#im so so grateful to them!!! i love them!!!! the themes that their relationship and characters convey just !! IM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT!!!

[crescentfool]

i love ryomina

no but seriously. even when i’m thinking about other things that captivate my interest, i find myself coming back to them and feeling like i fell down three whole flights of staircases every time i do. they are one of my favorite pairs in media and are very special to me.

it’s the way that ryoji and minato’s lives are inevitably intertwined with each other due to the circumstances 10 years ago on the moonlight bridge. without no minato, there is no ryoji. minato as he is today is because of ryoji. they have irreparably affected each other’s lives that you cannot discuss one without bringing up the other one.

ryoji mochizuki, who is death, pharos, thanatos, nyx avatar, the man of many names and identities, is the perfect summation of p3′s messages and themes.

minato arisato, the wildcard and protagonist, who has boundless kindness in his actions despite the unfortunate cards handed to him.

the two of them complement each other and tell a beautiful story from start to finish.

minato’s personas capture this perfectly. he awakens to orpheus, who’s flames burns bright, is snuffed out by thanatos during the encounter against the arcana magician. a visual precursor of the idea that ryoji stole from the life that minato could have had.

it’s the way that over the course of the game as minato interacts with pharos, talking throughout the dark hour, forging a bond that cannot be broken, that allows ryoji to exist. minato humanizes death.

november. the bells toll, calling the appriser. and yet, it’s peaceful... quiet, and full of life. ryoji, who breaks free from death’s chains, refusing his role, is given the chance to live for a month. to make the most of the humanity that minato has given him over those ten years. and what a life he lived. ryoji’s life is a reflection of what minato’s life could have been like in another universe.

it is the way the two of them are reflections of each other. ryoji with his hair down is just like minato. they are both stubbornly committed to choosing to be kind, to love life, yet are chained down by the cards the narrative dealt them with. they finish each other’s sentences, knowing each other intimately in a way no one else does.

how is that, a boy who lived for only one month, profoundly changes the course of the narrative? he is simultaneously relevant and irrelevant. blink, and you miss it, the beautiful life that he led.

ryoji is horrified at the revelations of being the appriser. he who so desperately wished to forget that his existence was meant to bring the end to all life, was unable to escape the inevitability of death. in a non-human way, of course. he becomes remorseful. a shadow of his brief time as a human who was enamored by the small beautiful things that life had to offer.

he is swallowed by grief. grief knowing that his very existence will take away not only minato’s life, but everyone else’s. the very thing that ryoji loved- life, fundamentally went against the role he was born for- to be the harbinger of death. and unable to grapple with this sadness he believes that the best thing for minato to do is to kill him, so that SEES can live in bliss not knowing about their inevitable end.

SEES is left rattled, calling into question what the meaning of life is and what they do when faced against the inevitability of death.

and!!! minato chooses!! for ryoji to live!! even in spite of what ryoji is MEANT to embody, minato still stubbornly chooses to defy death itself! and if that’s not cool i don’t know what is!! minato wants everyone to have the chance to live!!

so he climbs. he ascends tartarus, to meet ryoji, again, who is now the nyx avatar. and i just think there’s something so so beautiful about being able to use messiah, minato’s ultimate persona, against nyx avatar.

messiah, being the fusion of orpheus and thanatos is peak ryomina to me. because ryoji and minato have established an unbreakable bond from having been entwined for 10 years, minato still has a piece of death with him, and by proxy!! ryoji is able to defy and rebel against nyx trying to bring the fall! and i think that’s fucking cool shit if you ask me!

even when all of the arcanas have been gone through, it’s still not enough to stop the fall. and yet. minato knows. in the way that ryoji was sealed in minato 10 years ago by aigis... minato becomes the great seal so that everyone can live. it comes full circle.

march rolls around. he fulfills his promise to SEES on graduation day. minato dies from exhaustion. but goddamn does his sacrifice make me weep- he’s had such, such a tiring journey. he’s been through so many things because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. but at the end of it all, he’s reunited with ryoji in death.

and i think this is why ryomina continues to evoke so much emotions for me, to this day. the relationship that they have embodies so much of persona 3′s messages and themes that it makes me feel like a microwave with nothing running in it.

p3′s message is very hopeful, for me. my favorite takeaway from it is that even if death is inevitable, appreciating the life that we were given and choosing to live as best as we can with kindness (even if we can’t feasibly do everything), is just? really nice? and you see this manifest in both ryoji and minato’s personalities and what they do for the other characters.

ryomina just feels so distinct to me, the flavor that their relationship ties back to my favorite takeaways from this game and im just!!  god!! i love you minato arisato! i love you ryoji mochizuki! im so glad that i could meet them! i’m happy that they changed my life! they made me want to appreciate the connections in life even if they were fleeting! they made me!! want to pay attention to the good moments in life and cherish them!

i love ryomina so much!!! i’m so glad that these two could bring so much joy into my life! and i hope that others can have this joy too! 💛💙

#lizzy speaks #persona 3 #ryomina #ryoji mochizuki #minato arisato #meta #long post #(literally) #HI SO UM YESTERDAY I COULDN'T FUCKING SLEEP so to cope i was like 'i will talk out loud about anything and everything' #and somehow that turned into me talking about ryomina out loud and something about verbalizing my thoughts made me feel crazy about these- #two again. i mean for the record i continue to love them always very dearly but like my p3 braincells sometimes go into hibernation bc- #ive been on a really huge splatoon kick. but anyway my voice was like cracking at 3am because i was tearing up #i was like 'THE!! IM! SO NORMAL ABT WHAT ORPHEUS AND THANATOS AND MESSIAH SYMBOLIZE' etc etc etc #so i kinda just went to sleep like 'ok well you GOTTA type it out. everyone needs to know about this.' #and um i didnt mean to make 1069 words! sorry! not really! but i love them!!! even if im very quiet these days! #ohhh how lucky i am to have had the chance to experience ryomina they are such a gem. they make me so goddamn emotional #they really mean a lot to me because of well. (gestures at the entire post) but also they came at a really good point of my life and FUCK!! #im so so grateful to them!!! i love them!!!! the themes that their relationship and characters convey just !! IM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT!!! #they've affected me so profoundly and deeply and i wish i could make better art to get this across. but its ok. one day i can. one day #they make me so fucking talkative like actually but um. i had a lot of fun writing this! i dont think ive had like. a proper appreciation- #post for them that articulates why i like them so much (unless you count the essays i write in my art tags) so it was nice to make this. #admittedly theres a lot abt p3 that im rusty on since its been a goodwhile since ive interacted with the source material #and in a way you could say that like. i need to renew my p3 license LMAOOO but god some parts of p3 still have such a huge death grip on me #and what i mean by that is that the big Fucking Events have such!! clarity!! in my mind!! i recall them and i wilt on the spot!! #oh god i cant fucking shut up. the tags are probably 500 words long. enjoy my ramble. i wish every ryomina enjoyer a Good Life <3 #actually no. i hope that EVERYONE on the dash today has something that sparks joy for them the way ryomina does for me. #everyone deserves 2 have something that makes their brain do a little excited dance that makes them blow up and explode. its good for u! #BYE FOR REAL this is why i have to post my thoughts very spread out otherwise yall would have so many WORDS on ur dash pls help i have so #many emotions and i am so tiny i cannot possibly fit all the feelings i have about ryomina and other things inside my tiny little body

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | grateful - j.m.

kinktober day nine - cockwarming

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 2.17k

summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.

an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹

reblogs, likes & comments are so very appreciated i love u guys 🥹

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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you. 

one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying. 

“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically. 

every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen. 

they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected. 

“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow. 

you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height. 

the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him. 

“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,” 

and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing. 

he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there. 

joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there. 

you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you. 

“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there. 

“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him. 

“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view. 

you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.” 

that made a small smile tug on his lips. 

“let me walk ya home,” 

so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you. 

“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?” 

“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,” 

“you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,” 

and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone. 

joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.

“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in. 

his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him. 

“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose. 

“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.” 

you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.” 

he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic. 

you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you. 

you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin. 

“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.” 

you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body. 

“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.

you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock. 

“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts. 

“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak. 

“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him. 

“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,” 

he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you. 

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt. 

“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder. 

you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.

“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you. 

“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway. 

he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely. 

but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy. 

“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there. 

“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep. 

“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck. 

“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing. 

“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,” 

“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin. 

“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in. 

he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin. 

“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before. 

he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good. 

so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit. 

he craved you, even in his sleep. 

and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed. 

so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake. 

joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratefulness. 

you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else. 

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[chococolte]

i adore your writing SO much its so detailed and expressive its amazing like im in awe??? even the old works you reposted i love it so much?!??? if its open still id like to request sagau with ayato and thoma (and any other if you want to add someone!!) and them maybe meeting their god or being praised?

Thoma already is such a sweetheart so i can imagine how he'd melt from even the slightest bit of praise, and ayato is such a prideful man but itd be so interesting to see how he pushes that aside for his god. Absolutely adore all the sagau works youve posted so far, imagining their wholehearted devotion and love in such a way is just 👌 cant wait to read more <33333

word count. 1.1k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obssessive thoughts/behaviors, religious & cult themes, sagau + cult au, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. nonnie r we about to kiss...? u know just how to make me write ur req... regardless, thank you so so much!!! i hope this is okay for you??? this is just u praising them since im working on a bigger work that'll have all my takes on the genshin men as worshipers, I hope u don't mind!!

ayato

Ayato is a prideful man.

