#just leave me so I don’t waste my time any longer than necessary

[heartbreakprincehbk]

Lucky (Kerry Von Erich x Reader)

Words: 2401

Summary: Requested by anon! Reader isn't into Valentine's Day, but Kerry insists on giving her a surprise Valentine's Day date at home. Thanks for the request, hope y'all enjoy!

*images from pinterest

“Any plans for Valentine’s Day tomorrow?” You looked up briefly in mild annoyance and had to remind yourself it wasn’t the grocery store clerk’s fault that they happened to be the third person to ask you that this week.

“No.” You said, giving a stiff smile as you gave them the cash for your items. 

“Yeah, I understand. This time of year is no fun single.” They said, continuing the conversation as they counted out your cash. You debated whether it was worth it to correct them before deciding to keep your mouth shut. “Well, have a great day anyways.” You mumbled something of the same and grabbed your groceries, purposefully looking away from the big Valentine’s display of candies and flowers on your way out of the store.

It wasn’t that you hated love, or even that you were single, it all just seemed kind of pointless. A big over-commercialized competition to make everyone feel bad as though they had to quantify their love with big expensive displays of affection. You simply believed that showing your love in other ways every other day of the year meant more than a big show one day of the year.

Besides, with Valentine’s Day falling on a Saturday, you were more than certain your boyfriend, Kerry Von Erich, was going to be slamming other men into the wrestling mat. You were used to that sort of thing, and it was much worse not having him around on Christmas or Thanksgiving. It was nearly impossible to complain; you knew it bothered him more than you from the pained look in his puppy dog eyes every time he had to leave. You did your best not to make him feel any worse about it. You could handle one Valentine’s Day alone compared to those.

Kerry knew you weren’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day. The very first one you spent together, Kerry had given you a dozen roses, a giant teddy bear, and chocolates, and while you thanked him, you very quickly let him know your preferences. 

“You don’t have to spend all that money on me, it’s not a big deal.” To say he was confused was an understatement.

“Is this a test to make sure I actually still buy you gifts next Valentine’s Day?” Kerry checked. 

“No!” You giggled. “I just don’t think it’s necessary to make a big deal out of one day and waste money.” You hoped he got the message. Really, just being with Kerry was a gift of its own. 

Now, another Valentine’s Day was upon you. So far so good as you woke up with no fanfare. Kerry had already gotten up and was working out in the garage as per usual. When you finally made it downstairs to make some breakfast, Kerry made his appearance. He froze when he saw you.

“Good morning,” you greeted him. He hesitated, looking you over like you were a word puzzle he was trying to figure out. Eventually, he was able to speak. 

“Hey–oh, good morning. So hey, baby, uh…so, my mom and Mike wanted to take you to lunch today.” He explained somewhat awkwardly. You frowned a little.

“But I just saw her for lunch yesterday. She didn’t mention it.” You said. Kerry scratched his head, avoiding your gaze and giving a half-shrug.

“Yeah, uh…well, I think it was last minute. Maybe, uh…Mike’s idea.” You frowned a little. “I gotta shower and go meet Kev. My mom said she would pick you up around 1 pm.” Your frown deepened.

“Okay.” You said, smiling slightly when he pressed a kiss to the side of your head on his way out of the kitchen. 

Doris was right on time with Mike in tow. The three of you went into town to the local deli, where Mike proceeded to take much longer than normal to eat his sandwich. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked him. Normally, Mike inhaled his food in three seconds. He looked panicked at your question and took a big bite of his food, prolonging his response.

“I’m fine. Why?” He asked, eyes shifting. You laughed a little. “I’m not acting weird.” From the corner of your eye, you saw Doris shaking her head.

“I didn’t say you were acting weird, but I’m wondering if I need to go complain about your sandwich because normally it would have been gone by now.” You said casually, smiling as Mike’s eyes grew even more panicked.

“No, no! It’s uh, good. Really. I’m just…trying to eat slower. You know, um…avoid choking.” You were biting back a laugh. “Um. Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Mike.” Doris reprimanded. 

“It’s okay.” You said, smiling. “No, I’m just planning on catching up on cleaning and maybe I’ll treat myself to a hot bath and tea or ice cream or something. I know Kerry has his show; if it were closer I would be there.”

“You know, it’s been nice weather the last few days for February. I haven’t had to worry about the plants freezing.” Doris said suddenly with a smile. You nodded, listening pleasantly to her latest tale of trying to keep her vegetable garden alive. 

After lunch you assumed you would all go separate ways, until Mike blurted out. “Uh, Y/N, I was gonna meet Kev at the record store down the street. Do you want to come?” You frowned a little.

“I thought Kerry was meeting Kevin somewhere today?” Mike swallowed.

“Oh, uh…maybe, maybe earlier for a second, but Kev said he was free this afternoon.” 

Your mind was turning. Had Kerry lied to you? You did your best to hide your thoughts as you said goodbye to Doris and walked with Mike to the record store. 

You were positive Mike sifted through every record in that store, but you knew how much music meant to him, so you said nothing and waited patiently, flipping through a stack on your own here and there. You noticed after a while he was hanging on to an Eagles record. 

“Is that a good one?” You asked. Mike shrugged shyly.

“I’ve had my eye on it for a while.” You smiled and took it from his hands.

“My treat. Come on,” his eyes stretched wide. 

“What? Really? But Y/N, you don’t…”

“Tell me if it’s any good.” You insisted as he followed you to the checkout line. “You know, you’ve shown me some great stuff already. I always go to you if I want something new.” You smiled at the way the youngest brother averted his gaze with a bashful chuckle, his cheeks already turning red. Right as you were paying, Kevin walked in the door. 

“Hey you two. Mike, what did you find this time?” Mike excitedly showed his record to Kevin who nodded in approval, before he looked at you. “C’mon, you two. Let’s get you home, Y/N.” He seemed to be in a hurry; that made sense due to the brothers having a wrestling show a town over that night. 

You wanted to ask Kevin about Kerry, but you knew it wasn’t really Kevin’s place or fault if Kerry was lying to you. Was it possible that he had met someone else, was he using the holiday to woo some new girl, maybe a fan he had met? Suddenly, the idea of Kerry waking you up with a dozen roses sent a longing pang through your heart, but you pushed the thought away. You would simply ask Kerry later. 

For now, you focused on the moment you had with Kevin and Mike, laughing in the car together about the last time Ric Flair was in town and the less than welcoming reception he had received, and how Kevin had nearly taken the win and trying not to give into the disappointed feeling creeping up on you.

“See you boys,” you said as Kevin’s truck pulled up in front of your house. “Good luck tonight, Kev. Enjoy that record, Mike!” They both waved and you sighed a little, walking up towards the sure-to-be empty house. The sun was beginning to set ever so slightly, the sky growing more orange and casting shadows over the lawn. Now alone, you allowed yourself to feel crest-fallen. 

You pushed your key reluctantly into the lock, resigning yourself to the evening you had described earlier, only to stop once the door swayed open. In the distance, you could hear faint music playing. You listened for a moment, frowning in confusion. It was a cheesy ballad—Cyndi Lauper’s “Time After Time.” The lights were off, and you made your way towards the kitchen, where the music was loudest and a hint of warm light was spilling into the hallway.

“Kerry?” You called, gasping at what you saw. Kerry was standing waiting next to the dining table, fighting a big smile, his chin raised and hands behind his back. He was wearing jeans and an apron designed to look like a tuxedo with nothing underneath. The table was covered in a white table cloth and at the center was a big vase of cascading roses, along with more scattered rose petals and two dinner plates. Candles were everywhere, from the table to the kitchen counters, and even a few tea lights on the ground.

“Kerry! What is all of this?” You demanded, frozen on the spot, laughing at his apron. An overwhelming sense of happiness, love, and surprise filled you as you looked from him to the area surrounding you.

“I cooked dinner.” He explained, as if he were discussing the weather, laughing finally as you laughed.

“But why? Kerry, you should be halfway to Tyler right now for the show!” His grin widened.

“Yeah, I know. But Kev’s covering for me; he’s gonna wrestle the tag match and take my spot in the main event too.” 

“What! Why?” You repeated. Kerry laughed again as if you were missing the point and walked closer, wrapping his large arm over the top of your shoulders to pull you closer and kiss the top of your head. 

“You sure do ask a lot of questions.” He noted into your hair, making you chuckle. “Because you’re important and I love you.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the table, pulling out your chair for you to sit before sitting across from you.

“Kerry…” you breathed, looking down at the plate. It was a very impressive looking chicken Parmesan on a bed of pasta. “This looks amazing.” He smiled.

“Thank you. Just don’t look at the sink.” You giggled, imagining a mountain of dishes and utensils. “I’ve been practicing with mom the last two weeks. I think it turned out perfect this time—the first time the chicken was too tough. Anyway, I think I’ve nailed it now.” You were blown away by the effort; Kerry could cook simple and remedial dishes, but an entire entree was surprising. “Try it and tell me what you think.”

He seemed to be waiting to take a bite of his own food until you took yours. You stared at his anxious face as you took the first bite.

“Kerry, this is so good. Wow. You’re definitely gonna have to make this again.” He was back to glowing from your praise. “But, I mean, I still don’t understand why.” His smile softened.

“I know you always said you don’t want a big deal made out of Valentine’s Day and not to fuss over you, but…I can’t help it. I love you, Y/N. I want to do these things. You always said you don’t want me to buy anything, or go out anywhere, so I decided the best way to show you how much I love you is to treat you at home.” 

“And your mother and Mike? Were they in on it too?” Kerry laughed.

“I asked them to hold you up for as long as they could to give me time to decorate and cook.” Suddenly, everything made sense–Mike taking his time eating, dragging you through every corner of the record store, Doris trying to keep your mind off of Valentine’s Day, even Kevin. Suddenly you wondered how you missed all the signs. 

“And you didn’t actually go to meet Kevin.” He looked almost sheepish.

“No…I went to buy the flowers and everything else I needed. But I couldn’t tell you that.” You laughed, shaking your head at how silly your prior worries suddenly seemed. 

“I’m a little embarrassed, but…I was afraid you lied about meeting Kevin because you were meeting someone else and spending the day with them.” You admitted. Rather than getting angry or defensive or even offended, Kerry only looked confused. 

“What? I’d never do that to you, baby. I just wanted to surprise you. I’ve been trying to plan this out for weeks now, I think since Christmas.” A feeling of utter peace and contentment filled you. How lucky were you?

“Oh, Kerry…this is perfect. This is everything I could have wanted. Thank you.” You smiled, and he reached across the table to grab your hand with his much larger one. 

“No, thank you. I just wanted to make sure you were treated right on Valentine’s Day. Because I’m here, and as long as I’m here, you will be.” 

“And every other day?” You teased, laughing. Kerry grinned broadly, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles. 

“Especially every other day.” He promised. “Boy, cooking really gets you hungry.” He said as he picked up his fork again, making you laugh. “I rented a movie too for after, and maybe we can make some ice cream floats. Oh! I’ve been meaning to tell you, the funniest thing happened the other day. The last time Ric Flair came to town, he had a rough time. There was a kid chewing gum in the front row, and he didn’t like Flair, so he took the gum…” 

You listened enthusiastically to Kerry telling the story, despite the fact you had already heard the tale from Kevin. Instead, you settled into your chair and picked up your fork, focusing on the sparkle in Kerry’s eyes, the way the glow of the candles warmed his handsome features as the flames danced, the way his perfectly tousled curls framed his face. Your cozy little kitchen felt warmer than ever and so full of love that it radiated from every nook and cranny. Really, how lucky could you be?

#iron claw imagine #kerry von erich x reader #kerry von erich imagine #iron claw fic #iron claw x reader

[deadprompts]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟺 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

i don't make decisions anymore.

come down here. we need to talk.

if you understand what it's like to have a daughter, then how can you threaten to kill someone else's?

look, we can settle this.

there's enough room for all of us.

honey, you’re weak.

you take one sip before those meds get in our people, i will beat your ass into the ground. you hear me?

i hereby declare we have spaghetti tuesdays every wednesday.

when you care about people, getting hurt is kind of a part of the package.

it's not a farming hat.

liar.

i still believe there’s a reason.

i know you look at me and you just see another dead girl.

why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?

seems to me like things are finally starting to fall together.

we all have our jobs to do.

just so you know, i liked you first.

you never let me win anyway.

you don't think it'll hold?

when can i have my gun back?

the only thing you can choose is what you’re risking it for.

i don't want to be afraid of being alive.

i think you made the right call.

sooner or later, you gotta make a move.

at the camp, it just got worse and worse.

i know we all can change.

how many people have you killed? why?

first we have to find some spaghetti.

it was a nice watch.

we'll make it.

come on, let's play.

what do you want me to say?

i was just another monster.

any requests? books? comics? some stale m&ms?

i think we should make some new rules before they get back.

it was all of us.

look at us, digging through drawers.

we don't need to take any chances.

you should have seen him back in the day.

he told me all i had to do was believe, and that's what i'm gonna do.

you either live with them, or you don’t.

we can all live together.

time for you to leave, asshole.

anger makes you stupid. stupid gets you killed.

i mean, what the hell is going on in this cabin?

i'm a pirate.

you didn't wake me up.

best not waste any more time.

so you want to spend the rest of our lives staring into a fire and eating mud snakes? screw that.

how many walkers have you killed?

was there ever a time you weren't the boss of me?

you're the one that likes stale m&ms.

some council meeting, huh?

is this what you want?

he's too loyal to bounce.

you walk outside, you risk your life. you take a drink of water, you risk your life. nowadays you breathe and you risk your life.

i killed two people and you haven't said a word about it.

you're gonna have to learn to live with the love.

we’ve all lost someone.

we've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive.

you're a tough son of a bitch.

i don't know how to talk about it.

what we want is what you got. period.

i can make these people feel better and hang on a little bit longer.

was your dad mean?

so you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck?

she'll need a safe place when it comes.

now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you're one of us.

everybody makes it until they don't.

you can be a farmer, but you can't be just a farmer.

there are some things you don’t come back from.

we're not too far gone.

they're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out.

if you wanna live, you have to become strong.

you're gonna miss me so bad when i'm gone.

where should we go?

you're a tough son of a bitch.

i'm gonna be honest, i forgot about you.

it's not about what you say.

hey. i know it's been a while.

i'm never going to let anything happen to you, okay?

i don't want it!

why would you want my help?

we care about you.

don't look back.

probably best not think too much about it.

did you have kids?

everything we've been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in.

he made it through the night.

we don’t get to be upset.

i think it was the humane thing to do.

i can save lives, that's reason enough to risk mine.

a sad soul can killer quicker than a germ.

we just went through something terrible.

that's the guy you want to capture.

what i’m picking up is, murder is ok in this place now.

you do a lot for us. for the kids. you sacrifice a lot.

what the hell are you gonna do now, sport?

they're fucking with the wrong people.

we can live here for the rest of our lives.

it was a real treat, sir.

you can’t keep me from it.

he seems stable enough for me to get some air.

i still think there’s a plan.

is there anything you wouldn’t do for the people here?

they wanted to go out together same as they lived.

but i made it and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid.

i'm sorry. i'm not very good at making boys your age laugh.

your place or my place?

do you think we can make it?

it was stupid. i was so stupid.

i'm just tired of losing people.

that's what my daddy used to say.

did you think it was right?

you have to have numbers. people are the best defense against walkers or people.

i'd be honored to shake your hand.

you fight it. you don't give up. and one day you just change.

you gonna help us figure this out?

i screwed up too many times.

i'm gonna take a group out.

still, it is survival of the fittest.

he's a lying sack of shit.

the whole world is haunted now.

i've been afraid to get my hopes up thinking we can actually stay here.

i have to talk you all in to doing something i know we need to do.

end of the world don't mean shit when you got a tank.

he’s already given me fleas.

i tied the door shut.

they could have gotten hurt.

we get to come back.

see, going it alone, that ain't an option nowadays.

i think it’s my job to try.

smells good.

everybody loves a hero.

look, i fought him before.

i've survived and you don't get it 'cause i'm not like you or them.

you don't have to like what i did, just accept it.

if you don't have hope, what's the point of living?

you can't think forever.

you guys got separated?

you don’t have a choice.

you can lose a lot of soldiers but still win the game.

all this time you've taking off, you earned it.

it could work, you know it could.

whatever else this place needs, i'm here for it.

when i fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there.

she didn't have a mean bone in her body.

the walkers didn't see me anymore.

i knew you were up all night reading comics with a flashlight.

we wouldn't be here without you.

that's what it always comes down to.

man, what happened here?

those douchebags in the vines took themselves out, holding hands, kumbaya-style.

we go in, kill them all!

i could use a vacation.

today, we're talking about knives. how to use them, how to be safe with them, how they could save your life.

wasn't much use without my gun.

i just want to say thank you for bringing that deer back yesterday.

