action instead ... crap ...

FCG pulls Spiritual Weapon on Ludinus ... since it's a hostage situation, he makes it a hsnd holding a pepperbox pistol right to his temple ... JUST hits him ... nice damage, but doesn't do anything major ... then shoits a Sacred Fame at him too ... which he fails to save against ... ouch! Nice ... he's looking rough but still strong, apparently ...

Fearne casts Wall of Fire on Ludinus? Wow ... can he Counterspell? Nat20? Crap ... that didn't work, then ... Ashley tries to work out what else to do ... and just tries to negotiate instead? Hmmmm ... roll good, Fearne, be charming ... 18?

Laudna unleashes her Hound of Ill Omen upon Ludinus! Okay ... Phantasmal Force? Oooooh ... and he has DISADVANTAGE?!!! But he still succeeds ... crap ... but it's now the pooch's turn! Attack hits! 10 damage and heneeds to roll a strength check ... FAIL!!! He is now PRONE!!! Nice ... but he STILL maintains concentration ...

The last guy attacks the Hound ... and KILLS IT!!! What? Seriously?

Ashton gets as close as he can and tries a Wormhole Strike on Ludinus! Fuck ... and it HITS!!! Nice! 20 damage! Second misses, though ... crap ...

Imogen casts Lightning Bolt on BOTH of them ... defender fails, but Ludinus STILL makes his save? Shit ... that's a lot of dice though ... 42 points on the defender ... and he goes DOWN in a smoking heap ... AND LUDINUS' CONCENTRATION IS BROKEN!!! Fearne is FREE!!!

Orym runs in and chucks 2 daggers at Ludinus, misses with BOTH because he's prone ... nuts ... nothing else he can do ...

Ludinus gets up, steps past Fearne so she has an attack of opportunity ... he starts brewing a Sphere, Laudna Counterspells ... but it's a LEVEL NINE?!!! Holy fuck ... did she just CRIT?!!! SERIOUSLY?!!! Oh my gods she fucking DID IT!!! Nice! So he tries to Counterspell HER? And he FAILS?!!! OH MY FUCKING GODS!!! Amazing ... suddenly the dice gods are with us! So hejyst keeps walking ... INTO THE LAVA? AND JUST DISINTEGRATES?!!! Bloody hell ... he was a FAKE!!! Bugger ...

Fearne TRIES to grab the stone he wore ... it's cracked ... nuts, only MAYBE a clue now ...

Smart thinking, might be a good idea to run ... but first LOOT THE BODY that DIDN'T burn ...

Fancy robes ... NOT damaged by the lava? Handy ...

Time to Teleport out, then ... but where to?

Oh, Whitestone? Yes. Go there. Definitely.

Here we go, then ... aiming for the Sun Tree ... they jump ... and Matt calls it there BEFORE they roll ... oof ...

At least they killed his villain speech before he could deliver it ... but yeah, that was one HAIRY fight ...

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mareenavee · 6 months

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For the ask game :D

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? ( 👀👀 at this one. No idea how you whip up so many ideas but more power to you LOL may they keep coming)

Hello <3 I haven't actually answered an ASK in forever, but I love these!! AH. Thank you.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

My absolute favorite part is the ability to slightly twist canon and provide readers (and myself) with new takes on ✨weird magic shit.✨ Hehe. I really love when I can read TES like a text (which it kind of is), find a strange detail and absolutely go wild with it. I like writing on the rails for World, too, for the most part, but I'm really enjoying the bits I get to make up, like new pieces of dungeons, or worldbuilding that isn't touched on in the source material. It's a ton of fun.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

@paraparadigm teaches us this best with Undnar, but the best kinds of villains believe wholeheartedly that what they are doing is the best way to proceed to get to their goals. That they are, without a doubt, wholly correct in their approach because to them, there is no other way. There is such a super fine line between a hero and a villain -- it should be that if you flip perspectives and hop into the villain's head, the HERO of the original story or POV looks like the villain from there. Evil for the sake of evil is hard to get right -- Evil because of really high stakes for that character is also difficult but I find it to be more satisfying to read and to write. :>

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

HEHE <3 I just stunlocked myself and @archangelsunited with the answer. I have 41 WIPS at the moment. BUT to be fair, I am participating in a prompt challenge or two, and more than half come from prompts and are mostly being collected as a crow might collect shiny things.

It's tough to narrow down a favorite 1 new WIP I'd like to talk about...but I can speak on one that's not related to the main fic's universe, and that's The Bitter, Bitter End.

It came up from some brainstorming sessions on Skywind and ultimately we didn't go in this particular direction because of...oof so many reasons...but I still LOVED the concept and, since I do write fanfic, I can twist it even further.

The quote might sound familiar to other Morrowind Fans. It will be a doomed Morrowind where the incarnate dies, but that's background as to why the world is as bleak as it is in that one. The main focus will be a political snakepit and the narrative will center around two slimy POVS: Nevena Ules and Orvas Dren. Or rather. Nevena/Orvas. It will end with what happens with the fact that Dren has linked up with the 6th house and nobody is around to stop the spiral of destruction. This links up super well with the villain question above. How does one build a story around two villainous POVs? I think it'll be a really fun challenge.

