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kindnessisweakness2 · 2 years

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Perfect Chaos- Part 3!

Riley huffed loudly, red faced and sweaty as she rushed into her best friends apartment when she opened the door. Leaning her body against the door, she took a deep breath and looked at her only friend in panic. “Damn RyRy! Where’s the fire?” Lina giggled at her friend as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a coffee. Riley stood still. Guilt and panic weighing heavily on her chest. She really had messed up big this time. Lina’s head reappeared in her doorway, confusion clear on her face. Tears welled in Riley’s eyes as she looked at her best friend. “I’ve cheated on Jake!” Riley cried out not being able to hold it in anymore. “And it was the best sex of my life!” Lina burst out laughing. “Well Jake’s a dick. Ive never liked him you know that." Riley's eyes widened at her friends comment. Standing there flabbergasted Riley didn't know how to respond. Lina cocked her eyebrow in question "so you gonna get your ass in here and tell me about this dicking down or you gonna stand there all day?" Lina laughed and made her way to her dining table, Riley following behind her. "I'm dead when he finds out." Riley covered her face. Lina rolled her eyes at her friend. "You know if I ever find out he's put his hands on you I'll fuck him up Ry." There was a moment of heavy silence as Lina sipped her coffee. "Now tell me about your new boo. Who was it?" Riley peeped at her from behind her fingers. "Angel." She squeaked timidly and a wide smile crossed Lina's face. "Damn that boy is finnnne! You go girl!" Riley shook her head and smiled at her friends comment. "He was so nice. Gentle. I've never had that with Jake." Her cheeks flushed bright red as she confessed to her friend. "Jake never cares if I get mine too y'know. He just makes me face away from him so he won't have to look at me. Gets it over and done with. But angel? Fuck he made it his mission to make sure I was good, like he cared about me y'know?" Lina smiled at her friend "The way i see it is simple. Fuck Jake off and JUMP on Angel day and night, bitch!” Riley rolled her eyes at her friend. “Its not that simple Lina, I cant jump from member to member. Ill be looked at as a whore. Im just a one night stand to Angel. Him and Jake dont get on. Maybe im just a way for him to get one over on Jake.” Tears welled in Rileys eyes as she thought about everything. “And i let him. Im the worst girlfriend ever.” Lina grabbed Rileys hands as she began to cry. “Does Jake make you happy? Can you see yourself with him for the rest of your life?” Riley shrugged her shoulders at her best friend. “Thats the thing Lina. I dont think he ever has made me happy.”

Riley took a deep breath as she stood under the hot shower. The feeling of the water hitting her back and the sting of the temperature helped her focus. Her mind had been on overload these last few hours. She had so many different feelings passing through her, the main two being guilt and shame. However she also couldnt deny the feelings that settled in her heart for Angel. As stupid as it sounds she would give anything to be able to spend another night with him. The sound of her front door opening cut her thoughts short. Shit. That would be Jake. Quickly finishing washing her body, Riley rushed out of the shower and got dressed into black gym shorts and a grey t-shirt. Making her way to the living room, her stomach turned in panic when her eyes fell on Jake. He was sat on the sofa, head down with his hands clasped together. He was angry. She could feel it coming off of him in waves. “Hey Babe. Everything ok?” Riley questioned as she cautiously made her way towards him. He stayed silent, not even moving his head to look at her. Fuck. That was not a good sign. The second she lay her hand on his shoulder, he lept up from his seat and forcefully threw her against the wall. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Jake roared. Riley held her breath as she slid down the wall trying to protect herself from the blows that were coming next. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO NEAR ANGEL. YOU KNOW WE HAVE PROBLEMS. AND I FIND OUT FROM A FUCKING PROSPECT YOU ASKED HIM TO BRING YOU HOME LAST NIGHT!” Jake screamed as he pulled Riley from the floor to stand. “I-I had no one else to ask. He was leaving anyway. I-I didnt want to disturb anyone else. They all were still partying.” Riley tried to reason with him but he was beyond that point. She could see it in his eyes, but she was just thankful he didnt know about them sleeping together. “HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN? I HAD YOUR KEY! AND DONT FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Jake shook Riley forcefully gripping her wrists. Here it was. Her opportunity to tell the truth, come clean and take the beating. She just couldnt do it. Her fear of what he would do, to her and to Angel, wouldnt let her. “I asked Angel to take me to Lina’s. I used her key.” Thinking quickly Riley prayed he would believe her. Jake breathed heavily through his nose as he glared hard at Riley,searching her face for the slightest hint of a lie. Shoving her hands away from him he looked away from her and spoke like she was nothing. Like he had no emotional connection to the girl infront of him at all. "There's another club party tonight. Your coming. We leave in 10." Riley shook her head and started to protest. "I can't. Babe I have work-" Riley cut herself off with a gasp at the force she felt when he grabbed her shoulders. "Don't fucking argue." Riley nodded. "Can I change my clothes before we leave please?" She asked quietly trying not to look at him. "No. Your fine as you are. Nobody wants to look at you anyway."

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americanalivesinelsalvador · 2 years

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4th month

Ok, buenos dias! It is now the 2rd of March. The last 3 months was a time of integration. In that time I was unsure that I made the right decision, I missed my dog Dakota of 6 years which I had to rehome. Best dog I ever had. Putting him on a plane just didnt seem right to me or humane, also dogs here run freely and everyone has at least one to 3 or 4. They are not well cared for in the area that I am living. They dont always treat them well, and they are severely malnutritioned. I couldnt imagine having him here, risking losing him or worse. I did rehome him and he is with the nicest couple staying in North Carolina. I made a good decision with that! Also, I missed my friends and since being here one of my dearest friends in the whole wide world left this world! I cant go back for various reasons to support his wife and family, but I imagine Hank is telling me to not sweat it. I am not in my body anymore! I can reach out to his family in various other ways. It is a different not easy life here, and I was used to living in the US with all that I can possibly need and want. The US felt toxic to me. I wasnt happy. I had anxiety everyday, and although I had friends, they had their livies to lead. The covid situation was depressing, and people were battling whether or not it was for real. The government was depressing with the battles of immigration, having a democratic president, abortion issues, racial conflict and gun violence. I just couldnt deal with it anymore. Now, having had been here going on 4 months my life is becoming full of the things I was looking for when moving here. Its different and dont get me wrong it has its challenges (what doesnt) but I am settling in. My spanish is getting better, and I take 3 spanish lessons every other week. Im learning alot about Salvadorean cooking, my partners mother helps me with that. Ive made acquaintances with most everyone in the neighborhood, my partners (Hector) many cousins, aunts and uncles. I feel a part of. No one stares at me like I thought they would, most everyone is very welcoming and warm. I go on daily 3.5 mile walks with Hector which is rocky and very hilly, but the view of the mountain range every morning brings me much peace! One hill we climb has become a game. We say, READY, SET, GO! And we see who can make to the top first, I never win. I am 7 years older than Hector, yep Im a cougar, and I am not used to the terrain or weather. The weather is changing a little, getting warmer, but the morning and evenings are still cool. Most days right now because of the house still in renovation process, I hang out here at the rental house, while Hector goes to the job. Hector has been a real gem, as he is attentive, loving and kind. We are still getting reaquainted with one another since being apart, not living together for 12 years. We are doing well, but we as any couples (friends or family) have to teach each other how we want to be treated. Boundary setting is something I continuously work on with people closest to me. We also go to San Salvador, the capital city for purchasing food, clothes, supplies for the house. They have markets here but the variety is not there. I was sooooo excited when I found sliced provolone cheese and KImchi Ramen soup! lol San Salvador has everything. It’s the US here with your typical fast food chain, many ethnic restaurants, shopping malls, and of course Walmart and Pricemart (which is like Sam’s club). I enjoy going to do the things I need to do, but the traffic is horrendous, many motorcycles, and at the present time riding in Hector’s ragged truck (bumpity bump truck) with no AC is not fun. We may get a different vehicle soon whereas the rides will feel much better. So, right now, most days, I walk, go to the job site, talk in Spanish with the men. Im teaching them english and they teach me spanish. so fun! I come back to the rental cook breakfast, read, write, call peeps in the US, go to AA zoom meetings (yes, I am a recovered addict and alcoholic), do yoga occasionally, and chill. Isnt that what retirement is all about? I have my artwork supplies here, my sewing machine, and wood burning tools but they are boxed up. We dont want to unpack these gigantic boxes having no where to put things. We hope to be in the house by April 1st. We are on the down swing. Anyways thats it for now. talk to you all very soon.

