#like have you considered that the world won’t collapse if you go one (1) day without catastrophising

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There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss." A look at some moments that might, depending on your perspective, count as Jon and Martin's first kiss. For the Jonmartin week day 1 prompt "First Kiss" - Updates one chapter a day, every day of Jonmartin Week.

A few people said they'd be interested in two more chapters of this so here's Chapter 10 (out of what will now be 11)!

Content Warnings for this chapter:

blood

explosions

stabbing

canonical character death (?)

Jon had a thousand eyes, pockmarking his skin, encircling his head in grotesque haloes, swivelling and searching and drinking in every last drop of terror in the ruined world.

And all he could look at was Martin. 

Martin’s face, furious and terrified and determined beyond words. Martin’s hands, white-knuckled with effort as he tried to wrench Jon free from the web of black magnetic tape that spooled over his arms, across his chest, around his throat. The blood trickling from Martin’s forehead where he’d been struck by a chunk of fallen masonry. If he made it out of this, he’d have a scar on his forehead to match Jon’s, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t if he didn’t leave right now.

“I can’t protect you from this,” Jon told him desperately. “Go!”

“I’m not leaving you trapped here killing the world while I watch!”

“If you stay, you’ll die.”

And Martin did not hesitate for even a moment before he said, “Then I’ll die!”

Jon’s answering, “No!” was all but drowned out as another explosion rocked the panopticon. The floor was collapsing under their feet, and the walls were crumbling, and half of Jon’s eyes were blinded by a shower of ash and rubble raining down from what remained of the ceiling. He couldn’t see what happened – and, God, what use was the Eye if he couldn’t even see this – but he heard a high, whimpering noise of pain as something hard and heavy collided with Martin, and then Martin collapsed onto Jon’s chest. Jon did his best to hold him steady.

“Martin, please,” he murmured. Even with all the noise around them, he didn’t have to shout when they were this close. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

“Tough! Okay?” Martin set his jaw and held Jon’s gaze. The floor shook again, but he didn’t flinch. “Where you go, I go!”

Jon heard himself murmur back, “That’s the deal.”

The fate of untold thousands of universes hung in the balance. If Jon lived through this, he would hate himself forever for how easy it was to make the choice.

“Okay,” he said. His voice was steady, now. A wave of calm had washed over him when he’d come to his decision. All he had to do now was ride it to the end.

Martin hadn’t yet caught on. “What?”

“Do it.The knife’s just there. Let them go.”

Martin gaped at him in horror. “I’m not going to kill you!”

“Cut the tether,” Jon insisted. “Send them away.”

Martin stared back. His face was painted an eerie white from all the ash and powdered masonry that clung to his skin, making the bright arterial red of his forehead wound stand out like a brushstroke on a fresh canvas. 

“Maybe we both die. Probably. But maybe…” Jon’s voice wobbled, then broke. “Maybe everything works out, and we end up somewhere else.”

“Together?”

“One way or another. Together.”

Martin stooped to pick up the knife. His hands were shaking so badly he could hardly keep his grip.

“I don’t think I can…”

“It has to be you. The Eye won’t let me do it.”

“Are you sure about this?” Martin’s eyes were wide and fixed on Jon’s, and Jon couldn’t bring himself to lie.

“No,” he said. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They kissed.

It was a farewell, and they both knew it, whatever Jon might say about Somewhere Else. Martin’s lips were warm and desperate, pressing into Jon’s skin like he was the last real thing in the universe, and Jon could feel him shaking and sobbing in his arms. It lasted just a second longer than Jon was expecting, and he was beginning to wonder if he would need to pull away, to remind Martin that they didn’t have time, when he felt the searing pain of a knife in his chest.

Martin’s hands were firm. Even while he shuddered with pain and disgust for the task at hand, in this one, most important moment, he was steady and unflinching. He dealt a single hard blow to the convenient gap in Jon’s ribcage, and the knife met no resistance on its way to Jon’s heart.

Jon gasped as if he’d been punched, all the air leaving his lungs with a sickening pop. He tried to say Thank you, tried to say I love you, tried to say I’m sorry, but he couldn’t get a breath. All he could do was clutch at Martin with clumsy, weakening limbs, and hope he knew how much it meant.

A ragged sob tore from Martin’s throat as the world collapsed around them. Jon felt a tug from the tapes, pulling him toward the rip in the fabric of reality. The last thing Jon felt before everything went dark was Martin tightening his grip, holding fast to him as the web pulled them both into that vast unknown, and he contented himself that wherever they were going, they would go there together.

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[leaderoffestivals]

EnStars x Merc Storia Ch 3 Pt 1: Let the Melodies Resound

Madara: If that’s how it is, that means it’s time for the real deal to take centre stage, riiight?

Yuu: Madara-san?

Madara: It’s the job of an idol to captivate and entertain after aaall! Come, enjoy this idol’s stage to your heart’s content!

Scenario Writer: ? Season: ? Characters: Mikejima Madara, Amagi Hiiro, Shiratori Aira, Ayase Mayoi, Kazehaya Tatsumi (EnStars: MaM & ALKALOID) Merc, Yuu, Rustoa, Segideel, Segideel, Various Villagers, Village Boy (Merc Storia)

Aira: Hello~ there! Please take this flyer~! It’s for the upcoming stage play, “The Prince of The Land of Tears”! It’s an absolute must-see, you know~? I LOOOVE~ ♪

Villager A: Sure! I’ll invite my father and Micchan along to watch too!

Aira: Thank you so much! —Ah, I’m giving these out in order of first come first serve, so please, wait patiently for your turn, okay~?

Villager B: Alright! I heard there’s an ex-soldier performing innit, right? I just wanna know the details, that’s all!

Villager C: Mama, look! There’s a description of all the stage props being used here!

Villager D: Oh my~, you’re right! Ehhh~, they’ve even got instruments that make use of electricity here. I’m so excited to find out what kind of show it’s going to be~!

Tatsumi: Yes, do look forward to a production that has great attention put into every detail.

Rustoa: WOOOW~, you’re terrific, guys! I had such a terrible time when giving out flyers on my very first day. I even went and gave the flyers out in bundles by mistake!

Hiiro: We have experience in this, you see. You can count on us to help with tasks with this, anytime!

Mayoi: Uuu~gh, whereas for me, I’ve always broken down and collapsed whenever it’s time to carry out these activities, so I’m a good-for-nothing who can’t be considered experienced at all…  

Aira: Mayo-san, you make up for that by giving your best in other areas, don’t you~?

Rustoa: You guys seem to have had your share of experiences as well, huh?

Tatsumi: Our group, which we call ALKALOID, didn’t have a path that could be considered smooth sailing from the very start.

We’ve even had to take on jobs of distributing flyers to promote other idols’ Lives as part of our work.

Aira: I never imagined that experience would come in handy in a place like this, though~!

Rustoa: So that’s how it is… … But, is it really all right for me to trouble you guys to distribute flyers for my show on top of giving me instruction, though… …?

Tatsumi: It is fine. We’re helping each other out in times of need. You reached out your hand to all of us when we were in trouble too, didn’t you?

Rustoa: Tatsumi-kun… …

Segideel: FUWAWAA~!

Rustoa: What’s wrong, Segi-san? There’s something going on with that crowd over there—?

Eh, Madara-kun!?

(Blooming World BGM plays)

Madara: Hey everyone, gather around! For those who have already seen the show, come watch it again! And for those of you who’ve yet to see it, do make it a point to come down and watch the stage production, “The Prince of the Land of Tears”!

The travelling tale of a lonely Prince who weeps all the time! What kind of encounters await him on his journeyyy~? You gotta come find out for yourself!

Villager E: Wow~! That’s got me interested! Gimme one of them flyers, won’t ya, laddie?

Villager F: Me too! Me too!

Madara: Excellent~! The start time of the performance is clearly written here too. Please take the time to read it through before the actual show!

Aira: As expected of Mikejima-senpai. His ability to communicate is as outstanding as ever. I should watch and learn from him too—

? ? ?: —Oops! UWAH~! Please pardon me! I tripped over a rock—!

Aira: Ah, no, the fault is mine… …

Eh~? Yuu-kun?

Yuu: Aira?

Aira: Wow~! We haven’t seen each other since yesterday~!

Yuu: That’s right. But, what are you doing here?

Aira: We’re distributing promotional flyers for “The Prince of the Land of Tears”! We can make inquiries with regards to inter-world transfer and help Rustoa-san out at the same time, so we’re killing two birds with one stone, see?

Merc: That’s a brilliant idea!

Yuu: I really wish we could help out too, but we’re on our way to the forest right now to take care of some business.

Tatsumi: Oh my. Is that how it is?

Yuu: Yes. Lately, the monsters in the forest have been behaving agitatedly, as if they’re strangely on edge, for some reason.

Merc: The organiser of the event feels that’s a matter of concern too… … That’s why Yuu-san is on his way to the forest to check things out.

If there’s any trouble with the monsters during the event or its preparation stages, it would cause all parties involved a lot of grief.

Yuu: It’s been fifty years since this event was last held and many people will be sure to attend. I think it would be best if nothing untoward happens.

Aira: It’s been FIFTY YEARS… …? This event must feel pretty special for everyone, huh!

Tatsumi: You’re right.

However, if monsters were to enter the event venue, the event itself would be in jeopardy from the very start.

Mayoi: A—about that… ... Will the two of you be alright on your own, Yuu-san, Merc-san?

Yuu: Eh~?

Mayoi: I’m so sorry! It was never my intention to stick my nose into your business…!

It’s just that, you know… … Just like how it was with us, there’s no telling if your encounters with monsters will be limited to just one, and while you’re using Healing magic, you might get attacked or something… …

Wouldn’t that be an extremely difficult situation for you, no matter how skilled a Healer you are?

Merc: It’s true Yuu-san is a gentle Healer who empathises deeply with the hearts of the monsters, but when it comes to combat, he is pretty crapp—he doesn’t inspire much confidence at all.

Yuu: You were about to say ‘crappy’, weren’t you?

Mayoi: … …

Uh—urm, if that’s the case… …, I’m powerless and have no combat experience, so it’s a certainty I will be absolutely useless in any given situation, but even so—

Would it be possible for me to assist you in any way, Yuu-san?

Yuu: Eh~?

Mayoi: (… … Just like Rustoa-san, Yuu-san and Merc-san both reached out to help us when we were so disoriented and clueless about our situation.

I don’t possess high levels of communication skills like Madara-san, nor do I have physical abilities on par with Hiiro-san… … I’m so exceedingly weak and powerless, but—)

W—what does everyone think?

Tatsumi: That’s a wonderful idea.

Aira: But then, what are we gonna do about the flyers~?

Madara: HA-HA-HAA! I’ve heard the entire story, you knowww!

We have enough people here. It would be wayyy more efficient to divide ourselves into two groups; one to distribute the flyers, and the other to venture into the Forest.

Today’s the first day of flyer distribution so we would need more hands to help with that—

And as for me, I’m all but finished with mine. How about we entrust this place to ALKALOID and Rustoa-san, while I accompany Yuu-san and Merc-san to the forest?

Yuu: Eh, but if it’s like that… … Are you truly fine with this arrangement?