#AskMareena #The Bitter Bitter End #Nevena Ules #Orvas Dren #Nevena Ules/Orvas Dren #Ask Game #fanficblr #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #morrowind #morrowind fic #skywind #skyrim #skyrim fic

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touya had an additional ice quirk this entire time and geten is a himura. i can’t decide if ice quirk touya was preferable or phoenix. i was team neither (let him by be not special!) but i guess touya needed to survive his self mutilation somehow (although it was hori that decided on the extent of the burns imo) and have something to connect with shouto. the last part feels so artificial to me ugh. i really wanted them to reconnect without something quirk related making it easier. now touya’s favorite food will be the same as shouto too i bet.

+ yeesh and the himuras married distant relatives to keep the bloodline pure. every todoroki except endeavor is a product of generations on incest…

+ rei coming in last minute so that touya and endeavor don’t burn up? this could be good or bad family plot wise let’s see.

As always when it comes to the adding of these story elements I have to wonder what this brings to the table that hadn't already been at it before.

What does Dabi having an ice quirk as well do for the story? Well, as you pointed out it could be used to explain how he's surviving his use of his quirk however from what I can see from the leaks, it only just upgraded then and the damage at that point should already be done (wasn't he burning himself to the bone in previous chapters? I'm a bit confused on how much damage he's actually done to himself).

Is this Hori trying to drive home that Touya was "perfect son" afterall? I guess I can see why this fits the themes however I personally would have found it more impactful that he wasn't "perfect" because him being so does not change the fact Enji should never have neglected him the way he does (in fact I think it takes away from that point in my opinion as now readers will be focusing on "he was always what Enji wanted" when it shouldn't even matter about what Enji wanted because he should have just loved his kid!).

I find it a strange decision really, one made just to rub lemon into the salt that's already on Enji's wounds. However I am hardeyeing Hori that if he's going to give his villain such an upgrade to his quirk, he should give Hawks his quirk back.

As for Geten being a Himura, I guess you can argue it establishes how terrible the Himuras are too (though many already felt they were terrible people for arranging a marriage between her daughter with a man she clearly didn't love and then ignoring her cries for help) as well as go "Look! Look how powerful the Himura quirk is!" which is pushed even more when we see Rei enter the scene to stop the murder/suicide? going on between Enji and Touya despite the heat those two must be giving off.

It's not exactly needed at this point however I can also see why Hori would include it. It feels a bit too late to establish but honestly that can apply to a lot of Hori's story after the previous war (see all the complaints about Stars and Stripe and Lady Nagant).

L for all the Dabi/Geten lovers though, OOF. That must have been a nasty surprise, they probably feel the same way people felt after it was revealed Luke and Leia were brother and sister in Star Wars XD

#bnha #bnha manga leaks #bnha critical #thanks for the ask!!#really all I'm wondering now is 'why?'

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raz dnd 31

were back bitches!

fey, fey everywhere as far as the eye can see. theres so many types of fey jesus. thanks for the ride fiddlefink. back into the woods he goes, reminding us to keep our end of the bargain xD 'are all fey like this?' parsley says hes a nutcase. it WOULD be a little funny if he got in the court tho xD

large town with houses made of plants very nice. teya behave yourself senna is linking arms again. most fey here dont speak common so it should be...ok? just follow parsley!

were being stared at great. mostly on parsley oh boy. wheatley is just glad to not be stared at this time lol. we see a guard looking satyr run off to the castle oh boy. parsley is so tired help him. its do or die time.

oh no. its the welcoming party. horns and stuff. oh god. welcome home parsley. a gnome walks over and says hes gonna escort parsley and his 'pets'. OOF. no were not pets! he calls us Mundanes instead. fun. its all in sylvain so the rest of us cant understand it. senna messages teya to ask what he was saying. senna messages wheatley and cries they called us pets.

dryads and nymphs in fancy clothes dont tell zen. The Seelie Court. parsleys family here to greet him! his mom is just white diamond oh no. parsley is so uncomfy. his mom is just smiling ew. smug bitch. wheatley hides behind senna. shes such a smug bitch i hate her kill her please. SHE CALLED US STRAYS WTF.

Ginger, one of parsleys siblings, is gonna escort us. teya doesnt tell senna they got called strays xD parsley seems concerned about ginger. they dont respond to him. we get to parsleys room and all parsleys portraits were put inside.

she closes the door and runs up and hugs parsley thank god! she missed him! she wants to know everything xD she seems excited to meet us but again its all in sylvain. parsley introduces us! he looks so fond of her awwww. he did not introduce android xD he also reverts to common. she fucking hugs senna shes adorable!

shes seen bots like wheatley before. parsley has to stop her from trying to figure out how wheatley works but he fucking unscrews his arm so ok then. teya tells ginger in sylvain that android has rabies and to not go near him xD parsley has only been gone for 50 years feywild time, so shes 12 now shes BABY.