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zmayadw · 3 years

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Evening all :)

Here is the next part.

Have a nice weekend :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 18

I woke up with the smell of coffe all over the room. I turned on my back, stretching. „Is that coffee i can smell?“ i asked, only my head peeping from under the covers. Jake turned to me from the desk, grin on his face „Good morning, sleepyhead. And, yes, thats coffee you can smell.“ I smiled at him, getting out of the bed. „Do you even sleep at all?“ i asked teasingly „When did you already had time to leave to get coffee so early?“ „Early?“ he said, raising his eyebrow, showing at the clock on the night stand. 10.25. I turned to him, grining „Hey, what to say, a girl needs her beauty sleep.“ I got up, heading for the bathroom, sticking my toung at him. He just shook his head, smiling. I left the bathroom, going to him and leaning for a kiss. I took the coffee from the desk, and my laptop, going to sit on the bed. I checked the mail and some job offers. I browsed the net for a while enjoying my coffee. I turned my look to Jake, smile forming on my lips, thinking how this all feels nice. As if he could sense me watching, he turned arround. „What you smiling?“ he asked, smiling at me himself. „Nothing, really.“ I started. „I was just thinking, how this feels so good. I mean, this, us, just being here, together. It's like..“ but i stopped then. What was I about to say, i tought, that this was meant to be? That we belong together? That this feels like love? „Maya?“ Jakes voice brougt me back from my toughts. He was looking at me intensly. I smiled at him „Never mind, im blabbering.“ He looked at me for a while, scaning my face, and i could see he wasnt beliving me. „Alright“ he said after a moment „But you know you can talk to me about anything, right?“ „I know.“ I told him, giving him a smile. His phone rang then, wich made us both jump a little, not expecting it. He answered it, still not turning his look from me. „Yes?...What, right now?....Fine, i'll get to it.“ He putted the phone back on the desk, running his hand through his hair in frustration. „Is everything all right?“ i asked, a bit of worry in my voice. He groaned „Remember when i told you how i kinda made a deal with some peole to be left alone?“ „Yes, i remember.“ I said, looking at him even more worryingly now. „Well, the call now.. thats the part of the deal.“ I looked puzzeld now, and Jake sighed. „I promised my 'services' in exchange for my freedom.“ „Oh“ i said. „Can i know more about it?“ i asked him. „No“ he said, and grinned „Its a top secret.“ I rolled my eyes at him „Can you be serious, please.“ „I am.“ He said „Look, its nothing you should be worried about, trust me.“ „But i am worried, Jake, and always will be.“ I looked at him, fear creeping at me „Dont you get it? The things you do, they got you separated from me once before.“ Just the tought of it squeezed my heart. „I couldnt stand if that happens again.“ „Maya, please, dont worry so much about it.“ he said. „I cant do that, Jake. Cant you see it? You mean so much to me. If something happens to you..“ my words got silenced, i dared not to say anymore. „Nothing will happen.“ He told me. „But you cant know that for sure!“ „You're right about that.“ He said „And thats the risk I have to take.“ His face got serious then „But i can promise you, that i will do everything i can to ensure nothing will happen.“ He sighed „I cant give you anything more than that promise. And i hope thats enough for you, Maya.“ „It is.“ i told him. „You know i trust you. But that doesnt mean i will stop worry for you. I just wanted you to know how i feel.“ „Thats fine, i want you to always tell me how you feel.“ He said, coming to sit next to me, embracing me in a hug. He kissed me softly, and i pulled him closer to me. He groaned with resentment „As much as i like where this is going“ he said, moving away from me „I have to go.“ He got up from the bed, getting dressed. „Will you be alrigh on your own for a while?“ he asked. „Ofcourse“ i said, and then i remembered. I cursed out loud, Jake looking puzzled at me. „I forgot about Phil.“ „Oh“ he said, giving me a simpathetical smile. „I better take a shower and go. I want to

be done with it.“ „Ok. You mind if i borrow your car? I'll be back before you leave, so you can take it.“ „Ofcourse not, you know where the keys are, go ahead.“ „Thanks.“ He said smiling, grabing the keys and heading for the door. He stoped as he opened them, turning to me, with that devilish glow in his eyes. „I'd rather be joining you in the shower, just to make it clear.“ I looked at him, walking backwards towards the bathroom, taking my shirt off slowly, grining at him „You are welcome to join me anytime.“ I bit at my lower lip, and i could see he was full of desire. He groaned in resentment. „You are so gonna get it for this.“ He said, leaving reluclantly. I laughed, as i entered the bathroom.

Jake got back just about as i was done getting ready. I decided to take some laundrey to be washed, since going to town eitherway. I grabed the last shirt, throwing it in the bag. I took my phone throwing it in my purse, turning to Jake. „Keys please.“ He walked to me, handing me the keys, pulling me in for a kiss. „Wish me luck.“ I said skeptical, him giving me an akward smile, and i left. The laundrey place wasnt far from the Aurora, so i parked the car there and walked to the Aurora when done. As i entered, Phil looked up from behind the bar. „I already tought you might not show up.“ He said, as i came to the bar. „I said i would, and i keep my promises.“ I told him, smiling. I wasnt used at seeing Phil like this. He was always cheerful and teasing arround me, and this new behaviour was kinda of a shock for me. What did you expect, Maya, i tought to myself. „Want some coffee?“ he asked and i noded. „Go sit at the booth, we'll talk there.“ He said, going for the coffee. I moved myself to the booth, my nervousness intensifing. Phil came, bringing two coffee cups, sitting across of me. „Milk and sugar, right?“ he siad, putting a cup infront of me. „You remember correctly.“ He took his cup, taking a sip from it, looking intensly at me. He settled it back on the table, leaning at the booths bench. „So“ he said, my stomach tightening in a knot „The hacker was your big mess, huh.“ „Yup, another thing you got right.“ I said, taking a sip of my coffee. I held the cup with both hands, hiding how much i was being nervouse. „Phil, I'm really sorry about last night. It was never my intention for you to find out about it like that.“ He was still looking intensly at me, but i couldnt see any anger on him. „I tried talking to you before it all, but i got interupted so manny times, it got me insane.“ „I noticed that.“ He said, and i continued. „Its not much of an excuse, i know. And i cant change how things turned out anyway, but i want you to know i am deeply sorry for it.“ He looked at me for a moment, not saying anything, my stomcah tightening more with every second of silence. „I belive you, Maya.“ He said finaly. And hearing him say my name, for the first time since i stepped in here today, made me relax a bit. „Thanks, Phil. Coming here today, i just hoped you wont be mad at me. Or worse, hate me.“ I said, a bit sadnes in my voice. „I told you before, i could never hate you, Maya.“ He said it so softly, my heart sinking a bit for him. „Not even now, after everything that happened?“ i asked, a bit in disbelief. „Not even now.“ He siad again, and i belived him. He took another sip of coffee, leaning on the table „Can i be honest here?“ „Ofcourse“ i said „We've been honest with eachother since day one.“ „Correct“ he said, taking a deep breath before he continued. „I kinda had a hunch when we talked before, that he was the reason you wer in such a mess.“ I said nothing to it. „And im pissed at myself right now.“ he continued, and i looked at him puzzled. „Because, Maya, if i havent waited, if i made my move at you earlier, right now, i might be the one holding your hand.“ My heart squeezed at his words. „Phil..“ i started, but he interupted me. „Its fine. I told you, If things wont end up in my favore, i would be dissapointed and heartbroken, wich i am, both.“ He looked at me, his eyes sad and tired. „But i dont hate you for sure, Maya.“ „Thansk, Phil, i appriciate you being hones with me, as always.“ I said after a moment of silence passed between us. „Can i just ask you one thing? And i would like and honest answer.“ „Ofcourse, ask.“ I said. „Alright. Then tell me honestly“ he started „Is he really the one you want? The one that makes you happy?“ I didnt hesistate with my answer, the words just flew out of my mouth, gentle smile showing on my face „Yes, he is.“ He looked at me curiously. „I thank you for your honesty, Maya.“ He said, and i smiled „Always.“ We sat there in silence for a while. „Phil, will you be alright?“ i asked finaly. He looked at me, smiling „I will be, dont worry.“ „Its just, i'd really like to have you as a