#prompts #twd #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #the walking dead rp meme #twd rp meme #apocalypse rp meme #apocalypse sentence starters #apocalypse rp #tlou rp meme #inbox prompts #deadprompts prompt

[mcd-brainrot-hours]

hai here’s my thingy for day 6 of vylenix week @vylenix-week

i did slow dancing at night :3

The ballroom was suffocating Vylad. Too many people, too much interaction. Fancy, rich parties were never his thing. They would always find an excuse to either leave early or just miss it entirely.

When he was young, his favorite method of escape was to hide underneath the tables covered in ornate cloth. He was definitely too big for that now.

Luckily, their escape was easy this time. He just had to slip outside to the balcony, which wasn’t difficult at all for him. They set their glass of wine down on the marble railing and slipped their leather gloves off. They gripped the cold rails, closing their eyes.

“Leaving me alone? Rude.” Vylad heard a familiar raspy voice come from behind him. Zenix. They opened their eyes and turned to face him. “How dare I.” They said in a monotone voice. Zenix walked over and leaned against the rails.

Vylad admired the way Zenix looked in the moment. His hair was the neatest Vylad had ever seen it and the suit he wore fit him nicely. They looked away, missing the way their scarf usually hid their face.

“Why are rich people so snobby?” Zenix threw his head back as he let out his frustrations. “I tried talking to them for five seconds and I could not understand them!” Vylad smiled as Zenix did his best noble impression. “How did you grow up with them…”

“I never stayed at any fancy party for longer than necessary… I also avoided interaction as much as possible. That’s how I survived.” Vylad looked out over the balcony. The sky was lovely tonight and the air out here was definitely less stuffy than it was inside. He listened as the music inside started to pick up.

They closed their eyes and tapped their finger to the rhythm. When he opened them, Zenix was in front of him, hand extended towards him.

“May I have this dance?” Zenix’s mahogany eyes had a slight hint of hesitation in them.

Vylad placed their hand in Zenix’s. “I don’t see why not.” They pulled Zenix closer. “You haven’t danced like this before, have you?” They asked softly. Vylad helped Zenix hold him in the right position.

“No…” Zenix replied, letting them guide him.

“Follow my lead then.” Vylad began to sway with the music, helping Zenix stay in time. “You couldn’t have chosen a more spacious spot to escape to?” Zenix teased.

Vylad stepped on his toe in response. This was the least noticeable place to just take a break at. “Just dance with me.” They continued to drift with the faint music in the air.

The moon shone brightly across the balcony, illuminating the pair as they danced.

“I see why you hated O’khasis. That room is so crowded…” Zenix adjusted his grip on Vylad’s waste as they spun together.

“Mmm. Not my kind of people.”

“I can tell. You…” Zenix stopped and let go of Vylad, turning away.

“What?” Vylad placed their hand on his shoulder.

“You’re better than them. I- umm. You actually care. About people.” Vylad could tell he was trying to hide the fact he was blushing.

“I love you too.” They smiled at the way Zenix’s shoulders relaxed.

He coughed. “I know. I just didn’t want to say it first. There’s still music playing.”

The two picked up where they left off as the music soared.

They didn’t even realize time was passing.

#i was going to write something longer but i ran out of ideas :( #minecraft diaries #mcd #vylad ro'meave #zenix mcd #vylenix week 2024

[alaea-winters]

I hate. I HATE. I HATE SO MUCH. I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I HATE. HATE. I HATE. I HATE. I HATE. I HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE. MY LIFE IS NOTHING. THIS IS NOTHING. EVERYTHING IS NOTHING. EVERYTHING IS MEANINGLESS. EVERYTHING THAT I COULD HAVE POSSIBLY LOVED IS BEING SYSTEMATICALLY REMOVED BY A SYSTEM THAT I HATE.

(CW, everything past this point is basically a giant political vent)

I hate. I was born to help people. We as a species were made to help each other. We were made to be communal. None of the suffering we endure in this current moment is necessary. It is all constructed. IT IS STUPID. ALL OF IT IS SO UNBELIEVABLY STUPID. NONE OF IT IS NECESSARY. WE HAVE ENOUGH FOOD. WE HAVE ENOUGH WATER. WE CAN TREAT ALMOST ANY ILLNESS. But no. People must starve in spite of there being enough food, massive piles of food left to rot and waste because the people that can afford it don’t want it and the people that need it have no money. This is regarded as normal. THIS IS REGARDED AS NORMAL. I HATE THIS. THERE IS NO MONUMENTAL TASK THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE TO END WORLD HUNGER. WE HAVE THE FOOD. WE JUST NEED TO ALLOW THEM TO TAKE IT. TO ALLOW US TO TAKE IT. WHAT POSSIBLE REASON IS THERE TO ALLOW SOMEONE TO STARVE TO DEATH? WHAT MAKES THIS WORTH IT? WHY ARE WE SO WILLING TO EXCHANGE HUMAN LIVES FOR SACRIFICES THAT THEY DONT WANT TO MAKE. We are asked to sacrifice everything, our time, our energy, even the yield of our work. I WANT TO WORK YOU FUCKING NIXON COCK SUCKING FUCKS. I WANT TO HELP THE PEOPLE AROUND ME. I WANT TO BE A PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF SOCIETY. But my job is to stand there at a register and scan items. I am to make sure that every item someone gives me is scanned so that the store knows how much money to charge the person before they leave. In theory, this is a harmless system. In practice? WHY THE FUCK DO I NEED TO GO THROUGH SO MANY GODDAM HOOPS TO GET A STOOL? WHY IS IT NOT FAIR IF I GET A STOOL? WHY NOT GIVE EVERYONE A STOOL? PLEASE LET PEOPLE TAKE A FUCKING STOOL WITH THEM. IT HURTS NO ONE. That job was years ago by this point. I got fired from it just before the beginning of covid. THANK YOU? THANK EMPLOYEES FOR THEIR NOBLE SACRIFICE OF WORKING DURING THE OUTBREAK OF A MAJOR DISEASE? NO ONE HAD TO WORK THERE. THE STORE COULD HAVE EASILY DOWNSCALED ITS OPERATIONS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa.

If you had to choose between a country and your son, which would you pick? Would you be willing to let your son be instantly eviscerated for the sake of the country? Would you willingly break your vow to protect him at all costs, even for your own life? For a country? I wouldn’t. I would let that country fucking burn. I want all countries to burn. Too large. Individual humans own too much and wish to lorde over everything. To go against being a communal species and just be alone at the top, at which point they no longer are human.

But getting back to the point, most people I know would pick their son. You would do everything for them. And that is something I admire in humans. In spite of the sheer cruelty of the world, they can still show love and compassion for their fellow man. And yet, in spite of the fact that any one of us would likely let a country burn than give up their son, we are so willing to let thousands of people get bombed. I hate Israel. I will not apologize for hating Israel. It is a colonial power thats NOT choosing between living and killing. No. It is ethnically cleaning a region within itself and calling it a struggle for survival. They are hitler once again, targeting and exterminating the Jew and calling it a war because they fight back. Israel blatantly lies about what is happening inside Gaza, why? Why would it need to obscure the truth? Mistranslating freed captives, the false reports, the cherry picking. Even if most of what Israel said about Hamas was true, which it is not, the course of action taken should be one that stops the bloodshed. If one man dies, its a tragedy, if a million die, it's a statistic. Israel specifically targets population centers, ambulances, and hospitals. Hundreds of men do not get to choose between their son and the country, the country decided for them and it chose itself. Israel makes up the threat of these specific brown people against itself, and uses that as justification for genocide. This does not even consider if its an okay exchange, one life for Israel. Do not tell me you would exchange your son for all of Israel, because you would be too much of a coward to do it. You would never let it happen because you know it's wrong. YOU WOULD NEVER LET IT HAPPEN TO YOU BECAUSE YOU KNOW ITS WRONG. And thats the point. These people, thousands, approaching millions of them, they have everything they fight for and care about taken away from them. 

If a country had to pick between you and itself to die, it would always pick you. The country will eat you and every person inside it and will eat them all whole before letting itself collapse. 

I am so tired. I am too poor to help. I have no possessions of my own. I have no tongue of my own. I only have my anger. My rage. My hatred. My righteous fury over all who have died. The childish desire inside me to save everyone. Because its right. I want to help people. 

What does it mean when people tell you to suppress your ability to care. When they so callously throw away the fact that hundreds of people died for no good reason. What does it mean when you know the reason those people died is because the people orchestrating this not only do not care, they view the victims as vermin to be exterminated. 

What does it mean when it becomes political to not actively support genocide.

#israel #gaza #vent #genocide #im sorry if no one wanted to see this. i am posting this while im at my fucking limit. but im okay now. i will be okay.

[abbatoirablaze]

Angels & Demons, Chapter 5

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings: mentions of lying/stealing, mentions of violence, faking death, discussion of bartering souls.

“I still hate you…”

“Get over it!” she spat as she glared at the angel, “I know where you need to send Sam and Dean next…”

“I don’t believe in taking orders from you, abomination.”

“And yet, here we are,” she murmured, “you’re taking direction from someone you claim to hate…from a creature you want to kill.”

“I will kill you, eventually.” he reminded her, “don’t think that I don’t have that intention in the back of my mind”

“But until then, we’re still here…”

“For now…” he grumbled, “just tell me where you want me to send them next so that I can leave you.”

“Concrete, Washington.”

He nodded, and instantly disappeared, putting the plan into motion to send the boys to their next destination. Meanwhile, she looked at her phone with a frown, knowing that she had someone else to meet up with. 

In the blink of an eye, she was at a warehouse, halfway across the country, staring down an unamused demon in a mirror.

“I’m not able to keep this line up for long,” she groaned, “what do you want, Hannah?”

“Are they safe?”

“For now,” she admitted softly, “but you’re sending them out on a wild goose chase with that stupid spirit.”

She paled, “h-how do you know about Concrete?”

“I’m a demon,” she smirked, “I have my ways.”

“I don’t like most of your methods…”

“My methods are better than sending them to the luckiest town in the country,” she laughed, “you know, so long as they use that wishing well…no better way to protect them…”

“I already made a wish that they would be safe…and they will, so long as they’re in that town.”

She scoffed, shaking her head, “you’re just willing to go through any means necessary, aren’t you?”

“I’m saving them, Ruby!”

“You’re wasting their time,” she scoffed, “but it doesn’t even matter.  They just need to keep their meat suits in one piece.  Long enough for Sam to let Lucifer in.  By then I will have done the bidding of my master and served the lord of hell.”

“Lucifer is still in a cage, Ruby…remember?” Hannah asked.

“I know…he’s with Dahlia.”

Hannah’s brow rose, “you know where Dahlia is?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “it’s not as simple as it sounds….and everyone is on high alert after Dean Winchester broke out of hell.  Lilith has her under lock and key.”

“Ruby, listen to-“ The connection blacked out for a second, before the mirror shattered, “Shit…”

“You shouldn’t be talking to her, you know…”

Hannah flipped around, all too happy to hear a very familiar voice despite her attitude being slightly soured over not getting to have the full conversation that she needed to with the demon in question, “Bal…”

“I told you that our paths would cross again, my love,” he said firmly, “now, I know I took a little longer than I admittedly wanted to, but I’m here.”

“Bal…” she whimpered, running into his arms, “I was so worried that I would never see you again.”

“I will always come back to you, Aria.”

“Aria?”

“Your name,” he replied softly as he reached up to stroke her cheek, “your name before this form…during your creation.”

“Aria…” she recalled once more as her eyes met his.  She saw a sadness  in them and whimpered.

“We are close to the abomination!”

“Death can’t hide it forever!”

Balthazar felt his stomach turning while he listened to his brothers and sisters.  A few of them were going back and forth about how they had to destroy her. 

About how she was an abomination that should have never been allowed to exist.

But all Balthazar could think of was her kind eyes, whispering about how she loved him after they’d made love.  How they could run away together, and how he could abandon the army. 

And he wanted to be free. 

More than anything.

“Aria…”

All of the anxiety that he’d held back raced forward as he saw the woman that he loved.  She had tears in her eyes, and he couldn’t for the life of himself, guess why.  That was, until he saw another of the angels leading her quietly through the encampment, towards the higher generals.

Anna. 

He rushed towards the two of them, pushing them into a tent.  Immediately Anna had her swords drawn and had pushed Aria to the ground.  She moved herself between the prisoner and her attacker, but relaxed a little when she noticed that it was Balthazar.

“You scared me there, brother.”  

“Anna…let her go!”

“The abomination-“

“Aria is the love of my eternity!” he growled, cutting her off as he drew his own sword, “choose your next words carefully!”

“Balthazar!” she whimpered, fighting up to her knees, “I’m not worth it.  Do not harm yourself for me-“

“Stand down, Balthazar!” Anna warned.

“I can’t do that,” he answered sadly as he shook his head, “put down your swords, Anna.”

“I can’t do that either, Balthazar…she’s supposed to be delivered to Uriel.  She’s supposed to-“

“I’m leaving heaven’s army,” he said quickly, cutting her off once more, “Aria and I are planning to run off and-“

“You can’t do that!” she argued, cutting him off, “Balthazar, you are an angel of god.  Y-“

“AND SHE’S THE LOVE OF MY ETERNITY!” he repeated, edging towards Anna, “please…don’t turn her over to them.  They’ll kill her.”

“They’ll kill you if you try to abandon the army,” she reminded him, “they’ll kill you for knowing her and not turning her over sooner.”

“Haven’t you ever questioned our father’s orders?” he asked.

She gasped, “don’t say that, Balthazar...”

“I know that you have!”

“But we don’t talk about it...especially not around others.”

Balthazar looked back to Aria and then put his sword away, “I’m not going to fight you on this, Anna…listen to whatever leader you want, but I’m tired of the fighting…tired of not hearing god’s voice.  I don’t think he wants her destroyed.  I think that people like Michael and Uriel and Gabriel are afraid of her…because she’s not known.  I think that Zacharia put it into everyone’s head that our father wants her dead.  But I do not believe that it is his will.”

“She’s not meant to exist.”

“But I’m tired of being the judge, jury, and executioner for it,” he sighed.  Anna watched as he went over to Aria, and she allowed him to unbind her ties, “aren’t you tired of it, Anna?”

She gave him a guilty look, then looked back to the opening of the tent.

“No one knows what she looks like yet…they think she’s just a prisoner…and not many have spared her a glance, for fear of it being a demon that they recognize.”

Balthazar took a deep breath, unsure about what she was saying, and if her next words were going to be a trap, “Anna…”

“You’re right…” she frowned, “we are not meant to play god…not when we too are a creation.  I can’t give you long, but you should be able to get across the line.  If you’re smart, you’ll make it look like she escaped and you’re giving chase.”

He gave his sister a sad, but appreciative look. 

“Anna-“

“Hit me!”

“What?”

“You have to make it look real…I need you to hit me, Balthazar,” she commanded him, “otherwise they may not believe what I’m saying!” 

He nodded, pulling his arm back before releasing it.  Anna collapsed to the ground, holding her jaw, and Balthazar turned to look at the woman that he loved, “Aria…run!”