Madara: Umu! I don’t hate physical work at aaall, you know? I would also be very happy if you’d let yourselves depend on Mama!

Yuu: Yes!

Merc: We gladly accept!

Yuu / Merc: MAMA!

Madara: HAHAHA~! That has totally caught on now, huh!

Yuu: And to everyone as well, thank you so much!

Aira: Not at all, don’t worry about it!

Hiiro: Alright then, we’ll focus on distributing flyers here.

Madara: Yes. Please excuse us, but we’ll be leaving this place to you guys.

Yuu: Let’s get along well with each other!

Madara: Got it! The forest is thataway, right? ALRIGHT, LET’S GOOO!

Yuu: —Eh! You’re too fast! PLEASE WAIT FOR US, MADARA-SAAAAN!

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 Pt 2

Translator’s Notes

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #mikejima madara #amagi hiiro #shiratori aira #kazehaya tatsumi #mayoi ayase #DREAM-CHASING PERFORMERS AND SONGS OF HAPPINESS DELIVERED INTO THE BRILLIANT NIGHT #merc storia #MaM #ALKALOID #Everyone always runs off and leaves Yuu behind; it's a running gag really (haha!)

[san-fics]

Felinette Prompts p.12

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11)

(Ao3 | Wattpad)

A/N: For those who don't know, KnifeDancer (on Ao3) has written several stories based on the ideas from this collection (amazingly expanding the ideas themselves and capturing my heart), HamAndPineapple304 (on Ao3) also uses these ideas to tease us with short sketches that allow you to peek into the story and want more, and I know Neakco (on Ao3) used one (??) of the ideas, adapting it for the Maribat fandom.

So if you're interested, you could check out these authors.

If I don't know about anyone else's works, you can point it out to me so I could mention you here.

Thank you!

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Akuma Shenanigans

Stay With Me

Felix is hit by an Akuma that amplifies people’s greatest fears, which, in his case, turns out to be that Marinette will disappear and he won’t see her again. Felix refuses to let her go anywhere, and seeing the genuine horror on his face, Marinette doesn’t know how to leave him to transform and fight the Akuma.

Love Magnet

Marinette was hit by an Akuma, forcing her to stay in physical proximity to the object of her affections, which had changed some time ago. She can’t move far enough to transform while keeping her secret, but what’s even worse is that every time she gets closer to Felix, the distance she can get away from him shrinks...

Gost Life

Felix is hit by an Akuma and is sent in a ghost-like state to a world where he never existed. For some reason, there is neither Adrien nor Chat Noir in this world, and Ladybug is fighting a completely different enemy too. But Felix understands that she is still his only chance to return home, if only he found the way to let her know that he is here…

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Random

‘Enchanted’

Felix falls asleep with the comic book he read before going to bed on his chest, and the next day, the comic book characters Ladybug and Chat Noir enter the real world. Felix doesn’t know what to do with them because they are always eager to save someone, and he has to take them with him to his office and introduce them to his business partner – Kagami, who, like him, doesn’t believe in feelings and emotions, and therefore they work so well together. But something about this Ladybug makes Felix reconsider his outlook on life...

The Right Outcome Of Events

Marinette and Felix live the events of their lives over and over again, knowing when and which Akuma and other events will happen in advance, up to the final battle with Hawk Moth, which ends with the victory of the villain and everything restarts from the day of Stone Heart. But in this cycle, Felix is tired of being an observer who has already figured everything out. He meets with Master Fu before he gives the Black Cat miraculous to Adrien and persuades him to give the amulet to him, explaining the situation with the collapse in the end of the whole story and how many times it repeated itself. Master Fu agrees, and the new cycle of events turns out to be completely different...

Morly Gray

Marinette decides that she is tired of the same thing and begins to push the authorities as Ladybug to turn Paris into an emotionless colony so that people don’t react to Akumas and they stop appearing. She goes so deep into her apathetic-depressive indifference to people that she ceases to notice that the world around her is losing humanity in her new regime. Until someone she considered the most indifferent and morally gray reminds her that emotions have the right to exist.

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Misunderstandings

Apparent But Not Real

Nino comes to Marinette broken and complains that his girlfriend is cheating on him. He repeatedly saw them sitting very close together when they thought no one could see them, and he saw messages from Felix pop up on the screen of Alya’s phone, which she immediately hid. Marinette is upset for her friends, but even more so for herself, because it seemed to her that she and Felix were about to move into a new category from their friendship. And of course it has nothing to do with the upcoming carnival she hoped they would attend as a couple…

Rival’s Help

During a school trip, Felix sees Adrien going to Marinette’s hotel room in the evening and staying there for a suspicious length of time. He is convinced that the two have gotten together, despite the fact that Marinette told him many times during their long conversations that she was over his cousin. Felix plunges into suffering over his feelings, which turned out to be non-reciprocal, and the next day, Marinette and he mysteriously find themselves locked in a museum room alone and the girl doesn’t seem at all surprised or worried…

Most Important Question

Alya asks Felix to subtly find out if Marinette likes the necklace in the jewelry store window that her friends are going to give her for her birthday. He and Marinette are pretty close, so Felix does, but when the girl replies not “I like” but “I agree”, he turns around to see that in the window there is no longer the collection of jewelry that was yesterday when he was here with Alya, but a very different collection, namely – a collection of engagement rings. Also, did he just propose to Marinette?.. And… And… Did she say yes?..

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[theadventuresoftheninja]

The Adventures of the ninja

Chapter 1

A strange dream

The rain had hit was so sudden.

It didn’t seem to care if anyone caught in it’s downpour was having a bad day or not, didn’t care if the people caught in it were wearing their only good shirt, or if they were well prepared for what the rain had to offer.

Honestly, I should have checked the weather. I guess this is my fault. I should’ve turned on the weather channel or even looked up at the sky before I started to head home. I should have grabbed my umbrella I mumbled to myself. As shoddy as it sounds, just in case. Always be prepared was my motto.

Instead, I was walking home in the downpour, feeling the water soak into my clothes and shoes. Within moments, my socks were also soaked and I still had half a mile to walk.

Briefly, a flicker of relief filled my chest as I saw the lights of Wenirmen mansion, the place I was supposed to call home until I was old enough to find my own.

I knew that Rosie would throw a fit if she saw me like this- drenched,exhausted or probably looking like a abounded drenched kitten. So when I heard voices coming from the dining area. I ducked though the kitchen thinking I guess Uncle howdy forgot about me again. Then I gave a small wave to the chef. He looked at me and tsked, and I gave him a Huge smile- he always chastised me for going without an umbrella, or not getting a ride from Rosie.

But the alternative was listening to Uncle Howdy(Rosie’s dad) scolding me for riding in his luxurious and nice limo, so I won’t take that option thank you very much.

After all, I’m not his daughter. I was a burden that he was stuck to. I was Ami Cunningham. The daughter of his best friend who disappear along side my mother at the age of three.

I managed to skirt around the dining area and headed upstairs to my room. To see my bed, covered with mismatched blankets and pillows that were worse for wear, was like seeing a fluffy mattress covered in silk sheets.

It took everything in my power to not fall into bed wearing my wet clothes. Quickly, I changed into my pajamas and hurried over to my bed. Despite not having done much today, I collapsed into the sheets and pillows, exhaustion coming over me in waves. With each wave, I’m lulled into sleep.

I opened my eyes when I felt a chilly wind. I was certain that I’d been in bed mere moments ago. That my posters were hung up on my wall,worn and torn as they were, and that’s I’d be wrapped in my blankets.

Instead, I was greeted with the sight of a Japanese village. I knew it was Japanese, not Chinese, due to the lack of stone anywhere within my sight and the style of homes that I was seeing. Minka, if I remember right. My excitement grew as I started wandering, my eyes unable to stay on spot for longer than a minute. Villagers passed me by, as if I weren’t there, but they were dressed in kamakura-period kimonos. Some couples wore more colors than others, making it easier to tell who was higher up in rank than others. I could smell food being cooked, rice and red beans, ginger and mint and salt heavy in the air. For a second, I expected to see a food stall or two dotting the dusty path in between the buildings, but those hadn’t been popular until the 1600’s. If I were to take a guess, would wager that I was in the 1200’s or maybe 1300’s.

This was already a wonderful dream, and it was one that I wasn’t willing to wake up to a world where I’m treated by crap. I listened to the sounds of a bustling city, my grin overwhelming me as I walked between the houses and stores, studying the architecture and clothing.

I was considering ducking into a store when I heard a loud crash, followed by the splintering of wood. I whipped around and spotted a dragon. Not a western dragon with the wings and fire breathing. Not the one you would find in stories about a princes saving princesses.

A Japanese dragon, one that was long and snakelike, no wings, no mane, and one that usually on clothes of the royal family or murals in the palace. It struck me as odd that it wasn’t in the ocean - since, most every story I’ve read about them have had them in the ocean.

When I was almost hit in the face with flying pieces of wood, I hurriedly hide behind a store. I could hear the destruction of the village behind me, sounds of Minka’s being ripped apart and hearing earth being ripped right out the ground. against the wall I was frozen, my back pressing against the wall. I was finding it hard to breathe, the sounds between breathing in and then me breathing out was so long, because the next thing I knew, I felt a shadow pass over me.

I turned my head, eyes going wide when I saw the dragon raising itself, higher and higher. It was so long that it towered over me, even though it was only third of the dragon’s entire body.

I don’t if you know this, but being faced with a dragon is terrifying.

My feet moved mere seconds before I became the dragon’s meal and I felt the ghost of it’s teeth brush past the front of my shirt.

I booked it down to the rest of the village, which wasn’t destroyed. I had to think, and I had to think quickly. The dragon was coming after me and fast. At any second. I expected to feel the dragon’s teeth on me. I made a sharp turn, throwing it of as I went down new street. I could barely hear the screams of the villagers over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. Homes and stores were abandoned when villagers saw the dragon, which had finally turned around and was once more after chasing me. That’s what I saw it

Bowl of coins. I was confused for a half second- it hadn’t been there before, I know that for sure. And who would leave a bowlful of gold coins out in the open? Nonetheless, it was a welcome tool.

Dragons were greedy, and I could only hope that this one was too. I veered toward the coins, felling as if the dragon was nipping at my feet. I snatched the coins from their resting place, and without a second thought, I flung the coins in an arch. Shiny,golden,bright coins sparked in the sun before they fell to the dusty ground.

The dragon halted right in it’s path, smashing into a wooden pillar to collect the coins one by one and quickly.

I hurried over to the now-broken pillar and ripped a large piece from it. I felt splinters pricking my hands, but I didn’t care. My feet pounded on the ground as I lifted my arms in the air and then

Slammed! The broken wood piece into the dragon’s head.

I ripped my hands away from the dragon as smoke began to billow out from its head- there wasn’t even a drop of blood that fell from the fatal injury I inflicted.

The smoke began to become more denser, its red color surrounding me as I began to cough. I squinted my eyes, looking up to see two figures being made from the smoke.

I felt as I should recognize the figures in front of me, but it was to difficult to between the adrenaline running though my veins and smoke obscuring my vision.

Without thinking, I reached for them-

And I woke up in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, my hand still reaching for someone who wasn’t there.