friend. But, i can understand if thats not something you'd be ok with.“ I averted my look to my hands now, nervouse to what he might answer. „You will always have a friend in me, Maya.“ He said, and i looked back at him. His face showed that he meant it sincerely. „Im glad to hear that, Phil.“ „Well“ he said after a while, claping his hands together „I think this needs to be watered down.“ As he got up, he smiled and winked at me before going for the bar. I chuckled as he left, thinking how all will be alright with the two of us. And i was happy about it, having him as a friend menat a lot. He came back with two shot glasses, handing me mine as he sat down. „Well, heres to new friendships!“ he chimed, rising his glas at me. „Here's to the 'new us'!“ i chimed back, rising my glas. He smiled at me, knocking his glas on mine „Not completly 'new'.“ He winked and smiled devilishly at me before drinking. I laughed, shaking my head „That's the Phil i know!“

As i walked back to pick up laundrey, i felt happy and relaxed. My talk with Phil went better then i expected. He became important to me, and i was happy i still had him as a friend. Getting back to the car, i took my phone sending Jake a message.

Maya: Heading back, see you soon :)

Jake: :)

I was almost at the motel when my phone rang. I found it with my free hand in my purse, quickly glancing at the screen, before turning my focus back on the road. It was one of those cursed calls. This time i answered it confidentaly, thinking here's the chance for Jake to trace the call. I answered the call, wich began as usual, with silence. But, all of a sudden, the sound came from the other side, a sound that sent shivers and chills through me - the sound of ravens cawing. My eyes opened wide in terror. I was so shocked by it, that i barely avoided crashing my car. I dropped the phone from my hand, grabing the wheel with both hands leveling the car back. Lucky i was close to the motel, i was shaking like crazy as i managed to park and run for the room. I bursted in, making Jake jump from behind the desk. „Please, tell me you got it!“ i yelled. He looked at me, dissapointment all over his face. „Sorry, Maya.“ I fell to my knees, Jake running to me. He held me in his arms, but i felt nothing. I didnt cry ,the shaking stopped, i was completly numb. „Why is this happening?“ i asked, Jake answering with a sigh „I dont know, Maya, but we will figure it out.“ „Will we?“ i said, looking numbily at the wall. „And when? How long will it take us?“ i said, not trying to sound accusatory. It wasnt Jakes fault, i knew he was doing all he could to help me. „Is all this suppose to make me go crazy?“ i asked „Because, if thats someones intention, they're doing a fine job.“ „Maya“ Jake started softly, but i moved from him, getting up from the floor. He followed, looking at me worryingly. „I cant go on like this, Jake“ i said, meeting his eyes. „With every new call i get more confused with it all.“ I paused, sighing desperatly. „And scared, Jake. I'm terrified, actually.“ He moved to me, embracing me in a hug. „I wont let anything happen to you.“ I laughed histerical, making him release me from a hug, looking at me puzzled. „I almost crushed my car now answering that call, Jake.“ He tensed as i said it, anger and worry showing in his eyes. „You cant keep me safe from myself.“ I turned and headed for the bathroom, leaving him speechless. I closed and locked the doors, and just sat on the floor. I dont know how long I sat there, feeling numb, but for the first time ever,since the beginning of this all, i cursed the day I came to Duskwood.

#duskwood fanfic #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood phil #duskwood aurora

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vampyrly · 3 years

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: / i need any help and/or validation for a situation im dealing with

ok heads up this is going to be potentially very long to read and get through, like possibly 10 minutes at most but it is detailed and information heavy, i dont want to leave anything out

if anyone knows me/knows me on twitter and has seen my tweets where i've detailed the bullshit my roommate has done in the past you'll know i dont particularly like their presence based on their immature and gross antics. well ladies and gentlemen just when i thought they couldn't possibly sink any lower as a person, they pulled through the shit olympics and won gold.

my roommate has a cat, they had it prior to moving in and on their account the cat has been by their side 24/7. it is very attached and has most definitely developed a form of separation anxiety because of this. there hasnt been an issue with how often they stay with their cat up until recently... their girlfriend got her own apartment and over the past few months my rm has been staying with her 24/7. as in, is practically never in the apartment. they only come back to refill their cats food/water and is immediately out the door again. occasionally they will sleep overnight but after that they are back out the door.

as anyone who understands cats or animals in general would realize, this is essentially neglecting a cat, one you have gone from being with every day, to essentially never seeing. and this was not gradual, it was a damn near sudden change. you can probably imagine this is putting a lot of confusion and stress on the cat. over time, the cat has reacted more physically. they have become prone to crying by the door, biting the gf's toes, glaring at her (i guess), and such.

now, about a week ago, the cat had bitten my roommate incredibly hard to the point of drawing a lot of blood. apparently this was so traumatic to the rm that they now refuse to even be in the same room with the cat (there have only been a handful of times where they've slipped into the room to grab an essential and shimmy back out) so much so that they brought an air mattress, set it up in the living room, and is now temporarily sleeping there. no, im not joking.

now im not going to go into detail about why this buildup from the cat occurred, i think it should be pretty obvious already why, but to my rm, they fully believe this behavior is aggressive and unusual. as in, this cat had malicious, negative intent to do harm on its owner. its owner which, up until months ago, they were so attached to and clearly loved. as a friend has pointed out, this isnt signaling aggression. this is signaling a need to get attention in any way possible. their own cat had scratched them up so bad to the point they almost had to go to the ER, but it wasnt because the cat was aggressive, it just thought it was playtime! the case is different here yes, because unlike my rm the friend actually takes care and gives attention to their cat, so this was a very rare occurrence. simply put, this cat is lacking so much stimulation, attention, and basic interaction that this, to me, felt like a last resort. because clearly, the constant cries of sadness wasnt doing anything for them. they're currently in the process of rehoming the cat and will permanently ditch it on the 28th. thats still another 5 fucking days of this cat being in these neglected conditions, and thats not counting when this started, which was 17th, 18th if were being generous on account of me misremembering the date of events because who can blame me so much has already happened its becoming difficult to keep track.

a cat that they up until this point loved and gave attention to as apparent by them claiming she is for emotional support, is being thrown out of their life without remorse over one instance of """aggression""" (dont make me explain why it wasnt again.)