“We have to help her…”

He shook his head as he watched from afar, “you’ve already done enough, Hannah…”

She frowned as she looked over at him, “I don’t like that name anymore…it-it doesn’t feel right.  Not now that I know my true self.”

“What?” he asked, “Hannah?”

She nodded, “call me Aria from now on.”

He gave her a firm look and nodded, “of course.”

“And Balthazar?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re not helping her enough!”

He scoffed, “you gave her the sigils to push away Uriel and Castiel.  You put it into Ruby’s mind to make the hex bags, and I know that you probably suggested to Dean and Sam to go to Bobby’s.  You know he’s off in the Caribbean.”

“Maybe…”

He smiled and pressed his forehead against hers while the two of them watched the compound, “can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Growing up here…did you ever…feel like there was a part of you missing?” he asked, “did you ever-“

“Miss you?”

“Yeah!” he nodded.

She frowned, “I-I didn’t know anything about my past life at the time, Bal…”

He nodded solemnly, “Right…”

“I mean, some of the memories are still coming up…you know that.  I mean with how I’ve been waking up lately,” she sighed.  She noted the sadness washing over his features, and she put a hand over his, “I never felt whole though...I-I didn’t know why...but I feel as though it may have been that you weren’t with me all along and my soul knew it.”

He nodded and shook his head, “you don’t have to talk about it…”

“No it’s okay-“

“Aria…”

She gave him a guilty look, “we’re together now, Balthazar…just like we always talked about…that’s all that matters, right?”

“I still need to keep you safe,” he reminded her, “the angels may think that I’m dead, but that doesn’t mean that they believe you are…and sooner or later they’ll catch wise.  They always do.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“For now…we need to make our own endgame,” he shrugged, “the way I look at it, you’re a fully trained reaper and I’m an angel that’s betrayed the kingdom of heaven.  And we’re right on the brink of an apocalypse.”

“So?”

“You’re about to be a very busy woman,” he frowned, “they’ll let you slide for a while, but it won’t be for long...and I’m going to need to start collecting on the most valuable commodity…”

“What’s that?”

“Human souls, darling…” he said solemnly, “I took enough artifacts that I should be able to trade some humans for their souls…and hopefully, it’ll be enough that we can trade them to whoever comes out on top.”

“Trade who?”

“Love, whichever side wins, they’re going to want our heads…I need to make sure that we’re worth saving…”

“So human souls?”

He nodded and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, “I’ll be back for you my love…”

“Be safe!” she begged softly.

Chapter 6

#angels and demons #angels & demons #supernatural #angels #demons #castiel #balthazar #ruby #dean winchester #sam winchester #cw

[greypetrel]

[ Wait ] for Aisling but in the LOTR au and a character of your choice :3

HELLO THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME. *evil laugh*

It’s longer than I planned (with no one’s surprise), but I hope you’ll like it nevertheless! Tagging @transprincecaspian who asked if there was a fic. Well, there’s a ficlet now! xD

Cullen realized that’s not an elven lady, and that “Outside Rivendell” means actually many, many miles South-East.

Also don’t worry, Cupcake will be fine, we’re going back for him (in dued time, after a necessary existential crisis because it’s not Cullen if he’s not in a constant state of existential crisis). :< (I’d also like to let you all know that the litter is thus named: Beignet, Profiterole, Cupcake, Macaron, Meringue, Tiramisù and Cheesecake. They make their extremely evil mama very proud. u_u)

And there's a surprise in the end if you make it that far!

Tis the prompt list!

She of Many Names

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

It was foretold that it had to come to this. He was bound to discover it, sooner or later, and as much as she had sincerely enjoyed their carefree time together, she knew it couldn’t last. Because nothing on this side of Arda ever did, she knew it, and she knew it well. She had avoided most of the humans for so many eras exactly because she knew. Her essence was for order and beauty and permanence, not for waste. And human lives were so short… It felt a waste.

And yet, she’d been surprised by this man. This young, fragile man -even if the crinkles beside his eyes when he laughed told her that for his race he wasn’t considered so young, all the calluses on his hands she saw the one time he took off his gloves confirmed it. So blinded by the idea that she was maybe not so young, because elves seldom where and he knew as much, but innocent and in need of protection.

She had been taken aback at being treated so politely by a person she barely knew, that was true. Probably that was the reason she had indulged so much, against all good reasons -and Dorian had told her all those good reasons, repeatedly. And yet… Eras passed since anyone cared for her that way, with simple gallantry, wanting nothing in return. It was something surprising that she hadn’t seen in long, long centuries. And for that, it was as precious as every bright jewel she ever created. Even more so, for the fragility, the impermanence of him.

And yet, the impermanence.

The man -ser Rutherford, or Cullen as he’d allowed her to call him- stood before her, as tall and proud as any being of much nobler birth than him, down the dais that led to her throne, fire in his eyes in spite of being tragically unnumbered, alone, in the very core of her tower, surrounded by her people and lieutenants, the latest litter of Wargs resting at her feet and around her tall throne.

So impermanent and so precious, that was exactly what Luthien had told her. Ironic, that she was starting to understand it now. Her heart clenched, as it hadn’t done in long, lonely and cold centuries.

“I never lied to you, ser Rutherford.” She didn’t think he would have welcomed her calling by his first name. Not now. “I never meant you any harm, and I told you over and over again that I needed no protection from Orcs.”

“And yet you had your filthy beasts dragging me here against my will.”

The pups -still little, but already bigger than most dogs by now- rose their heads. Beignet started to growl, showing her teeth. As per usual: she was the eldest and the fiercest, the more prone to defend the others and lead them. Men and elves alike had always underestimated how intelligent Wargs could be, if given enough attention and proper care. But Aisling didn’t want for them to attack. So, before the rest of the litter could follow their eldest sister, she placed her hand on her head, caressing the coarse fur lengthening just beside her ears. The Warg understood, and stopped growling, refusing tho to lower her head and stood watching at her side. Her big, fierce girl, she would have been the pride of her kennels in still some time.

“As I recall, you drew your sword first, and swung it.” She punctuated, calmly.

“Yes, because-”

“No threat has been done to you. You were simply asked to allow me to go back with my people, weren’t you? And still, you stood and threatened my second in command, his dragon, and Captain Shagrat.” Oh how she hated this. “You drew your sword first, which was excusable, and tried to draw first blood, thrice, even if you were told no one was a threat to you and no one else drew their weapon, is that correct?”

He stopped and considered, a challenge in his eyes as she waited, patiently, for an answer. She had tried for decades, now, to come to terms with human. It had gained her a war and a state of constant attack. But she knew how to behave. Politeness, logic and avoiding anything that could have been mistaken for a threat. That everyone mistook the appearance of Orcs as a threat per se wasn’t her fault. She took a smallest nod of his head as an affirmative, before continuing to speak.

“So tell me, Lieutenant, what would you have done in my place? A foreign soldier threatens the men under your responsibility, when none offense was caused. Maybe this is a huge misunderstanding, but if so help me understand. What’s the custom amongst your kind in this kind of situation?”

“The custom wouldn’t be defending monsters that plunders and sack innocent people, and burn the land they trample on.”

She heard a disgusted noise on her right, loud and echoing in the throne room, and casted a quick glance towards Cassandra, standing as per her usual on her right, arms crossed under her black cape. She just needed her to be so overly expressive of her disapproval, right now. Luckily, the woman -former so- knew her well enough to get the message. They exchanged a look, and she nodded, frowning heavily but avoiding any further word. She had been extremely clear that this matter was hers to solve. The Nine had been welcomed in the Throne Room, as well as the rest of her Council and the Orcs that wanted to assist, as it was custom. But she would have delivered justice herself, this time.

“Your definition of ‘monster’ may be outdated. Your people are just as good as moving war and plunder against each other without our help, ser. If my people are monsters because of that, so are yours.”

Dorian leaned towards her, at her left, the way he always did during councils and judgements, whispering in that way only she could hear, the faint trail of magic around his words so they were kept private and unintelligible for any other.

“It’s a dead end, honey. I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ll get anywhere any time soon.”

“What would you do?” She asked him, weaving the same spell in her words. He could wait for some minutes more: he seemed so stubbornly intent of playing the statue, that standing still and glowering at the very same Dark Lady of Mordor for a couple of minutes more wouldn’t make that much difference. She had to concede he had some guts.

“Send him on his way. Don’t stoke the fire of his prejudice, show mercy and send him back to his company. He won’t be able to say he had been unjustly treated, no one in Gondor would allow an Orc to stand to trial, let alone let him go.”

She smiled minutely.

Dorian had been, actually, the first human that approached her willingly, knowing who she was, interested in her research and willing to give her his two cents. He had some guts too, when he showed up and corrected what of her doings was known outside as if he could stand as tall as her. A human prince back then, heir to his throne, true, and a talented mage, with a mind as sharp as a blade. But still a human, facing a Maia as if they were peer. She had liked him from the start, and it was still soothing noticing that they still reasoned on the very same length.

But what Dorian didn’t know was that it wasn’t just a matter of insult. Not anymore. And that she owed Cullen an explanation. So, she sighed, scratched Beignet’s big head again, and talked again, so everyone could hear her.

“This human acted out of long-ingrained prejudice. The same we’ve been trying to dismantle. The same we will refuse to abide to. He’ll be free to go back to his company, if he so wishes, and a safe passage will be granted to him through our Lands, provided he won’t draw his sword and attack first.” She declared, voice calm but first. The audience started to mutter, but she stopped them raising her hand. “An insult was moved, tho, and I can’t ignore this. The next time you’ll threaten and attack any of my people without a direct cause that is not how they look, ser Rutherford, Lieutenant of Gondor, you’ll face a less lenient trial.”

She expected an answer that didn’t come.

“Is it clear, Lieutenant?” She prodded, more firmly.

“Clear, ma’am.”

Even in this, even still glaring at her as if he was trying to murder her with a look, he kept the honorifics. She smiled, despite herself, and stood.

“Well, now that it’s settled. The Court is adjourned. Please, you all, return to your duties, I’d wish to speak with our guest alone.”

More muttered around her, worried this time, and no one really moved.

“Please.” She had to repeat, kinder and with a smile and a nod of her head.

Everyone started to disperse, beside her usuals. The Nine crowded around her, some glaring at the human, some stepping up the dais to ask her if she was sure, and if it was the case. Adar and Cassandra, of course, were the most headstrong and worried, and she had to coax them that nothing was going to happen, and she was sure, they need not to worry about her, really.

It took some convincing, but in the end, the doors of the throne room closed behind Dorian, the last to get out, and the last to give her a look. They need not to talk anymore to understand each other – not that they ever needed much wording from the start- and she just knew he may not have worded it much, but he wasn’t sure about this idea of hers. Knowing him, he’ll be right outside the door, just in case. She smiled at the idea, in spite of the situation being everything but something that should bring a smile.

And now, she was alone again with Cullen, this time in an environment that was more familiar to her than to him. And with an atmosphere between them that couldn’t have been more different. Because he was still glaring daggers at her where he stood for trial, hands clenched in fists and… Was that a tremble? She didn’t question it, stepping down the dais, the noise echoing in the tall ceilings. The Wargs rose their heads, attent to her movements, but none rose up to follow.

“I am sorry you had to discover it like this, I hope you’ll understand why I didn’t tell you much of my identity.”

“Your words are but lies and deceits, and you’re not sorry.”

Honestly, Cullen reminded Aisling so much of Cassandra that it was a little funny. Because she had, actually, told her the very same, when they met. And now…

“I only lied to you when I told you I was no one important. All the rest was true, I just omitted details.”

“Your name isn’t Aisling.”

At that, she frowned. She knew where he was going and it was a delicate spot, and she owed him no explanation on that matter.

“My name isn’t Sauron either, if that’s what you’re thinking. If elves and humans can forget my real name and give me a new one and refuse to call me anything else, I can choose one of my own. Aisling is how I’d like to be called. It’s just a name.”

“It is for you.” He sneered, snapping back a couple of steps. “Names are important where I come from. My name is important, it’s all I got and I’ll ever have one. And for you it’s something you can just… Shed and retake!”

That was it. The stubbornness. That was why with the few exceptions that now bore the rings and sat in council with her, she never really cared about humans. So quick to walk this earth, so quick to judge. And she had thought that… It was true what Melkor used to tell her, after all. She was stupid.

“We are saying the very same thing, but my name is the exact thing that prevents you from seeing it.” She said, frowning right back.

She could be patient. But this was her tower, this was her court, she just stood up and went against her council to save him, and he was still stubbornly ignoring all the clues. And forgetting six months of walks and talks and laughing together as if they had been nothing at all. Something trivial that can be discarded so easily.

“I am aware I’m not an innocent flower, ser, and I never claimed otherwise, if I recall correctly. But don’t blame me if you are so afraid of second-guessing what you were taught, after two seasons spending time alone with me, whatever my name may be, and after being brought here with all due care, and judged by a court that I think your Stewart wouldn’t concede to any of us here if Manwe himself told him to.”

She kept on, straightening her spine and stepping towards him with all the pride she had. Cullen flinched, his right hand ran to the hilt of his sword, and that was how Aisling knew the spell over her eyes has dwindled out of her control. It was a flimsy, delicate one, and the first to fall whenever she grew emotional, one way or the other. She blinked over eyes of thunder and light, shining bright and jolting tendrils of electricity outside. She didn’t care to bring them back to a “normal” state, for now.

“You are free to go as per my word, but please, consider if the country you serve, the civilized, morally impeccable, noble Gondor, the last remnant of brilliant Nùmenor, would judge an orc in the same way I judged you today, and if he could walk back to our borders unscathed.”

“You caused the downfall of Nùmenor.”

“You should hear that story from a person who was actually there. My point still stands.”

They stood there looking at each other, and to Cullen’s good name, he didn’t back or flinched back one inch. He stood there, face to face with one he considered to be evil incarnated, and stared right back into her eyes. His hand was slightly trembling, and it was weird how it wasn’t fear that made it so. Or at least, no fear that Aisling could read into his face. But at this point, it wasn’t for her to ask, not anymore.

“You will lower your hand from your sword.” She demands, gently enough, but still firm.

“You can order your lackeys, not me.”

The last six months had been amusing. Very amusing. Cullen Rutherford was interesting, for a human: strong and proud, like a stone in a storm. She had admired him for that, and she could see the same strength in him, preventing him to back up against all odds, against every good reason that should have told him that he couldn’t win against her. It was, in the moment, irritating and saddening, knowing that but one of her names was enough to have him forget everything and act so hostile. As she didn’t back up and just frowned calling on her magic, seeing him closing his fist more firmly on the hilt, she heard a loud whine from behind her.

The Lady turned, knowing what that whine was for and whom it belonged to, to see Cupcake trotting down his place on the dais, nails ticking on the stone floor and coarse fur all up, ears plastered backwards.

To her great surprise, and to Cullen’s too, the Warg placed himself at the side of the man, puffing up his fur and not growling, but looking at the Maia with a glower.

She had bred many, many Wargs now, she knew the breed well, and could interpret the gesture from what it was. She heard Beignet growling faintly behind her, and her heart broke more at the waste of this whole charade. She looked at the Warg and nodded, stepping back and directing what magic she called through to disguise her eyes again. When she opened them, at a major and proper distance that brought the animal to relax, they were green again.

“Take the Warg with you, when you go.”

“He doesn’t belong to me.” Cullen told her, shifting his eyes between her and the canine at his side, still standing protectively. He reached his hip, by now, it was a little early, but not unheard of.

“He does. Wargs choose their companions, Lieutenant. It looks like Cupcake had chosen you. You can leave him here, but the poor creature will feel abandoned. Take him with you, it’s not any different than caring for the dogs you told me you liked.”