Instead I was met with the face of Rosie, who was perched on the side of my bed, wearing a party hat, and smiled when she saw I was finally awake.

“Good morning”

End of chapter.

Credits to Ball-jointed-dragon for helping me with this story

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[fantasyinvader]

So, I’m nearly done the two Christian Allegorical Fantasy (the Arrethtrae series) novels my coworker lent me. They just feel so very, very wrong.

1) Despite these being adaptations of the old testament, the novels just seem to go out of their way to not have The King (the God figure) actually smite people. It does the flood, but rather than having the King send the flood to wipe to wipe out the sinful while giving Noah time to build the arc, it’s just instruction to “tell this village that something they’ve never heard of before is coming and will destroy them all if they don’t immediately leave for the mountains.” Likewise, it does the Moses and Pharaoh story but leaves out the plagues except for the final one, and that is just not-Pharaoh’s kid accidentally running into his father’s sword trying to help him in a duel. So, if God does something questionable in the Bible, the books won’t have him do that.

2) Rather than the King creating the world, it’s him having a utopian kingdom across the sea and this being all part of his plan to “end the chaos” on the continent this takes place on. These people do not initially recognize him as their sovereign lord or even are sure if he even exists, but end up punished if they don’t follow what he says as he claims he will MAKE them his people. It’s rubbing me the wrong way, reminding me of imperialism.

3) It’s inadvertently making him out to be Machiavellian. It’s always part of some greater plan. So that aforementioned village gets wiped out while the protagonist and his female companion make it to the mountain in just the nick of time (losing their horse in the process), but there’s barely enough food on the mountain to keep them going let alone enough for the entire town that the protagonist was instructed to save. Then they’re instructed to go south, where the protagonist is kidnapped, made a slave and ends up training Pharaoh’s men who then prevent the people from being slaughtered by raiders. Pharaoh then proceeds to enslave them and for his protests the MC is left in the dessert to die before being saved and trained by the King, who instructs him to never doubt him and that the slaves he will free will become the King’s people. That’s just the first book.

It’s ultimately reminding me of the story of Job, and how Satan argued Job was only faithful because God rewarded him. If you don’t follow this King, you will die while those who listen get the boons. Meanwhile, when things are hard people stop listening to the king, which the King then uses to justify not lifting a finger to save them and instead instructs them to not fight back and become slaves until he does save them. Considering the first book early on says the King does not permit slavery, in that case someone making an orphan they’re looking after do a lot of chores, it just screams hypocrisy. That unless you follow this master’s every order, then he’ll permit you to be slaves until you’ve learnt your lesson.

It’s saying follow God and you’ll be rewarded, don’t and face your own peril, whereas Job’s faith was shown by his belief even when everything was taken to him.

Even his people turning against his code is because the ruler they were instructed to appoint was taken in by a foreign queen and her knights, who didn’t believe in the same stuff and endorsed hedonism. The King does not reveal himself to the people he’s supposed to be leading, people who are meant to serve him, just the MC.

4) It also removes any overtly supernatural elements. There is no God-commanded flood, it’s a spreading wave of dust like beings from a foreign land that eat everything they touch until they die. No plagues of Egypt, just the MC defeating Pharaoh in a duel day after day until he accidentally kills his son (and each day making things harder on the slaves in anger). No parting of the Red Sea, just the King’s guys showing up to blast trumpets so the walls of a canyon collapse on Pharaoh’s men. No magic healing, just powerful herbs from the King’s homeland. No angels, just mysterious servants of his he has hidden around the world to enact his plans.

By knocking down his power levels, it’s making him more into a man. I’m stuck imagining him as Lord British from the Ultima series...and more the darker readings of the character. Combine this with how hypocritical he can be around slavery, the imperialistic undertones, how everything’s part of his machinations, and I don’t feel it does a good job at presenting a case for God. And since this was all based on the old Testament, there was very little in the way of love and forgiveness from him other than being told he has these qualities. Honestly feels like the author himself was having issues with the old Testament.

[ceyhanmedya]

Earthquake phobia: Seismophobia

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Earthquake phobia: Seismophobia

Regardless of its severity and location, every earthquake news is enough to renew our pain, our fears relapse. However, for some, the earthquake is more than just a fear, it is a phobia that turns life into a nightmare… The world is shaking and the number of victims of earthquake phobia ‘seismophobia’ is increasing.

A friend of mine starts screaming when the fringe of the curtain in the living room shakes, his heart is beating like it will burst, he is sweating coldly, trembling; when the birds start to sing a little more than usual, he takes his breath under the table. I am wondering what to do. Another one does not even go near very large structures because of the fear of being under the majestic clock in case of an earthquake. 

I became worried that one day something would happen to my friends I mentioned, not from an earthquake, but from earthquake paranoia, that they would lose their lives not because the building collapsed, but because they jumped out of the window. They are just a few of the growing numbers of people with ‘seismophobia’, or earthquake phobia.

What can we do to be prepared for an earthquake?

The Greek word ‘seismo’ means earthquake. ‘Seismophobia’, which we can translate into Turkish as ‘earthquake phobia’, is not an issue where the person himself is in danger, unlike many other phobias; It is triggered by disaster scenarios involving his family, close environment and even the world. It’s actually a kind of death and loss phobia. 

So in reality, we are terrified not by the earthquake itself but by its potential consequences, by the possibility of dying and losing loved ones. ‘Seismophobia’ is most often triggered by uncertainty. Because we cannot predict when, where and how severe an earthquake will occur, and its consequences are inevitable. 

Losing everything materially and spiritually in a few seconds and the impossibility of being under control keeps the phobia alive if it is not dealt with. Because these people are aware that they cannot escape danger by living in an earthquake-proof house, because they can be caught in disaster at work, in the grocery store or even while walking on the road. 

Even if the earthquake is on the other side of the world, they are exposed to a lot of earthquake news, even if they don’t watch the news, they are exposed to the scenarios on social media, and they get confused with the earthquake. In fact, experts say that even aftershocks can be enough to create a feeling of intense fear and helplessness on their own.

The symptoms and severity of ‘seismophobia’ may vary, depending on the strength of the person’s psychological defense system, the age of the person, where he or she caught the earthquake, and whether or not he lost a loved one during the earthquake. 

However, the most common ones are irrational startle, frightened by sounds, resisting sleep, being cut off from eating, inability to focus on issues other than earthquakes, having constant nightmares about earthquakes, refusal to socialize, and crying spells. 

There are also those who do not enter the house for days after the earthquake news, refuse to be indoors, cannot approach high-rise buildings, and feel ill in the ground and basement floors.

How to overcome earthquake phobia in 7 steps?

There are also medicated methods applied to those who are severely affected by ‘seismophobia’, but according to experts, you can control it yourself with a few simple methods before it’s too late.

1. Psychiatrist Jason Eric Schiffman warns that no matter how severe an earthquake phobia you are, you should force yourself to stay in a routine: “Don’t consider smoking your friend to relax.”

2. Don’t suppress your fear, don’t dwell on your experiences with the fear that you won’t be understood. Because ’emotionally unresponsive’ people experience the trauma more severely. Trying to deal with these feelings by ignoring them has more serious consequences than you can imagine.

3. Avoidance behaviors are not as innocent as you think. For example, give up behaviors such as sleeping with your child, not closing the door, not locking it, and avoiding sleeping in the dark room. But go over your fears slowly, don’t try to stop all avoidance behaviors all at once. Remember that your child is imitating you, do not show him your mood.

4. Prepare mentally. Make a plan to stay calm and cool. Knowing that your child is prepared for an earthquake gives you mental relief.

5. With cognitive-behavioral psychotherapies, you can begin to test your realistic beliefs and thoughts about a possible earthquake and instead begin to think more realistically. In this way, the emotional, physical and mental symptoms of earthquake fear will disappear, and avoidance behaviors will decrease or even end over time.

6. You may have an earthquake bag, but do not place it in a way that reminds you of the danger, for example, in the corner of your room.

7. Judith Kolberg, who drew attention with her book “Organize for Disaster”, which is a guide to preparing for disasters, said, “Write down 10 things you need to take with you in case of an emergency beforehand. Then reduce the list to 5, then to 3. Play Video

What should be in the earthquake bag?

For the safest place in the world…

Janis Ericson, who administers earthquake phobia therapies to her clients in the state of California, USA, which is often shaken by earthquakes, says that the best thing you can do for yourself is to stay calm. 

Losing that earthquake anxiety invites the biggest danger, Ericson said, “You can create the safest place in the world when you manage to stay calm against the possibility of an earthquake. He uses the expression “not by panicking and freezing where you are”. Nicholas Pollak, a hypnotherapist who also works on earthquakes in California, says, “The events that we cannot understand or understand are the most terrifying to us, which is the case with the earthquake.” For example, while sitting on a chair, close your eyes and visualize the earthquake moment in your mind. 

First terrified, trembling, watch you beating heart, moving uncontrollably. Stay frozen where you are. Then, in the second scenario, watch you, who manages to use the best escape method for himself, regardless of the circumstances, and you decide which one should be.”

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[clusterbuck]

not to once again go on about the twitter girlies (gn) but apparently they saw one (1) photo of jlh with long hair and somehow convinced themselves this means 911 is getting cancelled and like honestly aren’t you tired by now

#like. 1) why would they cancel this show it’s very good for them #2) actors exist outside of their characters #like have you considered that the world won’t collapse if you go one (1) day without catastrophising #shush emma

[casuallyimagining]

Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?  Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae​, @hoebii​ and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.”  As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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[unoriginalmess]

A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

•••

Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

•••

Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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Chaos Magnet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.

“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.

“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”

I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.

“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.

“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“

“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.“ She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.

“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“

Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”

That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.

“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.

“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“

There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”

For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.

“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“

Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”

“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“

She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.

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[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT  Vol.5 Sakamaki Kanato [TRACK 3]

Original title: 僕の名前を呼んで

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 5 Sakamaki Kanato

Audio: Here (Huge thank you to @filthyhelplessworld​ for providing the audio!)

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: Now this is the angst I’ve been waiting for! I have to give Kaji Yuki huge props because he really had to rely on his entire voice range for this CD, haha. I’m not a Kanato stan by any means, but I did feel somewhat bad for him, despite his selfish behavior from earlier. You can really tell he was struggling all along but he doesn’t know how to convey his feelings so he just defaults to throwing anger tantrums instead. 

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 3: Say My Name

“Haah...School is such a chore. Perhaps I should just burn the whole building to the ground? ...I suppose I’ll just kill some time at the infirmary for no…”

*Rattle*

[00:20] “...!? ...You. ...Hah. I figured you were dead already since I hadn’t seen you in a while. You’ve actually been attending school, it seems. So, are you resting up here? I will excuse myself then. I came here hoping to get some alone time, but since someone is here, that plan has been completely ruined.”

He turns around.

“...Especially since it’s you. ...Well then.”

You stop him.

“Haah...What’s the matter?”

You ask if he’s feeling unwell.

[01:04] “Now why would that matter? It’s none of your business, is it? Please stop meddling with my affairs, it’s highly bothersome.”

You ask if he needs to suck your blood.

“Hahaha…! You would still be willing to offer me your blood after everything?”