my roommate knows full and well that they have every ability and every second on their hands to bring the cat with them to the gf's apartment but guess what? they simply choose not to do so! i guess those toes getting bitten was so traumatic because oh yeah may i add, the girlfriend is a massive enabler of the roommate and sees absolutely no issue to the actions they are taking in response. i doubt they even tried to properly warm the cat up to a person who is a newcomer to the relationship. im sure they both think in their heads that this is the most responsible thing they can do as pet owners and that they're such good people for rehoming a cat they cant take care of anymore. yes, nothing more responsible than neglecting an animal that needs social interaction as much as that one in particular is in dire need of. responsible pet owners would have never let it escalate to such a point, i'll have you know.

my roommate has done a lot of bullshit that has made me want to pull my hair out, but at the very least, it didnt involve a living creature. this however draws a line as i refuse to stand for animal neglect simply because im an outsider and have no direct say in the situation. i've taken as much action as i possibly can, phoning and texting and emailing as many people as i possibly can. i hesitate to say this is straight up animal abuse because as firm as i can be i try to give people the benefit of the doubt BUT. i will say that every single person i have relayed all of this info to thus far has told me that this is grounds for animal abuse.

yesterday i ran into my rm and they told me "heyyy sorry about her crying constantly, its just not possible for me to be in there whatsoever!" and when i asked if they have someone refilling the bowls and litter on their behalf they said "nope just me" ????????? simultaneously on the same day i said fuck it, i am going to break out the secret key i have to their room to check on the cat. yes i have a key to their room, i have never used it until now and if you want to ignore everything thus far to give me some shit about trust or whatever consider: i dont fucking care. as it turns out the food and water bowls are the type that automatically refill. so, hmmm. theres that part out of the way, but of course, you cannot put in a machine to automatically interact with a cat on the level of a human. as for the litter, i couldnt see since i didnt step more than a foot into the room as to not impede boundaries on the cat and i didnt want my roommate to suddenly come home to me knees deep in their shithole. it was probably in the closet but then how is that being cleaned? those automatic cleaning cat litter boxes dont come cheap and i know damn well they cannot afford one. and may i just add as a tidbit, the room has a sitting scent of pee. though seeing as how gross my roommate can get im betting its just them and not the cat. also that room was cold as fuck. were at 60-70s right now in terms of weather right now it does not need to be that cold......

here is a video i was able to capture. i mounted my phone on a monopod in order to get a scope of the room without stepping in too far.

i decided that the least i can do at the moment is to head out to dollar tree and get a toy or two so i can at least provide some amount of stimulation. before i left, i checked on her again.

she was just laying there, keeping her distance, and didnt lurch at me whatsoever. i came back with a feather wand and played with her for a couple of minutes. she responded a little to it, but for the most part she was peering out the door wondering where the hell her so called responsible owner was. i took my sweater off and let the cat sniff it. i have zero relationship with this cat, infact its the first time i've ever properly seen it as it is locked in the bedroom 24/7.

now you may be asking yourself, why is this cat locked away in a room 24/7 like rapunzel locked in her tower and not roaming freely in the open apartment? i too would like an answer to this! i rarely spend any time in the living room but even if i did i have NO issue with it chilling in there.

someone i phoned did bring up a good point that for AS to consider a legitimate case of abuse or even do anything, there'd need to be no food or water. so essentially, unless you're straight up physically harming an animal outside of their headquarters they dont fucking care. want to be proven further on that? my rm actually did speak with AS at the start of bite-saga. surprisingly they werent 100% truthful, and, get a load of this, they told them that the cat potentially has a virus, and that they need to be quarantined the entire 2 week period. thats some lying bullshit if i've ever heard some!!! not only that, just a few hours ago i peeped the girlfriend had the vet get back to them about lending a muzzle!

SO. heres the current situation as of today and what will occur to tomorrow: i finally phoned someone who is going to drop by the apartment tomorrow, potentially with another person (these are not random people, im simply keeping their status as anonymous as possible to maintain their privacy) to check on the cats conditions. they'll also call AS again and nudge the rm in a way where it seems AS needs them to expedite the surrendering process sooner than later. i cant imagine another 5 days of this going on, but theres only so much that can be done that doesnt involve me straight up catknapping the poor thing and rehoming her myself. this is the condition of the cat as of a few hours ago:

if i were someone uninvolved and saw this, i would have assumed she were a stray that broke into the room........

i try not to be petty and villainous, but a line has been crossed and the disgusting mistreatment of an innocent creature is a crime i refuse to allow be sweeped under the rug. if theres any benefit to living in a relatively small town, its that everyone knows or at least recognizes everyone. far too many people already get away with animal abuse, at the very least i can make as many people here as aware of their antics as i can. is that wrong to do? should i not air all that i can out about them? im so tired and exhausted. i've lost so much sleep over this and im probably going to lose a lot more. thanks for reading.

#cw animal abuse #animal cruelty #pet health

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collectionofdestiel · 4 years

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“It’s a break.”

“You don’t sound like you believe that.”

Castiel closed his eyes, knowing that his brother was right. Why else would he be in Gabriel’s kitchen a little after one in the morning with a duffel bag of clothes and fresh tear stains on his cheeks? How could this be just a break when Castiel’s heart has been breaking for months now and all that is left is an empty hollow shell of an organ. No, he didn’t believe it. He didn’t believe those three little words, not as he whispered them like a madman’s mantra on the drive over here. But if he admitted it, really truly believed that this wasn’t a break… Castiel feared he wouldn’t be strong enough to handle it.

Gabriel let out a sigh at the deafening silence. It broke him to see his younger brother battling so hard in his mind when the reality was so heartbreaking. Taking a deep breath and moving his eyes over to the clock on his oven, he decided tonight wasn’t the night to hash this out.

“The guest room is all set up. Lotta pillows and blankets. Get some rest and we can discuss this more in the morning.” Standing up, Gabe waited to move until Cas did.

But Castiel couldn’t move. It was like his bones were concrete and his skin would rip at the slightly movement. It was like everything that was holding his body together would suddenly collapse and he would be only a puddle on the floor. If he moved, if he slept in a bed that wasn’t theirs… it would be the beginning of the end.

“Listen, Cassie-”

“I love him, Gabe.” Castiel finally opened his eyes and stared up at his brother with the look of a man starving for happiness. “I love him and he-he-”

“I know.” Gabriel knelt down in front of his brother and set a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I know you love him but dammit Cas, this isn’t good for you. Or him. I know that you two love each other and would go to the ends of the earth for each other but this isn’t healthy and some times people can love each other and not end up together.”

A harsh sob ripped through Cas’ throat before he could stop it. “I can’t let him go. I can’t. I can’t let him go, Gabe, please, I can’t-”

Applying more pressure to Cas’ shoulder, Gabriel pulled his brother off his chair and held him to his chest on his kitchen floor. He rocked the other man for minutes as they both tried not to cry, Cas mumbling and pleading to a deity that it would be ok and everything would work out, and Gabriel clung to his brother and pleaded with every fiber in his being that he would be ok.

“It’s more than a break.”

“Okay.”

Castiel felt the life seep from his pores as he stood in the doorway of his brother’s living room and said what he had been dreading to say as he lay sleepless the night before. After hours and hours of thinking about the past decade of his life, and the smile that used to mean everything to him, he made himself realize that it was over. It was all over. The life he built, the home he shared, the garden they tended on warm summer days… it was over.

“I am going to call him. Make arrangements to get my things.” Cas felt the sour taste of bile start to eat at the back of his tongue. “Do you mind if I stay here for a few days until I get back on my feet?”