apparently their mom has gotten stricter since parsley left. trying to 'make up for his mistakes' oof wtf. ginger is glad parsley left tho since he wasnt happy. she wants to say goodbye this time DX teya accidentally drops it to senna they called them strays senna is PISSED.

parsleys other siblings didnt wanna talk to ginger about him at all. parsley asks if shes written any stories lately. boats and pirates! he shows her rouge! wheatley starts playing hand games with senna lol. rouge licks her awww. parsley tells ginger hes totally a hero and gonna save the material plane lol.

ginger says mom says they cant help parsley with his quest. the guards are gonna keep a big eye on us and theres a big thing happening tomorrow.

senna notices zen holding his head. hes hearing a strange noise? almost like the connection but different oh no. hes only getting weird noises on the otherside to god thats not good. senna comments either the feywilds fuck with the connection, or those bots that got dragged away are doing...something.

ginger leaves. parsley flops onto his dusty bed. wheatley flops next to him, senna sits by him. teya asks why ginger isnt allowed to fix him. he suspects he wont get fixed until he does something for his mom. teya offers to make a 'deal' with parsley so he HAS to leave the feywilds and finish the quest or die lol.

teya asks why parsley left anyway. before parsley explains theres a knock at the door damn. its basil, they dont look happy to see parsley. they want to talk in private. he tells teya to not even bother going invisible. teya mutters in sylvain 'nice to fucking meet you too.'

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

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1) I really don’t understand why conservatives are so allergic to white children learning about racism—even just basic things. Like when I was a child, I was bullied SO much for being Black, starting in kindergarten, and it continued until I began to straighten my hair, dream about bleaching my skin, and contemplate suicide in middle school. It was around that time when it stopped. Now I’m fine, though I still straighten my hair, and I’m friends with and care about many of those people.

2) And I want to emphasize that they are GOOD people, and they were just children at the time who didn’t know the full gravity what they were doing. I don’t hold it against them. But I was a child too, and I was really hurt and I had a lot of internalized antiblackness for years as a result. And I’m only 18- I’m Gen z. So it was during the Obama era when I was bullied, not the 1960s. What I simply don’t get is, if white children are old enough to BE racist, why can’t they be taught about racism.

3) If they’re old enough to bully POC, why do conservatives think they can’t learn some BASIC things about why that’s wrong? And why are children of color expected to just take it? It just… disturbs me.

Oof. First of all, I am so sorry that that happened to you, and you're displaying a remarkable amount of maturity and grace for anyone, let alone an 18-year-old, in being able to differentiate between children copying behavior they learned at home from racist adults, and who they became later. Honestly, there would be nothing wrong if you'd never had anything to do with them again, let alone remained friends with them. As you said, you were a child too, they caused you a whole lot of unnecessary pain and suffering, and made you contemplate suicide! As a middle schooler! Kudos to them for recognizing their past toxic behavior and (presumably) apologizing for it, I guess, but sheesh. And of course, your story is familiar to everyone who grew up "different" in America, in whatever way. Which is just not right, but it's become intensely normalized and a central tenet of conservative/Republican power in the post-Obama years, in a way that hasn't been the case since the nadir of white backlash against the civil rights movement. Like, there was a time not so long ago when making racist remarks in public was grounds for a Republican candidate to be forced to step down; they could say it all they wanted in private, but there was a taboo against doing so in public. Now they say it as loudly as possible and openly campaign and fundraise on it. They compete to see who can be the most racist and xenophobic. Why should they apologize, when they realized there was a whole segment of America that was hungry for them to be as vile as possible, and would flock to vote for them as a result?

You obviously do not need me to explain the lived experience of everyday racism to you, but hopefully I can offer some perspective on the systemic/institutional/historic macro-level workings of it. The short answer to your question is that white conservatives don't want their kids to learn that racism is wrong because they straight-up don't think it is wrong, and they don't want to ever acknowledge or talk about or admit any fault for white supremacy, because they think it's just liberals "whining about political correctness" and failing to worship America enough. Conservatives don't want to talk about Native American genocide, Manifest Destiny, slavery, or anything aside from their fantasy narrative of rugged white men "opening the West" and building "the greatest country in the world." They hate history because it doesn't paint previous white supremacists in, to say the least, a very good light. It challenges the entire bedrock on which they have built their power, their identity, and their persecution and grievance complex. Because America is only now starting to barely even acknowledge and talk about its racism problem on a widespread fashion, the conservatives are panicking. Racial demographics are changing, younger generations are uniformly more liberal, and in their lifetime, the white supremacist model of punishment, subjugation, control, and generally accepted public destruction of people of color may well finally be on its way out. So they're lashing out and going ultra-extremist in hopes of putting it off as long as possible.

Trump was obviously pivotal in moving Republican racism to the mainstream and open acceptance, but it was the case long before. It became a deliberate political strategy to cultivate whites who were angry about the partisan realignment of the 1960s and deserted the Democratic Party en masse as a result; after Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act in 1964, he is said to have remarked to an aide that "we have just lost the South for a generation." Republicans swooped in to pick up these angry racist southern white voters, even though they had been the anti-slavery, New England-based, relatively liberal political party in the 19th century, and all the racist southern whites were Dixecrat Democrats. Except Johnson's embrace of the VRA and the civil rights movement finally completed the switch of those party positions. Reagan's 1980s "war on drugs" was laced with anti-Black dog whistles and assaults on Black communities, even if it was more subtle than the outright physical attacks on civil rights protestors in the 1960s. Then Obama got elected, and the right wing lost its ever-living mind.