You nod.

[01:27] “...While that is rather noble of you, don’t you think that perhaps you’re thinking a little too highly of yourself? If I’m thirsty, I will simply make my way to town. There are plenty of people who can take your role after all. ...Aren’t you the one who said that? ーー Either way, you do not need to worry about me.”

You frown.

“Is that all you had to say? Well then, goodbye.”

Kanato leaves.

[02:06] ( I thought you would return to my side if I continued to push you away like this. Crying, weeping, clinging to my legs. ...All while I remained completely ignorant to just how much your heart was aching. I’m sure that by this point...You had already made your resolve, had you not? ) 

*TIMESKIP*

[02:50] “The hours of boredom are finally over. Now to head straight home. ...Hm? That back side...It’s her, isn’t it? Hmph. I can tell straight away even when she has her head hanging down. ...Hm. Well, I suppose I shall give her a small chance. I can’t just give her the cold shoulder after all. (1)”

He approaches you.

“Good evening. (2).”

You flinch.

[03:26] “Hah. Why so surprised? Is it strange for me to approach you? That being said, I don’t exactly need anything from you. ...So, you were hunched forward quite a bit while walking, what’s the matter? Did something sad happen? ...Hah. If you insist, I would not mind hearing your story. I’m sure it will help combat my boredom. ...So, what happened?”

You brush him off.

“...! ...I-If you’re alright, I suppose that’s fine too. Heeh…”

You tell him you will head home now. 

[04:17] “Yes, please be my guest and be on your merry way. By yourself.”

You walk away.

“Kuh…! ...Hey, wait!”

You come to a halt.

“The infirmary is my resting place, so you better stay away from it in the future!”

You nod.

“Hah...Well get going then! ...What’s the matter?”

You ask if he will be okay by himself.

[05:00] “More than okay. If anything, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders! Please don’t treat me like a child.”

You smile.

“...’I’m glad’ you say? ...Excuse me!?”

You turn around and walk away.

“Kuh…!!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

[05:42] “...Honestly, what is her problem!? I was so kind as to strike up a conversation with her too…! ...Oh well, I wouldn’t mind if things remain this way either, of course. Even if she were gone, I’d be just…!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

“Tsk...Aah, god!!”

*THUD*

[06:13] “Haah, haah...I have no idea where you are or what you are up to right now. You might be having your blood sucked by one of my other brothers for all I know. When I consider that possibility...I’m overcome by intense feelings of anger and despair. Haah...I...I don’t want this...Why won’t things just go my way!? Iーー To me, you’re so veryーー...! (3)”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

“Haah...Haah...Haah…”

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

[07:19] “ーーUgh! Guess I have no other choice! At this rate, my rage will never be quelled. While I don’t like having to do this, I will bend. It’s frustrating, but...You’re all I have…”

He opens his drawer and pulls out a piece of paper.

*Flip*

*Scribble scribble*

*TIMESKIP*

You are standing out on the balcony.

*Knock*

[08:07] “...Are you still awake?”

You squeak.

“No need to be so surprised. I do come and visit you from time to time, no? Either way, I’m coming in.”

He enters your room.

[08:25] “Haah...I’m surprised to see you’re out on the balcony this late at night. Were you hoping to jump to your death, perhaps? ...That would only cause extra trouble, so please refrain from doing so. Haah...The wind feels chilly. I can’t believe you would come to such a cold place when you’re already feeling unwell. Are you an idiot?”

You remain quiet.

[09:07] “...Why not say something? Like you could ask me what I’m here for? Or say you’re happy to see me!? I’m sure you’ve got plenty to say!”

You start coughing.

“Haah...There you go coughing. That’s why I warned you. You really are hopeless. ...Without me, at least. ...Listen...I didn’t come to say this or anything...Ugh!”

*Flip*

[09:44] “This. Accept it already.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“It’s an invitation to a tea party. ...For just us two.”

[10:01] “Why, you ask…!? Do I have to spell it out for you!? Consider it my way of telling you that you’re once again allowed in my presence. You will obviously attend, no? I was so kind to invite you after all. Not to mention, this might be your once-in-a-lifetime chance to make things good between us.”

You hesitate.

“...What are you doing? Hurry up and accept the invitation! Otherwise I can’t return to my room! I want to rest already! It’s almost morning after all. ...Here!”

*Flip*

You stand there dazed.

[10:51] “...Do you not want it? ...But why!? I’m trying my absolute hardest to compromise! ...Are you perhaps okay with things staying the way they are right now? ...WHY WON’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!? For one, you’re the one who caused this whole ordeal in the first place! I don’t know what your intention was, but you pestered me by going on about ‘dying’ and such!

...In reality, you should be the one apologizing to me. Begging for my mercy. Do you have any idea how I felt coming heーー”

*Rustle* 

[11:45] “...!? Hey…? Are you listening? You’ve been acting somewhat off this whole time. You seem awfully pale too...Is something the matter?”

You collapse.

*Thud*

“...!? H-Hey! Are you okay!? HEY!”

Kanato touches your skin.

“Cold as ice…!? Why, all of a sudden…!? How come…!?”

*Cling*

“This bottle...Don’t tell me…”

*Sniff*

[12:24] “Poison…? Did you drink this? Then...You were actually trying to die? But why…? …! Because I told you...you could be easily replaced?”

*Rustle*

“You can’t! Open your eyes!”

*Rustle*

[12:54] “Hang in there! I was obviously lying when I said that! Why don’t you understand!? I-I mean...To me, you’re just soーー!”

You tell him he wouldn’t believe you.

“No! You’re wrong…!! When you said you were dying, I didn’t actually disbelieve you. I justーー!”

You admit to how sad it made you.

[13:16] “Uu…It was never my intention to make you suffer either…! I just…Uu…Hic…I can’t bear the thought of it…Of a world without you…I didn’t want to believe that day would come…! That’s why I turned a blind eye to itーー! Yet…Why…Why did it turn out like this…? Hic…Say?”

*Rustle*

“Open your eyes…Wake up! …Wake up, please…!!”

*Rustle*

[14:00] “I mean…This just can’t be…No...Who…Who gave you permission to do this!?”

You have passed out.

“…Open your eyes…and say my name…Like you always would…Please! ...Uu...No...You won’t let get away with this! I won’t let this happen!! ...UWAAAAAAAAH!!!”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Kanato refers to the ‘carrot and stick’ method here, in which punishment and reward are alternated. 

(2) ごきげんよう is a very snobbish/high class way to greet someone. You won’t actually hear it much in modern day Japan, but some characters in anime say it 

(3) His sentence is cut off, but it’s heavily implied he wants to say something along the lines of ‘but you mean so much to me’ or ‘I love you so much’.

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[gunterfan1992]

Episode Review: ‘Together Again’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 3)

Airdate: May 20, 2021

Story by: Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, Christina Catucci, Jesse Moynihan, Adam Muto

Storyboarded by: Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, Iggy Craig, Maya Petersen, Serena Wu

Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

Across Adventure Time’s ten season run, the show explored a bevy of “mature” themes and story ideas—topics, like love, sexuality, depression, and grieving. The show also touched upon death, but the emphasis was usually placed on the emotional toll of a loved one dying, not really what happens when you die. We knew there were Dead Worlds and Death. We knew that there was reincarnation. But how does it all fit together? What does it mean? How does it work?

With “Together Again,” we finally have many of the answers.

This special opens with a marvelous fake-out episode simply called “Finn & Jake,” that sees the two steal a magical cartoon of 50-flavor ice cream before rescuing Turtle Princess and LSP from the clutches of the villainous Ice King. This is all deliberately anachronistic and over the top. Ice King is back to his season one ways, Finn has both arms, and he is still wielding his golden sword that he lost in season two’s “The Real You.” There’s lolrandom dialogue and silly monsters; it’s like a parody of seasons 1-2. But then, this adventure starts to get all wonky, and in time Finn realizes that he is in a some sort of trance or illusion: one that ends with Jake being buried in the ground. Suddenly, Finn awakens from his reverie. He’s an old man. And he’s dead. We’re then presented with a new title card that lets us know the episode is actually called “Finn & Jake Are Dead.”

Holy Glob! They actually went there.

Turns out Jake died years before Finn, so naturally Finn is super excited to see his best bud. But something’s wrong—he cannot find Jake!! They planned to spend eternity together. But all that Finn can find is his very own psychopomp, Mr. Fox (voiced by Tom Herpich, whose purposefully stilted line readings are the epitome of delightful). Finn rightfully assumes that Jake is in a different Dead World, and so, being the ball of spunk and energy that he is, he demands to meet with Death, only to discover that there’s a New Death in town (voiced by Chris Fleming). The episode eventually explains that New Death was the son of Death and Life, and after New Death killed his father, he became the sovereign of the afterlife. New Death hates his job and decides to just blow up all the Dead Worlds so he doesn’t have to deal with it all. (I won’t get too much into the details here, because there would be a lot of story to parse out.)

Finn soon learns that Jake has reached nirvana in the 50th Dead World, where there is nothing but peace and serenity. Finn nevertheless tracks down Jake, pulls him from paradise, but in doing so, accidentally lets New Death in, who promptly obliterates Elysium, sending all the enlightened souls—including those from different levels of the afterlife—to the 1st Dead World. This gronks up the afterlife, temporarily halting the reincarnation process.

Well, Finn and Jake are rightfully ticked, and so they haunt the material plane looking for Princess Bubblegum. She’s not home (more on that later), but Peppermint Butler is! After Ghost Finn and Ghost Jake explain the situation, Peppermint Butler tells them what to do: They need to find Life and explain the situation. The duo manage just that, and Life is rightfully angry that her kid has stopped the transmigration of souls. After Life gives Finn a McGuffin sword that can hurt Death, Finn and Jake return to his abode. A brawl ensues wherein we learn that New Death has been possessed… by none other than that spirit of the Lich.

That’s right, it’s the Lich! He’s back, and boy is he evil.

The Lich explains that by possessing Death, he can destroy the afterlife, thereby destroying a key aspect of reality. Naturally, Finn and Jake are not cool with this, and they engage in combat. After Mr. Fox grabs the McGuffin sword and uses it to annihilate the Lich and New Death, he is proclaimed the New New Death and sets everything right. Finn is slated to be reincarnated, and Jake is slated to return to the 50th Dead World where he and Finn will one day be reunited. As Finn is pulled into the wheel of souls, Jake suddenly decides to go back with Finn, too, “Just for fun.” The episode ends with a card letting us know that the episode is neither called “Finn & Jake” nor “Finn & Jake Are Dead.” Instead, it is “Finn and Jake Are Together Again.”

As they say, “And there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.”

If you were to tell me several years ago that the last episode to star Finn and Jake would revolve around them dying, I think I would’ve been upset. Not simply sad, but rather frustrated because “they all died” can feel like a cheap ending. But with “Together Again,” it all works. And a large reason that it works is because the show goes all in with their ideas. Finn and Jake don’t magically leap back into their old life (no, no, they very much do bite the dust). Instead, the special emphasizes the cyclical nature of life through the transmigration of souls. The episode ends with a beautiful scene of Finn and Jake, bound together as soul-brothers, being reborn into a new, mysterious (possibly Ooo 1000+?) world. It’s both aesthetically and emotionally pleasing; it doesn’t feel off the way over finales might. This is right. This is the way life works. “Round and round as nature goes,” and all that jazz.