Raised from birth to be the clan head after his father, Ayato has always been steadfast. He has to be. He has a duty to his clan, to his sister; to protect her from the darker side of politics, the back-stabbing and infighting; to protect the ones who he cares about the most, the ones who work underneath him and the ones who have put their trust into his command.

He works because he must. He lies and deceives, and with guile he crafts webs of intricate gossamer, lying in wait for an unfortunate individual stupid enough to cross him. Ayato's pride is deliberate, molded by his hands, by the azure glow of the vision at his hip— he is sagacious and determined, mature and mighty.

It is surprising, then, how easily he crumbles when with you.

The echo of your laughter, your refulgent eyes, the steady cadence of your voice and your dulcet tones; every detail of your being enraptures him with the ease of breathing, with all of the ease of sunlight seeping through verdant glades.

Your praise, whether light or ostentatious, leaves Ayato melting in his seat. It's unlike him— unlike the tall, dignified man of cunning and wit, to be so weak and defenseless to only your words; but the tides of his heart pull regardless, drifting to the moonlight of your smile. To feel the weight of your eyes on him leaves him preening, crooning at your slightest attention.

What pride Ayato has is discarded for this brief moment of peace with you, so he can revel in the euphoria your praise alights.

Your eyes crinkle at the sides, twinkling in the dim light of your private chambers. "You did good," you say. You say it so simply he feels silly for getting so worked up, foolish for the way his cheeks burn.

A soft ember of candle wax lights your face only slightly, an orange halo coalescing behind your head. Despite the twilight, Ayato does his best to impress your visage into his mind; the rim of ethereal light cupping your head like a sunset dipping beneath the sea, the flame's reflection dancing on your skin, the light glistening in your eyes like a blanket of stars. He drills it into his head, desperate to never forget.

You stare into the candlelight for a moment, then rise to your feet. You take small, measured steps towards him, then take a spot next to his seated figure.

"I'm sorry to have called you so late at night," you whisper. Ayato keeps his expression calm, showing no emotions on his face, despite the wild rhythm of his heart in his chest. "I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to speak to you privately, otherwise. But I truly am grateful for all you've done."

Without breaking eye contact, you reach forward and cusp his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the birthmark under his lips. His skin burns like electricity runs through the current of his veins, his nerves set aflame by the kindling of your touch.

"You're so good for me. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

Ayato swallows thickly, then with trepidation, softly leans into your hands.

thoma

Thoma's heart beats against his ribcage with all the fury of a raging fire.

He squirms where he sits in front of you, furtively rubbing his legs together. Thoma drums his fingers on his knees in an attempt to calm himself, trying to focus on the light sound of the rapping of his knuckles.

The mere thought of being alone with you is enough to send him into a frenzy, but the reality of it makes it difficult to breathe. You had fed him compliments before, simple praise— but still, enough for him to wish the moment would last forever.

Light bores down through the diaphanous curtains of your throne room, reflecting your glistening, specular throne. Carved into the pillars that hold you up are jewels and precious stones, ingrained and polished until they shine like the sun in the sky.

“Thoma.”

You say his name in such a particular way, entirely unique to you. It sticks out in his mind, burning like a pyre. The way your lips cup together to form every syllable, the soft click of your tongue hitting against the roof of your mouth. That you know of his name at all is a kindness; that you speak it aloud, a blessing.

He grips the fabric of his pants a little tighter, digging his nails into his knees. Thoma helplessly resists the urge to kowtow before you, staying seated peacefully by your feet. You asked for him to do no more, and to imagine you ever dissatisfied with him brings him to tears.

You are his God. He wants to kiss your feet, whisper words of worship and love— but you have not asked for that. You asked for him to sit, and so he does. No more, no less, despite the yearning that aches within him.

Thoma nods his head in understanding, untrusting of his own voice. His heart trembles, drinking in your being, draped in fine silks and ornate jewelry. You are effortless in beauty and elegance; next to you, every god only stands to look like a parody of the beauteous glory of your existence.

“You're so beautiful,” you say. You reach forward and cup his cheek, and his breath hitches in his throat. Thoma’s eyes haze over with fog, but a warmth courses through him past the mist. Warmth from you, from the light you provide. Heat like an undercurrent runs through his veins and brings him back to reality. “So pretty. So good for me.”

A faint blush dances on his champagne-tinted skin, softly embracing his face and ears. Thoma looks up and meets your eyes, watching as you smile and wrinkle your eyes in a way that makes his knees weak. He's never been happier to be seated.

“I'm so proud of you.” You twirl his hair in your fingers, playing with his messy locks, ignoring the red blooming on his cheeks. Thoma bites his lip in an attempt to keep himself silent, butterflies hopelessly fluttering in his stomach.

“Please,” he murmurs. It's both a plead for you to continue and for you to stop— his heart is weak enough as it is, even without your praise. Coupled that with even the faintest of your breath against his skin, and Thoma is struggling to keep himself composed.

You laugh, whispering. “It's okay. Let me show you how proud I am of you.”

#[🦇] — my writing #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin au #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #genshin self aware #genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #yandere male #yandere #yandere ayato #yandere thoma #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #gn reader #sagau ayato #sagau thoma #gender neutral reader

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words:1,834

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

PART ONE

PART TWO 

She sat at the bar in an empty, hole in the wall watering hole listening to a song that she danced to in Havana years ago. It put her in a better mood thinking of the man she danced with. The man that had stolen her heart even though she hadn’t wanted to fall in love. The song and the memory of the man lessened the rage in the very same heart. She started to sway to the music with an impossibly sweet drink in her hand. Gabby couldn’t forget the predicament she was in and of course there was the man sitting beside her, sipping his beer

“Why don’t you drink?”

“Allergic reaction”

“Oh yeah?”

“I break out in hand cuffs”

Will didn’t believe her, but he let her get away with the lie. There was no doubt that Gabby was tough, but she wasn’t the normal type of tough. It wasn’t a rage filled tough. It was a stubbornness. It was a ‘watch me’ tough but as she sat beside him dancing to the music while still sitting her seat. She intrigued him.

“What’s with that smile?”

“Memories”

“Oh-uh”

“Knew a guy”

“Cuban?”

“Puerto Rican but we spent a lot of time in Cuba”

“Dancing in the streets?”

“Yeah. In Cuba, in Barcelona, Portugal”

“So he was smooth, huh?”

“You could say that” she laughed “Still is”

“What happened?”

“He’s an aid worker. It’s hard to keep a relationship going when you’re pulling people out of the pits a hell half the time and on the other side of the planet”

“I don’t know how you do it”

“I only did it for a moment in time. I’m too empathic. It took a lot out of me. Especially when we came across kids, you know? I want to adopt ‘em and take them all home. It doesn’t work that way”

“Now you organise?”

“Correct”

“I can see why Pope needs you. Even if he is an ass”

Gabby laughed pulling the tie out of her hair. The colour reminded him of a glass of red wine or maybe that was the green neon sign above her that was making it look that way.

“He is right about one thing”

“What’s that?”

“I do owe Frankie”

“From what I know. Which isn’t a lot. He was doing his job when he found you”

“No but he broke protocol. They deemed the mission too high risk. Especially where I was but he still did it. He could have been fired or lost everything. He didn’t even know me at the time”

“He wouldn’t have it any other way Gabby. He loves ya”

“Ugh” she sighed rubbing her forehead “Why did it have to be Costa Rojas?”

“We didn’t pick the target”

“Santiago did”

“Are you noticing a theme?”

“At least Costa’s base isn’t in Brazil. You’ve got some distance. How did you move the palettes anyway?”

“We had transit vans but the guys driving got shot up and so did the vans”

“So he dropped you off in the slums with that much money”

“No one living there would be dumb enough to steal it. Rojas knows that. They are also smart enough that if they see something they know thats not for them to know. They’re not going to talk”

“You’ve got me there”

“Did you really stab Andrews with a pocket knife?” he laughed asking

“He grabbed my ass repeatedly after I asked him not to do it. Damn straight I did”

“Why didn’t you tell Frankie?”

“I wanted Andrews to stop. I didn’t want him to die. Anyway. That was a long time ago”

“Even Pope would have stopped him” She gave him an epic eye roll which only made Will practically fall over laughing  “What is it with you two?”

“I don’t know. I swear I’ve tried to get along with him. I swear but he does shit like this. He thinks he’s smarter than everybody. God, even his breathing sometimes grates on me. He’s the most self-important jerk I’ve ever met”

“We’re not meaning to turn your life upside down, Gabs”

“But didn’t you guys do this a few years ago. How much money is enough money?”

“We didn’t keep it, babe”

“What are you talking about?”

“We gave the money we did get away with to Tom’s kids. They don’t have to worry about anything anymore”

She looked him wide eyed and silent for maybe the first time since she landed.  Gabby shook her head before a stream of swear words flew out of her mouth.

“I hate this and now I hate you”

“Is that a yes?”

“I just don’t know how I can help you”

Will nodded his head understood where she was coming from. He got why she didn’t want to use anything with the non-profits name on it. They helped people that really needed it.