She moved her hand with her palm open and backwards, hearing another set of paws trotting her way, just to feel Beignet’s wet nose hitting her palm, before she begrudgingly pushed her brow on her palm for a caress. She obliged, scratching absent-mindedly the ridge in the middle of her brow and back where the longer, coarser mane started to grow. It wasn’t probably good to tell the man that she was reacting to a stressful situation, and would have led the rest of the litter -which she knew was now totally awake and attentive on them- to defend her.

Cullen seemed to consider Cupcake, his anger finally melting some as he looked at the Warg, the pup looked back and opened his mouth in a smile, tongue lolling out of his muzzle, tail wiggling on his back so much his whole butt moved.

“I…”

Maybe…

“I- Ah, I have to go. Keep your… Keep Cupcake. Minas Tirith is no place for a creature from the Black Land.”

Aisling closed her eyes, sighing. He just turned and went, abruptly, walking briskly to the door. Cupcake turned with him, not understanding what was happening. He looked between Cullen and her and his sister, whining.

And so he was going. As he came into her life, without notice and without a proper greeting. Just turned his shoulders and that was it.

But Maira, Annatar, Aisling or any of her many names she hadn’t hated to guts, had always been one for order and beauty, and for what heart was there to be put into arts and acts. And so, she let out a single “Cupcake.” That stopped the pup on his track, and followed the first Gondor soldier that hadn’t tried to kill her on sight, hadn’t known her for who she was known in his land on sight, had treated her with respect and care and kindness for what she was, not for her title.

She reached him faster than any human could have, and he wasn’t expecting her to be quick, or do what she did: reaching out with her hand to grasp his wrist, gently stopping him as he closed his other hand on the door handle.

“Wait.”

He turned to her, a frown back on his face. Less angry and outraged, this time, that was something.

“I’m…” What? What are you, Aisling? Enthralled by a human at your age? Interested? He hates you. But… “Consider getting back for Cupcake, please. An imprinting can’t be undone and… He’s yours if you want him and promise he’ll live a good life and be fed and loved.”

There was a pause, he hesitated. She has seen him petting the Warg and playing with him – she brought him with her one day exactly for that, after he told her he liked dog and missed having one. He had found him ugly at the start -she could hardly fault him, they were intelligent animals, and loyal to a fault, but they were bred for character and capacities, not for beauty-, but warmed up considerably and quickly. She saw him thinking about it, and swallowing as his eyes darted to the side. Following his stare, there he was: Cupcake, sitting down and looking expectantly.

“I…”

Yes?

“… I don’t think it would be possible. I- I…” He stopped, to sigh. “… I couldn’t walk here again, on my own.”

“The Black Gate is open. I’ll leave words to let you in and bring you to me directly. You’ll be fed if I’ll be away, and-”

Wishful thinking had been her undoing, after all, and this time it made no exception. He schooled himself and faced the door.

“I don’t think it will be possible.” He concluded, and from his tone it was final.

Aisling let go, dragging her fingers on the hem of his vambrace for a little more than necessary, before stepping back to Cupcake and placing her hand on his, scratching behind his ear the way he liked. The Warg leaned his big head on her thigh, in response.

“I’m sorry.” Cullen said, begrudgingly enough, as he pushed on the door and opened it, with a cacophonic clang.

Aisling should leave word to oil the hinges. Or she could substitute them, they never turned smoothly.

She told nothing, as he grimaced at the noise and made one step out. Two. She clenched her hand on Cupcake’s collar, stopping him from jumping up and follow. The Warg whined, not understanding why he couldn’t go. Aisling never leashed him, after all.

“Ser Rutherford.” She called, when he was out.

He stopped to look at her, before closing the door behind him.

“My name is Maira.”

She just told him, without another word. She stood in the throne room, he was outside, they exchanged a look that wasn’t hostile for the first time ever since he realized “Aisling” was no simple elven lady. In a moment of stillness, he could have stayed. He could have backtracked, asked her for explanations, for more... Things could have been mended, or started to mend.

But he lowered his eyes, nodded to signal he understood, and bid her goodbye.

“Farewell, ma’am.”

All so polite, even in the very heart of what for him was enemy land, at this point. He let the door close behind her, ignoring the loud whines of poor Cupcake, who was striving hard from running after him. Aisling held him tight, switching the hand that held him in place with the prosthetic, imbued in magic and more resistant, so she could pet him and sooth him with the real one. She crouched down and started to whisper to the Warg sweet words, words of peace and calm, of soothing and comfort. Beignet trotted to his side and whined, bumping her head against his shoulder and doing her best as well.

In a minute there were the other five pups around them as well, huddled in a pile and trying to comfort their brother, now sitting back down and whining pitifully.

Another mistake in a long, long series of many. Maybe Aule was, in the end, right in insisting she shouldn’t run so much and to set boundaries over her experiments and magic. Maybe he was, ultimately, right, and she did all that she’d done – and she couldn’t lie to herself, she did horrible things or allowed horrible things to happen that countless lifetimes of trying to fix it and put an end to the circle could not undone – was in the end for naught. Vain glory and ill-placed pride, coming back at her and looming over her as she looked at yet another pair of lives she hurt. Maybe Dorian, Cassandra, Sera, Bull and the other would have been happier if they never met her. All it took was yet another human who stared at her and just saw what her name brought with her.

That one, single, hateful nickname that she couldn’t outrun, no matter how fast she flew.

But she had many names, she always had, and she chose some of them for herself. Adar and his orcs looked up to her, because there really was no one else out there who listened to them and cared for them enough to add mistake over mistake to give them one chance at peace.

“Patience, child.” Lady Yavanna had told her, one time she had slipped out of the smithy and followed her around her gardens, curious of her art as well and on how could she make with vines and greenery what she did with metal and jewels. “All it takes is a little patience. Living things need delicate hands and careful indications, they can’t be molded and melted and shaped as gold. Plant your seeds and watch them grow.”

She leaned over Cupcake, cupping his big head in her hands and resting her forehead against his. She allowed herself to cry.

“I don’t know where to plant my seeds so they can grow, tho.”

But she could have patience. She could. She, in the end, had as time as she had names.

✨Vibes.✨ (or: the occupation of the Dark Lady for the evening, picture her eating ice cream and singing in playback.)

#aisling the dark lady au #lotr #dragon age #crossover #fic #writing petrel #aisling lavellan #cullavellan #THIS WAS SO FUN AAAAAAAH #Thank you for enabling me #If you read this and you like this #check that prompt list and asked me some more

[lightandwinged]

It’s been a hot minute since I said anything about my life on here bc people just... haven’t been around? I guess? Or maybe I haven’t felt the need to, I don’t know. BUT there are important updates, and I can break them down into three categories:

1. I’m sterile, but this time, it’s on purpose.

2. I have an official diagnosis of fibromyalgia.

3. I’m going to fight God in a Wendy’s parking lot.

Sterility-wise: after Roe got undone in June, I decided that even though the odds of me getting accidentally pregnant are very small, I wanted to make those odds zero. My health is Very Not Good (more on that in a minute), and while emotionally, I’d love to have a fourth kid, it’s just not practical right now. And I didn’t want anyone to control whether or not that happens but me.

So I called my OB-GYN, the one who took care of me through both of my pregnancies, and on October 3, I officially had a bilateral salpingectomy, meaning that my fallopian tubes no longer exist. Ideally, I would’ve kept them in a jar of ether or something for Maximum Creepiness, but that’s also not practical with three kids (two of whom are four-year-old twins), so instead, they were shipped off to pathology and then discarded as medical waste. Before, I couldn’t get pregnant because my body was just a dick. It was still a possibility, but a remote one. Now, though, this one thing is completely in my hands. If I really do want to be pregnant, if Kyle and I decide at some point that we want one or two or six more kids, we’ve got six embryos in storage.

But for now: my body is mine and mine alone. Nobody gets to decide who lives here but me. And that feels really fucking good.

Fibro-wise: about two years ago, I dealt with a major spine injury. Nothing paralyzing, nothing severe, but it left me with permanent nerve damage in my left leg and sent me to the ER in excruciating pain on Thanksgiving Day (definitely my worst Thanksgiving, 0/10, I want a refund). Calling it traumatic is severely understating the matter; any time I feel the slightest twinge in my back or left side nowadays, I have to talk myself down from panicking that it’s starting all over again.

Worse, I couldn’t get any of it treated because of insurance bullshit. Kyle’s company laid him off around the beginning of the pandemic, and then his new job laid him off exactly a week before I was due to have the surgery that would have solved my issue entirely. I lost my insurance, and the hospital didn’t want to accidentally have me foot the bill for it, so the surgery got put off and put off and canceled. By the time Kyle found his current (and very excellent) job and got on their insurance, the spine issue had technically resolved itself, but not before leaving me with zero feeling in a lot of areas of my left leg and with a foot that likes to cramp up randomly because it’s a little slow to get the nerve signals that it’s time to move a certain way. It’s awesome.

Shortly after the injury itself, I found myself getting really tired, really easily. I was also in a lot more pain than usual, and all the doctors I saw had different thoughts about what was causing it. I saw a sleep therapist and got on a CPAP, but her diagnosis was ultimately “bad at sleep schedule.” I talked to my primary, but her diagnosis was something along the lines of “fat also drinks soda.” BUT to my primary’s credit, she did get me a referral to a rheumatologist (even though she said, “it’s probably your diet. Have you considered cutting out carbs?”).

The rheumatologist did easily one of the more painful examinations of my life. She poked and prodded and pushed and pressed, and when it was all said and done, I’d apparently demonstrated pain in all of the areas necessary for a fibromyalgia diagnosis.

Fibromyalgia, essentially, is a disorder of the nerves. It typically happens after a physical or mental trauma, and it results in the brain misinterpreting every signal sent to it by every nerve as pain.There are a whole bunch of therapies available--some with more evidence behind them than others, some more accessible than others--but there’s no cure. It’s essentially a diagnosis of “you can do things to make things a little easier on yourself, but as of now, you’re going to be in pain the rest of your life.”

Which is neat.

So I’ve been processing that. On practical levels, I feel somewhat like I’ve been given permission to give myself a small break. No, I can’t do the things that I used to do, but I also didn’t used to have this condition that makes my everything hurt all the time and, gloriously, makes it so that NSAIDs and other pain relievers are more sugar pills than anything else. I don’t beat myself up as badly anymore when I look around at my messy house because I’m like... okay, it’s not just having twins and depression and no time. It’s having twins and depression and no time AND EVERYTHING FUCKING HURTS. And in that vein, too, I don’t feel terribly bad about renting a wheelchair for our Disney trip later this year OR about ordering a handicap placard from the state.

There’s also some vindication in that fibromyalgia isn’t caused or worsened by a lot of things that you, personally, can do. It can get easier to bear with exercise (essentially, you’re pointing out to your brain that pain is not the correct sensation here, so we can still walk and function), but it affects people of all walks of life in roughly the same way. It’s annoying as fuck, but I feel vindicated that no, this is not my fault.

BUT the biggest emotion is just... grief, I guess. Something is fucked up about my body, and it’s not a fixable thing at this point in time. I can do a lot by myself, but there’s also a lot I can’t do by myself, and that leaves me more than a little dependent on my family and friends for everything, and I do not like that. I was hoping that when the doctor checked me out, she’d say that I had RA or OA or something that’s inflammatory because at least then, I could look into anti-inflammatory treatments, but no. This is a pain disorder where anything inflammatory-related is completely irrelevant.

And I’m mourning because I hoped that it was something that I could easily reduce the pain about. There are nights I can’t sleep because I’m so uncomfortable and there are days when I can’t write or use my computer because my fingers hurt so much. And I’m moving into a treatment plan (after we get back from Disney because I literally do not have time for anything right now), but it’s still like. Ugh. UGH.

I feel unworthy of anyone. I’ve been flirting a lot more lately, and I’ve been pursuing some things casually, but I also feel like there’s never a real chance for anyone who doesn’t already love me to love me because I’m pretty damaged goods. And YES I know this is not intellectually honest of me and that I wouldn’t even dream of saying those things to someone else I know dealing with this, but it’s not always easy to turn off that spiral when it starts.

Which leads me to...

Fighting God: Ages and ages ago, I wrote a big long treatise here about my religious history, but the tl;dr is that I’m nonreligious/vaguely witchy. I’m a pastor’s kid, grew up all gung-ho about the whole thing, but gradually, it all slipped away. I was content with that, and up until recently, I wasn’t really mad about anything with the church because, hey, not my thing but whatever. At worst, following 2016, I was kind of :| at all the people in my life who weren’t considering how their actions affect others, but I was willing to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Not anymore.

In late August, I lost someone to cancer. He was someone who meant a lot to me for most of my life, and we met through church theater things. In a way, he was a sort of last tie back to that life--I built an imaginary life around him when I was a teenager, loved him like crazy. They say that you truly become an adult when you realize who “Landslide” is about for you, and for me, it was about him.

Anyway, he died of cancer, which is awful in and of itself. The church that we’d both been part of had this big fucking spectacle planned around his death and were thanking God for his death in the “at least he’s not in pain anymore” sense, which I found kind of sick. Like God put the goddamn tumor there, why would you thank God for literally any of the situation?

But THEN I found out that he had refused conventional treatment in favor of alternative bullshit, like he wanted some sort of miraculous “and then I had my scan and the cancer was just GONE and the doctors couldn’t explain it!” cure or he was anti-science or whatever the fuck. He refused conventional treatment until this past summer, and then he had surgery and it became apparent that, no, God had not chosen to do things bombastically, but by that point, it was too late. He died of a cancer that could have been easily fixed, had it not been for his faith, and that disgusts me.

Add my fibro diagnosis to that--because it’s treatable but not fixable--and I am very put out with God in general. And yes, we can obviously go into volumes of bullshit the church does anyway that I’ve always hated, and I’ve never been happy about any of it, but now I’m fucking pissed. Anti-Christian, anti-god, anti-whatever. And maybe that’s 3edgy5me, but anger is part of the grieving process, and I’m enjoying it far more than I enjoy when the anger fades for a minute and I can’t do anything but sit there and cry.

(yes, I am seeing my therapist about this, and we’re working through it, slowly but surely)

So there we go. My update. I’ll post pictures of the kids later.

#abby’s physical health #or lack thereof #abby's mental health #infertility #family planning #bilateral salpingectomy #abby and religion #and a partridge in a pear tree

[kimchokejin]

tag game 🏆 in which natalia (@jiminsproof​), heather (@wistfulocean​) and elle (@joon-rkive​) activate a particular brand of crazy for me. but they probably knew this would happen

so the game itself is simple, rank 34 bangtan lead singles (?) in order of your preference

i will put the rest under the read more because it’s about to get long-winded and opinionated in here 🤙

so first of all...this should have been much easier for me given i created a bts song ranker a few months ago and re-ranked the songs like, last month lmao. however as you can probably guess i overthought this yet again! but after 10 listens i think it’s safe to say i should just stop wasting my time and letting bts completely take over my spotify wrapped for the 3rd year in a row. so my ranking is below. but three FOUR important things before i begin!

1. there is only 1 (one) song on here that i h*te. some of the others aren’t really my thing, but i still enjoy them sometimes! it’s just my taste, if i have any. i joke a lot about my opinions being right but really, truly, these are just opinions

i had to resist adding “but i’m right” here

2. i am ranking these songs based on how i feel about them while listening to them alone with my headphones. i am trying to leave music videos and performances out of it, although there are some performances that have seeped into my soul and i just can’t separate them. but i will let you know when i notice that happening. not all of these songs even have performances (that i know of? did they perform heartbeat?) and with the slow ones ofc the performance might just be them standing onstage in front of microphones so i just don’t think that’s a fair comparison. similar with the mvs, i’m definitely gonna be biased towards the videos with more budget and/or when the members are older lmao so i just don’t want that to be a factor. and there are also some songs that are more fun to listen to while screaming along with your friends and i’m not gonna be able to forget that completely either but again i don’t do that as much with the slow songs and i think they deserve a chance in my ranking. point is i’m TRYING to focus on sound alone. and related to that:

3. i do not speak korean or japanese! i like to look up the meanings of bts songs when i think about it, especially because some of them have such great messages (and others not so much lol) but it’s easy for me to forget that while i’m listening to the songs because i don’t understand many of the words they’re saying. i would say overall that the meaning of the song sometimes makes me like a song more or less, but the language barrier definitely makes that super secondary to me just enjoying the listening experience

4. also! i became a fan during dynamite era. so i might be less attached to some of the old songs (or a song like yet to come!) than people who’ve been fans for longer.

okay, so with all that said, here is my ranking:

Film Out

Spring Day

Boy In Luv

We Are Bulletproof pt. 2

Mic Drop

Boy With Luv

N.O.