“Days? Little bro you can stay as long as you need.” Standing from his place on the couch Gabriel walked up to Castiel and pulled him into a firm hug, scared he might slip away in despair if he didnt ground him right then and there.

Castiel leaned into the warmth and closed his eyes. “Thank you, Gabriel.”

Smiling sadly, Gabe pulled back and looked into Cas’ eyes. He searched them for any spark of the man he grew up with, the love and excitement that always shown through the deep blue, but found nothing except emptiness. Trying to keep the tears from gathering, he turned and made his way into the kitchen for a sweet treat.

Castiel reached into his pant pocket and pulled his phone out. He stared at it for a little while, watching his reflection in the black mirror. Last night he had been so emotional and stuck in his own head that he hadn’t checked for messages or calls. There wasnt really a part of him that thought his husband would have looked for him or cared.

Gathering any energy he had left he pressed his thumb to the side of his phone and the bright light met his eyes. Gasping softly he read quickly through his notifications. There were thirty seven missed calls from his husband, and more ninety nine plus text messages. Feeling guilt start to seep into his bones, Cas slid open his lock screen and pressed the number that used to bring him comfort. Closing his eyes, he pressed the phone to his ear and listened with a heavy heaving heart as it rang.

The second it picked up he knew that this was going to be the worst phone call of his life.

“Cas!?” His husband’s voice ripped through the phone so abruptly Cas flinched.

Clearing his throat, he tried to remember the speech he had prepared last night. “Dean-” “Where the hell are you?” Dean’s voice was followed by a car door slamming. “I’ve been driving all over the goddamn county looking for you.”

A part of Cas wanted to call bullshit, to say that if Dean cared at all he would’ve guessed Gabriel’s house immediately. But instead he took a deep breath and pushed onward. “Dean, what happened last night has been a long time coming. We both know that things haven’t been working between us for-”

“Are you kidding me?” Dean screeched. “You’re breaking up with me on a phone call?”

“Dean-”

“No. Don’t. Where are you?” The venom in Dean’s voice was dripping off each word.

“You really don’t know?” Now Cas could feel his own voice rising, the anger starting to ebb into his head and twist his thoughts. “You really couldn’t guess that when I came home to my husband kissing another man on our couch that the first place I would do is Gabriel’s?”

Silence met his ears for a few heartbeats until Dean’s voice came through softer. “You flew our to Colorado?”

Seeing red, Castiel let out an angry snort or disbelief. “Really, Dean? Gabriel moved back here last year. How long have you been ignoring me, thinking about this other man? A year? Two? This whole time?! Was our entire marriage some kind of sick joke to you?!”

“Cas if you would just let me explain what happened last night! You didn’t even give me a chance to explain what happened! And I swear to God I don’t remember Gabriel moving back at all. The guy hates me, I never saw him even when he visited before.” A car engine roared to life. “Whats his address?”

“No.” Castiel felt his knees give out and he curled himself up into a ball with his forehead pressed to his knees. “I can’t see you, Dean. All I can see is that man… and you and-”

“I didn’t kiss him.” All the anger drained from Dean’s voice. “I invited him over for a couple drinks cause he’s a guy from work. We did a couple projects together and he seemed like a cool guy. When I went to get the remote to turn on the TV he… he kissed me. I pushed him off. I didn’t even know you had come home. I didn’t know until I heard your cry that you had seen it.”

Castiel clamped a hand over his mouth and tried to tense his muscles before the sobs broke through.

“I love you, Castiel. I know… God I know how this looks. We haven’t been on the same wave length recently and,” Dean sighed and groaned, “and I have been a shitty husband and I took us for granted because I mean… it’s always been you and me and I guess I didnt think about the fact that you could leave me.”

The tears were flowing freely from Cas’ eyes but he couldnt move, couldnt open his mouth or breathe.

“I love you more than anything in this world or the next, I swear to that. I have never wanted anyone else. I know things have been rough but fuck me I’d rather have you like this than be perfectly happy all the time with someone else.” A deep breath and then the car engine stopped roaring. “I won’t come get you. I won’t guilt you or beg you or do anything else. If you want to stay there, I’m not going to fight you. I want you to be happy, Cas, that’s all I ever wanted. So, um, if this is goodbye then I won’t hurt you anymore.”

Castiel pitched himself forward and let out all the sobs he had been trying to keep in. He cried and cried and pressed the phone so hard to his face he could feel the soreness in his cheek start to ache. But he couldn’t make any words come out. Every time he opened his mouth it was only broken whimpers and staggered breaths.

“Castiel, I love you. Goodbye.” And then Dean’s voice was gone.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Castiel watched the people coming and going outside the window of his small book store. It was started to get cooler outside and he always thought that the best addition to his peep watching was the brightly colored hats and scarves passing by. Winter was always so vibrant to him, always the season that made him smile the most from simply looking out a window.

The coffee in front of him had long stopped steaming but he still hadnt taken a sip yet. Instead he found himself captivated by the bustling street laid out before him. Most days his bookstore wasn’t busy, most of his sales being online, but he couldn’t blame anyone when it looked so nice to be outside walking in the cool air.

The bell dinged causing his eyes to leave the window and meet those of whoever walked in. When they were met with a perfect green, he felt a lump form in his throat and his back straighten just the slightest.

Dean Winchester walked slowly up the counter, as if he himself was feeling nervous about this and any moment he may change his mind and bolt for the door. But he kept walking, their eyes never leaving the others, until he was standing directly in front of the front desk.

“Dean-”

“Look, I know what I said.” Dean’s cheeks flushed as he dropped his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I know that I said I wouldn’t fight or give you any more trouble. But, Cas, I can’t-I havent-I just can’t do this.”

Feeling tears well in the back of his throat, Castiel nodded to try to keep himself from crying again. “I know.”

“And um, I just, I know that we are seperated and I need to sign the divorce papers but every time I go to do it I just... “ Dean cleared hsi throat as his voice started to grow hoarse. “I can’t get myself to know that this is over.”

Castiel didn’t talk, but he nodded again and let the tears flow down his cheeks.

Bringing his eyes up, they looked into each other and for a moment the pain that had been clawing at their souls for months was gone. They could breathe again, there was hope sparking in their eyes that mirrored the others.

“I love you, Cas. And I won’t fight you if you want me to sign the papers and walk out of your life, but I will fight with you to keep you by my side.” Dean gave a small hopeful smile full of promise.

“Okay, Dean.” Castiel scrunched his eyes painfully as he let out a sob and ran around the counter to throw himself into the love of his life’s arms. “I never stopped loving you no matter how hard I tried.”

Dean held Cas to his chest so tightly it was hard to tell where one of them ended and the other began. “I know, sweetheart, I tried, too.”

“So, I can burn these papers, right?”

Castiel looked up from his side of their bed with a yawn. “Hm?”

Dean, standing in the doorway to their bedroom with only a pair of low hanging lounge pants on, held up the divorce papers that neither of them had signed. “Burn these?”

Chuckling softly and closing his eyes to dive back under the covers, Cas replied with a simple, “Yes, honey.”