“We’re up a creek”

“Walking away isn’t an option?” she asked

“Nope”

“God damn it”

They’ll have to hide it and then move it and hide it while moving it. If Rojas found out their end wouldn’t be swift. She didn’t want that on her head. She needed something that the locals and authorises wouldn’t bat an eye at. She needed transportation and she needed it fast. Will watched the clogs in her head move fast, impossibly fast

“Gabs?”

She covered his mouth with her hand

 “Shh, I’m thinking”

She moved her hand and grabbed her phone before walking outside.

He watched her walk back and forth in the sidewalk for a while. Making calls, looking up this on her phone she popped her head back in the door.

“Hey handsome, do you know how to hot wire a car?”

“Yes”

“Let’s go but it’s not going to be a quick trip”

Will didn’t ask any questions. He just did what he was told. With women like Gabby that was the safest way to survive. That was truth in Will’s experience, at least.

 

 

#

 

Gabby and Will had been gone for five hours, the sun was dangerously close to rising and there hadn’t been no word from either of them. They knew that Will wouldn’t leave them, well he wouldn’t leave Benny. Frankie was starting to worry and Santiago was starting to curse her name, in his head at least.

“What if Rojas caught up with them?” Benny voice all their fears

“We would have heard by now” Santiago lied

“I shouldn’t have called her, Pope”

“Well, you did Frank and here we are. Will wouldn’t jump ship”

“Either would she, man”

“We have to come up with another plan”

“They will be here” Benny told them.

Suddenly an old beat up people mover stopped outside the favela. Two squeaky doors shut loudly before the missing two were standing back in their doorway

“Honey, we’re home” she told them slightly seductively

“Where have you been?”

“Cleaning up your mess, Garcia. You bozos wanna come help us unload?” She tossed an empty hessian coffee bean sack at him “We are in Brazil after all”

“What if they cut them open, Gabriela?”

“That’s why we stole full bags of coffee bean Also. Place the real beans on top of the bags full of money. They’ll cut into the bags we want to them to cut into”

“Two more van are showing up at five thirty this afternoon. So we have to move” Will told them.

“Leave ten grand out of the bags for the vans”

“Ten?”

“Yeah Garcia. For five grand we were going to get endless questions. Ten grand brought silence. You okay with that?”

“Guess I have to be”

“That’s what I like. Gratitude”

She rolled her eyes as he walked outside. Frankie stepped in front of her before pulling her into a hug

“Thank you”

“You’re still in trouble but I love you”

They both walked outside holding on to each other for dear life. Everybody quietly unpacked the van of empty bags. The tension that they had all been choking on was leaving them but Santiago just couldn’t help himself

“Where are we going to take this coffee when we are finished here, oh wise one?”

“I haven’t figured that part out yet”

“If only someone knew some else in Puerto Rico” Will answered almost gleefully

“Nope”

“Sebastian” Frankie answered pointing at her

“No. We are not getting Seb involved”

“He would do it, Gab”

“Who’s Sebastian” Pope practically spat

“Her fella” Frankie teased

“He’s not my fella”

“Used to be”

“I don’t know where he is right now. He’s an aid worker for Christ’s sake. He could be anywhere”

“Could you find out though?” Will smiled.

“If any person is more connected than you. Its Seb” Frank pleaded

Gabby rolled her eyes before pulling her phone out of her pocket, playfully growling as she walked outside.

The group started packing the bags with cash as Santiago stood near the window, listening to the conversation. Her voice was softer, you could hear the affection as she spoke. That was until she walked around the corner.

He walked over to Frankie

“Can we trust this guy?”

“Absolutely”

“I don’t like it”

“We are going to need more people to get this home and he would do anything for her. He’s a good guy. You wanted her for her connections, right?”

There was an uncomfortable silence filled the room as they continued loading the cash. Before she was standing in the doorway again.

“Bad news is that he is in Honduras. Good news is that if we can get to Venezuela. He can store it for us until we make other plans”

“How much did you tell him?” Santiago asked, probably sharper than he intended

“I said that we are in trouble, and it was a no questions situations”

No one said anything.

She hadn’t slept, she was at the end of her tether and likely to blow. Instead of sleeping, she packed bags with cash.

#

There were three beat up, different colours vans rolled up at five thirty. Gabby paid an elderly man the money and waited until they were long gone before the guys packed the vans.  She lent up against the green building. She tried to help the guys carry the bags, but the guys weren’t having any of it.

Once everything was carefully packed. Dummy coffee beans placed on top and around, they all felt a tiny bit better. Maybe it was being on the move that made them feel safer. There was still just under five days of driving ahead of them.

Although the thought of seeing Sebastian at the end of all of it made her feel better.

She was pale, she was tired, and she was trying to cover it. 

Everybody piled into the vans before Frankie stood in front of her picking her up at the knees, tossing her over his shoulder

“I wanna drive”

“No way. You haven’t slept in a day. Forget it. You’re a passenger, Princess”

“Ugh” 

He placed her in the car and she was asleep by the time they left the city

#pedro pascal #triple frontier #santiago garcia x oc #santiago garcia #romanticism #will miller #ben miller #benny miller #frankie morales #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund #charlie hunnam #netflix #the chain

[porcelainpillowprince]

about me .ᐟ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

read before following .ᐟ ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

hello !! you can call me myung (mi-ung) ! i'm 18, i use it/its , im a trans male + some xenos , and gay for my lovely boyfriend (taken) ! im a bottom leaning switch and 90% of posts will be bottom themed. this is a nblm/mlm centric account!!!!!

this is my silly little blog to get all of my horny brainrot out :]

my posts are light hearted nsfw writings both short and long form (when i get the time lol). i won't post any violent kinks or scenarios so you're safe with me here !! my posts are very in-the-moment and occasionally sappy and romantic because i don't see alot of that stuff!!! so i've taken matters into my own hands !! i don't take things to seriously here so i may often re/post stupid things or cute photos as well since this is my only account currently! (i may eventually start a sideblog for aesthetics or fandom things but we'll see!!)

i really do hope you enjoy reading ! i always love feedback on what you think or any ideas you'd want me to ramble about (i do love talking lol) my ask box is always open and i'd be grateful if you left any fun concepts , silly messages , or just a "hey i like your posts!" i do have some limits on what i will write but if you're unsure then don't be afraid to message me or drop it in anyways and ill always reply !! im very friendly don't be scared i don't bite (my posts say otherwise but i promise i wont bite you guys).

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hard kinks , r4peplay / cnc , women , fem-aligned , minors , ageless or empty page , chasers , fujoshi , ed blogs , people interested in flirting with me / sexting / relationship

all of these are insta-block on interaction (like, follow, reblog etc.) .ᐟ

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( may add more later .ᐟ )

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any hard or violent kinks , non-con , dub-con , drugging , omorashi/piss cnc , rapeplay , detrans , misgendering , torture , scat , gore , impact (receiving) , inflation , incest , vomit , hypno , gangbang/threesome/polyamory , primal , anything dead dove/ taboo , any usage of "daddy" regardless of ddlb/g involvement.

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- pretty boy

- good boy

- cuntboy

- prince

- slut

- (stupid/pretty) mutt

- (stupid/pretty) dog

- (sex) doll

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my rules for asks are fairly simple and i love answering questions .ᐟ

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ask questions about my blog or me , request specific writings or share ideas , ask my opinion or input on certain kinks or scenes (i enjoy learning about new things so pls share your favorites!) , ask for longer writings or for me to expand on a previous post

hmm.. ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

ask questions about my boyfriend (i have to check with them first lol) , ask to promote your blog (i gotta check it out first but usually yes!!!) ,

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ask for me to post photos of myself publicly or share privately , ask for onlyfans or other social medias , ask for writings about kinks i don't like or with concepts that i am uncomfortable with

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[seelestia]

OMG THE NEW NAVIA THEME IS SO CUTE??? i think it's safe to say that you definitely cooked, lia hehe >:3 /lh /gen

anyways! that's pretty much what it is when it comes to college and frankly? i just wanna get it over with like literally the only highlight to it is seeing my friends and spending time with my boyfriend 😭 but!! a social science major sounds cool! i'd say you have some pretty good goals set in mind and you can always take up a minor if you want to pursue the others :> (i did consider having music as a minor) and sure! the courses depend on what you pick really and the college/professor, online is just about the same as in-person if you have a lot of reading on a pc to do tbh. english classes are well. kind of like the ones in high school but college-leveled. just make sure you give yourself enough time to do assignments bc they can be painful :"D