No More Dream

Epilogue: Young Forever

Lights

DNA

IDOL

Fake Love

Blood, Sweat & Tears

I Need U

Heartbeat

Run

Just One Day

Danger

War of Hormone

Fire

Dope

Stay Gold

Black Swan

ON

Airplane pt. 2

Butter

Dynamite

For You

Save Me

Life Goes On

Yet To Come

Not Today

Permission To Dance

some of these rankings might be surprising so please

let me explain

in reverse order so we end on a positive (but emo) note

(notes aren’t even necessary and were written mostly in drunk lmao basically just whatever came to mind while i was listening)

[namjoon voice] so let’s go!

34. Permission to Dance

literally no offense to anyone who likes this song if this music gets you going i won’t stop how you move but i want this song to walk the walk out of my life. where to begin...i guess i’ll start with the first time i heard this song, which was the premiere, and i remember watching the music video (i know it’s not supposed to count BUT) with my roommates and at the beginning we were like “oh she’s wearing a mask...is she gonna...” and then she DID. they all did. and we were like are you serious? we stayed up for THIS? like ed sheeran wrote it and i doubt the guys had much creative control of the video esp the scenes they weren’t in but like releasing a song with a music video basically proclaiming COVID is over when it was still a huge problem literally everywhere...YIKES! btw get your omicron boosters folks. ofc the lyrics are generic enough that my friends and i just decided to treat it like a gay rights anthem after the rainbow cowboy performance but even if i could get the horrible taste out of my mouth after that...the song itself still makes me sick. they autotuned the fuck out of it to the point where the chorus sounds like vomit sloshing around in a bucket, the lyrics are empty nonsense, and it’s just not bts! like ed sheeran wrote better songs for one direction, songs that still sounded kind of like ed sheeran songs. this isn’t even ed sheeran’s new sound and it CERTAINLY isn’t bts’ sound. i listen to this song and best case scenario i am tense the entire time waiting for it to be over. my friends and i CHEERED when it dropped down from #1 after one week lmao. the 1 (one) good thing about this song which doesn’t count for my ranking is the sign language built into the dance, that was great! i promise i will not be like this for the rest lmao

notes

the beginning is a one direction song. is it wmyb? that would explain why it triggers a fight or flight response in me

i mean when it’s live jk’s part at the beginning is kinda nice but again that doesn’t count

namjoon why did you say elton john in a british accent

“right vibe” yoongi please define this vibe you keep speaking of

hobi’s cute during his part at the end of the chorus but that’s because of him not the song

jimin’s high notes at the end are good live but again they don’t count!!!

same with jin’s “we don’t need to WOOOOOOORRYYYyyy” that’s my favorite part of his voice

i needed to drink to get through this one yikes

33. Not Today

okay so absolutely NOTHING against not today but this falls in my category of bts songs where i’m like...”why are you yelling???” which makes absolutely NO sense because i generally LOVE the songs that go hard and this song is kind of allegedly about social justice? which is literally the MOST valid reason to be yelling. and yet...i think this song just makes me feel like i’m in a battle scene in a movie, but not the biblical kind like ON, more like the sci fi and/or youth revolution kind like hunger games where it could feasibly happen in a few hundred years and it just stresses me OUT! when i’m in a really chill mood this song can be fun but in any other situation i’m like someone please get me outta here i’m gonna dieeeEEEE. idk i’m sensitive sometimes. i guess the song does its job though

notes

okay but literally does the beginning of this song not give you anxiety is this really just me

yoongi’s rapping voice is good though

extra! huh!

still part of this ~woooooorld~

extra plus ordinary! huh!

WAH!

WILL i survive? will i REALLY???

chong! jojun! BALsa!!!

seriously it’s movie trailer battle scene music

too hot! (milk)

i love hobi’s rap

whatcha sayay! not todayay!

whatever effect they did on the vocals in the bridge i liked that it fits

hands up!

i had a nice day i do like this song

but it’s also v long

i will accept this gunshot it could be thematic

32. Yet to Come

ahhhh yet to come...again i LOVE the message behind this song and it’s something i need to hear at the tender age of 26. the sound just isn’t really my thing. but the best part of this song is when the rap line comes in on the chorus. specifically yoongi and how PASSIONately he raps his part i really FEEL it in the live performances (not that that’s supposed to count here...). last thing i’ll say is that i feel the need to sing this song more than i feel the need to listen to it, so i guess it’s catchy, but i don’t enjoy the listening experience as much as most of their other songs

notes

vocal line does sound nice in the beginning actually

i should just listen to this drunk all the time

no i shouldn’t

[jk voice] yooonGAAAAAAAAY

i sure HOPE the best is yet to come

31. Life Goes On

this might as well be tied with yet to come tbh, the only difference between the two is that i’ve been with this song longer and i’m more attached. and vocal line’s high notes in the chorus are super impressive. i try to sing along and i’m piercing everyone’s eardrums. singing that high AND softly is really fucking hard like props to them...also every time yoongi sings “mmm mmm mmm mmm” i say “thanks suga” afterward because that alone is worthy of a grammy

notes

the bass line is so close to another famous song idk which one but it’s also satisfying

we got jk low notes good good good good good good GOOD!

thanks suga

BEAUFITUL BEAUTIFUL high notes

30. Save Me

this song is catchy, it just doesn’t really do anything for me. i think it ends up fading really easily into the background and it doesn’t really stand out next to other songs with a similar sound

notes

the clock is like what do you mean what is the purpose (2015) of it

jimin your voice is beautiful

i just don’t think i could pick this instrumental out from a lineup of other 2010s dj hits you know?

lmao the echo on tae’s voice went so weird like really listen to it (nyah nyah nyah)

please save me tonight p p p please save me tonight

whoo! whoo!

the best of ME???

but yeah this sounds to me like parts of other songs but don’t ask me which ones i’ve lived a long life i don’t remember

no thank YOU namjoon 🤭

29. For You

okay i genuinely do LOVE this song i just don’t always have the patience for it, if that makes sense. it’s a good vibe that sometimes makes me feel nostalgic but it takes some time to build up. that’s okay! i just have to be in the right mindset for it. and similar to heather i only discovered the mv recently and wow that’s adorable 🥺

notes

joonie baby why are YOU far away. come home. the kids miss you

shower! we’re getting really excited about hygiene!

lmao what is that noise they had to wake yoongi up for this

tae did a REALLY good job in that chorus wow

oh rap line in the chorus no wonder i like this

28. Dynamite

this is the song that got me into bts and it’s a bop! and i think a lot of people have problems with the lyrics because they’re ridiculous but dare i say i like them more than butter’s? it’s just a silly little song and it makes me happy sometimes. jungkook does like milk, lebron does jump high, king kong does exist, that’s three facts in one song what more can you want? and i’ll give bts the benefit of the doubt on this one because it was the first all english group song (that i know of?). maybe it WAS just a gift to armies all around the world because times were tough and english is a widely understood language and not an obvious cash grab like ptd or...

notes

cup of milk let’s fuckin rock and roll!!!

i like jk’s voice when he says kong and stone

this beat cha ching like money! huh!

the autotune here is bad too ngl

namjoon i’m sorry you had to say that in a megaphone but i kinda love it

🎵 its called 4 on the floor! a beat you can’t ignore! 🎵

27. Butter

okay first of all you cannot call me a butter hater exhibit a my 2021 spotify wrapped:

i listened to regular butter (#1) ALONE 724 times...i just really wanted it to stay #1 on billboard lol but i kind of was addicted to the song too. i didn’t get really tired of it the whole 10 weeks straight i was listening to it (between other bts songs...i’m not crazy). and i love that it showed bts being confident about themselves because i worry about that sometimes...some of them have anxiety and body image stuff so seeing them like this like oh yeah i’m hot shit again made me really happy. that said, you know, this was definitely a cash grab and the song itself feels very thrown together (unlike dynamite which was basic but seemed to be more ~sonically cohesive~) so i can only rank it so high

notes

b-b-b-buttah motherfuckah!!!

woo!

break it down!

i remember when this song first came out i was so confused? idk it all just happened so fast

fresh boy or doom boy namjoon which one is it

oh hobi’s part is the BEST part whenever there is party to bring he BRINGS IT

WE DON’T STOP!

OH MY GOD!

26. Airplane pt. 2

sequels will never match up with the original and with an original like airplane by j-hope that is a BIG hangar to fill. not that i spend all of my time listening to this song comparing it to airplane pt. 1 lol. it’s a bop for sure, but similar to save me i think it fades easily into the background. the performance with the microphones takes it over the top but i’m not counting that here. ummmm don’t tell natalia’s mom i need to stay on her good side

notes

i’m in a detective film

the HIGH NOTES! JIN!!!!! i think

i forget what the dance was for this actually but i hope they shake their hips a lot

again hobi’s rap is the best but it’s literally the same as part 1 you know???

IDUNNOIDUNNOIDUNNOIDUNNO! IDUNNOIDUNNOIDUNNOIDUNNOOOO! IDUNNOIDUNNOIDUNNOIDUNNO!

[unnecessary sexy sighing]

25. ON

getting to my biggest LET ME EXPLAIN moments. a lot of this will be the same as what i say about black swan, i don’t think these songs are meant to stand alone. they don’t sound BAD alone, but they were meant to be performed. it’s true of so many kpop songs but when you take away the performance these songs in particular (compared to other bts songs) just don’t hit nearly the same. i think a part of that might just be the way they were mixed/mastered and what the streaming platforms did to the volume when they were distributed (i am completely pretending to know anything about this). not sure if this is fair to use as a factor because the song itself is still so good, but this is a problem i have with songs from other artists too where they sound so good with speakers but then with your headphones it’s just...disappointing. ON in particular sounds a bit quiet and almost restricted in my headphones, while other bts songs sound a lot louder and fuller at the same volume. like when you watch ON being performed, you are ON the battlefield WITH the marching band watching them fight and it’s incredible. when you’re listening to ON alone on your headphones you are watching a war movie with bts as actors and half of them aren’t great actors and no one knows how to use the weapon they’re holding except yoongi. it’s like watching the ON cinematic music video when you could be watching the kinetic manifesto dance performance. it will just never compare

notes

i can’t understand what people are sayin! no way me too

no i will not look at your feet namjoon i have seen enough

whatever else namjoon is saying i love it

okay it’s a little better than watching a war movie it’s like watching a high school marching band youtube video

edgelords

hobi and yoongi’s echo things and sound effects are the best part of this thing

ooh yeah oh eh eh oh oh eh uh huh uh huh doo doo doo

YA YA YA YA! YA YA YA YA! YA YA YA YA! YA YA YA YA! YA YA YA YA!

WIN NO! MATTER! WHAT! winnomatterwhatwinnomatterwhat nega mwoladeon nuga mwoladeon i don’t give a uh i don’t give a uh i don’t give a UH! YEAH!

jimin will you be my roommate though for real i need one

like jk’s high notes are not nearly as dramatic without him standing alone on the stage crouching in pain with a band behind him it’s just not the same

like i’m tapping my foot i just don’t feel the energy

24. Black Swan

i think i made my point with ON but i will just add here that it makes more sense for black swan to not hit in general just because the whole point of the song is like losing passion for music. and it’s not *just* an r&b pop dance song like i think the orchestral elements and the vocal distortions make it super unique. but without the performance, again, it just doesn’t hit the same at all. musically this song is like edging to me. it kind of builds and then goes steady and you’re waiting for it to flourish but then it doesn’t, it just goes “do your thang” and i’m just like dudes what does that even mean. i don’t know what your thing is either. and again maybe that goes with the meaning of the song but i’m just never satisfied unless i’m watching the music video or a dance performance. so that’s why this masterpiece is here on the list

notes

this song is really fucking cool i mean it

the bass is full i appreciate that

bump bump bump! jump jump jump!

yeah yeah yeah! killin me now! killin me now! do you hear me yeah!

hobi’s part is really good

driving to the studio!

ba da NA NA!

this should’ve been a hit

23. Stay Gold

this song was an early fave of mine, i have fun memories of listening to this in my roommate’s car as they were first introducing me to bts. but it got old real fast so i haven’t listened to it much since 2020. but listening to it again after a while...it’s a good song...the best part of it BY FAR is jimin when he sings the japanese part in the chorus because holy shit is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life??? wtf????? if he did that for the whole song it would probably be higher on this list lol

notes

i’m sorry i will never hear the beginning of this song normally ever since that meme lmao

tae is really good in that pre-chorus

they really BELT out that chorus you go vocal line

honestly pissed they only had jimin do the japanese chorus once i have tears in my eyes

jin said “i’ll steal your heart” and i didn’t even believe him but then he did it :(

oooooh those high notes! so pretty!

22. Dope

okay i love this song but it does fall into the “why are you yelling???” category. i think what throws me off is the musical break after chorus. whatever that instrument is reminds me too much of another 2010s song i didn’t like and i just can’t always get with it. i’ll jam to it with other people but not really when i’m alone. lots to make fun of though which i really appreciate!

notes

AYO LADIES AND GENTLEMEEEEEEEEN (say this in a really annoying baby voice)

DOPE! DOPE! DOPE!

JJEO JJEORO!!!

i don’t wanna say yes!

🎵 some words just go together like higher desire and fire 🎵

those beats in namjoon’s part really hit

ENEMY ENEMY ENEMY!

ENERGY ENERGY ENERGY!

the fact that namjoon said “can i get a little bit of hope?” and hobi’s part wasn’t right after...wtf....

bangtan style lmao

hustle liiiiiiiife!!!

[baby voice] I GOTTA MAKE IT RIIIIIGHT BABY

OW!

21. Fire

thoughts are pretty similar to dope even though they literally tell us why they’re yelling. a bass boosted version of this was my “GET THE FUCK UP BITCH” alarm for a short time so i think it also gives me horrible flashbacks that probably affected the ranking. but it’s a jam for sure!!!

notes

like those first notes bass boosted...imagine that waking you up...it’s scary

this instrumental is honestly ridiculous

when i wake up in my rrrOOOOM

say la la la la la! (la la la la la) say la la la la la! (la la la la la)

(bultaoreune)

BOW WOW WOW

hey........................................burn it up

fiyah!

need! to burn! it down! OW!

HA! HA! HA HA! HOTTER (i always thought they were just laughing aggressively oops)

20. War of Hormone

i am CACKLING every time at jk singing “yes i’m a bad boy so i like bad girls” i love it so much. also s/o to tae for giving his ALL to “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT NOW...IMMA GIVE IT TO YOU GIRL RIGHT NOW” because that probably did a number on his voice. he did so much for us 🥲

the beginning is hilarious i can’t believe they had the mario coin and power up noises too they did that for ME!!!

so aGGRESSIVE namjoon

I’LL be your FAN!

YES i’m a bad boy SO i like BAD girls

hello hello (what) hello hello (what) tell me what you want right NOW!

hello hello (what) hello hello (what) imma give it to you girl right NOW!

say that in a baby voice too

i like the guitar a lot

eh heh! eh heh! eh eh eh hu yeeeeeeeah!!!!!

19. Danger

this song is just so dramatic and hilarious i always love listening to it. also the most important thing i have to say about this song is i am SHOCKED there isn’t a pokemon parody for this in which jimin says “you gotta catch em all” right before the chorus because that’s what i sing every time i cannot be the only person who does that

notes

yeeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

(in a baby voice) YOU’RE IN DANGER

YOU’RE IN DANGER

YOU’RE IN DANGER

YOU’RE IN DANGER

i’m SICK!