#ok so i haven't published anything in forever but i just kinda got in the mood tonight and its really really rough but i figured if i wrote #i might as well publish it here on the off chance any one would care to read it #im sure not im not even gonna tag it because its super angsty and horrible #hope yall are having a good day

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frigfridge · 5 years

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just finished rewatching toy story 1 thru 3 over the past few days, wanted to share my thoughts:

i love these movies a whole lot. the first 2 hold a bunch of nostalgia for me because i was A Baby when 2 came out and when i was also A Baby i would just watch our VHS copy of toy story 1 over and over again. this also makes me the exact age group to be emotionally destroyed by toy story 3, which came out just as i was entering high school and hit really close to home

individual thoughts:

toy story: the first thing i noticed was it still looks really nice even watching in 2019!! which i think is kind of spectacular for the first feature-length computer-animated film. it no doubt helps that the plot is mostly focused on little plastic dolls without realistic hair or clothing to animate but the semi-”cartoon” art direction means the human characters also look pretty nice without going too far into the uncanny valley.

also, the plot is WAY darker than i remember?? not because of sid and all the body horror toys, but because for like half of the movie woodys friends think hes an actual (toy) murderer carrying around the severed arm of his victim (!!) like, its hilarious, but also wow theres a LONG way to go between there and the climax of toy story 3.

the soundtrack is probably my favorite of the bunch. part of that is probably nostalgia but i just really like the consistency of having randy newman singing every song. it sort of elevates him to part of the story, like an omniscient narrator singing woodys (and later buzzs) inner monologue. 2 (and especially 3) didnt have as many musical numbers, which i can understand with a shift to a larger-scale approach to storytelling, but i really like the feeling it gives number 1. “you got a friend in me” is an obvious classic thats been remixed and brought back in just about every piece of toy story media im aware of, but “strange things” and “i will go sailing no more” deserve just as much recognition and praise. there just isnt a weak number among them

toy story 2: heres where the story started getting bigger and more existential, which basically becomes the new direction of the series. which makes sense! this one released 4 years after the first, and while theres no real timeskip in the story (maybe 6 months?) it had been a little while since we last saw woody and the gang. everybody in the real world had gotten older, and with the turn of the millennium approaching, the theme of impermanence loomed large in the collective unconscious. well, maybe not in my unconscious, because i was 2. but its really interesting as kind of a “time capsule” to what people were thinking about as the 90s came to a close.

so toy story 2 was a little more grounded, a little more focus on the human world, but it was also more fantastical in its presentation. the opening “video game” sequence (which still looks amazing!!) and woodys nightmare (”i dont wanna play with you anymore...”) show the animators at pixar really found their groove and started getting experimental. and to great result!! the fantasy sequences are a lot of fun and help 2 really stand out.

i would be remiss not to mention jessies flashback song here. its something else they hadnt really done in the first film and i think it really works. jessie in this film unfortunately doesnt get to do much other than fight with woody about whether he should stay or go (except for when she saves him in the end) but this song makes her character work. it also helps that it destroys me every time

also i think this is the movie that gave me an appreciation for the acting of kelsey grammer. i dont really agree with his politics (i also dont know specifically what they are) but he is a damn fine actor and gives the prospector a very genuinely intimidating edge after his heel turn. the casting really makes the character here, but thats nothing new for toy story-- every voice works. if i were the casting director, i probably wouldnt have pulled erudite kelsey grammer for a character named “stinky pete,” but as it is now i couldnt imagine him voiced by anyone else.

the last thing about toy story 2 is it feels like there were a lot more pop culture references? at least as far as i noticed. there are apparently even more than i noticed but i caught on to the “also sprach zarathustra” riff in the opening, and the jurassic park rearview mirror gag. and of course the extended star wars reference with zurg vs. utility belt buzz (and i guess zurg in general.) the references are cute and mostly unobtrusive but really i could take or leave them.

oh yeah also al is hilarious. just this rude, neurotic businessman whos incredibly self-important for the owner of a minor(?) toy store chain. hes such a puffed-up jerk, every time hes on-screen is a delight

toy story 3: this one kills me to death. i always get misty-eyed during “when somebody loved me” but the ending of 3 where andy introduces his toys to bonnie and plays with them one last time made me sob the first time i watched it. and it still does! thats the long game right there, thats the payoff of over 10 years loving these characters. its an emotional ketchup bomb, everything gets all messy and soggy and sweet. hopefully 4 can follow up, but im not really worried about that-- ive heard some good things. damn, its been 9 years since this movie came out, though! it really doesnt feel all that long, but i guess i havent been doing all that much

i actually dont know if i have much else to say about 3. the opening with the re-imagining of the previous films openings (woody versus one-eyed bart, buzz and woody vs. the evil dr. porkchop) is a highlight, although theres a conspicuous lack of bo peep. ive heard she has a big part in 4, but it was kind of weird to see a lot of toys missing and their absence (mostly) glossed over after the first few minutes. i miss r.c. and lenny, but i get they wanted to narrow down the cast so all of them could get in on the plot.

speaking of which, the escape scene is great too. its kind of a crystallizing moment of how close these characters are, and how well they work together. it reminds me a lot of the escape from sids house in the first movie, but there woody was working with sids body-horror toys and seemed to strike up a rapport with them bizarrely quickly. (speaking of which, i miss those toys! their designs were super cool, but i cant imagine they got much merchandise, especially babyface with the sharp, metal spider legs.) here, though, woody and the gang cooperate the best they ever have, and it really paints a picture of how close theyve become over the years, and justifies the emotional climax in the landfill. this is what i was talking about when i said i was surprised how dark toy story 1 got! these toys all hated woodys guts back then for what they thought he did to buzz. they kicked him out of a moving truck! its just weird to think about that conflict between them when you know how long they end up sticking together. but thats, like, neat, so its ok. it feels earned, its just kind of crazy in hindsight.

toy story 3 was also obviously made long after the first two-- by comparison, the lighting is way more sophisticated, the humans are a lot more detailed. theres just a lot more detail In General. the main cast is, like, super dirty for the middle 90% of the film, and it feels like, yeah, We Have This Technology Now. we can render so many individual glitter sprinkles suck to hamms ass and they will be in every single scene. the “fur tech” on lotso and buster is also an obvious clue, especially in the flashback to lotso trudging through the rain back to his owners house. its like “look! we can make this teddy bear SO wet!” and wow! yeah! you did! so wet!

lotso himself is also an interesting villain in terms of sheer bastardness. he is just a huge jerk. he could have hit that button so easily! and he was so mean to the baby! but at the same time hes a great character in how he slowly “changes” throughout the movie. he is kind of an obvious “pixar ‘twist’ villain” but again, the amazing performance by ned beatty really saves him. also he does get a nice comeuppance at the end, which was necessary because hes really the biggest villain in the series so far. hes knowingly malicious and doesnt have any greater motive, hes just an embittered megalomaniac who (apparently) has sent other toys to be broken, thrown away, and incinerated at the landfill. he honestly deserves worse than being strapped to the front of a truck but it works for a family movie.

i have a couple more thoughts on 3 (i guess i did have a fair amount of stuff to say about it) but im getting tired of writing. the music is good as usual, but the vocal stuff being entirely back-loaded (in the credits) is a bit disappointing since ive always been a fan of the songs, but i get that they were going for something different. the jokes about ken being, uh, ‘flamboyant’ felt out of place, mostly the one at the end (”uh, buzz? barbie didnt write this”) because it comes from one of the gang and not unnamed lotso goon #3, but i guess its pretty tame in the scheme of things.

overall im really looking forward to seeing what 4 does with the series. whew!

#hopefully ill see 4 this weekend #personal essay #got pretty honkin long. click at your own risk

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iwishnomore · 3 years

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Empty Hands

Getting through hell

1: meeting by chance

In which Seras has taken a lot of damage after fighting witches by herself. She is on a mission of her own, trying to hinder the coven that she abandoned years ago from gaining a powerful artifact in hell. Doubting herself and her resolve to put her life on the line for her goal, she tries to recover and hide her wounds when she encounters the brothers. The chance encounter and the fact that D+V are looking for a way out of hell, spur her into lying and making a deal with them to get them out of hell in exchange for their help. Seras is really digging this guy with the slicked back hair, but that is only for her right now. There are more pressing matters to attend to- Seras observes the moon in hells skies. Waning already.