I loved the series explanation of how death works. It seems that souls land in a specific Dead World, where they ‘marinate’ for a bit, presumably being rewarded or punished based on their life in our meat reality. After a time, they are then reborn. This process repeats, with each soul reaching higher and higher levels of enlightenment until they hit nirvana, which is the 50th Dead World. So in a sense, Adventure Time has a roughly Buddhist cosmology with a dash of Greco-Roman mythos thrown in for flavor. (As to what happens after a soul stays in the 50th Dead World for a long period is anyone’s guess, but I’d speculate that when all the souls in the multiverse have been purified and land in the 50th Dead World, they will all collapse into one another and form one perfect Monad. Perhaps this is the sphere of perfection that the beings who merged into Matthew thought they were connecting to? Who knows! It’s anyone’s guess!) I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see who Death, Prismo, Life, etc.’s boss was, but perhaps that’s a mystery better left up to the imagination!

One minor thing that I loved about this special was the number of characters who made cameos as well as all the callbacks that were made to previous episodes. Regarding the former: Finn and Jake’s canine family show up (including the oft-forgotten Jermaine!), as do Tree Trunks and her myriad husbands. Tiffany plays a major role in all these shenanigans as a “death cop” of all things. There is a delightful rogues gallery stuck in the 1st Dead World (including, among others, Maja, Sharon from “The Gut Grinder,” and Wyatt). In the 50th we find Ghost Princess and Clarence happily at peace next to Booshy, the weird spirit mentioned in the Pen Ward classic “High Strangeness.” As far as callbacks go, perhaps my favorite is the clap (from “James Baxter the Horse”) that Jake taught to Finn in case they ever do get separated in the afterlife. And of course, there are myriad references made to “Death in Bloom,” the episode that planted the seed for what this would grow into.

Going into the special suspecting that it would involve Death, I was curious how they were going to handle Miguel Ferrer’s character. (In case a reader is not aware, Ferrer played Death in episodes like “Death in Bloom” and “Betty,” but he sadly passed away a few years ago). The producers’ choice to feature him in a non-speaking cameo—despite playing a relatively significant role in the story—was wise; I’m not sure if I can articulate the exact reasons, but something about his role felt appropriate and not gross, as some post-mortem memorials can be. Speaking of which, the wonderful, lovely Polly Lou Livingston was featured for the last time in this episode as Tree Trunks, happily in heaven with her literal harem of husbands. It was funny, it really was, and I’m sure that Polly Lou would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing it on screen. (Also, this is a pro-Tree Trunks safe space. Any Tree Trunks haters will be chucked into the 1st Dead World with Wyatt.)

The biggest mystery in this whole thing, for me at least, is the question of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. Several years ago, I wrote an essay about what could’ve happened to them in the Ooo 1000+ universe. I speculated that they peaced out and left Ooo behind. In this special, neither Bubblegum nor Marceline are to be found in the Candy Kingdom—Peppermint Butler seems to be the one in charge, given that he is now wearing Bubblegum’s crown. Likewise, the duo aren’t anywhere in the Dead Worlds either. Maybe the two of them skipped town and got a duplex in the Nightosphere? Who knows… I just want my favorite gals to be OK!

All things considered, “Together Again” was a marvel: An episode that managed to feel like a series finale even more than “Come Along with Me” already did without taking away from the series itself. An episode that managed to make the idea of dying funny. An episode that brought back the Lich in a way that wasn’t forced. An episode that made Mr. Fox the New New Death. An episode that gave us a beautiful ending to Finn and Jake’s story… as well as the beautiful beginning to a new one. I said it on Twitter, and I’ll say it again here: “Together Again” was the end of a sentence in a book with infinite pages. Truly, the fun will never end.

Mushroom War evidence: Everything takes place in the Dead Worlds, so not really. Perhaps a more eagle-eyed viewer can inform us...

Final Grade: That’s right, I’m gonna do it...

Post-script, I actually messaged Jesse Moynihan to ask about his writing credit. He told me that it was for an unused story idea that he had developed. I’m not certain, but I’ll bet it was a part of the cancelled TV movie they were trying to make during season 5, since that would’ve seen Finn and Orgalorg journey to the various Dead Worlds.

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[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

Between Love and Lust

Summary: The sequel to Irreverence for the Holy, Adoration for the Carnal. Zhongli attempts to start a relationship between you and Childe, all the while the forgetting what being a Hydro and Cryo vision holder meant. 

The final banquet of the Geo Archon sets the stage for the most scandalous affair in Teyvat’s history.

Rated E: for Explicit descriptions of sex. 

A/N: Also available on AO3. This multichapter fic would have a plot that leads to porn, porn, and more porn. This would have heavy themes later on so read at your own risk. Happy Ending guaranteed.  Happy Ending guaranteed. Happy Ending guaranteed. Important things are repeated thrice.

Chapter 1: Before the Storm

The singular touch of your lover, Ajax, was enough to have your skin burn up with heat. A mere touch of his gloved hand on your exposed skin was enough to make you burn with the desire to be underneath him. And tonight was no exception, the orange glow of his bedside lamp served to make the sensual air in the room even more enticing as you laid on top of his bed, clothes in disarray.

Your top was unbuttoned, tits exposed to the cold air of the room and covered with his cum. Ajax sat in front of you, right hand on his cock and the other rubbing your clit. It was a testament to his skill that he could make you cum while not losing focus on stroking his thick and long dick.

“Ajax…” You called out for him, with tears at the corner of your eyes and not hiding the desperate plea in your voice, “I want it inside me already…”

You begged as you did your best to make his hand rub your clit harder, presenting to him your pussy that was glistening with your juices, had it been any other night Ajax would have done as you asked. He would have accepted the beautiful offer of your wet pussy that was waiting to be filled with his cum. But tonight, he couldn’t and wouldn’t reel in his darker thoughts.

He hadn’t been pleased with how Zhongli and you had interacted earlier in the morning. You knew that he had no qualms getting rid of anyone that could be a threat to your relationship with him, Ajax had never worried about your disapproval. The harsh winter of Snezhnaya had driven the two of you together, forging a bond covered in blood. But life had a way of making exceptions and he was not pleased about it.

“Ajax?”

He observed you as his hands ever so gently spread your legs wider, observing the quickening of your breath and the dilation of your pupils. You were such a slut for him that for a moment he considered being Ajax but it was just a moment. There was no room for Ajax tonight, not when Tartaglia had to remind you who you belonged to.

Whose cock had you begging like a slut, opening your legs without a single shred of shame as you had your entire body used like a breathing cum dump.

The darkness of his pupils and lackluster of it was enough for you to realize that right now you were beneath Tartaglia. Perhaps, in another world, this would have scared you but you were Snezhnaya’s finest adventurer and you were, most importantly, also Tartaglia’s hidden weapon.

You were his and there was nothing else that could make you happy save being fucked by Foul Legacy in public.

“Tartaglia~” You called out for him happily, raising your arms to pull him closer for a kiss.

It was this sweet and willing surrender that gives Tartaglia enough reason to be merciful to you tonight. It was what made his nips and sucking on your tits, gentle. The scraping of his teeth against your erect nipples brought out a moan from you, loud and utterly lewd as you felt his hard cock pressing against the wet folds of your pussy.

Your movement was enough to have the tip of his cock slip in before slipping out as Tartaglia adjusted your positions. You were now sitting straddling his thigh, your hands on his shoulders as you moaned loudly from his hands spreading the wet folds of your pussy, fingering you while he suck and nipped at your tits.

The taste of his cum present in his mouth from the remnants of the facials he had given you earlier. He felt your pussy tightened as his fingers alternated from thrusting into you quickly and then slowly, his dick growing harder at the thought of you about to come soon.

He removes his mouth from your well-developed and sensitive tits,

“Use your hands.”

His order has you reaching for his thick and long cock, your two hands barely covering it as you shakily and single-mindedly stroked him. Mouth salivating at the sight of his gorgeous cock that was hot in your hands.

“If you put that in your mouth, I won’t bother using your slutty and loose pussy tonight.” He threatened you, as he manipulated his hydro vision to thrust a water cock inside your pussy.

You cried out in pleasure and in dismay as you began to use your tits as well to make him come. Tartaglia moaned at the softness of your tits, your cleavage was just as wet as your pussy, the lewd sounds from his cock and your tits was enough to make him cum loads on your face.

You opened your mouth wide to catch some of his cum, tongue hanging out as you moaned from the powerful thrusts of Tartaglia’s water cock. The two of you collapse on the bed after cumming, him on his back and you straddling his cock between your tits and licking it lazily with your tongue. He had already hardened once more and you were so close to disobeying tonight for the momentary pleasure of having his cock inside you again.

“Mhm...that felt good, as expected of my slutty childhood sweetheart.” Tartaglia praised you.

The haze from the lust combined with your love for him brought back the first time the two of you had sex. The precious memory was a secret both of you shared and enjoyed reminiscing about.

You giggled at the memory, “Isn’t it your fault that I’m this way?”

“Is that so?” Tartaglia asked as he got up and pulled you towards him. He hugged you tight as you laid on his chest, back facing towards him. This was his favorite position, it was the easiest way to see if you were hiding something from him, and also the easiest way to get you horny.

His hands cupped your breasts, its fat spilling through the gaps of his fingers. He squeezes it, fondling it with tenderness as you sat on his dick.

“Did I really turn you into such a slut?” He whispered into your ear as he sensually moved one hand towards your stomach, slow and barely there and as it reached your clit, Tartaglia bit the tip of your ears.

“Was I the one who made the first move?” He continued, hands circling your clit.

“Nn! No-I-it” You moaned, even so you continued speaking “it was me! I-i seduced you that day!” You moaned loudly when his finger slipped in and you spread your legs wider.

“That’s right, it was just like this wasn’t it?” Tartaglia agreed as he fondly remembered that winter day that began everything between you and him.

He remembered being 14 and a few months freshly out of the Abyss. He remembered the day he had decided to spend time together with you again before he went off to join the Fatui. He wanted a semblance of his past before the abyss.

But how could he have known what would greet him was you, on your bed, legs spread wide as you masturbated with your fingers. Quietly moaning out his name with so much lust and love that Ajax knew he would regret it if he didn’t give you what you want.

He wouldn’t deny the thrill of seeing your shock and fear, the elation as you scrambled out of the bed, trying to get out of your room to escape. There was a certain joy that bubbled deep within him from your absent minded fear of escape, heedless of the fact that you were naked from the waist below.

“If I knew you love me this much, I would have visited you every night and day since I returned” He whispered as you struggled to break free, only to be stopped by being pushed against the door, your face planted against it as you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and the soft thud of his pants on your bedroom floor.

Fear turned into lust and expectation as you peeked at him and then found yourself being kissed by him. It was sloppy and inexperienced, full of teeth and too much spit but 14 year old you didn’t care.

His cock easily went inside of you as his hands grabbed your fat tits and began fondling them. It felt too much and too few for you. The frantic thrusts of his dick inside your loose and wet pussy wasn't enough, you wanted his mouth on your neck as he fucked you over and over again.