DEONG DEONG DIGIDEONGDEONG

MICHIL GEOT GATAAAAA HOOOOOO

YOU GOTTA CATCH EM ALL!!!

you gotta make fun of jk trying to be sexy in the chorus with the UH!

tae really just let it all out in this song thanks for that buddy

BEEP BEEP!

rap line is so good. why are they so good. who approved of that

oh also sing jimin’s part in the chorus with a baby voice

18. Just One Day

ahhhh....this reminds me of chill car rides as well. i love this song, it’s cute, it’s catchy, it’s fun to “sing” along to, it’s nostalgic, it’s a specific genre of bts songs where i think this (and maybe for you) are the only singles, but it’s my comfort genre. i love it dearly

notes

[namjoon sexy voice] yeah...just one day...one night

[deep inhale]

YA!

the SOUND EFFECTS! BEST PART. so silly i love

when the chorus goes do it! do it! do it! i feel like they’re poking me

hobi brought the party you didn’t have to ask him he just did it

can you please stay with me 🥺

17. Run

run is another one of my early faves. i remember when my old roommate first showed me their music videos this was one of the videos and songs i remembered liking a lot, probably the best at the time. maybe it was the most similar to music i was already listening to. but yeah, it’s a big banger as you know

notes

the GUITAR!

dasi run! run! run!

jimin in the chorus he’s singing his little heart out!

(in the most baby emo voice you can muster) don’t tell me bye bye! you make me cry cry! love is a lie lie! don’t tell me! don’t tell me! don’t tell me bwye bwye!

hobi’s rap is really good wow

ooooh whoooooo oooooooh ahhhhhhh

the bridge is really good like that is a quality bridge do you know how hard that is to come by

16. Heartbeat

this placement is a bit of a surprise to me because a couple months ago this was really low in my ranking. i blame sarah <3 but i think the main reason behind that was, again, me having no patience to let music build. but when you let it get to at least hobi’s part it is SO beautiful. it may still grow on me yet, stay tuned

notes

jk solo low notes oh woooooooow

🎵 some words just go together like higher desire and fire 🎵

jimin i love you you don’t have to wish for it <3

you give me a new BIRTH

HOBI!!!

this is a fist pumper when you get to the 2nd chorus

JIMIN’S HIGH NOTES

JIN’S HIGH NOTES

when the GUITAR gets going oh yes

tae singing high is also so beautiful there’s something special about it

15. I NEED U

okay so this is another banger but what sets this above some of the others is the silly boy band dance i do to this song which isn’t supposed to count but still

notes

fall (everything) fall (everything) fall (everything)

AH!

hobi’s part is so good

but you are everything! everything! everything!

mianhae (i HATE YOU!) saranghae (i HATE YOU!) yongseohae (shit)

and then the dance move

it goes round and round! i go down and down!

jungkook you don’t need a girl could you even look her in the eye at this point?

I NEED YOU GIRL!

another excellent bridge

14. Blood Sweat & Tears

fantastic song ABSOLUTELY no question like this song is great the whole time there are no dull parts i listened to it 10 times in the last week so i should know. not even thinking about the performance!

notes

starts out good and just doesn’t stop wow

peaches and cream sweeter than sweet chocolate cheeks and chocolate wings

“kiss me” if you insist hobi!!!

hobi doing most of the chorus is actually the best idea they’ve ever had

kiss me on the lips IF YOU INSIST YOONGI

oh my god jimin’s about to do some insane high notes

OW!

13. Fake Love

listen. this song is amazing incredible show stopping never been done before never the same totally unique etc. BUT. it was not meant to sound like it does. the rocking vibe mix is a step in the right direction but ultimately this was the final answer. i consider this the official version. we all know they were emo kids it just makes sense

notes

[screaming] FAKE LOVE! FAKE LOVE! FAKE LOVE!

i wanna be a GOOD MAN! (just for you)

now i don’t KNOW ME! (who are you?)

HOBI’S PART

LOVE YOU SO BAD! LOVE YOU SO BAD! drink some water sweetie

why you SAD? i don’t know. nan molla

YOONGI’S PART

oooooh i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know why

outro as intro <3 they do that a lot haha

12. IDOL

what’s fun about this song is i forget how much i love it all the time for some reason. and then it comes on and i’m like holy shit this is so good how unexpected??? also that whistle noise in the background throughout basically the entire song scratches an itch i never even knew i had. great song, one of their best for sure

notes

the BEAT in the beginning

can call me artist! can call me idol!

i don’t! care!!

i’m proud of it! no more irony!

god this song is so fun

i KNOW what i am! i KNOW what i want! i ain’t EVER gonna change! i ain’t EVER gonna trade! CHOO CHOO!

YOU CAN’T STOP ME LOVIN MYSELF!

WOOHOO!!!

AYY!

spotlight eh ! superhero goddamn! anpanman!

I LOVE MYSELF!

RUNNING MAN RUNNING MAN RUNNING MAN! BRRRP!

and the whistle do you hear it in the chorus it’s in the left ear i think it’s like a sports whistle but melodic

AYY!

11. DNA

okay so i have history with this song as well because if i remember correctly this is the first bts song i ever heard. and i didn’t really like it at first because it reminded me too much of other popular songs on the radio at that time that i didn’t like. but over the past few years and with distance from those kinds of songs i’ve grown to really love this one. tae starting the song out is a real treat because i think he rarely starts out the big songs and his voice sets a really cool vibe. also s/o to the one of my favorite misheard bts lyrics of all time “PUT YOUR ASS ON ME!”

notes

lmao the put your ass on me line might have something to do with god and fate that makes it even funnier like this wasn’t random chance you were DESTINED to put your ass on me. tragically beautiful

TAKE IT! TAKE IT! 😳

this love! REAL LOVE!

DNA! TRUE LOVERS!

my notes really are just any english sounding words i hear sorry

OH YEAH!

i love the shouting in the chorus. i love shouting

whose voice is the really low dna

space noises!

yeongwonhi! yeongwonhi! yeongwonhi! yeongwonhi!

screw the lightbulb

la lai la la la! la lai la la la!

10. Lights

first of all side note why are bts japanese songs so freaking good and give me so much emotion? why didn’t they do this with the english songs. this song is so sweet and beautiful and we again get jk starting out in his lower register which is GORGEOUS and then jimin once again singing in the cutest voice ever why was he designed to make me cry. anyway. love the song and the video doesn’t count but it might actually be my favorite bts video ever

notes

low jk solo sorry idk why i’m obsessed with this now

JIMIN 😭

WHOA HO HO HO

SING IT

every time i’m thinkin bout love every time i’m thinkin bout love! eh!

the build up to the chorus i love it i love it so much

vocal line stop making me feel things

i’m your liiiight! i’m your liiiiight!

oh this song is long i forgot

i’m BREAKIN DOWN (same)

JIMIN 😭 

EVERYONE 😭

this is one of their best songs seriously i probably ranked it too low

9.  Epilogue: Young Forever

i am not always in the mood for this song just because again i have little patience to let things build but when you get to yoongi and hobi just fucking screaming their parts i ascend to another plane of existence. it’s not even necessarily the song, it’s the PASSION i feel when i hear it that makes me love it. and again you have rap line in the chorus you simply cannot fail with that

notes

[jk voice] YOONGAYYYY!!!!!!!

HOBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHILLS!

i’m drinking sake out of a solo cup because i’m forever young

the drama! the passion! you’re gonna love the arts in philadelphia!

jimin got this tattooed

and the way it slows down and becomes kinda solemn at the end i’m gonna cry

🎵 gang vocals here we come! 🎵 😭

8. No More Dream

a classic of course of COURSE!!! again rap line in the chorus can’t go wrong. also this has definitely happened in songs before this one in the list but i love when rap line, usually yoongi, just has one random high pitched word when they’re rapping something (i want a big house big cars and big rings but  sasireun I don't have any BIG dreams) like it’s my favorite thing ever i don’t know why. and they’ve been on their follow your dreams bullshit since day 1 god i love them

notes

the BASS LINE

namJOOOOOOOOOOON

the school bell lmao

whatever hobi’s saying i love it

GEeee

STOP!

SUCH A LIAR!

la la la la la!

they’re just growling at me it’s the best

was the gunshot thematic

this seriously went so hard

please tell me how everything i’m doing is wrong i respond to that

yeah yeah! OW!

okay those gunshots were def not thematic :/

to all the youngsters without dreams aha xx

7. N.O.

okay with this song i’ve blocked out the mv completely :) and the ONE concert performance with that fucking GUITAR RIFF is literally like an engine revving up in my chest. the performance doesn’t count but too late it’s a part of meeee!!! and you gotta do that little steering wheel move for JOHEUN CHAAAA!!! the other fun thing to do is during the chorus when they’re like everybody say NO!!! you do the little echo no! and andwae! in a baby voice. baby voice never gets old to me sorry. and talking about youth issues no one else was talking about! they are icons for a reason!!!

notes

B T S

JOHEUN JIB! JOHEUN CHA!!!!

i guess this song is also supposed to be a revolution but it doesn’t stress me like not today idk why

everybody say NO! (no!)

we roll....we roll....we roll!!!

rrrrrrRRRRAH!

huh?! HUH???!!!

lmao there is so much going on in that last 30 seconds or so

6. Boy With Luv (barely feat. Halsey)

i think this was the second bts song i ever listened to intentionally, so again there is history, i was too jaded to like it the first time i heard it but when i was in a better mindset first getting into bts i really enjoyed it! jimin asking me how my day was and texting me i am giggling and kicking my feet just thinking about it. such a cute fun song and it being a more feminist version of boy in luv????? which still ranks higher on my list but pls ignore that for a sec finally please watch this video the choreography just works way too well

notes

doing the fan chant in my head sorry

vocal line finally figured out how to sound a little bit sexy without trying too hard it turns out the secret was feminism

ohh...............................bae

someone...please......come be his teacher......................

the instrumental is cool like someone called it kitschy once i agree if that’s not an insult

i love yoongi’s part

ay ay! ay ay! HOPE WORLD!

and hobi’s part

oh nooo! oh nooo! nooo way! nooo way! boy with luuuv!

oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh

i WANT it!

namjoon’s part too all of rap line

yeah? sigh

let me flyyyyy

5. Mic Drop

mic drop is definitely meant to be performed but the difference for me between this and ON/black swan is the song still stands well on its own. it’s definitely better with the performance but i still listen to it by itself and i’m happy. and it’s just good the whole time. aside from the slow part but i’ll tell you my secret on getting past that. when namjoon’s doing his dramatic speech you gotta hype jin up. hype that part up like it’s literally the best part of that song coming up, like that dance doesn’t look completely ridiculous, and it will eventually be one of your favorite parts of the song

notes

okay i do picture hobi dancing in my head during this intro i can’t help it

yeah?

world business! bang bang! clap clap! magic! mic mic bungee!

i’m fine sorry! mianhae eomma!

i do it! i do it!

ooooh highlight of this song is when they echo “hella sick” like barking chihuahuas

baby watch your mouth (mouth!) it comes back around (round!) once upon a time (time!) we know how to fly (fly!) go look at your mirror (same! damn! clothes!) you know how i feel? (gaehaengbok) turn UUUUUuuuuuuP how many hours til we fly (woooOOOOOooooo) i keep on dreamin on the cloud! YEAH I’M ON THE MOUNTAIN! YEAH I’M ON THE BAY! EVERY DAY WE VIBIN! mic drop BAM!

namjoon says mic drop so calmly and casually i’m gonna

haters gonna hate players gonna play (swift 2014) live your life man good luck

HERE WE GO HERE WE GO HERE WE FUCKING GO!!!

and ragdoll

bo! bo-bo bo bo-bo body roll! bo! bo-bo bo bo-bo body roll! (what do you mean those aren’t the lyrics)

thanks steve <3

4. We Are Bulletproof Pt. 2

dude this just goes so hard so fast and again i’ve blocked out the mv completely in favor of the ONE concert performance in which namjoon does his little sword fighty move with his jacket and the...sash? strap? one of those things. i can’t get it out of my head and i don’t want to. again. SO much to make fun of here it’s just everything i need in a bts song and more.

oh FUCK yes

WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!

HA! HA! WE ARE BULLETPROOF! HA! WASSUP! (wassup) BULLETPROOF

[baby voice] IREUMEUN JUNGKOOK! SEUKEIREUN JUNGKOOK!!!

the vocal inflections or whatever!!!

fuck it UP tae oh my GOD

[baby jimin voice] we go HARD! <-- name of my bts hype playlist lol

click click ! bang bang! (said in a baby voice)

we just sing it like (said in a nerd voice)

AND RAPPER MAN!

rap MONSTER!

IRIWA MIRI BWA! HA HA!

rrrrrrRRRRRRAH

jin sang this right after downing a glass of milk

again there is so much going on in this dance break outro lmao

3. Boy In Luv

this song hits EVERY fucking time. i don’t even remember the performance aside from jimin is there. it doesn’t matter. the song is so good and i don’t understand the words i don’t care. it’s got hip hop, it’s got rock, it’s catchy, you can make fun of it, it ticks all the boxes for me

notes

(for absolutely no reason) FIYAH!

oh tae is definitely also there

tae really messed up his voice for this song please have some respect

rrrRRRRAH!

hakuna matata! OH!

i love this whole goddamn thing

say “say what you want” in a baby voice also

car noises!

hold up!

i just ignore the meaning of the word oppa for this

yeah yeah yeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAH

jimin sing it bby!!!

2. Spring Day

this song was another early favorite of mine but i did get tired of it for a while because they kept performing it in 2020. but now that i’ve had some space i feel like i can fully appreciate it again. this song didn’t have to grow on me at all, i instantly liked it, tae’s “you know it all, your my best friend” deserves an oscar, i can’t even beLIEVE yoongi’s verse, and again! they are talking about this even while the government was (supposedly?) trying to downplay the whole tragedy. and this was AFTER they were getting successful, they had something to lose, but they did it anyway <3

1. Film Out

this probably seems a little random. i wasn’t in love with this song on the first listen, it definitely took a little for me to really get into it. my friends and i kept playing the music video on our big tv just because it was trippy and funny and when the song started getting stuck in my head it was all over. and vocal line SHINES in this one wow wow wow like especially the end with jimin and jin!! but we still have humor in namjoon’s part so this song is missing nothing. and then the INSTRUMENTAL. it sounded a bit strange to me when i first heard the song but now everything (the piano, the orchestra, the guitar) all come together so beautifully. and the LYRICS like at the end of the day it’s just some sad j-drama ost but it’s MY sad j-drama ost. i’ve never seen it though lol

notes

gorgeous

starts with just a little piano

piano builds

guitar comes in

harmonies

.........................................................................................ayy

beat comes in (”let the beat in”)

[clenches fist] ahhhhhhhh

making fun of namjoon in this song is my favorite past time sorry

and the la la la la las over sope’s rap <3 <3 <3

AND NOW THE ORCHESTRA

AND JIMIN!

AND JIN!

AND JIMIN AGAIN!

beat drops out

i’m a conductor now actually

to conclude:

i hate ptd

i love jimin

newfound love for jk’s lower register

tae really does put his whole pussy into it sometimes

chances are i love hobi’s part

[jk voice] yoooooonGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

namJOOOOOOOOON

jin was there...i love him i swear

sorry for all the pop 101 references

why yes i am absolutely insufferable at kpop night thanks for asking

so if you made it through this whole post let me know i’ll give you a gift of some kind idk what yet but lmk if you have any ideas

not tagging anyone because i don’t want to subject any more of my friends to reading this but if you see this and would like to do it please go for it and say i tagged you! i love to hear other people’s thoughts on bts songs, good or bad

#tag: i'm it! #jiminsproof #wistfulocean #joon-rkive #warning to anyone about to click read more this is literally 7000 words idk what happened #ummm staying in character i guess #the v important things i ignored in order to finish this post bc i couldn't stop thinking about it.................. #i hope i make you guys feel normal #oh and thanks for the tag this was ao much fun!!!