2: Ungrateful wench

After clueing the brothers in on at least a part of what is going on, the group encounters their first enemy, a witch that stands between them and a tunnel they need to get through. Being too weak to fight, Seras has to stand back and watch the men fight. Dante is the one fighting this witch. First hints on the book and Seras relation to the coven and it’s master are dropped. First banter between V+S

(add chapter or add content- after dante leaves.)

3: starting to work together, killing a big one

Getting through the tunnels, they soon realize that they are being followed. What seems to be a small fry, turns out to be a controlled demon, fighting against it’s will. An earthbound witch has infected the demon after it had entered a contract with it. While still not too much of a fight, the guys need to work together a tiny bit. Seras rids the demon of the witch’s core that it carried, but it is promptly stolen by the witch it belonged to. Dante persues the enemy and leaves V+S to themselves. He will catch up to them later. With the witch gone, the tunnels are soon behind them- Seras is pleased with this. Her eyes again, searching for the moon high above them.

(add chapter-what CAN you do) (add chapter- door mechanism)

4:tattered books on broken shelves

More banter. Playful from Sera’s side. Vergil has to hide a smile or two~ He is not exactly made of stone, you know. They move forward and reach the ruins of an old library. All the texts in the books and scrolls are writting in ancient demonic languages. Frustration on S’s part as she realizes that even if she was holding the book in her hands she wouldn’t know, as she can’t read the words. Their half assed search for the book (vergil is barely taking part as he is more amused by her than he dares to admit, also, he is not taking the witches seriously, so far. they are only human after all) is cut short when another witch makes an appearance. this one, accompanied by a strong demon she contracted with. she claims to already have the book and drops more info about what the coven wants with it. Seras is enraged and uses up what energy she still has left to do some damage but ends up almost killed as her powers forsake her. Vergil finishes the fight and finds the sought after book while Seras is unconscious. He picks up his witch and leaves the now burning library.

5: flashback to the coven

Memories of Seras’ time as a member of the coven. Getting found by mother, learning to control her core, finding out about mother’s past. Leaving (to save herself.)

(doesn’t need to be a chapter)

6:you are made of moonlight

Seras wakes up but is barely able to move. It is night and while she was out, Vergil has brought them to a safer place. A quiet lakeside that seems eerily uncharacteristic for hell, she notices (but whatever i just want to write it like that ahahah). waking up a little more she notices Vergils coat on her. Well worn and with tattered edges if you are up close. That’s that for the coat but what about the man usually wearing it? Speaking of which, the one wearing it is washing up at the lake and we get some peeping action on shirtless vergil. yay. He notices her being awake as he comes back and we get some playful banter- now from both sides. Maybe her outburst in the last chapter has earned her some points?She asks if the witch really had a book with her; Vergil lies and says that nothing was dropped.Anyways, she explains that she wont be able to move further for a long time unless she gets some demonic energy for her core. He is sceptic at first but relents and offers his own. After a last few seconds of gazing up at the moon Seras falls asleep at his shoulder.Vergil reads in the book, secretly. some fluff- too bad seras wont know. you are getting soft Vergil, must be because you are getting old, my dude.

7: secrets written in ennoch

We get to know a little bit about the contents of the book. Part of the origin story of witches. :U cool. Hints about the true nature of the ‘first contract’ and who it was made between. Kinda a flashback of people we dont know. but it’s cool- this is what Vergil has been reading i guess.

8: breakthrough, the rewards for your feelings

Someone completely ruins the mood just when Seras wakes up and finds herself in a good spot (damn). With her energy fully recharged and her owunds finally closed, Seras wants to kick ass but of course things go different than she imagined. (does anything ever go her way?) Vergil is blocking her from the fight at every corner- damn you, tough guy. (exchange enemy with demon type- someone Vergil knows from his time in hell when he served Mundus) Bickering ensues, use of SDT due to irrational anger, genuinely trying to keep Seras save although she could probably fight- maybe also trying to keep her out of it bc it’s HIS problem- not hers. He wins the fight but Seras is pissed and they argue. BONDING MOMENT???

8a: DEFINITELY A NEW CHAPTER HERE

A witch appears :D Wow, so innovative. this time Seras participates and things seem to go smoothly until the witch bamboozles them hard. Seras ends up trapped because of something. Funnily enough, this enemy is not easy to kill. Fast and with amazing regenerative abilities that even put sparda blood to shame. Vergil struggles, no matter what weapons he decides to use against this witch. Seras is helplessly watching from afar :/ Finally, as all seems to be in vain, Yamato appears. With this, the witch is killed in seconds. Vergil wins, they are safe from the witch and the sword that can open portals is back. Which also means....there is no need for Vergil to help Seras anymore...or is there? Uneasy feelings.

9: The things we don’t dare say out loud.

Some backtracking through the past chapters, with vergil’s POV in focus. The way he came to look at Seras has changed throughout the story for reasons we could guess- and some reasons we couldnt guess. It’s true that with his Yamato back in his hands, there is no need to kill the witches of the coven anymore in order to get out of hell. Still, Vergil chooses to stay at Seras’ side. With some words that are so desperately needed to be said left unspoken, Seras and Vergil continue their way. The moon sickle is already dangerously thin. (needs more bonding stuff)

10: welcome back, dante

Dante comes back! YAY! This man is so confused when he realizes that the other two have become much more friendly with each other than before. The reunion is cut short by another witch. And this one isnt nice at all. For her fallen sisters, this one has gathered all the demons that have been freed of their contracts and formed an amalgamation of death and decay. Aiming straight for Seras, she is seriously out for blood. The group fights together to get rid of this last witch. Knowing that this was the last one of the witches that entered hell, that their plans have most likely been shattered successfully, and that ‘Mother’ had pulled the strings from the safety of the covens base, our trio finally leaves hell....only to be greeted by....

11: Inivitation to your funeral

Seras’ actions in hell havent gone unnoticed. This witch is in for some trouble. Slyly, she is greeted with smiles and hugs in front of the pesky half demon brothers. Come back home, girl, Mother isn’t mad at all...This is her funeral she is getting invited to. the lie is obvious to seras. Yet still, how could she refuse, and pull the guys through even more of her problems. She agrees to follow ‘her sisters’ but not before taking one last thing she needs from the man that has helped her so much and who she has grown so fond of in such a short time. Just once. For luck (if only luck could really help her now). She steals a quick kiss from his lips that surprises not just everyone around her, but also herself. Yeah, if it wasnt her death day, she would have loved to find out if the feeling was shared. (Dante: Hey, where’s my kiss? I helped too!!) This ends her deal with the brothers. Seras leaves with the witches. At the base of the coven, mother greets her with bittersweet contempt. The gall to stand before mother with a smile on her face. Seras reveals the reason she ran from the coven. Mother is hundreds of years old, keeping her youthful appearance with not illusion magic but by raising promising witches and stealing their bodies once she is satisfied they have a powerful enough core. Her technique is lacking though, and finding a host body that wont reject her has become harder and harder with each change she underwent. The book the witches were send to seek in hell has important information on the original witches, their powerful contracts and the origin of their powers. Mother needs it to save herself from falling apart. Nevertheless, the book is in hell, or lost in the fire, the portal closed and mother’s plans in shambles. Bound and with the blade on her neck, Seras is ready to die, satisfied with knowing that mother’s life will end soon as well. Only, the execution is halted when...