HELP LMAO??? okay that's true though, the fontaine quest definitely made a splash and we really had to dip our toes in the water with it huh? anyway thats kind of the thing, the only similarity between bedo and lyney is that they actively flirt with me in their own way, and its funny bc i usually try to find someone whose personality complements mine bc im generally the quieter one compared to both (ah yes a reality tv show for me HJEKAHD) also yea! i think both of them really do have traits that make them stand out and frankly i wish they got more screentime (also i have yet to watch the 4.6 trailer ehehe)

same here to you!! i'm always happy to rattle off of your hcs and i enjoy talking about our selfships as well hehe (*^ω^*) and i love it when bedo calls me his "sweet violet",,like the way he says it is just so endearing? like the pitch of his voice always becomes softer and more affectionate jsjdksndj (yk its funny, my boyfriend does the same thing with me bc his nicknames are unique to me as well)

also i'm throwing another ramble at ya: imagine wanderer or ayato surprising you with breakfast in bed HEHEHEHE

awh thats oki! like i said, i'm always happy to indulge your selfships since i enjoy hearing about them :> /gen. honestly i wouldn't be surprised if wanderer did knock you softly on the head for thinking the flowers were from yato ajjdkshd (nah just put the hairpin in before he gets a chance /hj /lh) also i forgot to tell u im a sucker for floriography so i methinks wanderer could give you camellias which represent everlasting love. the hairpin ayato gives you is unique in design and had it specially made for you alone :3

and i quote from my irl friend: "bouncing off the walls gf x completely stoic unmoving statue bf" HDJAKDHSJ NOT ONLY THAT SHE COMPARED HIM TO A PIECE OF FURNITURE BC OF HOW STIFF HE IS IN PICTURES (but hey i give him credit for a cute smile <3) and he is very much a pretty boy even though he tries to deny it until i accept that he calls me pretty too BUT YEA QUITE LITERALLY OPPOSITES ATTRACT anyway pretty much, not all relationships are like yk. sunshine and rainbows so thats why i feel very grateful to have a healthy one. if anything, we're just both trying to do our best to make one another happy but thankies hehe (also nw! i dont think u sound like a grandma, i just like hearing u ramble ehhehe)

also im not rlly sure why ppl think 20 is old either like dang, sure my back hurts on occasion but i'm not a fossil 😭

AHHH THANK U, VI!! so it seems you agree that i... baked? :3c /lh HAHAHA navia is so sweet and silly. i just have to make her my theme! (++ as a homage to her for carrying me in spiral abyss 🫣) since i do put in effort whenever i do theme changes, it makes me happy to know others like it <3

i'll have you know that i'm a true enabler of dad jokes & puns. throw 'em at me! which reminds me: how does albedo react to your jokes? for me, ayato just thinks it's funny that i find them funny (he pats me on the head afterwards - A+ for effort). wanderer is just the epitome of unimpressed and sometimes, he'd even pull on my cheek a little if the joke is extremely unfunny LOLLL. the only one who'd ever indulge me is mr. shikanoin heizou ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) oh, woe is me!!! /lh

i see! ty for the perspective, vi <3 i'm gonna find it nostalgic to look back on this convo after i went to college. tho assignments really are a staple of uni life, huh? one of the times i thank highschool for instilling the habit of “work first, play later” in me. i imagine it's gonna be more painful however so i'll need to juggle rest & work 😭 hope you're holding up with yours!! <3

THAT'S CUTE!! i find it so funny that albedo himself is the paradigm for introverts but when it comes to flirting with people he finds intriguing, he's not here to play LMAO. how does he act 〜suave〜 so naturally?? smh i need those skills too /hj. lyney on the other hand... he takes it as an achievement if he manages to fluster you! the sleight of the hand is his bread & butter but he's good with his words just as well, no? voila! ✧ i am biting my fist UWAGHH. i am head over heels for the 'speaks to you / says your name in a softer voice' thingy but to witness it first-hand??? i'm so happy for you 🤭

WWHWHWHWH. ayato usually has the maids prepare our meals so he probably tells them to make it extra special. unfortunately, i'm more of a night owl than an early riser so by the time he brings the tray onto the bed, i'm just looking at him all groggy LOL. he thinks it's cute, taps my cheek and teasingly asks if this is all a ruse to get him to spoon feed me.... this man /aff. wanderer tho is a good cook so he does not play around with food or breakfast! but it's gonna take lots of coaxing to have breakfast in bed since “if it spills on the mattress, i'll demote you to the floor for a day.” i tell him about the existence of trays but he's still adamant. no fun 💔 /j

CAMELLIAS?! those happen to be one of my fav flowers!!! and the meaning too... i'm ahhdjwjejw /pos. he would tho!! wanderer canonically like wandering off in nature (oh, dearest sumeru), i think he picks flowers to bring back home. but sometimes, he'd rather observe them from afar: they're fleeting, after all. so he might as well leave them be to bloom to their fullest. yk.... i should buy some seeds these days and make a garden of our own. maybe it could be a surprise for him oooooo mhm mhm!! wbu?? does albedo or lyney indulge in making you breakfast in bed too hehe :3c (for lyney, i'm willing to bet lynette sponsored that breakfast /j)

NOT THE FURNITURE POSE HAHAA 😭

“smile!”

vi: 🌸🌷🎀🩷

bf: 🚪🚪🚪

/j but we appreciate the effort!!! i'm also not vv photogenic myself so i can relate badly with the furniture pose LMAO 😔 i prefer taking pictures of others instead! ayato is really photogenic. this is what happens when you deal with paparazzi /j & wanderer can be photogenic too but only in candid. he does not like staring at the camera. what a grumpy cat /aff +++ i saw the picrew you sent me! VI IT'S SO ADORBS AHHHH feel free to share more picrews of you & your f/o's anytime! i love love love them ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა /gen !!!!

#i'm still reeling over the camellias.... #floriography >>> #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest vi! 🍡 #selfships! 🧸

[xxlea-nardoxx]

hiiii ive been wondering about your au kids for a while but couldnt find much stuff on your blog so here are just questions that came to my mind

how did you come up with them?

where did they come from? i know they were born like that and im very curious

who is their malea? where did she come from? how did she adopt them?

what is splinter doing?

what is the exact relationship the cast have? (including malea)

im sorry if anything sounded weird or rude im just very interested in your au and want to learn more

Oh my god give me a minute- *sobs*

I could never be mad at someone asking me about my AU. Seriously, this makes me really happy. I'm grateful to provide you answers.😭

Also I'm sorry that you have difficulties finding stuff. I've talked lots about my AU before, but I guess I just don't have enough destinct tags for that. So I'm telling you something: Whenever I talk about my AU, I'll tag it as #Universes au rambling . That way you and others can find it easier! I'll tag it in this post too. I'm sorry if I made it too hard!!!

But now, onto the answers!

How did you come up with them?

Interesting question. You see, I'm very into Slice of Life content, no matter if fanfiction, show or movie. And since I like that so much and it gives a great contrast to the 2012 canon, I decided to have my AU be slice-of-life-themed. So they go to school and live a normal life.

And it's also where the canon universe comes into play. We know the canon 2012 timeline and how stuff played out. I wanted both parties to get a good glimpse at the others lives and how different they are. The Au kids were really surprised to see their counterparts living in an old abandoned subway station, being crime-fighting ninja and having to hide themselves away in the fear of being seen.

The Au kids aren't used to this. For them it is normal to walk the streets and live together with humans and anthros alike. They are surprised to hear that the 12!Turtles weren't even born like this, but rather got mutated by a mysterious substance. The lives of both groups are way different and I really like to show it off!

Where did they come from?

As you already said, you know that my AU kids were born this way. No mutagen ever entered their systems and they never heard of the ooze, before meeting the canon turtles. So now that begs the question: Where did they come from?

They were born 14-15 years ago, Lee and Raphie spending their first year of their live with their biological parents. Don and Mike were born about a year after that. Sadly, they didn't get to stay with their parents for long. It was for the better, though.

Who is Malea? Where did she come from and how did she adopt them?

Malea is simply a very kindhearted soul. She's always wanted to be a foster mom and got some of her first foster children in the form of the Au kids. Lee and Raphie were a bit over a year old and Don and Mike about three months. She fell in love with them at first sight and never wanted to give them back, resulting in their adoption.

This is not exactly how it works in real life, but I don't want it to be too realistic, so I don't really care about it. Sorry if it bothers anyone, but also not sorry. xD

What is Splinter doing?

Being dead, lmfao.

Okay no seriously, there's only one Splinter so far, who is the canon one. However, since my AU plays after season 4, he is already dead and thus the Au kids never got to meet him. They've seen him before on pictures and heard some stories when he was briefly mentioned by the canon turtles, but otherwise he's pretty much a mystery to the au kids. They also don't dare pry for anymore information, guessing their counterparts don't want to talk about it. They have already caught up on the fact of him being dead and the fact that their counterparts are orphans.

What is the exact relationship the cast has?

Malea and the au kids have a family-type of relationship. The Au kids have fully accepted her as their mother, as they don't remember their biological parents at all and never really built up a relationship with them in the first place. As such Malea is the only parent in their book and the most important person in their life.

The Au kids relationship to their counterparts is on friendly, brotherly terms. It, of course, takes them a while but at one point they all have accepted each other as brothers. Malea will end up accepting her fate as being a mother of eight kids, never missing out on giving the canon turtles affection and gifts. :>

The canon turtles on the other hand all take their time on accepting Malea as their new parental figure. Mikey is the first to call her mom, come to her for cuddles and help and give her the drawings he made (which Malea puts up on the fridge hehe). The others all do like Malea a lot, but simply cannot bring themselves to call her their mother (yet). However, they do start accepting her help and love, it just takes a while and Malea is happy with waiting. She does not want to push them, after all!