There was a recent post, which I can't find now, profiling how some white Obama voters switched to Trump. The part that stuck out to me was what a white Iowan woman who had previously voted for Obama pointed to as the moment she became "disillusioned" with him: when he expressed sympathy for Trayvon Martin, the young black boy murdered as he walked home with a bag of skittles, and said that Trayvon could have been his son. This woman viewed it as Obama "taking a side" in racial conflicts (you know, because both sides are morally equivalent!) and "fomenting hatred." So in other words, the instant that Obama -- a Harvard-educated constitutional law professor and Christian middle-class father and husband who was otherwise as "respectable" as you could get -- did anything to remind her that he was black, or took any kind of position on racism, or expressed sympathy for the young victim of a racist hate crime, even in the most moderate and inoffensive of terms, THAT was what she saw as "taking sides and fomenting hatred." That is the depth of white fragility that exists in this country, and why so many white people who had voted for Obama by managing to forget he was black, subsequently switched to Trump. The defense of the idea of "white innocence" was more important to them than anything else.

This is also why white working-class and non-college voters are a reliably Republican demographic, even though they would also benefit from Democratic economic, social, and political policies. They don't care if their lives get materially better or not; as long as the Democrats are a party that supports and includes people of color, the people who have built their entire identity on the idea that being white is the best thing about them, simply will not vote for them. This is why the analyses that try to claim "economic dispossession" as a reason for white working-class people to support the Republicans miss the point. White working-class people (or at least the majority of them) support the oligarchs who are directly responsible for disastrous economic policies, and they don't even find it remotely bad, since they rabidly defend hypercapitalist economic exploitation and bash any "socialist" that tries to fix it. If economic grievance was their actual motivation, and not the maintenance of the white supremacist hierarchy which they see themselves as having a crucial role in supporting, they would vote differently. Thus far, they don't.

So... yeah. American conservatives aren't ever going to want white children taught about racism, since that might deprive them of the next generation of white supremacist foot soldiers and threaten the entire 400-year old system on which their power rests. They don't see it as wrong; in fact, they're now inclined to cling to it more than ever. Liberals likewise tend to view racism as a personal, individual, or moral issue, rather than as the all-consuming structural monolith that it is. The idea is that "good people" can't be racist, but that is just... not how any of it works.

If you haven't heard of/read it already, I strongly recommend Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America, by Ibram X. Kendi. Kendi is an award-winning Black scholar, historian, and antiracist activist who has also written several other books on the topic. I think that his work will help articulate this for you further, and explain why, as the title of his book suggests, anti-Black racism is so deeply rooted in white America's psyche. Hopefully, however, this was somewhat helpful for you too.

Hugs. ❤️

#anonymous #ask #history #american history #history of racism #politics for ts

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 8: In Which Unraveling Begins

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Alcina.

You wanted to repeat it, say it out loud just to feel it on your tongue, taste it, understand the vibrations as it left your lips, but you didn't get a chance. She was closing the space between you once more.

Inebriated as you were if she was going to bite you, drain you, and kill you, you never would have had the time to react to save yourself. But then, you weren't sure you would have tried anyway. Killed, by her? What a way to go.

Only she didn't do anything. She just stood closer to you, both of you staring at one another from the easy foot of height difference, before you watched her chest heave with a breath.

"And what... is your name?"

You weren't sure you would ever get used to the sound of her voice. It sent shivers through your spine like an electric pulse.

As caught up in her as you were, you forgot you were a whole ass person for a second.

Yeah, you had a name. What was it again?

You blinked some moisture back into your eyes, swallowed, and gave it to her.

Alcina relished in its sound; it had a familiarity, a comfort behind it, something she wanted to grasp with her hands and rub softly against her cheek. She wanted to slip right into the crystalline abyss that was you. So many edges and shining surfaces. Glimmering like an undiscovered cavern of gems and immeasurable treasures.

Reaching out again Alcina's thumb caressed your cheek bone down to your chin, lifting your gaze just gently enough you almost rested your face against her chest.

Her face threatened a smile but didn't give it, "What do you remember about that night?" she asked, unwavering in her cool tone.

"Uh..." you began as you pawed through your bunker of memories, "the club... the screechy music, the creepy dancers... you... your... bite."

She mused briefly at your pause and urged you on, "Is that all?"

Your gaze on her fell away as you tried to dredge up more, but that really was all you could recall for visually. There seemed also to be a feeling of comfort and rest, maybe hazy confusion, but everything after that was blank.

"Yeah, that's it."

A breeze of relief brushed over Alcina. She was grateful you didn't remember her bringing you back to her manor. She hummed once more and turned on her heels, seeking out the chair in the corner.