12: Betrayal

Vergil appears. (how the fuck did he even find this place??) Seras is alive. for now. (and secretly extremely happy to see Vergil there, bc oh wow he kinda came to save her, right?). The joy is shortlived though, when Vergil instead of just starting to fight, engages in buisness talk with mother. the book she has been looking for---he has it. and he wants to strike a deal. mother is quick to try and lure him in with promises of power. He wants to take the conversation elsewhere. And for that, ‘this’ needs to be finished. He stabs Seras with Yamato. Wow, much heartbreak. Mother is satisfied with this, seeing that Seras is bleeding out on the ground. The witches take their leave and Vergil joins them. Might change this and instead have ‘mother’ take Seras unconcious body to try and use it for herself, can add nice sappy scenes with Vergil longingly looking at her sleeping form if I do that :DDD[Dante appears, too late, and yet just in time to save Seras from certain death. He takes her to Devil May Cry. (maybe this is a good time to show some more characters. Morrison for intel, Trish for some demonic stuff- i love lady but i dont know how and if to fit her in here)].

13: I long for her.

Vergil’s POV: about the book, his deal with ‘Mother’. We realize that he is in fact not after more power- but just here to get rid of the witches once and for all. (this has to do with stuff the witches have said to and about Seras, and what he heard before he interrupted Seras’ execution.) Is this man actually doing something for someone else?!?! wow. Seems he likes that Witch he met in hell a tiny bit. <3But even if he gets rid of the witches, after what he did to save her- how would she trust him again? Poor Vergil~ Subject to change[Meanwhile Seras is restless, Dante and Trish want to leave to kick some Witch and Vergil ass but she is still too injured to be of help. Still, she hides the pain and joins them. She could ask Trish or dante for help and some demonic energy that would heal her up more quickly....but she doesnt feel right about that. Vergil stabbed her, betrayed her and joined the one she hates the most...yet she can still feel some of his energy lingering within her and taking someone elses would erase that...and, for some reason....well fuck it, it’s bc she has fallen madly in love, would hurt more than the slowly healing stab wound. Dante seems to know something about the whole thing...he tries to comfort Seras, but can’t find the right words to explain his hunch about something to her. Either way, the new moon is approaching, and the witches must be stopped.]

14: The Contract

Mother cant read the demonic texts. With Vergil’s help the ritual for the contract is prepared. this one will grant mother powers beyond a witches imagination. And what’s more, she can bind a son of sparda to her. A desirable feat. He seems cold for now, but surely he would warm up to her in due time~New moon. The thin ring of light that is still visible only emphasizes the emptiness within it. Either way, Vergil has made his decision. A favor he won’t expect anything in return for. If Seras lives, that is enough. Dante would have saved her. Dante, ofc. The thought brought a smile to his face. No matter...the ritual is about to start.

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The Suffrage of Cat Noir

WARNING: Story contains somewhat graphic materials that is not appropriate for audience under 18 years old. This story is rated MA for mature audience only! Chapter 1

"Adrien?" Plagg tapped his human on the shoulder with his tiny black paw. He sat on Adrien's shoulder and tapped his face. "Adrien, are you hungry? It's been awhile since you've eaten." Silence still as the blonde haired boy stared at his reflection in the window. His once piercing green eyes were sunk in and puffy red from recent sobbing.

"Adrien… it's been almost 2 months, and there's been no bad guys. You should at least feel good about that?" Plagg tried to cheer his friend up with a positive thought, but he just kept his soulless look out the window.

The poor boy lost everything that night two months ago in Paris. The love of his life, the home in which he was raised, and most importantly of all…his own father. It was all too much, it sent him into a deep depression, and left his poor kwami completely at a loss of what to do for him. Plagg sighed and hopped off Adrien's shoulder, floating to the desk where a camembert cheese wheel was. He sniffed through it, pawing through the foil it was wrapped in, but only crumbs remained. He looked over towards Adrien, "You should at least get something for me so I don't melt away, y'know." Plagg couldn't even remember the last time he had a proper fixing of his favorite snack, let alone a decent meal. He licked some of the crumbs up from the foil and tossed the rest in the trash. His little kwami tummy grumbled and he held it tightly. "Adrien! … Adrien… Adrien!" Plagg couldn't take the hunger anymore.

"Adrien," Nathalie knocked on the door. Plagg quickly hid himself under the desk as she entered. "So...you've decided not to go to school, again?" She walked over to the window where he sat. But the boy ignored her just as well. She sighed and her phone rang. "Right, I'll let him know. Yes, thank you." She closed the phone and looked at Adrien.

"Your father is going to be taking visitors soon. He'd like to see you- for a chance to explain."

Adrien's blank expression quickly turned to anger. He stood from his seat, making Nathalie jump back a little. "You want me to listen to a word that corrupted…" He started to growl under his breath. He shoved past her and over to the door of his bathroom. "Get me a roll of camembert and leave it on my desk, unwrapped. And don't even dare think about entering the room to bother me about that jerk again." Adrien's back turned to her and he slammed the bathroom door behind him, a way of saying get out of here while you still have time.

Nathalie stood in shock for a few seconds before she let out a breath. She was quick to follow directions from the young man.

10 minutes later, a half-full Plagg looked towards the bathroom, hearing the shower stop. He looked towards the cheese and though he knew he wanted to indulge in his favorite snack even more, he knew that Adrien was in a bad place and wouldn't know when his next meal would be. He hid the cheese in a small fridge Adrien had next to his desk and threw the trash in the basket. Plagg climbed into the bed and onto the pillow, trying his best to stay out of the way. He would just pretend to be asleep, so as to not anger Adrien any further.

Adrien walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist, the rest of him dripping wet all over the floor. He removed it, Plagg covered his eyes to the fully exposed 19 year old boy's body, and Adrien dried his blonde hair, slicking it back with his hand. He glanced at himself in the mirror above his dresser and glared at the reflection. It looked too much like his father, the man who betrayed him and let him down the most out of the world. "Who the hell does he think he is?! He goes through the same torture as I did when I lost mom, and now he decides to just-to just throw everything he had away, because he missed her and couldnt' move on?!" Plagg peeped an eye open for a second, this was the first time in 2 months since the day Ladybug and Cat Noir saved the world from Hawkmoth and Adrien was opening up about it. The tiny kwami covered his eyes again, seeing the boy still naked.

Adrien reached into the drawer of his dresser, moving some clothes around and pulling out a bottle of whiskey that had already been half empty. Plagg noticed the familiar smell and frowned more. "Adrien, you shouldn't be doing this to your body. What if …" He trailed off. Adrien chuckled and the grimace on his face after a drink left a drop running down his chin. "What if what? Paris needs their hero again? Fat chance. I'm no one's hero." He chugged from the bottle again and tousled his hair as the whiskey left his lips. He looked at the ring on his finger and smirked, chuckling again. He had a dark look on his face that made Plagg's heart start racing. This was something that he had worried about since Adrien started drinking the night after the defeat.

"Y'know…" Adrien hiccuped as he threw on a shirt and some boxers, returning to his window seat. "He's probably int he works of paying someone to bail him out right now. That's probably the only reason he wants me there. So he can ignore the shit out of me again and only talk to me when I'm useful for his plans of, hic, destroying the world." He took another drink and sat the now empty bottle on the ground next to him. His eyes got weary and soon, Plagg started to hear slight snores escaping from his human.

To be sure, Plagg flew to him, waving his paw in front of his face a few times. He almost jumped when Adrien's voice spoke up slightly, "Ladybug…I love you…" he muttered in his sleep. Plagg's eyes opened wide. "Maybe, she can help…" He looked for any way of escapes. Under the door? He rushed to the bedroom door and started trying to squeeze his way through. Just barely, but after a good 2 minutes, he wiggled his black fur through. Plagg waited for a minute, looking at the door behind him. This was for the best. He carefully snuck away, out the first open window he could find.

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