Thank you so much for your questions. It was quite a challenge to write out answers for them all, but I hope you are satisfied. Though if you have anymore questions, feel free to ask me. And again: The tag #Universes au rambling contains text posts and information posts like this one. I hope it's easier to scroll through this one. Have a nice day! :>

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt universes au #tmnt au #tmnt 2012 au #tmnt au kids #tmnt au don #tmnt au lee #tmnt au raphie #tmnt au mike #tmnt au malea #tmnt oc #xxlea nardoxx asks #xxlea nardoxx rambling #universes au rambling

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

One of my favorite bits about mi1 is that the initial team is half women, something that never occurs ever again. but I also think it’s sweet and I like that ethan has a girl squad especially because the later movies love to make up a woman with the exact same problem that Ethan has in that movie. It’s great!

somehow i never actually answered this but it's an excellent point and im thinking about it. yes I also love the MI1 team dearly and I'm grateful to mcq for steering us back in that direction (it seems) finally for dr2. and MI1 generally has some really fun women, max is so much of what makes MI1 great, so is Claire IMO. I have a complicated relationship with the way MI1 condemns Claire morally, which is a topic for another post, and weakens the MI1 themes to me as well as my overall feeling about how MI1 treats its women.

one thing MI does really well as a rule is giving ethan thematic parallels with the women he's paired with, making them a narrative foil instead of (or as well as) a love interest. Claire/Ethan parallels are essential to MI1 working as well as it does. Nyah/Ethan parallels are what save MI2 in my estimation. Julia/Ethan parallels are the weakest, and tbh i blame JJ Abrams for that, it's more of a situation where Julia is a conduit for Ethan's arc which...it makes sense given how much shit he's projecting on her but I would like it if she had a "reality" that resisted the "fantasy" and made her more of a thematic partner to Ethan. Maybe she's using Ethan as an escape too, maybe she needs Ethan to fill some thematically relevant emotional wound, anything that would center her mental state more in the movie, JJ. anyway moving on--jane/Ethan! Jane is not a love interest at all but she's a massively interesting narrative foil! Ilsa/Ethan is fascinating, Ilsa's arc has so many echoes of MI2, MI3 era Ethan. Ilsa incorporates Ethan's showmanship, his physicality, his earnestness, while still having her own "code." She's a killer, she's a fighter, and she is way less passive than Ethan in reaction to getting hurt. fucking Alanna/Ethan is a whole can of worms that i think about no joke every single fucking day recently but in a phrase alanna embodies Ethan's corruption in MI1 that ethan has been running from and hiding from everyone for a very long time now. And she's a strong parallel with MI1 Ethan and i would argue Max and Claire, the corrupt power-hungry women. Grace/Ethan, Grace embodies the criminal past Ethan is finally ready to accept as part of him, and her arc of being able to make the radical choice to protect others is the culmination of the entire franchise. Anyway to get into the weeds a bit i have an issue with MI and it's that the women are young. Angela Bassett is a nice exception in Fallout but her role is minor and administrative. I just wish Ethan had a powerful narrative foil that was his age. He's survived so much, he's one of the only people who's lived as long as he has in this business, and I think it would be really cool for him to be interacting with another player in the field, where you feel their age and the weight and power of it, and have that character be a woman. Idk this is why in my unrealistic fantasies claire survived mi1 to replace kittridge's role in DR1, obviously that's not in the control of mcq or anyone but it would just be so cool. Anyway that's my only beef with MI's treatment of its female characters, which is generally so much better than I normally see. I get so irritated when movies try to make me invested in a relationship based on attraction rather than a thematic connection between the characters, and part of that is that I've been spoiled by MI, where female characters play such meaty roles and have their own arcs alongside and in parallel/conflict with ethan.

#some long rambling thoughts for you 1 month late<3 #excellent ask thank you!!!!!!! #mission impossible

[nyoomzz]

Thanks for answering my ask about why I suddenly love BL and GL more than het romance....I'm grateful to know that there is someone who also knew how I feel....

Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 7) favorite BL and your top 3 (or top 5) favorite GL? And why do you love them? Sorry if you already answered them....Thanks again....

hiii no problem! sorry this took a while to answer im always bad at choosing top picks so this time i just went with my favorites that i consider still haven't seen talked about that much :D

(the titles with a star next to it are mature themes and/or has nsfw scenes, please don't read them if you're still below 18 years old)

yuri:

- *tsukiatte agete mo ii ka na (how do we relationship): i love how simply candid and honest it is at portraying messy relationships between not-quite-adults doing their best to grow. i really enjoy where the story is going because it's something you rarely see in manga!

- ohana holoholo: i wish there's more family-themed gl but im always happy we have this! it's painfully sincere and i love how we dive in into their lifes and see how they're involved with the bigger cast of characters

- shoujo manga protagonist x rival-san: a bit more of a lighthearted comedy, taking the standard trope of shoujo protagonist vs the love rival and putting a silly sapphic spin on it which is something that i absolutely need. its cute moments really shine through!

- yuri de naru ❤️ espoir (yuri espoir): my beloved that i can never shut up about. the cute artstyle takes you in a fun spin on meta commentary of yuri tropes only to slowly reveal that things might not be as sweet and happy as it seems... no one is doing it like them

- yuri to koe to kazo matoi: revolving around the feelings of women finding their place in the world, chasing for what they truly want. this is a bit of a spoiler but it centers around characters in the aromantic and asexual spectrum which makes it even more special to me!

bl:

- *iki dekinai no wa kimi no sei (breathless momentum): i love everything from the premise to how they grow to care about each other, it's hilarious and cute and their dynamic will always remain one of my favorites ever

- *tabun kore kara ai no hibi: the main theme about the joy and pain of creating just resonates so hard, the main characters' struggle portrays it very well and seeing the growth really made me happy!

- tonari ni: natsume ono's paneling and writing is just so special, there's this somber quality to it that absolutely draws me in. it complements very well the quiet yearning in the story

- *tenjite koi to iki: tbh this is just an excuse to talk about hayane dento's works, i always have a hard time choosing a favorite because they all have such great writing! i think about this one the most because of how melancholic it was paired with their beautiful storytelling

- boku no papa to papa no hanashi: ive read a lot of family-themed bl but this will always take the cake! the love this little family have for each other and how they grow together will always get to me

- *link and ring: just an absolutely loving relationship, you can see how much the main couple cares for each other it's just so sweet to read!

- achira kochira bokura: more slice of life than bl really and that's why it's so dear to me, it's a very natural depiction of two boys with opposite natures slowly being part of each other's lives. there's a sequel too!

#wow this is so long #i take yuri and yaoi very seriously

[easy-revenge]

AKIMENO FIC RECS I GOTCHUUUU

I Don't Smoke - by bakakaneki (A Grief Fic™, aka my favorite genre.)

salvage - by lunaunscripted (Lunaurelle) (A slightly fluffier take on episode 7.)

EASY REVENGE - by miehczyslaw (pre-canon, earlier on in their relationship)

if you're going to break yourself - by somewherels (tinuvhiel) (Some nsfw, but only for Angst Purposes™. Character study.)

seconding whoever recommended Graveyard Shift - by heyday (liimbo) (Pre-canon, probably the closest to being at peace they can ever realistically be. Good dose of body horror in this one.)

I also just finished Engines of Want - by cicadabug. (Pre-canon character study, the longest fic on this list. It gets slightly fucked-up--though in a way that I think makes sense for them--and I don't know if that's your thing or not, but I thought it was very well-written and found it to be a very satisfying read, and this list would feel incomplete without it.)

(Also...thank you for your work on the akimeno playlist. I have discovered so many great new-well, new to me-songs because of it! Gonna go listen to "Gilded Lily" 10000 times while I sob, now.)

oh i am vibrating with excitement to check these out.

thank u sm. for reference in case of future recommendations i am in fact fine with anything, from ratings to themes.

i love tragedy and seeing my fav characters go through all kinds of fucked up shit what can i say dodmdbsisms

what i also wanted to say for the other ppl who are also gonna see this post is that ive read "if you're going to break yourself" and i changed my brain chemistry.

i have a dozen asks in my inbox rn about himeno and literally this character study could answer all of them. the characterization is so good. it's been a huge inspiration for me and my interpretation of himeno.

i go back to reread it frequently.

thank you again for the recs im always so so grateful. and im so glad you're enjoying my playlist <3333

#answered #akimeno #akimeno fics #chainsaw man #himeno #aki hayakawa

[little-mouse-gardens]

🌸Rottmnt oc head-cannons🌸

Part 1 : Marcy

So I’m gonna be doing hcs for sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie but I won’t be going in order. This will just be random hcs I have for them as well as their relationships with the turtles.

Right now Im gonna start off with Marcy!

- marcy likes to go thrift shopping for old clothes she can re-vamp, somehow comes home with like a box full of clothes and fabrics. Uses as inspiration for designing new clothes and items in her sketchbook.

- has a space in her room for Donatello to come hang out and relax if he needs a little bit of peace and quiet away from his brothers. Makes sure none of the gadgets he makes over in her room are messed with or damaged.

- her and Donatellos first date took place at an 80s themed pizza restaurant. They gave each other a gift, he made her a upgraded version of a switch and she made him a purple satin jacket with his genius tech trademark and his name on the back.

- one of her favorite snacks is strawberry pop-tarts and mini waffles

- her and Donnie like to learn from one another. They listen to each other info-dump about each others interests and hyper-fixations. The both of them do enjoy and love working together, she may or may not have her own workbench in his lab and a spot in the turtle tank.