Watching after her as she left you there, you felt like the air had been sucked from your lungs. Taking the last swig of your wine you slowly followed after her, taking a perch on your disheveled couch that was barely arms reach away.

"Should I remember more?" you inquired curiously.

Alcina smirked. No, you should not, she thought to herself. Instead she shook her head slowly, "No," was all she offered.

"Hmm... wasn't it on our second meeting you said I shouldn't remember anything at all, though?"

"And?"

Oof. She was a tough one.

Snickering only a little you rubbed your nose and then sat your chin in the palm of your hand as you looked her over.

She was stunning. Like one of those paintings by the masters that the eyes followed you everywhere around a room. Wholly unreadable, the only thing you could do was assume, guess, make up your own story, and the solid fact remaining was the desire to look harder, longer.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"I was gunna die that night, wasn't I?"

That wasn't so much a question as it was you trying to casually pull the words out of her mouth. Alcina didn't know if she should answer that. Didn't know how much to reveal so soon, and yet she felt as though spilling the contents of all her baggage in front of you wouldn't faze you one bit. Oh well, if she scared you off now it would hopefully prove a better outcome for the both of you, right?

"Yes. You were," her timbre, low and contemplative, replied.

"Why'd you save me?"

Stop that, Alcina scoffed to herself, stop making me relive my actions, stop making me think and feel and want and need, stop making me feel... human, again.

Shifting gently Alcina thumbed the arm of your chair and refocused, "I was being selfish."

...What?

What the hell did that mean?

You couldn't stop the inevitable tilt of your head at her admission and you licked your lips, "Selfish... how?"

Alcina huffed almost loudly but decided to entertain this; "To tell you the truth I despise the sacrifice nights. Not that I expect you to know what that is, but to put it simply it's one night a month the vampires I... see over are allowed to act upon their ridiculous, primeval, animalistic urges. One human and one human only is brought down. They feast, and it's over and done with. I... did not feel like letting you go to waste."

Well that sure as fuck wasn't a response you could have conjured up in your mind on any given day of the week. Huh. You legitimately could not grasp the fact you were having this conversation, that any of this was real. This was just getting more and more interesting.

You leaned a little bit harder in your palm. Somehow you could tell there was more to it than that. There had to be. But you'd leave it alone for now, you had so many other questions bubbling like dish soap in a water fountain.

"So, vampires don't just kill at will whenever they want?"

This was not going as planned. Why were you asking more questions and not running away from this, and her?

"No, we don't."

Your eager, urging look called out another huff at your persistence, "Many, many years ago we passed a law that helps regulate the ending of human life. There are too many vampires now and the world has evolved too much to continue the lifestyle we were able to keep hundreds of years ago. If we wanted to continue to live and survive, we had to change our ways."

"So what's the law, exactly?"

"One kill a month, per clan."

Per clan. How many fucking vampires were there?

"O... k... how do you all survive in the meantime?"

Was this human serious? Run, you fool!

"Fledglings are trained how to incapacitate a human, drink only what they need, and leave them to recover unharmed. And, blood wine."

"Blood wine?"

Alcina finally rolled her eyes, "You are awfully curious."

"Hey, it's not my fault you turned my world upside down and let me live and wonder," you chuckled, "you and I both gotta come to terms here... you let me live, you've been tailing me ever since, and now you're here in my living room. So. Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not just as intrigued as I am."

You wreched, little...

She tongued her teeth at you.

"Fine," Alcina retorted, "why don't you tell me something about you. I grow weary of talk of vampires..."

It was nearing 4 in the morning and you didn't feel an ounce of tiredness. You don't know if she had you under some spell but once most of the haze of your wine wore off you felt alive and eager.

The two of you had talked for 5 hours straight. Mostly about you, unfortunately. Every time you would try to swerve into her lane she'd redirect the conversation. You'd get her, eventually.

Alcina felt more and more like the home you never knew.

A vampire. Felt like home.

Whatever.

But you were in the rarest form you'd ever been in for conversation; you opened up like a blossoming rose at any question she asked you. You were never this honest and open with anyone. For some unthinkable reason you knew you could trust her with anything, and not just because, who was she going tell, but because she was wholly receiving of you. You'd never met anyone in your whole life who made you feel this way.

She listened to you. She comprehended what you had to say; assimilated your words and every underlying tone or hint of whatever lie beneath it. Not once did she flinch. Whether or not she was just a great wall of bluff, somehow deep inside you knew it was real, genuine.

You didn't want this to end.

Neither did she.

It had been too long since Alcina had found herself lost in the whims of another, or anything of real importance outside of her girls. You were becoming an elixir quenching her thirsts droplet by droplet. It was almost as if she could feel her heartbeat once again, a warmth in her body, a truly tangible softness and spark of life. Your story was a sad poetry, and yet, it was refreshing to connect, to see and feel the hope still within your soul. Even through all your trails and tribulations you were strong and solid as any hundred year old tree, always reaching for the sun for growth, even if you couldn't see it happen.

Fear still held her reigns, but she pressed on in a silent desperation to meet you in the middle. You had no fear. No qualms. No reservations. She could feel your overwhelming draw towards her just as she had for you. You should both be running in the opposite direction.