You wanted Ajax to never leave you again. You wanted his sweet promises and love.

"Ajax…" You moaned after he found your g-spot.

His hold became gentle and you tighten your pussy in an effort to keep connected with him. He moans and you felt something warm and wet inside you.

“Tartaglia?” Your soft inquiring voice brought him back to the present. His eyes turned gentle as he met your confused eyes.

“Mmmm...just remembering our first time” He answered as he held you closer, burying his face to the crook of your neck and imprinting your scent into his mind.

He felt, more than saw, your face reddening. The heat palpable to him as he knew that you were remembering the first time the two of you had sex at such a young age. Learning each other’s body with hormone induced lust and something deeper. The bond forged in the harsh winter of snezhnaya had brought the two of you together.

Had he not been the amalgamation of himself before the abyss, the aftermath of it, and the culmination of his training in the Fatui...he would have believed that you and him were fated. Soul mates. But he knew that he had chosen you, once before the abyss, and then again and again after that.

He knew the reason behind your cryo vision. The Tsaritsa had only ever given her vision towards those who love ardently, those who love deeply and with everything that they have. Going against the tide for the sake of what they love. And Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe had felt joy, honor, and humility at being the reason for your vision.

This was the reason why he couldn’t let anyone take you away from him. You had loved him at his weakest and loved him still at his strongest, he would be a fool to let you go, to not hold you tightly within his grasp and return your love that gained the recognition of the Tsaritsa.

“Mmm...We were so sloppy back then…” You mumbled as your hand played with his, the ardent desire in the room had faded into a gentle aura of loving without any sexual desire.

“I...I really didn’t expect you to do what you did…” You added as your ears turned red but even so your voice didn’t hide the soft wonder and love you held in regard to that moment.

And Tartaglia knew then that he had nothing to worry about. You weren’t interested in Zhongli, you weren’t looking for someone else.

“Was I too rough to you today?” He asked, voice sad and worried that he might have gone too far with his jealousy, no matter how many times you had said you liked the feeling when he fucked you out of jealousy.

You shook your head, snuggling to him even more, as if you wanted to meld your body with his so as to never be separated. You clung to him, humming a soft tune as you mulled over your words.

“About Zhongli...you...you aren’t in love with him or anything right?” You faltered as you reached the end of your question.

Tartaglia observed you, your eyes were furrowed and you were biting your lip. Looking away from him to hide your insecurity but he was well versed in your body language and knew that you were wounded up and feeling insecure.

“I’m not” He replied, kissing you on your nape, the tip of your ears before making his way towards your mouth. He took his time observing you as his mind quickly went through every single interaction he had with the esteemed funeral parlor consultant that would have led to your question.

Beyond his money spending, there was none.

“Is it because I keep footing his bill?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“...It’s...I guess women’s intuition...that bastard looks like he wants to take you away from me…” You mumbled curling up and hiding your face away from him.

“I...I get it if you like him but...I don’t really want to share you” You admitted to him, heart clenching at the thought that one day he might just stop loving you, “but if you really want to...you can date him too…”

There were a lot of things you didn’t say, and Tartaglia knew this as well. He had grown up with you and over the years learned to speak your own language, he had learned to parse over the unspoken words you kept close to your heart, the hidden meanings behind your actions when your words fail you. And knowing that you were so ready to make concessions for him even if you didn’t really want to, made his heart ready to burst with love. He loves you so much that sometimes it made his insides hurt, his overflowing love had nowhere else to go but to you and you had always accepted him,

“I like xiansheng but it’s a different sort of like...I just think his unending knowledge on liyue is interesting.”

You nod in agreement, “I believe you...but the way Zhongli sometimes looks at you feels different, well even if you two slept with each other you’d still top though.”

Your last sentence caught him off-guard causing your lover to cough and look at you with wide eyed confusion and shock, “Darling! Why-who- what made you say that?!”

His scandalized tone was enough to send you into a fit of giggles, tears gathering at the edges of your eyes as you looked at him and kissed him sweetly on his lips with your eyes closed.

“Babeeeee” Ajax whined as you got up to clean yourself, the wet sound of his dick slipping out of your pussy was loud in the room.

“Well...you’re too much of a top but…” You trailed off, a teasing smile on your face as your eyes twinkled with mirth, “Zhongli seems like the type to top you if you push his buttons right.”

“Stop! Are you sure you’re not the one who likes xiansheng?!” He complained as he followed you into the bathroom, arms embracing you from behind. “Nope! You’re the only one I love besides just as you find him interesting for his knowledge, I think it’s fascinating how he pretends to be a human.” You answered as you led him to the tub, filling it with water and began preparing to take a shower.

The perks of having a harbinger lover was that you never had to worry about water pressure or running out of water. You hummed a happy tune, ignorant of the fast whirring cogs in Tartaglia’s brain as he processed what you just said.

“Pretending?”

“Yeah! Zhongli sucks at acting like one, he’s probably an adepti doing some recon here in Liyue Harbor” You replied absentmindedly as you detach yourself from him to begin washing off his cum.

You noticed the lack of extra hands groping you, feeling slightly neglected. You turned around with a frown only to be greeted by the calculative look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Tartaglia?” You tested out which of his persona was standing before you, the gleam in his eyes as he looked straight at you with a growing smirk had your pussy being wet again.

You took a step back, hitting the tiled wall of the shower as he stepped into the shower, crowding you with his arms placed on your sides. His cock was standing at attention, hard and leaking precum as it slid in between your thighs. You couldn’t look away from his eyes, filled with the look of a predator that you could only ever feel when he was in his Foul Legacy Form.

You doubt that he would transform in the bath but you knew that right now even without his transformation, this was the boy forged in the Abyss. That he was Foul Legacy right now and you couldn’t help but grow horny at the thought of another round.

“Aren’t you my observant slutty adventurer?” He crooned, voice deep with lust as you let your body be pulled towards his naked chest, his dick rubbing off your clit that makes you clench your legs tighter. The water had thoroughly wet your bodies at this point, his cum dripping down your body as he spread your ass cheeks.

“I-what did-” your sentence was interrupted by your moan, he had inserted his incredibly hard cock inside your pussy “I shay?”

You slurred your words as he began thrusting into you, the sound of your wet pussy being pounded echoing loudly against the tiled walls of the bathroom. Your erect nipples rubbing off his muscular and wet chest giving you an extra sensation that made you easily lose any coherent thought you had.

But Foul Legacy made no move to answer you, instead he had you cling to him as he held your legs up, encircling it on his waist as he began pounding you at the right angle to make you cum. Your moans were lewd and loud as it echoed in the bathroom.

You could feel your orgasm building up and knew that you were close and he knew this as well, the tightening of your pussy as he fucked you senselessly was a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. And he had no intention to stop fucking you even as you came, instead his thrust grew faster and harder as soon as you came with a strangled shout of his name.

You were crying at the feeling of your overly sensitive pussy and the feel of his hot cock that kept on going in and out.

Fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!

The sound of his dick sliding in and out of your wet pussy rang loudly in your ears, mixing with the sounds of your pants and groans while your lover left numerous bite marks on your neck.

Schlick schlick schlick

“Nnn--haaa---!” schlop! “Noo---more! Aaaan!” schlop!schlop!schlop!schlop! “I’m close…”

Splurt splurt splurt

With one last hard thrust to your sensitive cunt, Foul Legacy came inside your pussy, the plop plop plop sound of his cum dripping out of your cunt made you clench your pussy.

“...tub…”

With a single word, you felt his limp dick come back to life, faster than a whopper flower’s ability to spit 5 consecutive flame balls. You were placed into the tub on all fours, the feel of his fingers spreading your cunt was all the notice you received before you felt his dick enter you.

Schwap!schwap!schwap!schwap!schwap!schwap!schwap!schwap!schwap!

The water splashed around as you held on for dear life as he rapidly thrusted his cock inside your pussy that was still filled with his cum.

“Hahn! Aaahn~!”

Your moans were cut short repeatedly as the schwip!schwip!schiwp!schiwp!schiwp!schiwp!schiwp!schiwp!schiwp! Sound of his hips hitting your ass echoed in the bathroom.

“I’m coming~” you told him as you felt your orgasm burst, his grip was now on your waist, leading you to slam back as he thrusted forward headless of your sensitive pussy.

You moaned loudly, no longer bothering to keep your voice down as you lost your reason and began your slutty talk,

“More!more!more! Fuwaaa~!” You begged him, “haaa~haaa~! Haar-der!”

You mewled when his hand grabbed you by your throat and expertly began fucking you like you were nothing more than a cock sleeve.

Fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!fwap!

“Yes~!Aaahn~!Nnnn! I want more of your cum~”

“Dump all of your thick cum inside me!”

“Fwaaa! Tartaglia~!”

“I’m your only slut,” Schlip schlip schlip “breed me like the whore that I am!”

You lost your sense of time, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of his cock fucking you over and over again, cumming inside you again and again until you felt full. By the time you regained your senses, Tartaglia was using your mouth and you greedily lapped up his cum as his cock hit the back of your throat and came.

The wet sound of his cock sliding out of your mouth pussy echoed softly in the room, you opened your mouth and then swallowed his remaining cum on your tongue.

“Fuck!” He cursed softly as he watched you swallow and then open your mouth to show him that you had drunk everything.

“Mmmm...do you think I’ll get pregnant this time?” You asked as you recounted all the times he had came inside you today, not even knowing how many times he came inside you while you were out of it.

“If you are then we’ll have a new family” He replied as he kissed you tenderly, tasting his cum on your mouth.

You smiled, laughing softly as you reached for him, “Does this mean you’re no longer jealous of Zhongli?”

“Not anymore...but if he tries something…” Tartaglia trailed off and you felt the spark of amusement at the thought of Foul Legacy fighting off an adepti.

You kissed him with glee, letting him know your approval for Foul Legacy mounting you once he won against the adepti.

The two of you cleaned up once more, changing the soiled sheets and deciding to take the day off. There was still enough time to scope out Rex Lapis’ whereabouts, and dealing with your dear consultant friend about his romantic endeavors.

For now, the two of you decided to sleep in each other's arms, savoring this rare moment of peace. Both of you knew that once the Tsaritsa had her hands on the Geo Archon’s gnosis her plans would speed up and whether or not both of you would make it out alive was up for debate.

Somewhere in Liyue, Zhongli was spending a rare moment of peace, free from his own form of erosion, drafting a contract. His mind occasionally wandered to the thoughts of you and Childe.

This morning’s event was fresh in his mind as he remembered the soft dip of your cleavage, visible from the gap of your corset tube top that you wore for the outing. The enticing glimpses of Childe’s toned stomach also added to his desire. The two of you were such a picturesque couple, an enticing mix of danger and seduction that had half of Liyue’s upper class in a hidden uproar whenever either of you flirted or made a show of public affection.

If he hadn’t known any better, he would have believed that both of you were fox spirits wearing human skin, only to wreak havoc in Liyue Harbor through enticing looks and amorous playful glances. Zhongli felt his cock strain against his pants as he remembered the pointed words and looks he had shared with you this morning.