- Marcy cannot stand the feeling of cotton balls against her skin. She claims it makes her want to curl up on herself, so she goes out of her way not to to come into too much contact with them.

- marcy and Donnie like to make care packages or get gifts for each other. She personally goes out of her way and buys him a new weighted blanket after he makes her an automatic paint brush cleaner since she told him her hands are cramping.

- Marcy’s theme song would be curses by the crane wives

- Marcy has a pair of glasses Donnie made for her when he confessed to her (he accidentally broke her og ones-he thought the new ones she got were much more durable)

- always has some form of paint splatter or art related mark on her skin even if it seems small

- organizes her art supplies and sewing supplies by color and type.

- has two closets in her room to hold the clothes and items she makes and revamps

- Can’t stand when her pillow is warm. Like it physically makes her angry

- mostly has random art travel supplies and every day items in her messenger bag that she Carrie’s around. (Also an extra pair of glasses just in case they get broken)

- Seasonal allergies are her worst enemy

- good at Digital and traditional art. Loves making stuff into charms, buttons ect. Made matching genius built charms for Donnie and herself

- Enjoys the sights and sounds of thunderstorms until the wind picks up (loud wind? Not the biggest fan)

- takes incredible care of her guppies and goldfish. The koi fish she got has a separate tank from the guppies. Likes to ad natural occurring plants into the tanks and tries to make a self sustaining healthy environment for her fishes.

- Marcy wasn’t diagnosed with autism until she was in elementary school when the girls mother Adrianna, a nurse, was finally able to get a doctor to listen. Is super grateful that her moms understanding and fierce nature, plus she was the first person to teach her how to draw.

- farming and fantasy rpgs are her favorite games

Some hcs for Donnie and Marcy

- Donatello enjoys holding hands with Marcy. Giving them a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the feeling of her hand laced in his. The warmth and softness of them. A silent but affectionate gesture they share with each other.

- Donnie thought she’d be bored by all the rambling about his tech and how it works, but was surprised to see she was actively listening. She remembered a few parts he needed and actually brought them by the next time she and her sisters came over to the lair.

- his favorite thing about Marcy, other than her personality, is the way she smiles. Something about the way the corners of her eyes crinkle and the lopsided sweet smile she can have makes his emotionally unavailable bad boy heart flutter

- always fixing each others goggles and glasses. Both absentmindedly and intentionally. Donnie always keeps a spare on him for just in case hers breaks and she always makes sure to clean his goggles off for him.

- team up against the purple dragons all.the.time, their second date literally was going great and the purple dragons almost ruined it and had to be dealt with

- after several trusting moments, Donnie does allow Marcy to examine his soft shell. She is super careful and constantly asks him if he’s okay or not. Compliments his shell and his mutation, which may or may not have caused him to happy churr and have tail waggles at the same time

- physical contact gets built up over time, but there is no doubt that the both of them are cuddle bugs with each other after they take it slowly. Especially during winter and fall.

- both of them Defiantly pick up on each other when one or the other are having a sensory overload or uncomfortable in a situation. Marcy won’t hesitate to gently pull Donnie to the side somewhere quiet and lend him her noise canceling headphones. Gives him a comfort snack or drink and just tries to be there for him if he needs her.

- the same with Donnie. Keeps a literal notes of what she likes, dislikes ect. What textures, tastes, sights and sounds she is uncomfortable and makes sure to help her avoid them as much as possible.

- hating slimy textures or residue solidarity 🤝

- donnie keeps a bunch of notes and information about Marcy’s likes and dislikes alphabetically

- Marcy is honestly Not afraid to call donnie out for being in the wrong. Even if it’s small. For example in the mystic library, she pointed out the fact that he should have just written the location down. Stating that despite his genius mind, he’s got a bad habit of being a bit too overconfident

- Definitely dance with one another to 80s music. They Work on getting better at dancing all the time.

#rottmnt oc #oc : marcy #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #oc x canon #oc headcanons #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #writing #rottmnt

[ddarker-dreams]

Hi Lock! I just finished HWR and had to give my praises. There is probably not enough words i could say to describe how amazing your writing is to me. Some moments had me giggling and kicking my feet, and others fanning my face from the dialogue. Tbh Chrollo move OVER im going after Ms. Avalor.

Out of the few side characters you wrote for that story, Ash is no doubt my favorite. I love their spunk and the way with I imagine their nen ability, it seems so funny to me. Also Pakunoda’s relationship with HWR reader is so sweet to me, i nearly shed a tear <3

AA thank you so so so much for reading it and your kind words!! i was just thinking about how it's crazy that it's been over two years since i wrote the first chapter... there are some elements of the story that i would've done differently had i written it now, but i'm happy with it overall. the work definitely holds a special place in my heart, so whenever people engage with it, i feel deeply appreciative 😭

honestly ?? i have a big crush on ms. avalor myself. i love women with swords. while getting in the headspace to write for her, i learned a lot about myself... which came as a surprise, since our morals are completely different HJTEGNKRM so i'm grateful to her for helping me work through some things i didn't even realize i needed to work through. she is very special to me. 💖💖

AN ASH APPRECIATOR ... your taste is immaculate. they are without a doubt my favorite OC. i had some underlying themes i wanted to express with the avalor siblings (estella — malicious conformity, HWR reader — undecided between conformity or resistance, ash — resistance), and i just love the spunk ash expresses. they have this refreshing bluntness that's fun to write. my attachment to them grew exponentially when working on their character arc.

the latest chapters of hxh that revealed more about the phantom troupe make HWR reader and paku's relationship all the more precious imo. by caring for HWR reader, pakunoda is by extension helping chrollo out 😭 of course, paku has come to care for HWR reader, but initially, she sorta Saw the potential between her and chrollo. two wandering beings without any real grasp of their identity, weighed down by the burdens they've been forced to bear... paku felt HWR reader might be the key to chrollo's predicament of "coming to understand himself". but that's a whole separate essay. thank you for appreciating their relationship!! it's one of my personal favorites in the series, as you can probably tell hjtkrme

#hell within reach #sweet asks #answered #Anonymous

[littlecarmine]

best bestie, hiiiii!!!! i had to come in and say hello because i missed a few days and then i saw your GORGEOUS theme!!! this episode truly gifted us with the most beautiful lighting and you made the most of it!! also the not a serious person sidioakdodjd i also needed to scream in your inbox about the latest episode because oh my god?? got me so emotionally destroyed i couldn’t even process anything and had to pause several times during the karaoke scenes because i couldn’t handle it 😭 we will truly miss out succession sundays, but until then we will thrive with the best show on tv 🤩

okay, going to catch up on all the gorgeous gorgeous sets i missed!! i hope you had the most amazing tabitha tuesday (and she WILL be back!!) and wishing you the best jess wednesday (who is back and as iconic as ever!!) love you so so much and forever grateful for you!! 💕💘💗💓💖💕💘💗💓💖💕

best bestie hiii!!! i hope your mini tumblr break was amazing for u and that it was the best weekend <333

im so happy u came to my inbox bc i need to scream about succession with u!!! youre so right- i dont know what to do when it ends. im consumed by it!!! and last ep left me emotionally destroyed 😭

its so frustrating how logan destroyed them all sm that they can never stay on good terms. they had ONE EP of unity and now 💀. u know that roman meeting with l*gan is going to ruin their relationship. shiv will probably blame kendall or something dumb ssksks and once again they will all be on different sides

im a little worried about whats going on with kendall but the focus on shiv has been so interesting. seeing her self-destruct without tom reveals how much he stabilized her. and i cant stop thinking ab the scene with caroline last season where she talks about how logan hurts who he loves to see if they come back. there was always that parallel with tom but the comparison between logan and shiv is more obvious now. theyre both losing it over the people who are supposed to love them not coming back

also her sabotaging deals to get back at logan is just like logan being willing to pay over $20 BILLION for pierce in s2 partly bc he hates nan pierce. sadly shiv doesnt have his business sense just his rage 😔. BEST BESTIE ITS JUST SO GOOD

#h answers #ana🍄 #im sorry for screaming so much i just dsjkfhsd #my daily thank u for accepting me for being this way 💀 #succession spoilers #succession

[damienthepious]

aughghg. bonding.

let the roots absorb the pain (chapter 3)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ao3] [ch 4] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Sir Damien

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Injury Recovery, (referenced. will likely come up more in later chapters), difficulty accepting help, (a reoccuring theme with this rilla i’m finding. alas.), Self-Worth Issues, Pre-Relationship, Romantic Tension, Emotiona Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Arguing, (written for LKT but the lizard doesn’t feature so! not going in the ACTUAL tag)

Fic Summary: Sir Rilla the Relentless slowly, slowly heals. In more ways than one.

Fic Notes: ahhhh man i’m nervous about this one. also reminder that the idea of Knight!Rilla and Herbalist!Damien invaded my brain courtesy of the designs by @thetrainfromnowhere​ !!! This fic is basically a follow-up to the first one in the series, but that one stood alone fairly well so i didn’t want to make THAT a chaptered thing. This one, however, will takes some… time, to work through. Title from the song Trust, by Lucy Dacus. Love That Album…..

Chapter Summary: Another cup of tea with the herbalist.