Instead, you were both charging head on towards each other.

The more pronounced tick of the clock on the wall alerted you both to the hour.

A silence fell. So did both of your hearts.

"The sun will be up soon," you began running your fingers through your hair, trying to mask your urgency and sadness, "come on, I'll walk you to the balcony."

Alcina watched in masked bewilderment at your quick movement off the couch, but more from the concern covering your words.

You were worried about her getting back safely.

A pang of something struck her as she slowly rose from the chair and straightened out her clothes.

Doing her best to ignore the worry and panic rising in you, she followed you into your bedroom and placed her hand on your shoulder as you slid the glass door open. The Manhattan air flooded in but you were still all she could smell, touch, and taste.

The way you looked up at her caused her to clench her teeth to keep her emotions at bay.

Her hand felt like fire on your shoulder even though you knew it wasn't true. You knew your time was up. Unknowing if you'd see her again, hoping, wishing, wanting to grab her and hug her. Hold her. Kiss her.

Shit.

No. No no.

"Quiet your mind, pet."

Came her soothing voice. Her eyes were so bright, pale, and yet striking as a sunrise all at the same time. You wanted to touch her.

She may as well have been reading your thoughts because in that second Alcina was cupping your face delicately with her hands.

Wait. Where were her gloves?

Her hands were soft and sturdy, albeit cool, but firm and gentle too. You sighed and didn't care she heard or saw it. It was all you could do to stop yourself from snuggling into her and beg for embrace. Only her gaze kept your frozen.

Alcina's insides took a tumble as she held you there, the warmth of your skin, the need and desire in your eyes. Oh, how she wanted to give in.

She knew your feelings were genuine but you were still just inebriated enough, she couldn't. No, this would not be like this.

One hand dropped to hold your chin while the other trailed her fingertips around the left side of your face, the gentlest scraping on her sharp nails grazing your flesh.

Without realizing it your hands had reached out and were now resting, palms spread, over her middle, just above her hips. You felt her hitch, as hidden as she tried to make it, but you didn't pull back. Neither did she.

You were about to take a breath to speak but she was already retreating from you, ducking slightly through the doorframe, and was gone out into the night.

Of course you rushed right after her.

"W-wait! Will I see you again?!" you called out.

Silence.

She was gone.

Perching and leaning over the banister you looked and looked but saw no traces of your lady vampire.

Goddamn her.

You hung your head and smiled sheepishly to yourself. You felt pretty pathetic right now; you were hung up hard. Alcina, you thought, what the fuck is this game we're playing?

There was a bickering mess of thoughts and shouts in the recesses of your head, but at the forefront was Alcina; standing tall and foreboding, keeping anything else from reaching you.

The skyline was still dark but you knew the sun would be peaking up soon. All you hoped was she made it back, wherever she came from, safely.

As you headed back inside you closed the balcony door and locked it. Shuffling over to your bed, just as you were going to fall face first into your mattress, something caught your eye.

Her gloves.

Oh. Oh there was no way she would have left these by accident. No, this was intentional. You knew very little about this woman but what you did know was that everything she did had a reason behind it. This must be her silent way of saying; 'yes, I'll be back.'

You couldn't have snatched them up fast enough. Bringing them closer you eyed the fine black leather, felt the softness that told you these were well worn and used. You spanned your hand over one of them and smiled at the size difference. God, her fingers were so long and slender.

On the back of the gloves was something carved into the leather. It looked like a flower (a rose maybe?) in full bloom, with two swords crossed behind it, and what looked like an 'A. D.' below the bottom of the petal.

A. D.

Surely the A stood for her name, so, Alcina... Alcina what?

Refusing to give into your embarrassment you brought the leather to your nose and breathed them in. Ah yes; the sensual residual of her perfume was fused inside the leather and it caused you to audibly sigh.

Finally falling onto your bed, you kept the gloves close. Fuck it if it was weird. It was all you had of her outside your mind. You would happily take it.

The smallest of grins had tacked up the sides of Alcina's lips as she strode through the decently vacant city streets.

You were going to prove a most beautiful, difficult, and trying endeavor.

There was still something about you, something so deep under the surface she could not see it or feel it. You, a little orphan, no family, no ties, no history of where you came from. Something about that was odd, especially these days, but, perhaps it wasn't too impossible? Still, it made you unmistakably irresistible to her. Not just because of the curiosity, the pull, the needful seeking that came with you, it was more than unspoken infatuation.

Alcina entered the church silently and began to set off towards the underground entrance, however a dark figure perched in a pew in the cathedral caught her attention immediately. Donna.

She wafted her way to the row in which she sat and glided in to sit next to her. Donna didn't look at her and Alcina kept her gaze forward, observing the same gawdy display of Christianity.

"And what brings you to this side of the city, dear friend?" she asked smoothly, crossing her long legs and folding her ungloved hands on her knees.

"You," Donna replied just as softly, "you have an unmistakable electricity about you, you know. Following or finding you isn't hard when you're me."

Donna had an innate sensibility about things like that. She could feel something coming miles away. Sense an impending disaster, a wayward mishap, or any kind of intentions in general. And, she of course was Alcina's best friend, so her familiarity with all things her was just as strong.