[artemis-entreri]

quarantineme replied to your post:

Helps a lot love, I guess what always gets me is the 7 years of Artemis doing ???? and how plastic the new books treat established cannon

[[ Please pardon my answering this as a separate post, that’s a question that I’ve put a lot of thought into as well. XD

Here’s the short answer: Training. Athletes in our world spend most of their time training, with top end ones doing something like 5-6 (some reports say 7-8) hours per day, 6-7 days a week. If we go by D&D rules, to avoid any possibility of gaining the stackable condition of exhaustion, he’d have to rest 8 hours each day that he spends doing strenuous activity, which training would constitute. He could certainly push himself and spend less time resting, but this would make him susceptible to gaining levels of exhaustion, which has the following effects in 5e:

In practical terms, what this mean is with even 1 level of exhaustion, his senses would dull and his ability to perform certain tasks would be hindered. At 2 levels of exhaustion, he would only be able to move half as quickly as he would normally, which in D&D terms applies strictly to the distance that he can move per turn, with each turn being around 6 seconds. Things like how quickly he can draw his weapons, how fast he can bring up a blade to parry, block, or attack would be hindered by 3 levels of exhaustion. At level 3 exhaustion, he’d also have a much harder time resisting various effects like being poisoned, being charmed, being incapacitated, and even being killed instantly by certain attacks. The rest of the chart is pretty self-explanatory. As you can see, in both D&D and real life, not getting the rest you need can really add up quick. 

Moving away from the D&D mechanics side of things, while Artemis is certainly someone who pushes himself to the absolute limit, he’s also someone who is very careful and very dedicated to efficiency, so it stands to reason that he’d understand the importance of taking the necessary amount of rest. I don’t see him ever willingly putting himself in a state in which his senses and abilities could be compromised. He’d be the type to train 7 days a week (or by his world’s terms, 10 days out of each tenday) and rest the necessary amount each day. In theory, he could train for longer, like 12 hours a day, and while a long rest would clear up any chances of exhaustion accruement, pragmatically speaking, that’s not a good idea as that would increase the acid build-up in his muscles, which causes fatigue soreness, and damage if it persists. With any of those, it’d mean that he wouldn’t be able to train as long and/or as effectively, so it would be something he’d try to avoid.

With let’s say 8 hours of training and 8 hours of rest each day, that still leaves 8 hours that are unaccounted for. Over a 7 year period (each Realmsian year is 365 days just as it is with ours), that adds up to  2920 hours, which is a lot of hours that aren’t accounted for with sleep and training. That being said however, his activity types would be limited given the constrictions laid out so far. They’d all have to be “light activities”. One thing that we see a lot in the Drizzt books is that the characters spend their free time in taverns, to an almost silly degree. In some of the books, Artemis would spend literally hours each day sitting around in a tavern, scowling over a tankard of honey mead and literally doing nothing else. While sitting around would certainly constitute “light activity”, what we’re shown just doesn’t seem to fit his character very well. Unless he’s actively people-watching and assessing potential sources of threat among the local population, it’s a horrendous waste of time. Rather than finding any relaxation and recuperation in such an activity, it would likely drive him nuts.

What the books don’t show us are the types of activity that Artemis would likely engage in during his recuperation time. We know that he’s a master of disguise, able to slip between totally different appearance nigh-instantly, but this kind of thing requires preparation and can’t be done with whatever happens to be available at any particular moment. Thus, Artemis would be spending a fair amount of his “free time” working on assembling these disguises. Another way that he’d be spending that time would be moving about, as light travel, meaning no forced marches and no vigorous horseback riding, doesn’t impose any risks of exhaustion. The fact that he totally falls off the grid, even Jarlaxle’s, suggests that he was constantly changing his location, as even if he utilized his disguises to the maximum, Jarlaxle would eventually be able to find him if he stayed in the same place for long periods of time. Heck, Artemis could even be working on his drawing skills, albeit unintentionally, as a way to pass the time, after all he was able to freehand draw the silhouette of Jarlaxle during Promise of the Witch-King without Jarlaxle posing for it. 

Of course, that only addresses what he might be doing in each day. 7 years is a long time, and it wouldn’t be unreasonable for him to be affected by or even participate in events of the world at large. The Forgotten Realms Wiki has a year by year breakdown of the events in the Realms that you can use for inspiration about what Artemis might’ve been up to in those 7 years:

1357 DR

1358 DR

1359 DR

1360 DR

1361 DR

1362 DR

1363 DR

1364 DR

However, these only cover the most major events and/or the only ones that are specifically noted by observers that survived to tell the tale. Some of these can’t realistically be applied to Artemis due to factors like distance, location and plot restrictions, for instance after his traumatic experience in the Underdark it’s unlikely he’d be getting anywhere near the Undermountain or anything underground, he wouldn’t have gone anywhere near the Bloodstone Lands as that’d mess with The Sellswords plot later, he wouldn’t tangle with the Tuigan and/or the events surrounding them, just to give a few examples.

Artemis could be inserted into some of the listed events, however not until 1358 DR at the earliest on account of needing some time to get as far away from where he was as possible and finding some sort of routine. He should most likely be ruled out from 1364 DR and possibly a big chunk of 1363 DR as well due to needing time to wander back to Calimport. I could see some crossover with the events of the earliest books featuring Erevis Cale, but that might be introducing too much of the small world phenomenon. 

That’s also not to mention that in a wide, wide world, those breakdowns by year don’t even scratch the surface of everything that’s going on, so there’s plenty of room to form your own ideas and theories. I have my own as well, but that’s a separate subject. ;P ]]

#Artemis Entreri #legend of drizzt #Forgotten Realms #Jarlaxle #Jarlaxle Baenre #exhaustion #responses #ooc #quarantineme

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

The Master has decided to argue about his souls, and possibly body wash at @sins-of-the-sea​ -

“...well, forgive me if I had to get your attention somehow. If you want to get a child to pay attention, you play with their toys, its simple enough when you put it that way...”

The Fae didn’t raise his voice or break eye contact, sounding both unimpressed and unapologetic as he shrugged and sat down opposite the Sea Demon - no ‘chair’ necessary, simply floating on nothing as he calmly rolled his neck and sighed.

“...but fighting over your possessions wasn’t my goal, and collecting souls isn’t my style anyways, so let’s not waste our time with posturing, shall we? This can, and will, take far longer otherwise, and we both know we can do this until the end of time and back... I come with not a deal, not an ultimatum, but a warning and a suggestion, one Aspect to another...”

His voice lowered to a whisper, but it was laced with power beyond simple mountainous presence or intimidation - it warbled with the weight of prophecy, of things not known to many but immutable and lethal to more than just the listeners if ignored.

“...there is a Harvest coming, Deep One: The architect of which can, and will, consume all if left unopposed - all souls, living, dead, claimed or not will be forfeit to their will, in the name of destroying this world to make it ‘anew’ in their image... and it will be a world NEITHER of us will desire, nor have any place in. No freedom or pain, no choice or feeling or thought or purpose or Life or Death or ANYTHING... more, I cannot yet say, for much is still yet in motion, but know this - I do not agree with you, or your methods, but I still respect you for what you are nonetheless, THEY will not, for all their honeyed words. When the time comes, you will know, and if not I will be waiting... better to play the game to the end than let some fool throw the whole board for their own amusement, no?”

A pause washes over the space between them, before the reverent warning is punctuated with an irreverent chirp of amusement and an over-exaggeration of the ‘P’ at the end of his next word. “...welp-, that’s it. I’ll get out of your... wait, you don’t actually have hair, do you? Ah, doesn’t matter, message is done, I’ll get out of your ‘whatever’ anyways. I can only take so much salt before I need to rinse it off with something stronger...”

With that, the Spirit ‘stood’ again, giving an oddly-out-of-place irreverent salute to their counterpart as they turned to leave... before stopping and tilting their hooded head back at the other cloaked being, the faintest of smirks upon their lips. “...Unless... there was anything else? We’re both busy... ‘people’ for the loosest meaning of the word, after all, and I’d hate to deny you the chance to tell me anything you deemed important, or ask questions you deemed necessary... even you deserve that much courtesy...”

#ic #sins of the sea #Stone and Sea - Permanence in Rest and Permanence in Motion #the deepest of depraved spirits #the fuscha flameheart of lust

[loosesodamarble]

Hi, can I have A5 w Asta?

Yes Anon! You can have this request! I know I keep apologizing for taking forever to finish these requests but I've got some other projects going on at the moment and I...

It's here now though! I finished it! You didn't specify whether you wanted things to go Asta's way or not but I decided to be good to our little future Wizard King!

I hope you, and others, enjoy what I've come up with.

Summary: When you, an administrator at the Magic Knight Headquarters, summons Asta for an unknown reason, Asta thinks of his history with you. Genre: general, friendship Word count: ~1000

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When Asta received a summons from you, all the other Bulls had annoyed looks on their faces.

“Again?” Zora groaned. “They keep bothering you and it's starting to bother me...”

“You know you don’t have to meet them every time they ask, right?” Nero asked.

“Nah, it’s no big deal,” Asta assured everyone, as he reached the door. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back later!”

As he rode the Demon-Slayer Sword through the air, Asta reminisced on his history with you.

Asta sat in a tiny office. The desk in front of him was covered in stacks of paper, inkwells of varied fullness, and quills that were either pristine or used to ruin—no inbetween. Then, you stormed in with hair so frazzled it looked like you’d fought a tornado and lost.

“Alright pipsqueak, it’s time you talk,” you said with a scowl. “We’re gonna have a nice, lengthy chat and you’ll tell me all your secrets. Got it?”

You looked ready to kill Asta at the time. And very nearly did.

You refused to let him leave for any reason. Not a drink or snack or even a bathroom. He was in that room for… Asta never figured out how long the interview had lasted. But he had been stuck with you until you’d grilled him for all he knew about his anti-magic swords.

The next time you two met…

“Oh hey! It’s you again!”

You glared when Asta approached you in the halls of Headquarters. Your cross expression might’ve been due to him abruptly approaching you but there was also a stack of binders higher than your head that you were carrying in your arms.

“Long time, no see, right?” Asta greeted you with a grin.

“And it’ll be longer. I have to be going,” you snippily replied.

“Wait wait wait!” Before you could dismiss Asta again, he took half of your stack into his own arms. “There we go!”

Your eye twitched and you clicked your tongue. “You really want to waste your time with me?”

“Waste? It’s not a waste if I’m helping someone!” Asta insisted.

Your surprise had been clear on your face and you didn’t protest the offer after that. What’s more, you gave Asta a coupon to a local cafe as a thanks.

“They’re not that bad,” Asta muttered to himself, still thinking of you.

Even though you were uptight, demanding even…

“Asta!” You snapped the next time he stepped into your office. “You and your vice captain failed to obtain Forbidden Magic licenses for those devils! I will not stand for such flagrant neglect of the rules!”

But you were attentive and thoughtful…

You, on a visit to the Black Bull’s base, slapped a stack of paperwork into Zora’s hand.

“It’s incomplete,” you pointed out. “Your squad will get a penalty if I accept it as is. Complete it and then bring it back.”

“What kind of mockery is this?!” Magna snapped from one side of the room.

“I’m making sure that your squad doesn’t get in trouble over administrative matters!” you shouted. “Learn to say thank you, dammit!” As you made your way to the door, you passed by Asta.

“Uh, thank you, by the way,” he said, smiling warmly.

You turned up your nose. “I’m doing my job, kid. It just happens to benefit your team.”

You had become heavily involved in the matters of the Black Bulls overall.

Many of the missions sent to the Black Bulls were administered to them by you. The number of visits you made to base went beyond what was necessary for in-person evaluations and base inspections. Sometimes, you even brought gifts for the squad members. “I need to repay the favor to my hosts,” was your excuse. You complained about getting gray hairs whenever having to read damage reports but always seemed to find a way to minimize the demerits the Black Bulls received.

Even though you never said it out loud, Asta knew how much you cared.

To Asta at least, you were an unofficial member of the Black Bulls.

Taking all his past interactions up to that point into account, long story short: things would be going in Asta’s favor that day.

Finally, Asta spotted you on the balcony where you usually greeted him. He waved and you mirrored him.

“Yo!” Asta greeted when he landed. His smile grew when he saw you actually smiling at him. The first time he’d seen you with such a face. “What got you in such a good mood?”

“For one, you’re here,” you replied plainly. “But also, I’ve got some amazing news for you!” You gestured for him to follow you to your office. “It regards your trial, it seems to be coming to a close,” you explained as you walked. “There’s a lot of support for you given your actions prior to the knowledge of your devil coming to light. You being so upstanding made the case easier. So thank you.”

“Hey, it’s not just ‘cause of me. You’re the one in charge of my case, right? So you deserve some credit.”

You paused and sighed, “I only reminded everyone of your service to the kingdom, nothing more.”

“Don’t say that! You’ve been watching out for me and the Bulls for more than a year now!” Asta insisted, his eyes shining. “We didn’t start on the right foot but you opened your heart to us and became an ally! We’re still not the best squad but we’re improving our work thanks to you! And it’s thanks to you being here at Headquarters that my situation has changed. So thank you!”

“Oh Asta…” You sighed again. “You might’ve said that too early because I still have one more piece of news for you.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. “You’re getting promoted. You’re one step closer to becoming Wizard King, Asta. Congratulations.”

The scream of joy Asta let out in that moment pierced your ears to be sure. But your smile told Asta that you didn’t even mind.

#questions from the ask box #black clover #black clover asta #black clover fanfic #reader insert #300 follower special #a moment in time

[magicline]

Yumekuro • Link (Rainbow-coloured Wedding Road) Moon Route Meister Story Translation Part 1/3

(A/N): It is recommended to read the story with in-game voice lines ! Beware of spoilers and enjoy reading ^_^

⚠️ STRICTLY NO REPOSTS

Uninvited Guests.

Emma : You have decided to make a second video this soon, and I’m truly happy for that.

Link : Because the response we got was much bigger than expected ~

Link : Thank you for all the hard work you put into editing it ♪

Emma : Fufu, thanks for Link’s hard work too.

Link : Last time we had an issue, where we had to delete some scenes due to the length of the video. So, I thought it would be a waste not to use it.

With the PR video we’re currently working on, new elements will be added on what we’ve taken so far…

Together with a few of the crew members, we visited the cathedral again to shoot the flower shower scene.

Link : —Alright, I got all the accessories I ordered. All that's left is to get the flowers and set up the equipment.

Link : I’ll help carrying the equipments, will Emma be okay taking care of the flowers?

Emma : Yeah. I’ll be fine handling the rest on my own.

Staff : Link-san! Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind lending me a hand!

Link : Ahahaha. Speak of the devil. I’ll be off now!

Emma : (Link, he’s always busy… Once I’m done with the flowers, I’ll come to help you.)

With the said thought in mind, I picked up the flowers to prepare for flower shower.

Fancy-looking Guy 1 : Hello there miss, can I have a word with you for a second ~?

Emma : …?

I immediately looked up to the voice who called out for me, then I saw several men with large equipments standing in front of me.

Emma : (Equipments for Magic Line? It seems like they aren’t one of the crew members—)

Fancy-looking Guy 1 : Talking about the wedding video posted by Link-san on Magic Line, were you the one who played as the bride?

Emma : Yes, I did……

Fancy-looking Guy 1 : Seems like both of you get along very well! I have a question, are you guys dating?

Emma : Huh? We’re not, I’m just the guild keeper—

Fancy-looking Guy 2 : Hey hey! You got nothing to hide! You can just tell us the truth ~

Emma : (Maybe they’re working for… a broadcasting system called tabloid journalism.)

Link : …What are you doing? She’s not a streamer, she’s just a civillian.

Emma : Link…!

Link : Emma, are you okay? I’m sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have left you all alone.