Chapter Notes: doing my best after yet another 6 day work week. whenever there's a monday bank holiday my fucking boss takes himself a nice four day weekend and MY week drags out from wednesday to monday. death despair dismemberment et cetera. anyway im FINE and the writing was okay today, actually. wanted to get this next one out for a while. Sir Rilla!! i love her!!!

~

The tea is... fine. Rilla thinks that maybe Damien tried to make it a little stronger for her, actually. Longer steep time, or more leaves, or- whatever, she isn't sure. But it does taste a little less like nothing.

She doesn't mention it.

She doesn't mention much of anything, actually. She lets Damien lead the conversation, happy to pretend that it's a genuine choice and not a matter of not knowing what the fuck to say to him. He seems content enough, or at least willing to take it as a win just have her sit down with him again.

He talks mostly about Marc and Tal, for the first while, and his worry about their well-being while they're off adventuring and Damien is... here, in his cottage, mixing medicines and meditating and reading.

"It's almost as if Marc delights in making me worry," he half-sings, smiling towards the window, and Rilla's stomach does a weird little twist.

"That doesn't sound out of character," she mutters. "He likes being a pain in the ass."

Damien's smile widens, fond, and he glances towards her. Her own mind fills in the thought, must run in the family, though Damien doesn't actually say it. She buries a laugh anyway.

"It's easy to feel attached," he murmurs after a moment or two, his hands curled around his mug as it gently steams. "Responsible, perhaps. But it isn't as if I can do anything for them while they are out from under my roof, of course. All I can do is make the medicines Marc needs, and ensure that I'm here and ready, when they do need help."

Rilla rolls that thought over in her head slowly, then sighs. "That... sounds like plenty to me. More than most people would do." She pauses as Damien ducks his head, his expression tilting into something shy and grateful. "More than any of the Citadel doctors ever did," she adds in a vicious hiss.

"Hm," Damien says with a tone of agreement. "A combination of prejudice, lack of training, and unquestioned tradition have not particularly helped the situation," he says wryly. "I'm only glad that I could help."

Rilla doesn't know what to say to that.

(Her own early experiments into painkillers to help Marc, before-)

She shakes her head. They lapse into silence for a while, but- Damien doesn't seem bothered. He picks the conversation back up when it feels natural, telling her about a time early in his friendship with Marc, when it was Tal who wound up hurt. Only a dislocation, thankfully, but-

"It was the first time that I had ever seen Marc treat a situation with complete seriousness," Damien murmurs, his eyebrows knitting together with a wry sort of fondness. "I had seen him injured a number of times previous to that, but he had taken every injury with humor and apparent lack of care. When it came to his brother, however..." he sighs. "It was then that I realized that he truly did trust me, and... I was grateful, for that. Grateful to have people I could call friends, and all the more grateful that I could keep them healthy, hale, and hearty."

They've never told Rilla any of that. The fact that Marc's been hurt that many times, the fact that Talfryn even got hurt in their questing without Rilla-

She would have told them to stop, is the thing. She would have told them to stop running off on their own and to just stick with her, where they could protect each other.

But they aren't exactly going to prove themselves into their own knighthoods if they're always on Rilla's heels. They all know that. She tries to stay close to them anyway, but... sometimes it just doesn't work out.

"Ah, I apologize," Damien says, his lip curling into a self-conscious smile when she blinks and glances towards him again. "I fear I have steered the conversation into rather more self-indulgent territory. What I mean to say, I think, is that I care rather dearly for your brothers, and I am always glad to hear that they are doing well."

Something else Rilla doesn't know how to respond to. She tries a nod; that seems safe enough, and takes a longer sip from her mug to avoid the need to speak for a little bit longer.

He doesn't seem like he's too bothered.

The conversation continues to meander (Rilla can't help but imagine the twisting banks of the river out back), Damien rambling about his day, his recent trouble with some pests in his garden, a bird species he couldn't quite identify before it flitted away...

Shockingly, Rilla doesn't find herself bored. Maybe it's just refreshing to talk to - listen to - someone who isn't another meathead knight, someone who wants to say something besides bragging about his latest kill or new weapon or civilian conquest or some other bullshit. He's a weirdly good talker, for someone who lives way out here on his own. Maybe he just saves all his storytelling energy up for when he does have visitors, or something.

At some point, and she really isn't sure how it happens, after the fact, but- at some point she winds up showing off some scars. It's just a bite mark on her wrist at first, but he makes this wide-eyed face, all pouting distress, and it's just so funny and, well, cute that she just keeps going.

Nothing untoward, to use a word that Damien would probably pick, but- she's got more arm wounds than body shots anyway. She's usually pretty damn good at blocking. He must have gotten a look at some of them when she was out cold the first time she came here, but obviously it's different when she isn't actively bleeding and she's awake to explain how they happened.

She's got a particularly nasty burn splashed across her left shoulder, a more recent addition, and Damien makes a noise when he sees it, a tiny breathless... whine, maybe? And he purses his lips into such a sad little frown that Rilla can't really help herself. She laughs- cackles, in fact, and shoots the herbalist a sharp sort of grin as he tries to plead with her with only his face.

"I don't know what you're giving me that face for, Damien," she says, still half-laughing. "I can't exactly do anything about it now. It's just a scar."

Damien huffs. "No, yes, of course I know that, but that does not mean such a sight-" he pauses, huffs again, shakes his head and hops up to stand from the table, turning to the shelves on the opposite side of the room from the kitchen. "I could make a cream for that, in fact," he tosses over his shoulder, his face focused and intent, now. "I imagine it still itches, at times, yes? It looks as if it healed decently, but a little bit of care..."

It does still itch, actually. Now that he mentions it.

Rilla stands as well, more slowly. She tries to make the motion look lazy, and not just like she's half-wincing against her more recent injury, which seems like a stupid thing to do after the fact, considering that Damien isn't even looking at her. He's too intent on a bunch of jars of herbs, and bottles of liquid solutions he pulls from a different cabinet.

"You really don't have to do that," she tries, though she has a feeling that it's already a lost cause.

"Nonsense!" he chimes, confirming her suspicions as he continues pulling things out of his cabinets and cupboards with the grace and confidence of a dancer. He hasn't started mixing anything yet, but he's clearly on a mission anyway getting all his... whatever, materials together. "It's terrifically easy to put together, I assure you. In fact-"

He turns towards her, all that focused intensity on his face honing in on her again, his brown eyes bright and enthusiastic. Rilla forces herself not to take a step forward, or a step back.

"Damien, I'm not even comfortable with the other stuff I owe-"

"Hush. None of that, I've been perfectly clear on the subject and I will not be discussing it again. Not just at the moment, at least."

Rilla blinks, a little stunned by the firmness in his tone, and he gives another smile.

"In fact-" he half-laughs. "Oh! Yes, of course, that would be perfect, wouldn't it? Come, come join me here. I have everything together, and most of what's required is fairly easy to acquire, especially in the Citadel." He gestures, quick flapping hands urging her closer, and despite herself Rilla is curious enough to approach.

"What are you talking about, Damien?"

"I can show you!" he sings, turning towards her with such a wide, enthusiastic smile that she almost doesn't process his words. "Look, look here, it's a very simple cream and it will help particularly with burn scars, reducing the itching and potentially the scar tissue altogether if-"

Rilla feels like she's swallowed a fist-sized chunk of ice. Her face feels weird, like she's wearing some brand new expression that no one has ever seen before.

"Damien."

"No, it's perfectly alright." His smile softens, and he reaches as if to take her wrist, to guide her hand towards the stone bowl on the counter. "I assure you, it's quite simple and if we start with the calendula, here, and take-"

"Damien," she repeats, more firm, and then she pulls her hand back. A little too sharply. "Stop."

"I..." Damien blinks, confidence draining as he looks towards her. His mouth twitches, a more uncertain smile. "I don't... have I done something wrong again?"

Rilla grits her teeth. "There's no again, Damien, but- I don't- just- stop."

"Stop..." he tries to meet her eyes. She balks, looking towards the window instead. "What? I just thought... I thought that if I just... if I showed you how, you wouldn't need to feel beholden to-"

Something small and sharp snaps somewhere inside of Rilla.

"Stop," she repeats, in something like a hiss. He freezes, and Rilla tries to take a deep breath. It gets caught somewhere in her throat, though, and she exhales between her teeth before she continues. "I know that you know who I am, Damien."

Damien furrows his brow, clearly uncertain. "Well... you are Sir Rilla, of course."

Rilla flattens her mouth, ducking her head and staring at him very pointedly, and after a moment or two he twitches an awkward grimace and continues.

"The... Sir Rilla the Relentless? Yes?"

She frowns properly, then. "Before that. I know you know. Say it."

He blinks, and she knows he's got it, then. He drops his gaze, his shoulders stiffening.

"I- it isn't-"

"Say it."

"S-Sir... Sir Rilla," he says slowly, "of Exile."

"And you know what I was Exiled for?"

He looks away, something panicky on his face. So. She's scared him again. Great.

"Say it," she says again.

"Er... witchcraft. Allegedly."

And that-

Punctures some of the steam trying to build up in her ribcage. Because that's what Marc always says.

She takes another slow breath, as well as she can.

"I got what little was left of my life pulled out from under me because my parents got caught fucking around with magic in medicine and then I tried to look into the same thing," she says, tone flat. "So why would you think that trying to show me how to mix my own medicines would be a good idea, Damien?"