A clear declaration of your sole ownership of Childe, of course he was not blind to the growing suspicion Childe had with each soft smile he gave you, just a hint of teasing mixed with a tiniest bit of desire as you displayed your sharp wit.

Even so he willed himself to calm down, now was not a time to imagine your wet pussy being mounted by his and Childe’s dick. Now was a time to draft a perfect contract to have you and Childe in his bed, and perhaps in his life on a permanent basis. He was no longer blind to the desire he felt towards the two of you.

Childe who was as unpredictable as Liyue’s ocean and you who was just as harsh and gentle as Snezhnaya’s winter. He smiled as he reread the contract he had written, he was quite sure neither you nor Childe would disagree.

You were after all such a slut that had your lover fucking you in one of Liyue Harbor’s numerous backalley and Childe was such a doting lover that had no qualms spreading his seed in public.

Zhongli hummed in pleasure, as he stored the contract away, and began his nightly and methodical routine of sleeping. His mind was already straying to one of his favorite imaginations of his coupling between you and Childe.

He couldn’t wait to mount both you and Childe one day.

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Xiaobedo Fanfic Recommendation

Welcome to my personal “if you are new to xiaobedo peeps please read these” list. As said before this is my personal list so please feel free to reblog/comment/hit me for not including any gem here. I might miss a lot of them because I am drunk or blind. (mostly have them on my to read and then forgot as I am being assault by real life shit).

I would like to say first that so far there are 150+ Xiaobedo fics on Ao3. I can’t review all of them but I can say that I have read a majority of them. Most of them are just pure love and I would like nothing more than a thousands thank you for all the fic writers who spent their free time writting these gems for us to read for free. But these...these takes the cake as it finds a special landing spot in my heart that I would just thrust them into someone’s hand if they say “I am new to this ship can you recommend me?”

1. Orange dust by bobamilkteas (Wes)

In which Xiao learns to open himself up to the world a little more after the collapse of Rex lapis's contracts but it was not always easy for a soul doomed to eternal damnation. Meanwhile, Albedo liked to tempt fate where the extraordinary are concerned.

If only the traveler's comrades are made of saner bunch.

Comment: Long ago when I like both Albedo and Xiao as a character, I was wondering hmmm....will anyone actually even write about them lmao they never met each other. I am surprise to see this one as the 3rd fic in the whole 3 Xiaobedo fic on Ao3 (yeah back when there’s literally only 3 fic for this couple). I was like I’ll read it for the curiosity, I’ll probably won’t ship them. And that people is how I put my clown make up on my face upon finishing reading it. This ONE fic alone convert me into a devotee of Xiaobedo. Please consider joining me in this circus if you want to know what is Xiaobedo. I would put this as the first of my “Big 3��

Orange Dust also come with its compliation of short stories over the course of the game and a big sequel to it. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

2. Solar Wind by birdpriestess (Sparrow)

For the yaksha, his duty was his life, and his life was his duty. No human could ever hope to understand the eternal war he fought out of sight and in silence.

So why, then, did he feel that Albedo would understand?

---

Finding himself at death's door once more, Xiao is saved by a surprising person, setting off the unlikeliest of adventures.

Comment: Do you like crying? Do you like the feeling of getting your heart ripped into pieces as the author destroy your emotions over the end of each chapter as the story picked up the climax? Yeah, this one is for you masochists. The action, the characterisation, the drama THE EMOTIONS OH WOW. I kid you not that it was so good I read this while workinng when I am not suppose to me. Also, this fic has my favourite characterisation of Gold ever. I love that dramatic queen Mad Alchemist. AND DAIN. I LOVE DAIN IN THIS FIC. Our dearest Sparrow manage to toy with our feelings like how I bully ruin guard for big numbers lmao. This is the secound of “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list.

Again, just like Orange Dust, Solar Wind comes with its own compliation of short stories of what came after that. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

3. Castle of Glass by AlchemicalStardust (Morgie) 

A black shadow rises over Huaguang Stone Forest. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Albedo flees the shaking ground and the crash of boulders tumbling form the sky. As the dust settles, Albedo finds a young man – an Adeptus – amidst the carnage. Despite the karmic agony ripping his body from the inside, Xiao’s only question is “How?” How did a human survive after witnessing his battle?

Comment: The last of the “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list. And it is still on going! Castle of Glass? More like I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTIONS! Have you read a fic about 2 people yearning, longing, reaching out for each other so damn well that you just want to throw your phone in the air as they both had their impending doom coming down upon them? Yeah this is one of them. You will like want to be stuck in the moment they express how much they just yearn for each other’s love and care that you want to shake the author for what comes next. Like...everytime Morgie update I am expressing my gratitude at the end of the chapter by writing on Xiaobedo discord “MORGIE COME HERE AND LET ME BONK YOU WHY ARE YOU ENDING IT THERE”

trust me when you read you will def feel the same. With just Big 3 and their compliation alone that would give you like a LONG list of reading already LMAOOOOOOO

4. Find a place to call it home  by yamajiroo 

Our room, he said. Xiao’s brow twitches. Zhongli never said anything about this. But then again, perhaps he should anticipate this from the beginning...

Xiao looks over at Albedo, who is now tilting his head, his look as innocent as ever.

“Are you not okay with sharing a room?”

Comment: College AU for Xiaobedo! One thing that I love this is the slow burn and what made me LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic more is how cute Klee is in this fic. Their relationship in this one is very simple, but that simplicity highlight why their chemistry work. Xiao is someone who was just very gentle, who was largely misunderstood by his lonesome nature. Albedo was someone who like peace and quite in his introvert bubble. And how they respect that bubble that each other has actually made their relationship work. I love it when fic highlight this and this one captures it.

5. I Can't See Your Face From the Other Side of the Classroom by MissWeaver  

When Albedo and Xiao unexpectedly start eating lunch together, they begin to find that they have more in common than anyone would have realized. They both struggle in their own ways with blossoming feelings, too many assignments, and annoying classmates as they navigate a relationship for the first time.

Comment: I’ll be honest, I usually hate high school au just because its so cliche. I don’t even watch and drama/anime surrounds high school student anymore LMAOOO (unless it’s very good). So if there’s an high school AU that I actually keep come back and read after a couple of chapters, it means that the cliche that I hate wasn’t there or barely was there at all. The pinning in this fic makes me want to bang their head together sometimes LMAOOO The tag wasn’t kidding when they said both Xiao and Albedo are bad at feelings. Also that’s a lot of heart broken caused by these two idiots XD

6. new world, same me, same bullshit  by  bobamilkteas (Wes)

At the belly of Dragonspine, Albedo lost control to the festering corruption that permeated his senses and watched, from the recesses of his mind, as his devoured body turned his allies into enemies. Before his rampage reached its climax, he is sealed in a crystalized confinement by the last hand of Reindottir, where he then reawakens centuries after, in a rebooted Teyvat.

Comment: Yeah I know it was list in Orange Dust but here me out. This sets out in an entirely different universe. And if you like Polyamory, this one has Zhongli joining the duo and I love it because I also love ZhongXiao with my life. Time Travel is my biggest kink. Especially when I am the person who love it when people explore Archon War era/ Alatus!Xiao. So this one hits double of my kink. Of course it is still on going and I will bully Wes whenever I can to see that new chapter. Albedo is a total fucking badass in this story and I completely agree from using him in Abyss so often. Everyone should write badass Albedo.

7. misplaced heart of mine by  inkburn           

“If you are ill, then you should be resting at home. In Mondstadt.” He emphasized Mondstadt with a pointed look in his direction.

“I assure you I won’t be troublesome, Adeptus Xiao,” Albedo said, “You’ll find I’m a rather low-maintenance traveler.”

“Travel,” Xiao scoffed, “without airstep?”

Albedo looked him up and down. “Are your legs just for decoration?”

(albedo is sent to liyue on mandatory vacation. xiao is his unfortunate bodyguard.)

Comment: Most of the time you will see Albedo and Xiao starting their relationship with one of them taking interest in another. But this one took another approach, they starting off by make them hating each other’s guts LMAOOOO and I live for every second of it. There’s only 1 chapter so far but wow it was SOOO GOOD. I am really really excited for next chapter and is waiting patiently ;w;

8.  Blossom of Grace  by birdpriestess  

One day in Liyue Harbor, Albedo watches a street performance by an enigmatic dancer named Xiao. And he becomes completely obsessed.

Comment: Have you ever look at Xiao fight and thinking that he’s one of the most beautiful deadly thing ever? How it was like he was dancing around the battlefield? How about actual dancer Xiao being so absolutely beautiful and perfect and that slow burn of Albedo falling in love with that beauty with a touch of Modern AU and cute Ganyu as the Wing woman. Yes, Sparrow delivers yet again another beautiful slow burn and while it’s still ongoing it is worth the read.

9. i think we could make this work (could get used to this) by outspaced               

“Xiao? What are you doing out here?”

“I—”

“It’s raining,” Albedo says, as if it isn’t obvious. “You could get struck by lightning.”

“What are you doing out here then?” Xiao does the only thing he knows how to do, he challenges Albedo. “It’s raining.”

Albedo just hums. “If I get struck by lightning, it’s for science.”

Comment: A short one-shot where I read the summary and went “This is it... this is their relationship.” I am sold immediately. Oh god Albedo why are you like this.

10. Ephemeral by criedprinz        

“It’s not for your investigation, is it?” Aether asked mildly.

Albedo traced a finger around the sketchbook, considering the question. “No,” he admitted finally. “I... I just want to see them again.”

He opened the sketchbook to reveal the drawing he’d just finished. Aether nodded, clearly recognizing the sharp golden eyes.

“Xiao,” he said. “You were rescued by an adeptus.”

When a visit to Dragonspine goes horribly wrong, Albedo is rescued by an unknown stranger, wielding powers he's never heard of. Led on a search to find out who it is, he finds himself in the middle of an unforgettable encounter..

Comment: A really really well written one-shot that I love. The yearning oh godddd the yearning from Albedo side is just so so much that I have to put it here. (I think you can see the trend here lmao. I am a sucker for yearning). And the moment they get to meet each other again is just chef kiss. MWHAA

11. Idle Yaksha, Brilliant Yaksha by Pit0fTheEarth

Alatus didn’t have a lot of responsibilities to keep. He spent most of his days dancing across the sky and eating away all nightmares that plagued a person’s sleep.

But one fortunate encounter led to too many unfortunate ones, taking his carefree existence and plunging it in darkness. His wings, stripped from him. His gentle touch, replaced by an unforgiving grip of destruction.

There was a lot of blood on his hands. With each passing moment, it became harder for Alatus to recall the last time someone gently held him.

Comment: This is one of the ongoing fic where I am very very much excited on the take of Naberius. And the way the author portray Xiao when he’s still the innocent Alatus is just *clench fist*. Baby ;w; Baby why do you have to lose all that innocence. Also the fic has long LONG flashback to Xiao past and his relationship with Naberius. We are unwielding more what happened to both of them and why perhaps does this have to do with Albedo.

That’s it for now, might add more later! Thank you <3

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Dialogue Prompt #2

Dialogue Prompt #1

Main Masterlist

Request--Guidelines

Say what character & which number! (Remember I do no smut!)I am willing to right for ALMOST anyone in the MCU/X-MEN Universe (I will admit I have more expertise in the newer films--young them) 

I also took some from the first prompt because I liked them and no one said them. 