Her brows furrowed slightly at her comment, but Alcina didn't react, "You followed me because?"

"I suppose I misspoke; I didn't follow you perse, but I did want to seek you out outside of the city."

"What for?"

"I spoke to Mother Miranda."

The silence after that made Alcina's skin prickle slightly, but instead of fear it was annoyance.

"And?"

Donna finally turned to look at her friend, "She seemed unbothered by the whole situation, so I'm hoping Salvatore's whining and exaggerations, if he gave any, were truly dismissed."

"Good."

Alcina's response was too nonchalant for Donna and she dared tread the waters, but carefully, "Alcina... I will never tell you what to do. I will never be on any side but yours, and I shall only say this once more; please, be careful with this girl."

She didn't look at her. Her eyes were too occupied studying the gold and myriad of color on the stained-glass windows. But Donna's words instilled a shortness of breath.

"If you're in my corner as much as you say you are, then you must do a better job of pretending nothing is happening," slate-colored eyes finally found Donna's, her plush red lips pursed just slightly, "the more you believe it the better off we all are."

The swiftness of Alcina's movement was always enough to send a person's head for a spin, but Donna could be just as quick.

She caught her by the arm at the back of the church and halted her, forcing her to stop and listen to what she had to say next, "Alcina. Please listen to me," Donna stated firmly and much too quiet for any human to hear, "too many of the vampires in the city are not on your side - "

"I know that!" Alcina hissed, baring her teeth.

"Then you understand they are always looking for a weakness, a moment, the right opportunity to strike at you!"

Alcina moved in even closer to Donna, not menacingly, but in her instinctual way to assert her dominance, "Of course I know that, I know it far too well. Do you think I've abandoned my guard?"

There was a slight slump in Donna's stature and she sighed, gripping to Alcina's arm now with care, "No, I don't think that. But I hear whispers and mutters you don't. I fear for you, for the girls, for us... You know I love you, and care for you, I don't know what would happen to us, or the underground city if you were to fall. You know how unruly and tainted so many of these vampires are. You are the only thing keeping order... Whatever I have left of my undead heart will shatter if something happens to you."

There was nothing truer than what she had just spoke, and Alcina knew that. She hated it. Hated to look at it, which is why she rarely ever did. The underground city was a ruthless cesspit of vampires just waiting to get off their leashes. They would tear her apart if ever given the chance. The lycans were true allies, yes, and solely sworn to her, but they too had their own who would take a bite at her neck if given the chance.

Alcina grabbed up Donna's hands as her rage mellowed, held them close to her chest and nodded mutely, "I know... I know. There is never an action I take that I don't consider. You and Angie truly are the honorary sisters I never had, and I love you for watching out for me, my girls, and everything else... I promise I will be careful. I promise."

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #pining #lesbian #wlw #f/f #fanfic #fic #slow burn #donna beneviento

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I wanna talk about my mind for a little bit

I was gonna save this until after I posted the last Wingless Angel chapter but I can’t post it yet. Pretty sure my mind wants me to get this out of my system first.

So hi everyone, how are you? How have you been? Honestly if you’re still following at all I’m delighted.

I don’t want this to come across as some excuse for all the unfinished fanfic I left behind 3+ years ago, which is why I wanted to publish WA first, so I hope you don’t take it that way. But I ended up stumbling upon an aspect of my mental health that I’m still trying to address and since I never really saw anyone post or talk about my particular issue before very recently, I wanted to share it in case it resonates with anyone.

(Clearly stuff has changed, this is where I'd normally put a "read more" but.... I guess that's not a thing anymore?? Hopefully this isn't a huge annoying wall of text on everyone's dash, oof.)

I’ve posted before about my ADHD. I’ve been getting treatment for it for 10 years now, and for all that time, medication & other coping mechanisms have been helpful to a point, but only to a point. There was still something left that was keeping me from functioning, and I couldn’t tell what it was. All I knew was that I had no will of my own, and I’d spent the last 10 years trying to create situations where the people in charge were asking (or implying that i should do) things I considered good to do. “People in charge” meant anyone besides myself. If someone was not me, they automatically had authority, simply by virtue of being someone external to me.

I did a lot of research trying to find something that matched up with my experiences & feelings, even partially, and I looked into things like PDA autism and even just the people-pleasing habits common with other ADHD folks.

At some point, with therapy, I did learn how to say “no” to other people’s demands of me. I learned to set boundaries. But I was still profoundly uncomfortable with dictating what I was going to do, especially if anyone else was ever going to be aware of it.

When I was a little kid, i was told “no” constantly, and that’s not hyperbole. I’ve cited the story many times of falling in love with the violin when I was 9 but immediately being told “No, you’re going to play the flute.” So I played the flute, but without any passion for it I couldn’t figure it out and I quit, and my mom never stopped making me feel guilty about it. But that wasn’t the only example of that kind of thing. I wanted to play soccer; mom said play basketball, so I played basketball. I wanted to play piano; mom bought me a guitar and my sister got the electronic keyboard. (We eventually switched, but I never felt like I could fully commit to playing the thing). I wanted to learn Spanish or Japanese in high school; mom told me to learn French, so I took four fucking years of French.