Damien flushes, visibly uncomfortable, twisting his hands in front of himself. "Be... because I thought..." he swallows. "Because I did not think, in fact," he says, his voice gone muted and meek. "I apologize, Sir Rilla. I did not mean to..."

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad, Damien," she says through her teeth. "It's just a bad idea. And I've- I've wasted too much of your time, anyway. Don't worry about the scar cream. I'll just."

She gestures, preemptively turning, avoiding Damien's eyes. He makes another noise, a gasping sort of distress, but he doesn't say anything, or try to stop her as she moves haltingly towards the door.

She makes the idiot move of glancing over her shoulder before she opens it, though, and Damien-

He might be the most expressive person she's ever met. She wonders if that comes from living alone, too. He radiates guilt, and sadness, and- loneliness.

"I'm sorry," he blurts, and then he bites his lip.

"It's fine, Damien." Her head still feels weird and full and cottony. She absolutely can't talk about this. "Don't worry about it."

"I wish I would stop prompting all of our visits to end in argument," he says in a strained voice, almost a groan. "It is rather the opposite of my intent, I assure you."

Rilla-

Inhales. Exhales. Takes her hand off the handle of the door. Turns to look at Damien more fully.

"I'm going to go outside while you mix that," she says, trying to sound less tense than she feels. "I don't like the way calendula smells. Come out when it's done and we can have another normal conversation before I leave. Okay?"

She's never seen anyone deflate so fully with relief, before. He clings to the counter like it's holding him up, his smile wide below eyes that look just a little too bright.

"Of course, Sir Rilla," he says quietly. "That sounds... that sounds delightful."

Rilla nods, and then she opens the door, inhaling the rich clean scent of Damien's garden as she steps outside.

Okay. See? She doesn't have to completely ruin everything.

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #lizard kissin' tuesday #(alas. still no lizzer) #sir damien #amaryllis of exile #relentless #knight swap au #let the roots absorb the pain #wahhhhhh #let me know if any of the formatting breaks i had a fuck of a time doing this one for some reason. im tire.

[sun-undone]

First and foremost, well done on a season, three recap of OBX 👏🏾  you never cease to fail, with being thorough with your communication and personal opinions on the show with valid insight that ( I feel) gives the pates a run for there money if they ever get a chance to listen to your podcast.

Now..

It was ABSOLUTELY frustrating not seeing the group together building friendships as it’s been in the OG seasons. If there’s any main reason the season suffered it’s because of that for sure.

Im happy big John had his one season and got out😂 that dude messed up half of the season pulling John b away from the group for his treasure hunt. And even when they all United, the guy definitely showed his true shallowness.

But it makes sense on why you mention what Cleo said with pope. “You have a lot to lose before you have nothing” this phrase is the staple of this season as there never really all together. By the end of it they remember they really only have each other to lose. P4L

And I don’t believe the pates are gonna grant your wish of taking topper fully out sadly. On all the OBX 4 promotion stuff toppers tagging along with them everywhere they go. But as long as sarah struggles with daddy issues topper will always be on the back burner lol.

Similar to you I don’t understand why they don’t go deeper with Mike’s past. ( hopefully I’m not speaking to soon😬) but if jiera is gonna be a thing in season 4 I feel like they should atleast explore it more.

- Rafe looks like the type to bring a gun to a fight so I’m not sure I wanna see him and fight JJ. This could be crazy to say but I can see rafe being hell bent on revenge towards the pougues in season 4 and either switching sides help them for some crazy reason. I low key don’t want to lose rafe though he is a lunatic.( but I’m not as good as you are with these prediction 😂)

What I would love for you to talk about in a future episode on diver down:

- a recap of jirera journey of a friendship to relationship from season 1-3

- what might Cleo’s past look like and how will it effect pope or the group?

- now that the pogues will be on a completely new adventure with this new treasure opportunity do you think along they the way a new Pogue gets introduced? Since everybody else is boo’d up 😂 now.

-As you said I look forward to seeing them go back to the basics of what the organic OBX shows was I hope they don’t Rush too much into heavy drama right off the back in season four and they allow us to adjust to the characters and how they’ve changed for ATLEAST two episodes.

Thank you for the season three recap 🤘🏾🥂

first off, thank you so much for always taking the time to be so kind and supportive and to start discussions like these!!!! it's all very very much appreciated and i'm really grateful to be a part of this community that's so passionate about our stupid little boat show 🤗

i already talked a ton about the lack of pogues and Big John and the nothing to lose theme, so i'm gonna skip over to the Topper topic cause shocker, i still have more thoughts about him. i really do have faith that the pates have finally decided on treating him as a fully antagonistic force against the pogues, which includes Sarah, and i absolutely cannot see her ever going back to him again. ever. if the pates even hint at that, i will take back everything i ever said about them slowly but surely taking more care with writing their female characters. i think her entire arc this season was her facing her fears of vulnerability and finally, fully allowing herself to rely on the pogues and to be part of that family. i don't think she's going anywhere, but especially not back to Topper. i really really want Jarah B to be solid moving forward, at least in s4. it'd be so nice to have them as like the steady married couple while Cleope are in the honeymoon stage and Jiara are probably gonna have to face more angst from outside forces. but even if Jarah B have their issues, i really don't think Topper will be involved. it was heavily implied in episode 9 that the pogues realized that it was him who burnt down the Chateau, so i just could not imagine Sarah having even a sliver of sympathy for him anymore. whatever he ends up doing in s4, Sarah won't be looking his way. if the pates have any respect for her character, that is.

moving on to the Rafe and JJ point, i could definitely see Rafe just constantly walking around with a gun now, but i'd like to think that JJ is scrappy enough to be able to disarm him so it'd be an even fight. you'll have to pry my wish for a Rafe/JJ fight out of my cold, dead hands i swear!!!! but really though, even if they don't have a good old fashioned fist fight (which i feel like were also lacking in s3 cause there were so many damn guns instead 😒), i'd still love to see them have more interactions in s4 anyway. i feel like they haven't had a scene together in ages, and with Rafe having his weird soft spot for Kie, i feel like the potential is just staggering for some really great conflict there and protective boyfriend JJ moments, which i hope the pates know would make everyone absolutely feral. even before Jiara was a thing, Rafe knew that calling Kiara "pretty hot for a pogue" in front of JJ would piss him off, so 👀👀 imagine the kind of shit he could pull knowing that they're actually dating now

and i'd like to hear more about your Rafe prediction cause i'm intrigued but don't fully understand it!!

thanks so much for sending topics for me to talk about in the next episode, i'm excited to think about them more!

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hi dan!!

hope you're doing well. i got added to the evermore taglist some time ago but i've been following the series for a while now. i honestly need to get better at reblogging/commenting on my fave creators works. . .but i wanted to share some of my thoughts on evermore! usually anything that involves exes and past feelings and a heck-ton-of-angst is not my thing. . .but after my sibling introduced me to your series, i got really invested. we would discuss theories and speculate abt what caused ayato to break up w yn. actually no. we'd just trash talk him (LOL)!! i enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) the slice-of-life kinda parts in evermore, esp. when y/n tours around the city and gets to enjoy the mondstat scenery. it was comforting to read and your writing gives off this very pleasant vibe similar to a handwritten letter.

the evermore plot twist shocked me a lot! jean being diluc's fiancé was smth i expected (bc there is no such thing as a smooth road for y/n and relationships @-@) yet didn't. but. . .i also didn't want y/n to end up diluc or even ayato after reconciling w him. y/n has to find happiness alone first. which sounds contradictory,,but it seems like bad news to find a new love at your ex's wedding XD (???). diluc also gave me sm mixed signals, but he clearly does like y/n. this is all opinion soooooo hopefully i don't get thrown into the dadaupa gorge!!

i hope u continue writing and don't get discouraged by the mixed reactions to the plot twist and anything else u might have in mind for evermore and other works!! it's ur story and ur story alone so only u can tell it!! it's incredibly brave to share anything u write w the world. u interact w us a lot and provide such a good content!! we'll (your pen pals) will be waiting patiently for any updates and will be grateful for anything u post, me included.

thank u dan !

TLDR: i'll support evermore til the end. <3

im at a loss for words 🥹🥹🥹 i gotta thank your sibling for recommending you evermore, they got good taste /hj 🤪🤪🤪 i love how its universal for readers of evermore to trash talk ayato (/j) — im glad you enjoy the slice of life parts of this series; ngl i think youre the first person to mention about that unless my memory’s cranking 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ im also flattered and happy that you think my writing is somewhat like a handwritten letter — esp since my blog theme is letters :DDD

you’re very right ab how there is no such thing as y/n and smooth relationships, they fr need a break ✋😭😭😭 youre also right about them finding happiness alone !! that’s exactly why i decided to make diluc taken (+ wouldnt it be weird to instantly have them together after a 1 week trip???) — as for your mixed signals about diluc,,, who knows,,, maybe there’s a reason for everything 🤫🤫🤫

dw comrade, ill still continue writing and keeping all of my ideas for evermore :>> your kind words def made me more motivated to write and it made me so happy to see your supportive words and your support 💖💖💖 ill continue to try my best with evermore and future fics, ty again comrade <333

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