I also hope you understand my reference with #35

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“I can feel you staring”-->”Really?! What’s it like?”-->”Very distracting.”

“I could never hate you!”-->”Trust me, you’ll learn to.”

“I swear, one of these days I will actually kill you.”-->”Sure you will.”

“Is that my shirt? Oh no, please keep it.”

“Is that my shirt?”-->”Yes?”-->”I knew it, give it back. Now.”-->”But I’ll be shirtless?”-->”I don’t care. Off. Now.”

“I know what it’s like because that’s me!”

“Perhaps we never really knew each other.”

“This is a whole ass child!”-->”I’m 14!”-->”Whatever!”

“You’re staring.”-->”Am not! He/She/They just happened to be in my sight of eye when I looked over.”-->”M’kay. Sure.”

“I miss my ex.”-->”Nope! Nope! No! Not again! You are not doing this again! If you go back to him/her/them, I will leave you forever and never speak to you again!”

“Then tell me! How can I know I can trust you if you won’t tell me!”

“Why did we agree to tag along with *insert couple*? We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

“Well guess what? I don’t care! Not anymore! You lost your chance *insert name* and you lost it! You left me on the steps of the school/tower! When you left me there, you lost me forever!”

“If we die, I just want you to know, I never stopped loving you.”

“I swear if any of ya’ll suggest having an orgy, I’m gonna leave you all.”

“Kiss me.”-->”Why?”-->”Just do it!”

“*screaming*”-->”Are you done?”-->”*more screaming”-->”I’ll take that as a no.”

“I just...I can’t.”

“Is he dead?”

“The world stopped, you know, when it happened. I felt like everything around me was collapsing. And now? Now, I just want to have the honors of doing it myself.”

“But people like me? We don’t have a choice on what to do! We only choose when we become who we were destined to be! So, I’m sorry *Insert name*, I really am, but I’m choosing to become it.”

“How Garfield love lasagna or how Thomas O’Malley the alley cat loves Duchess? Yes, I need to know.”

“Oh no, I want no part in this. I’m just here as an alibi so when I say I was with them, I won’t be lying. I’ll just be lying when I say where we were.”

“Where are you going?”-->”At this rate? Hell, for sure.”

“Who did this?”-->”You.”

“He/She/They loved you.”-->”I know.”-->”Then why did you do that to him/her/them?”-->”I don’t know.”

“You didn’t call me! I thought you died! I mourned! I--”-->”You mourned for me?”-->”Well, yeah.”-->”I guess I’m honored.”

“You weren’t the only one who lost him/her/them. You were the only one who loved him/her/them. But sure, be selfish and only think of yourself, it seems that it’s all you can do.”

“How the fuck do you ‘accidently’ join a cult?!”

“How in the ever living fuck do you ‘accidently’ create a cult?!”

“I don’t trust him/her/them. But their rage is really helping us out right now my friend.”

“Trust is for children with childish fantasies and dreams, you are a soldier.”

“I wish you had killed me that night. Then we wouldn’t be stuck here.”

“We’re just friends!”-->”Who the fuck are you? Adrien Agreste?”

“Where is the idiot?”-->”I’m right here.”-->”No, not you this time.”

“I watched as the blood poured onto the floor. If anyone deserves an explanation, I think it’s me.”

“If we get arrested, I’m telling Charles/Steve that is was your fault.”

“I didn’t break you. I bent you in half. No one, can help you but me.”

“I’m crazy? Well, that’s on you love.”

“I might’ve just ended a 10 year relationship. Don’t worry, it wasn’t my own.”

“It’s odd what you remember about someone when you see them dying.”

“Don’t you have to be considered of age to be a cougar?”

“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t leave? Why I shouldn’t open that damn door and walk out!”

“Sorry I’m married.”-->”Oh, well he’s a lucky guy/girl.”-->”Oh god, we’re going home/back to the school/back to the tower. You’re to drunk.”

“Huh? Oh, I’m just casually having an existential crisis, just ignore me.”

“I don’t think I can do this. I’m scared.”

“Why did you choose their side? I know it’s been years, but I just need to know.”

“Can you please not interrupt me for once?! I never get to say anything without being interrupted or silenced! No one let’s me fucking speak and I hate it! I have ideas! I have thoughts! They may not be the best but I just want someone to hear them! I’m tired of repeating them in my head so I can say them!”

“You guys were best friends one second then enemies the next, what the fuck?”

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BNHA chapter 290 reactions

Oh boy, just when I was saying that such a long arc was eroding my ability to hype myself...

Oh boy... I guess we finally got the answer to “Was that message for Rei or for the whole country?” and the answer is both. Dabi sent a direct message to his mom and we don’t know what he told her.

And since we have a big close-up on the flower “Enji” gave Rei without leaving a message, I am now wondering if it wasn’t a gift from Dabi.

Ah, the Todoroki pose of “I have no idea of what to feel.”

Also, I think we now have the confirmation that Dabi is a theater kid.

Okay, so first, it’s nice to have the confirmation that Izuku did make some damages.

What’s less nice is knowing that AFO can control Tomura to this extent. By accepting to become a guinea pig, he became AFO’s puppet and I am not sure of how long it will take before AFO erodes his will and takes full control of him.

Horikoshi, think of the fanfic writers. When you show cool attacks, explain stuff about them, please. Because of you, I will have to spend an hour trying to analyze three panels.

Oh, that’s a meme waiting to happen.

Endeavor when Nejire and Shouto fight Shigaraki: “RUN! HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU! RUN!”

Endeavor when Midoriya was fighting Shigaraki: “Welp, this might as well happen.”

I don’t know what’s the more terrifying, Gigantomachia channeling the Rogue Titan or AFO having fun with Forced Quirk Activation. Okay, probably the later.

There should really be a limit to how long those tentacles can get, thank you very much.

Bakugou is awake and if I was him, I would go straight back to sleep but no, not him.

Does... Does he still have a quirk, though? I would like to see some sparks flying. Just to be sure.

However, he is right in the sense that they need to kill Shigaraki now. If he manages to escape, they will have lost everything. That would mean that another cataclysm can happen at any time and society will collapse. I am not talking about the hero society. I am talking full Dawn of Quirks mess.

I do not want to witness what so many people with uncontrollable powers can do when they are scared.

I am going to believe that Machia assumes that the second “Master’s scent” also comes from Shigaraki because with all the smoke in the air, he didn’t notice Izuku and his multiple quirks who are right there.

Also, Izuku wasn’t using cough... all for one... cough several quirks when Gigantomachia arrived, don’t think I didn’t notice it.

I was robbed from my Little Lord moment!

Shigaraki, every bones of his broken and the only reason why he remained standing so long is probably because AFO was manipulating his strings: “Oh, do tell me about your problems. It’s not like I can go anywhere after I was INCINERATED THEN BEATEN HALF TO DEATH BY THE INCARNATION OF FERALNESS. But please, tell me how hard it was for you.”

The small green child with broken bones isn’t named Shouto, Endeavor.

More seriously, you see Endeavor’s hand on Midoriya’s back? He isn’t checking that he is alright, he is actually holding him back because he is scared he is going to yeet himself again at the villains and try to finish the job.

That’s why you never make promises on live television. Too many witnesses that will call you out later.

Shouto is so fucking done at this point. He just survived a decaying wave, he showed up only to see all the heroes and his friends half dead, he almost got slapped by Gigantomachia, this is NOT the day to keep messing with him, and here is this asshole, all happy during the worst time of Shouto’s life.

As for Dabi... This man is hilarious. Look at how happy he is. His audience is here, too weakened to kick his ass, and now is the time.

Also, you see the bottle he is shaking? That was in the pouch he has been wearing since his first appearance. He was ready from Day 1.

Now, the riddle for the ages, the thing that interests me far more than what happens one panel later: what the hell is this and how did it bleach his hair so fast?

What am I hearing? Oh yes, the sound of ALL THE DABI IS A TODOROKI BEING VALIDATED RIGHT NOW. CONGRATULATIONS, FUNKY LITTLE CONSPIRACY THEORISTS. MAY KNOWING THAT YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG MAKE YOU LIVE LONGER.

Whatever you’re thinking about Dabi, you have to admit that he knows how to use a narrative. He has been sitting on this for years, waiting for the right time to do the most damage, and here he is.

Let’s all appreciate this rare moment where Shouto and Enji have the same face of “What the hell is going on?”

But more importantly, let’s all appreciate Midoriya who was once again dragged into the Todoroki drama. 

This has nothing to do with him, and yet, once again, a Todoroki appeared and felt the need to announce his entire tragic backstory in his vicinity. All those jokes about Todoroki never meeting Izuku because he would have coughed up his secret in the second were true.

Dabi looks so soft here and some part of me wants to believe that’s because he knew Rei would be watching. 

And by that, I mean Dabi is a Momma boy.

I am bravely trying to keep a straight face as this guy is about to explain us why he killed 30 innocent people instead of his dad or some members of the Hero Commission. 

I mean, Fuyumi managed not to snap despite many reasons, so really, there is no excuse.

More seriously, I hope that he won’t only reveal what Endeavor did. I want to know why he was considered dead. And I want to know if my theory about Touya being in the same HSPC program as Hawks is true, because there has to be a reason why he knows his real name.

Of course, for the last one, I can accept that Young Touya found a drawing of Endeavor and a young kid with red wings sent by a little fan through the Endeavor agency.

But I would much prefer to see more about the HPSC and how horrible it is.

The real victim of this chapter: Can’t-You-See-kun.

Look at how happy he is. I am pretty sure this is the best day of his life.

@pocketramblr​ is the one who realized that Horikoshi had to knock Dabi unconscious in Kamino because that man would have jumped on the occasion of screaming to the world who he really is, only to see society freak out.

There is 50% chance that AFO would have killed him for being more dramatic than him but, man, what a way to go.

*squints* Is that his hair becoming white due to the strain?

I am... actually not surprised by it. Dabi doesn’t know Shouto. And he isn’t Touya anymore.

The only thing Shouto is to him is Endeavor’s weapon to become number 1 and the child that stole his place and who made all his pain meaningless.

Endeavor: “Redemption arc?”

Dabi: “Hahaha NO. Step 1 of my plan where you get everything you want right before I make you choke on it.”

This is nothing short of breathtaking and once again, Horikoshi steals my breath away.

Make no mistake: Touya is dead. He died a long time ago. Only remains a rageful ghost hold together by hatred and staples. He will not hesitate to sacrifice anything to destroy Endeavor, be it himself, others, and even members of his family.

I have about zero regret for Endeavor but the rest of the Todoroki family? Dabi just took a sledgehammer to that and now, they will all have to live with the consequences.

Kudos to Dabi, though. He did what All for One didn’t manage to do. He wanted to ruin the number 1, to show that he was a liar and how pitiful he was. All for One failed to do so when he revealed All Might’s true form but Dabi executed that plan perfectly.

The other really good point about this is that no one will care about Izuku using multiple quirks. With how Dabi stole the show, Shigaraki will be lucky if people still talk about him. 

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