Fancy-looking Guy 1 : Ahh, look at them! A two-shot! They look like a true bride and groom ~!

Link : Enough is enough. We’re doing a filming here, so could you please tone it down?

Link : If you continue to cause us any more trouble, I wouldn’t hesitate to call the securities.

Link responded with a resolute manner, while smiling at the guy who started to look anxious.

Link : Sorry for the wait. Everyone, let’s start checking the equipments. Emma will be joining us over here.

Emma : Yeah… Once I’m done with the flowers, then I’ll help you check out the equipments.

Fancy-looking Guy 1 : Let your guard down a little, missy. Just tell me the full story then we’ll leave!

Emma : Oh!

Just right before the man could grab my arm, an arm wrapped itself around my waist from behind and pulled me closer.

Link : …

Emma : … Link?

Link continued shielding me behind his back, and looked at the men with a strong gaze.

Link : Don’t you think, you’re going a bit too far for it to be just an interview?

Link : You can sue me or do whatever you want to me. But, if you dare hanging out around her any longer…

Link : I wouldn’t hesitate to take necessary measures.

Fancy-looking Guy 3 : Hey, did you capture that!? The number of views is going to hella big!

Emma : (These people, they didn’t even take our words seriously. All they care about is the number of views they’ll get…)

The men barely listened to what Link just said, as “I got some great shots” was heard coming from one of them.

To be continued…

(A/N): If there are misspellings, mistranslations etc. please let me know and excuse me. 🙏

Next chapter : Moon Route Part 2

#yumekuro #dream meister and the recollected black fairy #ymkr #yumekuro link #ymkr link #yumekuro translations #ymkr translations #ymkr tl

[vlodimirvoneverec]

4am ramblings! Tw: depression, trauma, that sorta thing.

Man, I’m trying to reconnect with my emotions in therapy and its just so hard. Because after all these years theres just a lot of hurt behind the dam. I think if I start letting some emotions through to process them, Ill get caught up in the deluge and drown. They’re overwhelming. Putting them away behind a wall has helped me survive to get to where I am today and the only reason I’m trying to reintegrate the feeling part of myself is because I know I should, not because I want to or believe that it will help or improve things. In fact, I think that if I start feeling things, I wont be able to stop and the world will feel paralyzing and overwhelming again. I just have hope that I am strong enough now to shoulder it. I used to feel things so deep as a kid and now as an adult I realize I still can feel that deeply, still experience joy and newness and the perfect combination of all those ooey gooey neurochemicals that make life take on color and sound and motion again. But then with that depth the loss of them hurts all the more. Like if a turtle came out of its shell to finally feel the sunlight on its face only to freeze to death once the sun sets. Id rather stay inside my shell. There may be no content heat, no gentle summer breeze or succulent clover inside the shell but at least there’s survival. Survival in the hope that maybe one day, the sun won’t leave and return to the shell will never be necessary. But each time that feels like it might be the case the winter frost scores my nose and leaves me alive just enough to regret doubting the safety of the shell. And alive just enough to begin longing inside for the heat to rise again. My classmate said her therapist said starting a sentence with “I feel” then ending it with an intellectualization doesn’t count. Which is hard, because I’ve been masquerading my intellectualizations as feelings and using what I think I should feel as a reference point. But I dont know what I feel because I dont think I could adequately articulate it linguistically. Its paralyzing. When you have so much to say but can’t get it out in a way people understand. Like trying to scream in a bad dream but theres so much power getting ready to burst through your throat that it dies in there. I guess I think that if I start feeling, I’ll have to catch up from all the time I spent not feeling. And I know thats a lot of shit I’ve just swallowed down and pushed through since I didn’t think there was anything to do for it at the moment. And the thing is is that there wont be anything to do for it in the current moment but feel it. And it seems like a waste to cripple myself like that with nothing to show for it but a sense of despair and defeat. Maybe if I feel things again and get the feelings out I can move on from the thing tearing through my mind most of the time. I’ve talked with so many people, people I’m close with, who I trust to give me their honest advice and opinions. Even with all this I’m nowhere closer to a solution or a plan of action than when I got back. If anything, I’ve less now than when I got back. Of course, when I got back there emerged plenty of other dumpster fires to put out, which is an ongoing fire suppression process. My friends must be sick of me just ruminating over the same thing. Bringing it up in unrelated conversations over and over and over, like a rock in the ocean waves. Well all the edges are smoothed out now, but the rock is still there. I don’t know if it will erode any more. Or quick enough for my purposes. Don’t I owe it to my loved ones to get over this and move on? Because whether I have time to ruminate or not, the world turns on, and the longer I linger the faster I’ll have to run to catch up. Another classmate said humans have discomfort with discomfort. Im a testament to that perspective. Hope can be a pain, when you can no longer see giving up as an answer. It will cycle through again I just know it. I just hope I have the presence of mind to enjoy the suns heat on my scaled head and the soft ground below while it’s there before it recedes...

#im okay and that’s actually the problem with it all #I know ill survive because I’ve survived worse im just sick of never feeling the pressure release #or at the very least not be able to be present in the moment when the pressure releases #instead im checking out and looking forward for when some other shoe inevitably drops again

[inquixotic]

NANA & SEB, NIGHT 26.

with @zexhyr.

𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. he is half hoping she doesn’t follow, half hoping she does, but of course she does and he swears in french. “you want to talk?” he calls over his shoulder, only stopping to take his mic off to put his feet in the water. like hell was he going to give the producers this show. “then talk.” nana walter She calms down as they walk away from everyone else and to the pool, it's where her words finally settle and she regrets what she says. That wasn't cool of her but she had to fight back-- actually, no she didn't. She didn't have to do anything, Nana was just being a bitch and to the one person who has been nothing but kind and gentle with her. God, she's terrible. Following in his lead, Nana takes her mic off. "Was it really necessary for you to call me a coward like that? And in front of everyone?" 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. “is it really necessary for you to stay here like you are part of all this?” it’s not fair to her, when that was clearly on the producers, or whoever books flights. “when you have made it abundantly clear you do not give a shit about any of us.” nana walter "Come on, I was just apart of all this not too long ago," she says. "But don't worry, I'll be officially gone very soon." Back to Alabama because what she needs right now is her momma and sisters. She silently kicks off her shoes before she puts her feet in the water. She doesn't sit directly next to him, they need the space, well, she needs it. "I give a shit about some of you," Nana says quietly. 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. “bon débarras,” he practically spits, the hurt he felt by her announcement morphing into a cold sort of anger, steeling inside him. “no, you don’t,” he retorts as quickly as she says she cared. “you do not care. or you would not have pretended you wanted to give me a chance.” nana walter "Yes I do." Despite everything, Nana does care, just about three people. Naomi ( who doesn't care for her ), Bash ( who probably doesn't want anything to do with her ), and Seb ( who is no longer in her corner ). She still cares and will never stop caring about them. "... But I did want to give you a chance. Honest. I wanted to it's just... I realized that my heart wasn't in it like yours." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. “merde.” he says, hurt clear in his face now, through the anger. bullshit. “if you had wanted to, you would have stayed. i told you i wanted you, and you chose to leave instead.” nana walter "So what, I should've just stayed despite being unsure about this show? About you?" She hates this. "I couldn't do that, not to you." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. “that is the point of this!” he’s nearly shouting and he catches it, pausing to take a deep breath. he doesn’t want to raise his voice at her. “do you think i was sure about liam when i picked him?” he asks, his voice more even, a little cold. “i wasn’t. i was not certain. i took a chance. and you are the one who is not willing to do that with me.” this isn’t even really about winning at the moment — he’s not sure she had a chance, after that reveal. but he does genuinely hurt, after risking showing her that he could have feelings for her, that he could be compassionate, only for her to decide to leave. “and that is why you’re a coward.” nana walter She flinches, Seb shouting at her specifically catches her off guard. And she deserves it, deserves more than that if she's being honest but God does she hate it. "Yeah, well, you picked Liam and look what happened to him. Gone." Because Liam wasn't a fan favorite with the audience or islanders, if that challenge had happened again then it would be Nana who would be gone. Why waste her time like that, for what, a guy she barely even liked romantically? "Stop calling me a coward." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. he’s speechless, for only a moment, and he frowns. “are you saying that is my fault?” he asks, his brows knitting together with a mixture of confusion and hurt. “that is what you are, isn’t it? it is either that or you’re a better actress than i thought.” nana walter "That's not what I'm saying--" She's not thinking when she speaks which is obvious right now. "-- I'm just saying that Liam wasn't a fan favorite, the same way I'm most likely not a fan favorite right now. I would've gotten kicked off the same as him." There's also the anxiety and her insecurities reminding her that she isn't good enough for anyone, that soon enough even Seb would realize that and pick someone else to be with. Yeah, that sounds about right. "So I'm a coward because I didn't want to meet you with half assed... feelings? Whoa, okay, yeah whatever, Seb." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. he shakes his head. he doesn’t think she understands how reality tv works if she thought this would be enough to get her sent home. “and what does that matter, what they think?” he asks her instead. the way he’s looking at her right now can’t feel nice, and part of him hopes it stings. “half-assed,” he repeats, feeling it like a slap, shaking his head. “you are a fake.” nana walter "It just does! Because everything I'm doing right now is for them, I'm doing all of this to make the audience happy." She pretended to be something she's not, she went after Josh and Marcus despite not giving a damn about them, hell, her coming onto this show was also for the audience! All to gain a fanbase and become famous. Nana can't even look at him, it hurts too much to do so, so she looks down at the water. "Fuck you." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. “oh, fuck off with that,” he snaps, back, sick of her acting like she cared what the audience thinks at this point. “if you truly were doing this for them, you would not be leaving.” part of him hates that they’re in the pool right now because he wants to walk away, without a producer interrupting to give him his mic back, without risk of running into anyone. “get in line.” nana walter "Well, things changed." She blames the producers and a bit on Seb for growing attached. She's running because her plan has been ruined and because of the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she's with Seb. Both frightened her and caused her to short circuit. Nana scoffs at this words. "As if there is a line," she says. "No one wants to fuck you, Seb." She pulls her feet out of the water, she can't be here anymore. She wants to cry, to be alone and away from him. "This was stupid, talking to you was a mistake." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. “bullshit,” he bites out, growing increasingly frustrated with her excuses. he reaches out to grab her arm, hesitating. almost like he is going to say something different, at first, and decides against it, dropping it like it burns. “sentir le sapin,” he mutters, frowning. not moving from the pool. nana walter A part of her wishes that Seb would stop her from leaving, the other part of her is glad that he doesn't. She can already feel the tears ready to spill out but she keeps herself together so they don't. "And what did I tell you before? If you're going to say something about anyone you gotta say it in English," she says, putting her shoes back on. "Lache." 𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮. he shoots her a dark look. “that one does not translate.” nana walter "Of course it doesn't." Nana doesn't believe him but she doesn't care enough to push this conversation any further. Her shoes are finally on which is good for her as she sniffs just once. "Good luck finding someone on this stupid show." And she turns her back on him, quickly walking away as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.

#sebastien & nana. #thread: sebastien. #thread: discord.

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

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[finelinevogue]

Imagine YN doing the tiktok prank where she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand every time H kisses her djsnsjgfbg

oh i’m so in on this!! okay here we go;

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Harry stood by the door ready to go out for lunch with his friends, after having just come and given you a kiss. He had stopped short, however, when he saw you wipe away yet another one of his kisses.

You were currently filming scenes to make a TikTok where you wiped off your boyfriends kisses challenge, or whomever your significant other was. You thought it would be funny to try out on Harry seeing as he is a really affectionate and loving person. Your following on TikTok had been small to begin with, as you were only posting baking or arts videos, but as soon as you started posting videos including Harry your following shot up and now you were the most viewed account on the platform. Yeah, you’d beat those dancing phonies over in L.A. and you were proud of it.

“What?” You asked innocently from where you were sat on the couch.

“What do you mean ‘what’? You’re chuffing wiping all my kisses away, that’s what? I mean, are they too wet or do you just not love me any more?” He protested, standing with his keys, wallet and his phone all ready to leave the house except he wasn’t making a move anywhere - at least not until he’d fixed whatever problem you had with him.

“I’m not doing that.” You rolled your eyes and returned your attention back to where the TV was playing your new favourite Netflix show; Sex/Life.

“Oh i’m sorry,” Harry started sarcastically, making you so badly want to smile but you had to suppress it for the video, “so i’m just imaging my girl wipe my kisses off her face then?”

“I don’t know what you’re so worked up about baby, i’m not doing anything.” You stressed, eyes locked on the start of a steamy scene between the two main characters of the show; Billie and Brad. Fuck, was Brad hot too. Harry hated both Brad, and the actor Adam, because he’d recently found out he was your man crush and he was undeniably attractive.

“Not doing anything my arse.” He mumbled and then walked over to you, keys jangling in his pocket, “Let’s try this again.” And he leaned down to kiss your cheek, and you pouted the opposite way in response go let him kiss a broad area. He gave it a quick second peck and then turned to leave your space.

He got as far as where he’d been stood before, when he caught sight of you discreetly rubbing your cheek, with a sweater paw, where he’d just kissed you.

“That!” Harry exclaimed, making you jump and divert your eyes away from a shirtless Brad on the screen, “That right there. Just wiped my bloody kiss away!” He pointed to where your hand was lowering itself from your cheek.

“Bab—”

“Oh no, no, no. Don’t baby me.” He walked over to you, pulling out all his belongings and shoving them on the table next to the front door. He swiftly made his way over to you and literally hopped over the couch, landing on top of you with a big groan from you.

“What are you doing y’wanker?” You laughed but also moaned from the pain of him jumping on top of you.

“Right missus.” He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, getting rid of Brad’s sexiness before Harry starts seeing red with desire or green with jealousy - neither which would be very beneficial to either of you today.

“Hey—”

“No. No more Brad. Eyes on me, woman.” He directed your face towards him and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was clearly so wound up about this and you wanted to cave, but also this content was second to none. Fans would have a field-day with this kind of content.

“Eyes on you, yes.” You said seriously, before bursting out laughing again. Harry couldn’t help but smile, even when he was pretending to be mad at you. Or was he actually mad at you? He couldn’t remember now because you were so bloody good at distracting him.

Harry leaned down and started pressing kisses all over your face. On your cheek, nose, forehead, jawline, eyelid and obviously your lips. He savoured his most precious and best kisses for your lips and his more passionate and sloppy kisses for the rest of your face. You were a giggling mess beneath him and you wanted to tell him to stop, but your laughing was too intense for you to break a word through. His kisses were mixed with his own smile and sometimes he bit down gently against your skin when he was trying to hold in his own belly aching laugh.

“How many kisses am I getting?”

“As many as it takes for you to not remember how many you need to wipe off.” He challenged back, and he’d already won because you were too lost in the fun of the moment to remember how many kisses he’d given you already.

“Baby?” Harry pulled away from you at your questioning tone.

“Yes?” He looked at you with suspicion.

“It was for a TikTok.” Harry groaned and sat up off of you, stroking his hair off his forehead and back onto his head neatly. “I’m sorry,” you rushed out, trying to save yourself, “your fans made me do it.”

“Had me bloody worried, y’absolute ninny.” He laughed a breathe of relief.

You placed your hands on Harry’s thighs that were straddling you and left them to lay rest there. You chuckled as he shook his head at you. This was going to be a good video, you thought to yourself - possibly even your best.

“Sorry.”

“Glad to know my kisses aren’t going to waste for nothing.” He chuckled, before looking at his Apple Watch with pinged at him with a text message. “Ok love, I need to go now alright?”

“Mhm. Have a nice time.”

“Of course. I’ll pass my love on.” He leant down to kiss both of your cheeks and then your lips, holding them there for a little longer than necessary. “Don’t pass on my love to Brad, thank you very much.” He got up off the sofa and made sure to emphasise how much he despised Brad in the way he said his name.

“Alright!” You laughed, watching him pick all his belongings back up. “Now go!”

“And don’t you dare wipe those kisses off.”

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