My feelings and wishes were effectively not a factor in what I was allowed to do, what goals I was allowed to pursue, unless I was staying in my room and out of everyone’s way (and even then I had to make sure I jumped up to do what was asked of me if I got called from another room). Eventually I learned, as a survival mechanism, to just obey. It wasn’t worth fighting anymore because I was systematically robbed of my individuality at every turn. Something happened when I was 13 that I will never talk about publicly and she played "good parent who has her kid's back" for about 5 minutes before siding with the bad guy. I brought it up years later and she was mad I'd never gotten over it. And all that is on top of being raised to be a "good little capitalist drone" who needs to be perfect and efficient at all times. I was never supported. I was never given grace. So I never gave grace to myself, because if your own parents don't give you grace & time to learn and be flawed, then clearly you don't deserve any, right?

I finally cut my mother out of my life not long after the pandemic began, a few months after having gone no-contact from my father (mostly due to his casual racism & transphobia, which cost me at least one very close friendship when I was a kid, and was unkind to my child in a way I could not abide). My immediate family - spouse and kid - are the only family I have left now. And it sounds tragic on paper, because it is, but until I finally got away from my mother's voice in real life I couldn't filter through the recordings of her voice in my mind so I could finally throw them away. And that knot is still being untied. Honestly this is 10 years into a very long mental health journey, when you think about it, but I wish I'd cut my mom out of my life a very very long time ago. I wasn't angry about lost time when I got my ADHD diagnosis. I was angry about it when I realized that yes, this had been abuse, and I hadn't been courageous enough to get away from it sooner.

Because that dehumanization resulted in me having no will power of my own, and that extended as far as simply not wanting anything anymore. I like things, sure, but anything I WANTED for myself was out of the question, especially if it involved other people in any way, but honestly even solo pursuits became impossible for me to will myself to do. For right now, when I have something I want to do, I'm telling my friends & husband to order me to do it. Because I won't do it otherwise. And it's a potentially dangerous workaround, but it's all I have for now. I and my therapist are hoping that once my brain registers that what other people are telling me to do is aligned with what I want to do, maybe it won't depend on other people's commands anymore and I'll just take control of my own life for once. But that may not work. I'll have to wait and see.

So what does this have to do with my abandoned fics? Well, it had started to become more difficult to write because the adhd "shinyness" was wearing off anyway, but I'd been doing a good job of pushing past it because people liked what I was writing. I could see my skill getting better, and engagement was going up, and that was really motivating. But then... I stopped writing fic all of a sudden because someone made a post about finding it shitty when writers wrote about COVID in their fics, and.... that was sort of a last straw that broke me, because I do exactly that in the last WA chapter. So I just turned tail and ran away. I tried to push through and write & publish the chapter anyway, because it was the LAST chapter and I knew people were waiting on it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Even having OSBB obligations didn't get me writing again, and given that obligation, the shame I felt about not having finished those stories weighed on me so badly that I couldn't even interact with you guys on Instagram, despite you having been so kind to me in the past. Let's face it, that goes WAY beyond adhd rejection sensitivity, that's a trauma response. I saw one bit of honestly well-reasoned critique of work that wasn't even mine, and I just ran. Immediately I felt like I was no longer allowed to take up space here. I felt unwelcome here in this corner of the internet world, just as I have always felt like I wasn't allowed to take up space in the physical world for almost my ENTIRE life. And the shame I already feel about myself normally was compounded by what I felt was a cowardly thing to do, which prevented me from returning. Now that I've accepted that, yes, I am an abuse victim whose life has been MASSIVELY and MAJORLY affected by that childhood trauma, I'm finally able to address it properly. Over the last few weeks I've been changing the direction of my therapy and my self-talk (reparenting yourself is HARD) and I'm feeling some improvement, but progress isn't linear so my burst of motivation the other night fizzled out, and I'm genuinely sorry for that.

So... yeah, I'm trying to come back and get those fics finished. I'm grateful for any of you willing to be patient with me. Consciously I KNOW I deserve any support willingly given to me by any of you, but I FEEL like I don't. So yeah. Thanks. <3

#long post #me irl #i'm sure i had a tag for original posts but i dont' know wtf it was #it's been awhile #I'm too damn old to already have so many regrets #i'm mourning a lot of goals i had once that are no longer options #or even things i'm not as interested in doing anymore #like i'm still sad i didn't do them in the first place even tho i don't wanna do them now #but some stuff i really do want to do #and i hope to regrow my childhood will power soon enough that i can do them #cuz yeah there is a proper midlife crisis going on now #i am halfway to death if i'm lucky #and my life has never been my own #so i'm trying to seize it back but it is really hard to do #I feel like tumblr is the only site that would know where this post is coming from #anywhere else i know it'd just be seen as a sob story excuse or something #i mostly just wanted anyone who's been an abuse victim in a similar way to realize that that's what it is #because i resisted accepting it for so long #and it cost me so much time

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